#⚠️.dom/sub dynamic

[bimbobaggins69]

dial-a-thrill (part 2)

Phone sex operator!eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: you finally meet up with Eddie, the phone sex operator you’ve been spending your nights talking to.

⚠️warnings: smut 18+ mdni, very light angst, Eddie is in love love, pierced!eddie, reader is insecure due to her last relationship, a few uses of y/n but mostly nicknames (baby, sweet girl, angel etc.), reader gets high for the first time, dom/sub dynamics, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v sex, first penetrative orgasm, the smallest daddy kink (mentioned once), creampie.

notes: thank you to my babes @lofaewrites @corrodedcorpses @mysticmunson @dearest-readers @inkluvs & @take-everything-you-can for all your help with beta reading <3

wc: 14.2k

“Would you like to maybe meet up sometime?”

Those eight words took residence in your brain the whole week, hardly being able to focus at work with the thought of finally meeting Eddie. Your nerves were jangled to say the least and you were nervous he wouldn’t like you or feel the same connection in person, or what if you didn’t like him? No that didn’t seem like the plausible outcome, you knew you’d like him. So your nerves continued to eat at you.

You had talked to him almost every night, after he gave you his personal home phone number. But even he with his calming voice and sweet words couldn’t mellow your mind

Finally when Saturday night rolled around, you were a mess of butterflies and sweaty palms. Your one saving grace was your best friend Lauren insisting she help you get ready, you hadn’t gone on a date in more than six months, said date being with your boyfriend at the time, so this was a completely new set of feelings. This almost felt like a blind date, which had never been your forte. Your mom tried to set you up on loads of them with the sons of men she worked with, you’d always tell her it felt too impersonal to not know a guy beforehand.

But Eddie was the exception, although in a way you did somewhat know him, the thought still did nothing to ease the fluttering in your abdomen.

“Alright” Lauren says with a clap of her perfectly manicured hands. “You go get in the shower, make sure you shave! And I’ll pick out your outfit.” She commands as she waves you off.

Lauren had been your best friend since grade school, and although she is now in a fully committed relationship, she had her fair share of dates before she met Paul. You could trust that she’d have you looking close to perfection when she was done.

While in the shower you exfoliate, wash and shave. Once your hair and body had been completely rinsed of your strawberries and cream body wash and rose petal shampoo and conditioner, you step out and cloth your body with your pink robe.

You make your way back into your room after wrapping your hair in a towel—

Eyes catching on the very revealing outfit that was layered out across the foot of your full size bed.

You scrunch your face up in distaste for the garments, Lauren notices and rolls her eyes with a sigh—

“you’re going to a bar y/n, not church okay? This is a perfectly acceptable look for the occasion.” You couldn’t disagree with her there.

“I know Laur, I just- I don’t know if I can pull that look off.” You say as you cross your arms over your chest.

“What are you talking about? Those legs and boobs were meant to be shown off.” She says as if it was common knowledge.

“Plus, these are all your clothes, if you didn't think you could pull them off then why do you have them?” She asks with a shrug of her shoulders as she sits down in the green tufted vintage chair opposite your bed.

“I bought them because I was working up the guts to eventually wear them someday.” You say in an almost defensive tone

“And what better time than now? C'mon, you’re meeting some guy you met on a phone sex hotline, if that doesn’t call for the sexy revealing outfit in the back of your closet you’ve been working up the guts to wear, then I don’t know what does.” She huffs out a laugh.

“Ya’ know what, you’re right!” You say with confidence.

“Damn right I am.” Lauren says back, making you both fall into a fit of laughter,

“thanks babe, I can always count on you to make me feel better.” You say with complete admiration for your best friend.

“Yeah, you owe me lunch. Now, try this shit on.” Lauren says with no real malice behind her words.

You left your apartment in the city at about 6:05pm making it into hawkins by 6:30pm.

You decide to roll down your windows as soon as you pass the ‘welcome to Hawkins’ sign, it had been a beautiful spring day and as the sun was setting the sky illuminated a pinky orange hue. The town smelled like hints of cow manure and fresh grass clippings. You could tell this was one of those small towns where everyone knew you and your business, that was something you were grateful you never had to worry about in the city.

You made it to Rips bar on the east side of Hawkins with five minutes to spare before Eddie and his band were to be on stage, the plan was for you to watch him play as he does every Saturday, and after you’d maybe play a couple rounds of pool before getting a bite to eat.

You didn’t mind the idea, and after learning that Eddie was in a band you were pretty excited to see him in his element, it also gave you some time to get a couple drinks into you before the initial meeting.

Before you turn off the ignition, you flip down the visor to inspect your makeup in the mirror, winged eyeliner still intact and red lipstick not yet smudged. You play with your voluminous curls, as you try to perfect the hair framing your face.

Stepping out of your red Acura legend, your platform Mary janes crunch on the rocky gravel of the parking lot while making your way into the bar.

You run your fingers down your black pleated skirt to smooth out any wrinkles that may have formed during your drive, adjust your white strapless corset top, almost making a split decision to grab the knitted cardigan in your back seat to hide the amount of cleavage you were presenting, but Lauren’s voice rings out in your head, the way she screeched “you’re a hot ass bitch!” At you, as you admired yourself in the mirror before leaving.

The recent memory making you chuckle as you grab the big golden handle attached to an even bigger red door. Swinging it open you’re hit with the different scents of cigarettes and leather.

you pull the white thigh high socks you almost protested against wearing, higher up your plush thighs before making your way inside.

The bar sits at the back, pool tables to the left surrounded by booths. The jukebox on the far left wall catches your eye, before you see a figure walk out onto the stage that sits front and center.

His long wavy brown hair flows beautifully past his shoulders, his guitar hangs off the side of his body, black ripped jeans, bullet belt, and a sepultura band tee that you only notice because your older brother is also a fan. His leather jacket hugs his biceps perfectly and his feet are adorned with high top Adidas.

You make your way over to the bar and take a seat on the round black leather chair, spinning around to continue ogling the man you hope is your date.

His whole being made the room feel almost unbearably hot, your mouth began to water as you fought against the need to clench your thighs.

The rest of the band struts on stage, settling in front of their respective instruments.

Eddie had told you all the members names and what they played:

Jeff on rhythm guitar

Grant on bass

And Gareth on drums

So that only leaves the man standing in front of the mic with his guitar now pulled closer to his chest to be Eddie.

He was fucking hot.

As you came to this revelation you had noticed a group of girls gather at the front of the stage, all of them eye fucking each member of the band.

It makes your stomach feel queasy, so you turn in your seat and order a Jack and coke from the very nice bartender, as an aide to calm your nerves and as a distraction, for now.

As the band starts playing, you recognize the song almost immediately—

Megalomania by Black Sabbath.

Eddie begins to sing into his microphone while simultaneously strumming his guitar.

I hide myself inside the shadows of shame

The silent symphonies were playing their game

My body echoed to the dreams of my soul

It started something that I could not control

Where can I run to now, the joke is on me

No sympathizing God, it’s insanity, yeah..

You sway in your seat to the music, singing along as you sip from your drink. Your eyes catch on the silver that decorate his fingers, your thoughts going to some really filthy places.

Eddie keeps his eyes closed for majority of the song, his playing must be full on muscle memory by now. Once he finally opens them, they scan the whole bar, finally falling on you.

They don’t leave yours, as the song crescendos to an end. You swallow harshly as all of his attention now seems to be on you, he looks over your frame with a shy smile before he sends you a wink.

The whole display makes your heart swoon. You could be any woman in this bar but his eyes chose yours.

That has to count for something.

Eddie’s eyes catch yours a few more times, and as you’re on your second drink you’ve gained a newfound confidence.

You wave to him with a wiggle of your fingers as you take the straw between your plump red lips, seductively taking a sip while never breaking eye contact.

Once the band's set is finished a younger man walks over to the jukebox and before you know it, shot in the dark by Ozzy is being played loudly throughout the bar.

Eddie and his band mates begin packing their equipment up, but as Eddie is putting his guitar away in its case, one of the girls from the front row walks up to him, she’s all big smiles and flirty touches.

He begins talking with her, you can hear her loud laughs even over the music. It makes your eyes roll and leaves a permanent scowl on your face.

The display makes your stomach turn. Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe, Eddie didn’t really feel the way he said he did. Maybe, you should just get up and go home.

But before you know it the girl is headed to a booth that is now occupied by her friends.

Eddie’s eyes are back on yours, he's noticed you watching him out of his periphery, since the girl walked up to him.

He shoots you a knowing smirk, as he heads towards the exit with the rest of his band, you assume they’re going to put the instruments away, so you turn in your seat and begin to down the second jack and coke you’d been babysitting.

About 8 minutes pass and you’re convinced he took one look at you and left, your eyes begin to burn at the thought.

That is until you hear the deep rasp of your name being called behind you as he taps you on the shoulder, you swivel around in your seat to find the colporate.

Your eyes meet a set of beautiful brown doe ones, you stare into them for a second before he’s calling your name again.

“You’re y/n, right?” He asks, now not so sure he has the right person.

“Y-yeah, im y/n.” Your confidence wavers as Eddie stands before you.

Wow, he’s even more beautiful up close.

You both continue to keep eye contact as if breaking it would end your air supply.

But before you can continue to make a bigger fool out of yourself, you are hopping off the bar stool.

Eddie doesn’t miss the way your tits bounce as you do.

Now he was able to take you all in, and boy did he do just that. His eyes roamed your body from head to toe.

You hold out a hand for him to shake, accompanied by the most beautiful smile he’d ever seen.

He slid his calloused, ringed hand into yours and lightly shook it, never once breaking eye contact while shooting you a toothy smile, showcasing his pearly whites.

“Let’s sit.” He suggests, as he gestures to the bar stools.

Now seated, Eddie waves a hand to get the bartender's attention.

“How many of those have you had?” Eddie asks, closer to your ear in an almost whisper.

“Oh, um this is my second one.” You timidly respond.

“Okay, I think that’s enough for tonight, I want you to be coherent during our date, alright?” Eddie says in an almost commanding tone that makes your face heat up and an ache form in your belly.

“Two waters.” He says to the bartender as he holds up two of his ringed fingers.

Fuck, those rings were really doing it for you.

The bartender puts the waters Eddie ordered on little napkins and scoots them in front of you both, the condensation already leaving the napkin wet, you continue studying it before Eddie breaks the silence.

“So, how’d you like the show?” He asks sheepishly, as his right thumb circles the rim of his glass, you could only assume it was out of nervousness, or at least you hoped.

“I loved it, you guys are really good!” You beam, “got quite the fan base too.” You chuckle, Eddie can read the jealousy in your eyes, from a mile away.

“You jealous, baby?” He teases, making you roll your eyes at his cocky words.

“Yeah right.” Is all you say back before you take a sip of your water.

He chuckles before he speaks again.

“Can I be honest with you?” He says while trying to catch your eye, as you continue to observe the drink in front of you.

“Sure.” You say as your heart begins to race, your eyes finally meet his as you slightly turn to him in your chair.

“You’re not what I expected.” He says with a side smile

Ouch

“I’m sorry I didn’t live up to your expectations.” You snap with a slump of your shoulders.

“Whoa whoa, princess” he put his hands up in defense, “you exceeded my expectations.” He says with a wide smile, moving in closer to your exposed ear “you’re fucking gorgeous.” He whispers

“And this little outfit,” he tsks “is this for me?”

“Maybe.” You reply shyly, as you bite your lip.

You and Eddie sit at the bar a little longer; chatting, flirting and getting to know each other.

You find out he’s been at his hotline job for almost a year, he enjoys playing dnd in his spare time and he was raised by his uncle who he still has a great relationship with.

You also learn all the basics: his favorite color is red, his favorite food is Chinese and pizza, he’s a cat person and he collects vinyl records and comic books. You’re pleased to find out he’s essentially a nerd, like you.

You were even able ask him the ever daunting question of ‘what made you pick up a phone sex gig?’, which to that Eddie answered ‘eh, I knew it’d be easy money and I’d get to do what I do best, which is talk.’ That got him a very pleasing chortle out of you.

You both continue talking about your common interests of comics, horror movies and music for a bit longer, until he orders you both a beer and suggests moving to the pool tables, as they’re now empty along with the majority of the bar.

You step off the stool, platform Mary Janes sticking to the bar floor as you make your way to the tables, Eddie’s eyes are glued to the backs of your thighs and your ass in that little skirt.

You were absolutely hypnotizing and he knew keeping his hands off of you was going to be a challenge, all he wanted to do was run his fingers through your hair and pull your lips to his, rub his hands up your thighs and play with the waistband of your panties. He bet you wore some cute little lacey ones, maybe you didn’t wear any at all? That prospect made Eddie swell in his jeans, instantly.

You grab two cue sticks off the wall and hand one to Eddie, you rub the blue chalk on the tip before you pass that to him, too

Eddie removes the triangle from around the pool balls before he’s gesturing with his hand “ladies first.” He asserts, making you giggle before bending over directly in front of him, you hit the white ball with the tip of your stick making two solid balls into one of the pockets, before throwing a cocky smirk—

“guess I’m solids.” You proclaim while moving around the table to where the white ball is now sitting. You take the shot and the ball you had your sights on ricochets off the side missing the pocket by a hair.

Eddie smiles at you before taking his turn. You admire him as he bends over the table, his butt looks way too good in those black levi’s and the way his leather jacket hugs his body makes you bite your lip. You’re deep in thought before Eddie is calling your name.

“Y/n?” you respond with a huh as your cheeks heat up, “I said, let’s make this interesting?” He turns towards you, both hands placed over the top of his pool cue, he has an insatiable grin on his face that you just want to kiss right off.

“Okay, what do you have in mind?” You warely ask

“Everytime one of us makes a ball into the pocket, the other has to tell a secret.” He proposes with a sly grin.

You think about his words for a second, you didn’t have very many secrets, you were for the most part a good girl. You didn’t have any raunchy sex stories or a rebellious phase, so there wasn’t much to be revealed, but you figured Eddie had a ton so of course the smart thing to do was to agree, you would be an idiot not to.

“Okay, let’s do it!” You decide as you beam up at him, he nods his head in satisfaction before he’s moving out of your way for you to take your turn.

You make one ball into the pocket before you’re turning to him with a raise of your eyebrows, “spill, pretty boy.” You say before you could really think about your words, but before you can shy away and apologize, Eddie’s moving closer towards you with a smile on his face and a look in his eye you couldn’t quite read.

“Pretty boy, huh? That’s a new one… I like it.” He says in amusement, before he’s moving closer to you.

“My secret is, I’ve never had a real girlfriend.” He whispers closer to your ear.

“Ha-ha, yeah right! You have to tell an honest secret Eddie.” You roll your eyes as you move to grab your beer to take a sip.

“No, I’m being honest.” He says as his face slightly falls, you could tell from the look in his eyes that he was being genuine, but the confession took you completely off guard, there’s no way this sexy man never had a girlfriend. Also why was that the first secret he confessed? The whole thing made you beyond curious.

“It’s still your turn.” He says, making you file those questions away for later.

You walk back up to the table stone faced and in deep thought, you take your shot and miss before moving back to where your beer was, picking it up and taking another sip.

Eddie bends over the table, one arm stretched out at the front of the pool cue while the other grips the back, tongue out and in complete concentration.

Your eyes catch on a little silver ball-

Your breath hitches when the realization hits you.

His tongue is pierced

How have you missed that? The new information made your mind run rampant, what it would feel like to have it brush up against your tongue, your clit-

Stop

Before the thoughts could completely take over, Eddie walks around the table towards you with bouncing eyebrows.

“Tell me something good, sweetheart.” Your body almost goes slack at the nickname, god anything he calls you makes your head spin, or maybe it was these drinks? You think to yourself.

“Well, ummm, I’ve never gotten high before.” You confess, as your face grows hot.

“Is that a secret?” He asks with a squint of his eyes.

“I guess, my friends all think I got high with them once but I didn’t actually smoke it right, so I told them I was high cause I didn’t want to have to try again.” God, that’s such an embarrassing confession and you can’t believe you just said it out loud, you really are a complete loser.

“Wow princess, that’s some top secret stuff.” He howls, as you tense up at his teasing.

Eddie notices the look on your face, making his smile falter.

“Hey baby, I’m kidding!” He says moving in closer until the tips of his sneakers are touching your mary janes.

He grabs your chin, tilting your head up to look him in the eyes, they roam yours for a few seconds before he continues—

“I’m sorry, that’s a totally valid secret, okay? I didn’t mean to make fun or anything.” He says with sincerity.

“You're just a good girl, huh?” He says with a little smirk, “my good girl.” He whispers

You think for a second that he might make a move and kiss you, but instead he pulls away.

“Ya know what? Let’s get out of here, go grab some food and I don’t know, see where the night takes us.” He prescribes as he takes the pool cue out of your hands and hangs both back up on the wall.

He walks towards you and downs his beer, “you want this one too?” You ask as you motion towards the less than half full beer bottle in your hand.

He takes it from you and downs it too, before grabbing your hand and guiding you out of the establishment and into the crisp night air.

Eddie was definitely someone who was used to taking charge and that subtle dominance was making the blaze in your belly spread like wildfire.

You decide to leave your car in the parking lot of the bar, Eddie suggesting he drive you back to it when you’re ready to head home.

You agree, as he opens up the passenger door for you. Eddie takes your hand and helps you up before he places a sweet and tender kiss to the top of it, before letting it go to fall in your lap.

The van smells like cigarettes and woodsy cologne. You take a peek in the back seat before Eddie’s swinging the driver door open and hopping in.

The band's equipment takes up the majority of it, but you could see a little mattress pushed up beside one of the side windows, you wonder how many girls he’s hooked up with in the back of his van after one of his shows. You turn to look at him as he puts the key in the ignition and turns it, the engine roars to life and before you could get another thought in, the tape Eddie is playing booms through the speakers, making you jump up a foot in your seat.

Eddie quickly turns the knob down before shooting you an apologetic smile.

“So what do you feel like eating, angel?” He inquires sweetly

Angel

Well, you definitely felt like you were in heaven, being with Eddie, so it was fitting.

You and Eddie had decided on burgers, fries and milkshakes— he drove through the drive thru of his favorite burger joint, handing you the food to secure on your lap.

You weren’t sure what plans Eddie had in mind, but you were all for following his lead.

You and Eddie both sang along to rock hard ride free by Judas Priest, as he drove around Hawkins.

He’d occasionally look over at you with a sweet smile, as you mouthed the words.

Finally, after the third or fourth time and out of pure curiosity you turn to meet his eyes, he’s looking at you with a glint in those big pools of brown.

He sends you a wink before his head turns back to the road in front of him.

God, he was gonna be the death of you.

Eddie parks in front of an unfamiliar lake, the glow of the moon illuminates off the water, making what would be a pitch black area in the woods, gleam.

You begin opening the bag and taking the food out, ready to hand him his burger and fries before he turns down the music and clears his throat.

“Do you wanna sit on the hood?” He suggests, before opening his door and leaping out.

“Yeah, sure.” You nod as you grab the food and make your way out of the door that was just opened for you.

Eddie helps you up first, platforms stomping all over his front bumper as you try to catch balance on the big hunk of metal below you.

“You got it?” Eddie asks as your knee hits the hood, you pull yourself into a seating position, you now worry if Eddie caught a glimpse of anything under your skirt as you struggled. He hands you the food, before he’s easily pulling himself up onto his hood, he scoots closer to you, arms and legs touching as he leans back against the front window.

You begin to eat your fries while you stare off, eyes darting from the lake to the bright stars hovering above.

You pass Eddie his greasy food “So, you come out here a lot?” Your voice felt so soft coming out of your mouth, almost like you didn’t wanna break his daze.

“To lovers lake?” He says in surprise “yeah, I actually do.” He smiles while taking the food out of your hands.

He unwraps his burger and takes a bite as you begin to repeat, ‘lovers lake’ to yourself in your head.

“Why do they call it lovers lake?” You ask without much thought.

Eddie swallows his bite a bit abruptly before he begins to speak, “honestly, it got its name because it’s a pretty big hook up spot.” He nonchalantly says.

“Mmm” is all you give him with a tight press of your lips, you can’t help but to wonder how many of his hookups he brought to this exact spot, to fuck on that exact mattress pushed against the window and band equipment.

You knew this was part of it, you didn’t meet him in any conventional way. You both had phone sex already for Christ sake.

But you still couldn’t help the ache in your chest and the way your belly burned ablaze at the thought of him bringing you somewhere he brought someone else.

I’ve never had a girlfriend before.

But surely he’s had hookups? You assume lots of hookups, Eddie exudes sex appeal. He’s like a sex god while up on that stage, so there is no doubt in your mind he has hooked up with a number of women after his shows.

It shouldn’t matter, that was his past and it doesn't concern you. But the knowledge that he’s as experienced as he is and you haven’t even been eaten out yet makes you nervous and insecure.

“You must really like that milkshake.” Eddie laughs at the way you’re lost in thought why simultaneously downing the strawberry flavored malt.

You nod in agreement but Eddie notices the way you’re slouched with a seemingly sad look in your eyes as you continue to stare out at the lake in front of you.

“Hey, is everything okay?” He asks while moving in even closer to you and putting his hand he first wiped off onto his jeans, on your knee.

He begins to play with the fabric of your thigh high, while he awaits your answer.

“I’m fine, I’m just too in my head.” You say as Eddie takes the almost empty shake out of your hand and places the cup on the top of the van, behind you.

“Talk to me, baby.” Eddie continues rubbing at your knee, slightly working his way up to your unclothed thigh. Before snapping the fabric of your socks into your skin, making you slightly shriek with laughter.

“I don’t know, I guess I’m just nervous.” You say without looking at him.

“Nervous? Why would you be nervous?” He says it as if you shouldn’t have a care in the world, as if you were someone who should exude nothing but confidence.

If only that were true.

“Well, there’s a lot of things I haven’t done before.” You say as your eyes finally find his. “I’m not as experienced as you are, and I mean you taking me to a lake you’ve hooked up at probably multiple times, isn’t really helping.” You practically word vomit.

“Hey whoa, relax sweet girl.” He whispers while grabbing the meat of your inner thigh gently, his metal rings contrast the temperature of your skin perfectly.

His touch towards your more sensitive skin, draws goosebumps along your legs and arms. His affect on you is clear as day, even in the low light of the moon.

“I’ve never brought anyone out here. To be completely honest with you, I come out here alone to think and smoke. I’ve never hooked up with anyone here, baby. I can promise you that.” He continues—

“Now I would be lying if I said I didn’t have random hook ups in the back of the van, or in the parking lots or bathrooms of the bars I perform in.” You drop your head from his heated gaze to look down at his hand that is continuing to paw at the squishy skin of your thigh.

“Shit- look baby, just because I have some extra experience doesn’t mean it’s a bad thing. I mean how else am I gonna treat you nice and make you feel good? I couldn’t do that if I didn’t have some experience, right?” He says so close to your ear you can feel his breath.

“Yeah I guess you’re right.” You nod, “I just don’t wanna be like the worst person you’ve ever been with.” You say with a somber laugh.

“Hey, you know this isn’t just about sex for me right? I mean don’t get me wrong, I’m very much looking forward to it.” he says before licking his red plump lips. “But this means so much more to me than that. I really like you sweetheart and I promise you, I will show you all the things you’ve been missing out on, okay?” He says with a deep set tone to his voice, one that could make you just fall to your knees for him.

He was oh so tempting.

“So, you’ve had plenty of hook ups but why is it you’ve never had a girlfriend?” You ask out of nothing but pure curiosity.

Eddie takes a deep breath before answering your loaded question.

“Believe it or not, I’m not too popular among the residents in this shit hole town.” His voice comes out equal parts dejected and vexed.

“What do you mean by that?” You ask as you put your hand on top of his, the one that still lays on your thigh, you lightly squeeze as an encouragement that you’re here, no matter what.

“Well, because of the way I dress and the music I listen to, oh and the fact that I play dnd.” He rolls his eyes before continuing “those are the reasons this town has labeled me a freak.” His jaw clenches slightly before he brings his chocolatey pools of brown to meet yours, the look he’s giving is so vulnerable, almost as if he’s giving you an out, a chance to run away from all the baggage his life brings.

“A freak?” You hiss as you scrunch your nose up in distaste, “and what’s so bad about that?” You ask innocently, too innocent.

“As far as I’m concerned, being different or a ‘freak’ isn't a bad thing, I mean to close minded people, maybe. But there’s a whole world out there of like minded people who like the same shit you do, just because this small town can’t value your differences doesn’t mean you’re a bad person.” You say honestly, the words pour out of you like a waterfall and just as peaceful to Eddie’s ears.

He rubs the light stubble on his chin, as if in deep thought but really he was just letting your words sink in. Nobody has ever said something like that to him; he wanted to savor them, write them down to read over later when he was alone, something to come back to when the adults of Hawkins stick their noses up at him, a reminder.

“You’re really something, you know that?” He settles for those words instead of what he really wants to say and do in this moment.

He might be in love with you, he might be in so much deeper than he thought.

“Me? No” you say with a nonchalant shake of your head, cheeks heating up under the glow of the night sky. “I’m just being honest.” You remove your hand from his, to push some of your hair behind your ear in a shy manner.

Eddie scoots even closer, his hand that was gently rubbing at your thigh, now around the small of your back, his fingers settling into the exposed flesh of your side.

He moves in closer to the ear you had just exposed to him, “don’t get shy on me now, baby.” He whispers, his voice so easily makes your thighs clench and your body stiffen all in a matter of seconds.

Eddie’s cocky, knowing laugh rings out but you can’t bring yourself to look at him. You feel embarrassed at how easily your body gives up control to him. As if you’re a puppet on a string, and him the perfect puppet master. He could make you do just about anything in this moment, more so with his husky voice pressed up against your ear. You want him to whisper the dirtiest things to you, call you his little slut. All things your ex wanted to do that you never wanted to entertain.

Eddie brings out a side of you, you never even knew existed. A side you are more than ready and willing to explore. If only with him.

“You’re so fuckin’ cute and sexy.” Eddie says while pulling out a half smoked joint he had tucked behind his other ear, he puts it between his lips before digging in his pocket for his lighter, a silver zippo with a skull in the middle.

“Mm, I don’t know about that.” You say with a laugh that shakes your shoulders.

“You need to stop selling yourself short, angel.” He says while lighting the spliff, smoke immediately bellows from his nose and mouth. God how could someone be so effortlessly sexy?

“You’re so much more than you give yourself credit for, you’re so much more y/n.” The way he says your name makes your insides twist in the best way. You’d never heard your ex talk about you like this, it was always what you could be better at, never that you were just good enough. Eddie made you feel good enough.

And in that moment you made it your goal to make him feel good enough, too.

After plenty of banter and deep conversation, Eddie hops off the hood, making his way to his side of the van. He flips down the visor retrieving something before making his way back towards you.

“So, I know you said you never smoked, but would you do me the honors of being the first person to get you high?” His eyes were hopeful but his voice was calm, as if to say no pressure without needing the words.

“I said I smoked, I just didn’t do it right.” You chuckle as you playfully roll your eyes “what the hell, why not?” You say after a quick deliberation.

“That’s the spirit, baby.” He says with a loud clap of his hands before climbing back onto his spot on the hood.

He does the same routine of pulling out his zippo and lightening and puffing with ease.

He blows the smoke up and into the crisp night sky, his neck on full display as he tilts his head back, the purplish blue veins making their appearance as they bulge ever so slightly out of alabaster skin.

You reach out and tuck his curly strand of hair behind his ear, a gentle gesture that pulls a smile from Eddie’s lips, his glossy red eyes meet yours for a second before he holds out the joint for you to take.

“You ready, beautiful?” His smile grows even wider as he notices the nervous look in your eyes.

God, you were the sweetest fucking thing.

“I guess as ready as I’ll ever be.” You retort with slight sarcasm.

“You know you can say no, right? I would never pressure you into doing something you don’t want to, okay?” His tone was so gentle and understanding, it made the nervousness that had plagued your body a second ago vanish in an instant.

“I know, but I want to, with you.” You whisper the last part, so low it would be a miracle if he heard you over the sounds of the crickets chirping off in the distance, but he did and those two words made his heart soar more than anything he’s ever experienced.

After a couple attempts of hitting the joint, you finally inhale correctly, the quick burn of the grass instantly making you cough manically. Your face grew hot at the thought of Eddie hearing you almost hock up a lung.

But there was no judgment behind his eyes, just a look that could ease even the most anxious of souls. His hand rubbed in between your shoulder blades, gently back and forth.

“You okay, baby?” You gave him a nod before bursting out into laughter at the ridiculousness of it all.

“What’s so funny? Huh?” Eddie inquires as he bumps his shoulder lightly into yours, he’s now laughing at your cute hyena cackle.

He thought you looked the most beautiful like this, head thrown back, laugh echoing off of the lake probably scaring off any wildlife in a 20 mile radius, eyes glossed over and watery as you wiped them away. He wanted to make you laugh like that all the time. Keep you happy and laughing, forever.

“I think I’m high!” You squeak out between laughs, Eddie can’t help but to let out a hyena cackle of his own at your revelation.

“Yeah, sweetheart I gathered that.” He says, while not breaking his gaze from you; eyes filled with complete adoration.

“Hey Eddie, can I ask you something?” Your high has brought on a whole other side to you, a bold side.

“You said people here consider you a freak, right?” You say while trying to keep your train of thought with this new feeling of brain fog settling in.

“Why don’t you move somewhere else? You’d love Indy, there’s a ton of metalheads and punks and nobody gives them shit, it’s different in the city, people are much more open minded.” It comes out much more rambley than you meant for it to.

“I guess.. I’m just too chickenshit to move somewhere where I don’t know anyone, I’m not really sure, I mean I’ve thought about leaving, it just never seemed possible.” He huffs out, slightly dejected.

“Well now you know someone.” You say before grabbing his hand and lacing your fingers together, his palms were sweaty and his rings were warm despite the light spring breeze that had you holding the hand that wasn’t in Eddie’s grasp between your thighs for warmth.

Eddie brings your interlocked hand up to his face and lightly kisses the skin on the back of yours, before he’s letting go and hopping off the hood, once again.

“So what do you want to do? The night’s still young.” He says while fixing the crotch of his jeans, like they were too tight.

“Let’s go swimming in the lake?” You suggest with way too much enthusiasm, it makes Eddie chuckle with amusement.

“That lake has to be fucking freezing, it was iced over all winter and it barely melted last month, so no thank you.” He says with a definitive wave of his hand.

He looks over to find you looking down at your feet in disappointment. You were such a brat, Eddie thought to himself, he knew exactly what you were doing with that shy little pout of your lips, he could just bite into the plump skin.

“But I do know of a heated pool we can sneak into.” He says, making your pout turn right side up into the most perfect smile.

“Yes, a heated pool sounds amazing!” You squeal

You and Eddie pull up to a big gray two story house with a bright red door, the maroon BMW in the driveway catches your eye and you wonder how Eddie knew whoever it was that lives here.

In your eagerness you didn’t wait for Eddie to open your door, instead you quickly jump out, closing it as lightly as possible behind you.

“Cmon.” Eddie whispers as he comes around the van, grabbing you by your hand and practically dragging you to the side of the house.

Eddie makes a big show of jumping up onto the gate, he turns back to grab your hand to hoist you up but instead you flip the latch up and the side gate swings open. The look on Eddie’s face is priceless as he jumps down from his awkward position.

“Are you training to be a gargoyle?” You huff out a laugh trying not to be loud enough for the occupants of the big house to hear.

“Ha-ha” he mocks, but you could tell he wanted to laugh along. A smile broke out across his reddened cheeks. You wanted to pinch them and give them all the kisses but the sight in front of you broke you from that trance. Eddie was removing his leather jacket and pulling his band tee over his head, the tattoos that graced his torso up to his chest, neck and arms now on full display now.

They were beautiful, he was beautiful. There wasn’t an inch of skin left visible and fuck did that make you throb.

He begins toeing off his shoes and removing his jeans before he’s left standing in a pair of red plaid boxer shorts.

You swallow hard when you notice the tattoo above his lower stomach, the words “choking hazard” written in what looks to be the same font as those warning labels.

“You gonna go swimming in your outfit, baby?” Eddie taunts.

You shake your head before you start removing your platforms and thigh highs. The buzz must still be present in your body because the insecurities you would normally feel in this moment are null and void.

You remove your skirt, leaving you in a pair of white lace panties that match the corset top too perfectly. You had no choice but to go swimming in the top since you weren’t wearing a bra underneath, but at this moment you didn't care.

Either this weed made you far less uptight or Eddie brought out your adventurous side, either way you were gonna enjoy it and live in this moment with him.

You stalk up to where Eddie is sitting, his feet already dipped into the pool as he swings them back and forth. He wanted to give you privacy, didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable with him watching you as you undress, which you thought was sweet.

You put your foot onto the first step to get a feel for the temperature and once you realize it’s perfect and warm, you bring your other foot in to join.

You continue on to the second, gaining Eddie’s attention now. He looks over and his eyes fall to your ass and the practically nonexistent panties you’re wearing, you turn around to face him and he can see the outline of your pussy making him swallow harshly. You look like an angel, he wanted nothing more than to corrupt. He stands up onto the step, he’s facing you while letting his eyes shamelessly roam your body.

A devious smile twists upon his lips, but before you can take a step back, Eddie is grabbing you by the waist and pushing you both into the deep water of the pool. You gasp as you come back up for air still in shock from the look in his eyes and his sudden actions. The smell of chlorine, now heavily stuck in your nose from the intake of chemical water.

Eddie swims up to you laughing, the devious smile now replaced with a smug one. You splash him while paddling away with hysterical laughter, you totally forgot that you were in someone else’s pool therefore not holding back the laughs and screams of Eddie's name as he swam towards you like the shark from jaws.

“Eddie please stop!” You cry out as you grab the side of the pool, your laughter making you too weak to keep yourself afloat.

Eddie finally grabs you, maneuvering your legs around his hips while he holds you by the backs of your thighs. He’s able to stand in the almost 6 foot deep end of the pool, water still hitting underneath his chin while you now willingly wrap your arms around his neck, palms placed flat onto the exposed skin of his back.

“Shhh, you gotta be quiet, baby.” He whispers seductively into your ear, it makes a shiver run down your spine. You can feel his hardness as it lines up perfectly with your core. Eddie’s hands move higher up, now grabbing two handfuls of your ass, making you buck your hips into his.

You moan into his neck as his hard cock catches against your barely covered clit. “Fuck.” Eddie growls into your ear while you continue to buck your hips.

Eddie begins to push your ass forcefully against him. He picks his head up from where it’s placed on your shoulder, to look at your face.

Your brows are furrow as an “o” shape settles on your beautiful lips. Eddie moves in closer but as you notice and before you could even begin moving in to meet him, a light from the back porch is turned on, making you and Eddie freeze in place.

A head pops out of the sliding door, a guy who looks to be around you and Eddie’s age, begins to shout—

“What the fuck?! What are you doing in my pool?” The guy with what you had to admit was a beautiful head of hair, shouts. Eddie hops up onto the ledge and pulls you out before rushing over to grab all of the clothes that sit scattered around the concrete.

“Run!” Eddie hisses at you, while picking up the last garment.

The guy's voice gets louder as you and Eddie begin to run; he shoves open the gate as you both make your way into the dimly lit street. You hear some shuffling behind you and can only assume the owner has begun chasing after you both, only making you run faster and your adrenaline skyrocket.

You both jump into the van with preparations to take off, but when you look out the window and observe your surroundings you notice you weren’t being followed, there was no one out on the street, but you and Eddie.

Once you both caught your breath and let your rapid pulses mellow out, you couldn’t hold it in; your hyena cackles were back and in full force as you began laughing so hard you had to hold your stomach from the dull pain.

Eddie couldn’t hold it in either, he throws his head back as he hysterically laughs at the events of the night. The fact that you both had to run in the street in your underwear was what had you wiping the tears from your eyes. It was one of those laughs that was good for the soul.

Once the laughing died down, your eyes were full of tears and your cheeks sore, an almost tense silence fell upon Eddie’s van. To someone else it would look as if you and Eddie were playing a round of who could stare the longest without blinking, but in reality the come down from the adrenaline and the tension from the pool had caught up and you and Eddie weren’t going to let another opportunity slip through your fingers.

Eddie’s eyes caught your lips first before doing a couple more glancing shifts from eyes to lips; you matched him by gawking at his full plump set, his tongue swiping over his bottom one, the tongue ring you forgot about now at the forefront of your mind, again.

You would do anything to feel it up against yours; up against any part of you to be perfectly honest.

You make the first move, throwing your patience out the barely cracked window; you move in closer, to Eddie’s surprise.

He slowly moves in to meet you, his patience must’ve left with yours because he grabs the back of your head, ringed fingers taking agency in the nape of hair on your neck. He pulls you in; lips clashing and tongues dancing together in a harmonized manner.

The silver ball against his tongue continues to roll against yours. Although he’s rough with his lips his tongue is gentle and precise, you’ve never kissed anyone and it feel this sensual and downright erotic.

Before you can overthink your next move, you climb into his lap, straddling his hips; your knees resting on each side of his tan leather bucket seats. The kiss grows more heated, his strong hands move across your body. One hand holds tightly onto your hip while the other explores your skin, once he gets to the fabric of your white panties, Eddie pulls the tiny elastic fabric, letting it pop back into your flesh making you groan out in pleasure.

“Mmm, did you like that sweet girl?” Eddie purrs into your ear, making you swiftly nod your head to confirm his suspicions.

“Fuck, you like a little bit of pain, baby?” He asks as if he’s ready to haul you over his middle console and spank your ass black and blue.

Is that what he’s into?

The thought made your body heat up like a furnace fire, you’ve never done anything like that before all of your sexual experiences had been vanilla at best, so the idea of Eddie inflicting pain on you for his own sexual gratification lit a match under your ass, you wanted to experience it all with Eddie. You wanted to use him as your own personal guinea pig, find out exactly what it is that was missing in your last relationship, what made you tick, what made you cum.

Eddie breaks the kiss leaving you to whimper at the loss “do you wanna head back to my place?” He inquires while reading your face for any signs of uneasiness at his admission.

“Yes, please.” You whisper into his lips, voice dripping with desperation. Eddie couldn’t help but twitch in his pants because of it.

The drive to Eddie’s apartment was unnerving, not only because of the very unpredictable sex you were about to have, but because Eddie was swerving in and out of lanes like a madman. His one hand effortlessly held the wheel while the other possessively grabbed at your thigh, your skirt right back in its rightful place.

Although Eddie’s grip on you could’ve made you melt into your seat, you couldn’t help but wish he would keep both hands on the wheel if he was going to drive like hell-for-leather.

Finally he pulls into a sparse car park, bringing the van to a full stop. You could’ve swung the door open and fell to your knees kissing the floor, beyond grateful to get to your destination in one piece. Your tight grip on the door handle falters and you move to make a bee line out of the death trap.

“Oh c'mon, I don’t drive that bad.” Eddie chuckles at your less than thrilled face. He puts his arm around your shoulders, leading you up some stairs and to a dingy white door.

Once you step through the threshold and into the very decently sized apartment, the smell of pumpkin hits your nose. You look around at all of the metal memorabilia displayed around his home; from the band posters to the vinyls and tapes, to the array of band tees laying around. You slip off your shoes before you make your way deeper into the living room, and just as you suspected a half burned through pumpkin candle sits on a large speaker/stereo combo that holds a large stack of tapes—

A vast collection of metal: exodus, metal church, massacre, sodom, venom and overkill just to name a few.

Eddie haphazardly throws his keys into a rusty dish near his entryway and stalks up behind you as you continue to take in the decor. His hands fall on your hips, as he rubs over the fabric of your skirt, inching down closer and closer to your exposed thighs.

Resting his chin on your bare shoulder, Eddie whispers tauntingly, “something catch your eye, angel?”

You take in a shaky breath before you’re able to answer, “just looking at your tapes, you’ve got quite the collection.” You smile as you turn around, now facing the object of your desire.

“Mm, see anything you like? I can put one in, just for you.” He whispers suggestively.

His hands make way under your skirt, slowly sliding up until their back on your ass, almost mirroring the same position you were in when you got caught in that guy with the nice hairs, pool.

“I see a lot of things I like.” You whisper back as you bat your lashes up at Eddie, “oh you meant put a tape in, I thought we were talking about something else.” You giggle at the way Eddie’s eyes widen a bit and snorts out a loud howl of laughter, his head tipping back at the suggestive joke.

“Oh, so little miss good girl can crack some naughty jokes? I didn’t think you’d catch that.” He presumes while rubbing at his hairless chin, as if stroking an imaginary beard.

“I said I wasn’t as experienced, I never said I was a virgin.” You challenge with a raise of your eyebrows, this was a side of you that you felt comfortable with around Eddie, the playful flirting. Although Eddie was much better at it, it was still fun to play along.

“Mm, I distinctly remember you telling me you’re a virgin at having your pussy eaten though, am I right?” Eddie practically growls into your ear, his warm breath tickling your neck and causing a herd of goosebumps to raise on your skin.

His crude words nearly make a whimper slip out of your mouth, you gracefully swallow it back down not wanting Eddie in on the effect he was having over your body, but judging by the changes on your skin and the slight chill you weren’t able to compose, Eddie was very much aware of said effect. His sly grin were the unspoken words you needed to egg on all those pretty noises he’d heard for the first time on the hotline, the ones Eddie couldn’t go to sleep without dreaming of, the ones he couldn’t even jerk off without thinking about.

“Isn’t that what you told me? No one’s ever showed your little pussy what it’s been missing.” He tsks before continuing “that’s a real shame baby, but I’d be damn happy to show your sweet peach how it’s supposed to be eaten, cause I do it really well.” His cocky boyish grin is making you flood your panties and the dirty words aren’t doing anything to help.

You’re stunned into silence, you had given Eddie all of your sexy flirty material. You were at your proverbial limit. You had run out of characters.

He was a phone sex operator, of course you couldn’t keep up with his dirty talk, this was just like another normal working night for him.

Eddie grabbed at your chin, gently tilting your head up towards his, he could tell you had checked out and were now in your head, something Eddie noticed that you do a lot.

“Hey, baby. You okay?” The concern in his voice made you snap out of whatever foggy daze you were in.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine, just you’re really good at that, too good, if I’m being honest.” You light heartedly confess with a titter.

“Do you not like it? Should I tone it down?” You could tell by the rasp in his voice that he was nervous, the last thing he’d want is to overstep or make you feel uncomfortable.

You realized in that moment that reassurance was key with Eddie, he needed you to be more vocal, let him know what you like and dislike, and he’d do the rest.

That sentiment finally made your shoulders drop, the tension and nervousness dissipating from your body in an instant, you could trust him, give yourself to him in a way you never felt comfortable doing with anyone else.

“No, I meant it in a good way. I really like it, Eddie.” You purred up at him with a shy smile.

He beamed down at you with a look you could only describe as complete adoration.

His hands continued roaming your hips, thighs and ass, before he spoke up again.

“Lay your pretty ass on the couch, let me take care of you baby.” He asserts with a harsh slap to your barely covered behind.

The moan you’ve tried so hard to conceal finally found its way out, making Eddie release a breathy laugh into your neck.

“I knew you’d like that,” Eddie shook his head in utter disbelief “now get on the couch princess, I don’t wanna have to punish you, okay?” His assertive voice grew soft, as if trying to scale your reaction to his little game.

You practically pounced on the couch, not having to be told twice. You were a ready and willing participant in whatever game Eddie wanted to play with you, as long as he continued touching and talking to you, you’d do just about anything he wanted.

You laid back on the black leather couch, your head touching the cracked armrest. Eddie stalked up like a predator to prey. “Nope,” he said with a pop of the p, “I want you like this..” he manhandles you into position. Your head on the lower backrest of the couch, your ass slightly hanging off the cushion as he lifts your legs up while simultaneously pulling them apart.

Your skirt now hiked up to your belly and your white panties on full display, along with the quarter sized wet spot in the middle of your center.

“Stay right there.” Eddie commands with a wag of his finger.

He saunters over to the stereo, grabbing for a cassette to slip on, most likely to hide your wails and moans that he’s going to gladly pull from you.

He doesn’t ask you what tape you want, again. Choosing one he knows will conceal your cries of pleasure.

You continue to do your best by holding yourself in place, not wanting to move and disobey what Eddie had asked of you.

It takes you a while to place what song he’s chosen to play, and in that moment you couldn’t be anymore grateful that you have an older metalhead sibling.

Dragon time by Saint Vitus booms through the speakers. The slow melodic voice, heavy shreds of the guitar and overall trippy work of the instruments was the perfect soundtrack for fucking.

Eddie wastes no time, before you can even comprehend what’s going on; he’s kneeling in front of you, face so close to your dripping wet pussy.

He makes quick work of pulling your panties off of your body, like he’s unwrapping the gift he’s been waiting ages for on Christmas morning.

His eagerness makes you giggle.

Eddie flashes you a warning look, as if to say “be quiet or I’ll make you be quiet.” You got the message loud and clear. He grabs at your thighs, once again pulling them back; your knees now resting on the leather of the backrest above your head, your pussy open and on full display like a beautiful painting just for him.

“Wow,” Eddie whispers to himself in complete and utter fascination, “you’re a fucking dream.” He utters again, while moving in closer to your glistening cunt.

He nudges your clit with the tip of his nose, making you whimper at the swift shock to your bundle of nerves.

Eddie smiles up at you through his lashes, offering you a cocky grin before he sticks his tongue out and kitten licks at your clit, the silver ball on his tongue adding the most perfect friction. His eyes never leave yours as he gently gives it a few more flicks.

The whole thing was so intimate, yet downright filthy. You loved it, loved everything Eddie was willing to give you.

“Fuck!” You groan, as his lips gently wrap around your sensitive nub and begins suckling. It felt like heaven, you couldn’t help but throw your head back in complete ecstasy.

Eddie continued lapping at your pussy while occasionally sucking or fucking you with his tongue.

He was right, he’s really fucking good at this.

Once Eddie slipped two fingers in and curled them up, you were a goner. Your body shaking and writhing as he sucked your clit while fucking you on his heavily ringed and tattooed digits. His left hand slowly rubbed up and down on your right thigh, while continually repeating how tight you were for him.

As you were cumming the hardest you’ve ever come, Eddie slipped his drenched pruney fingers from your sopping hole and grabbed both thighs hiking them up higher. He continued to suck on your clit, but this time it was with more pressure as he shook his head back and forth, for what you could only assume was for maximum pleasure.

“Holy shit! I’m cumming so hard!” You shouted over the music still playing in the background, “please don’t stop!” You began repeating to yourself like a prayer.

Once your body stopped shaking and your moans died down, Eddie popped his head up from between your thighs. He assed your face before asking “how was that?” As if your screams and cries weren’t enough of an answer.

“That was the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” You say with a serious yet fucked out face, Eddie snorts at your words while letting go of your legs, they softly fall to the floor and you’re convinced if you tried to use them in any capacity, they would completely fail you.

“Do you need help, baby?” Eddie sweetly asks while holding out his hand for you to take.

You tentatively place your smaller hand in his, pulling yourself up on shaky legs. You flush with embarrassment when you feel a combination of Eddie’s spit and your juices spill down your inner thighs.

Eddie swiftly throws you over his shoulder, as if you weigh nothing, practically skipping off to what you presume was his bedroom, “Eddie, I could’ve walked!” You yelp.

“Well, your legs were shaky and what better way to thank you for letting me eat your sweet pussy, than to escort you straight to my bed, hmm?” He grunts as he slaps your exposed ass before lightly throwing you down onto his black silky sheets.

Eddie begins removing his leather jacket, harshly placing it over his brown wooden desk chair that was off to the side, then he makes quick work at removing his band shirt, haphazardly tossing it somewhere in the mess of his room, to be dealt with later. His tattoos once again capture your full attention, but this time you didn’t shy away from letting your eyes roam, you let them venture from his chest and arms to the “choking hazard” that made your heart race in your chest; you needed him, you needed him like the hot needs the sun.

As Eddie moves in closer, you notice the only thing left on his body are his damp red boxer shorts, your eyes selfishly roam his body, again. Finally meeting his chocolate brown orbs, as he hovers over you. A shaky breath is released from your mouth, a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding in.

“Is this okay?” Eddie asks, sensing your nervousness. You nod as your doe eyes stare up at him, Eddie could’ve exploded; both heart and another organ, at the look you were giving him, so sweet and innocent, he fucking loved it.

“Yeah, it’s more than okay.” You reassure with a whisper, while studying Eddie’s face; his dark glazed over yet caring eyes, the light freckles on his nose and his beautiful swollen, kiss bitten lips.

He moves in closer rubbing his nose against yours, you close the gap for a second time tonight by bringing your lips to his in a hungry, lust filled kiss.

Eddie sucks on your bottom lip before his tongue makes entrance into your mouth. It’s sloppy and messy and spit filled and the pleasure of it goes straight between your legs. So much so, you cannot contain the desperate moans and whimpers that slip out, especially as Eddie begins to rub his rapidly growing cock against your very exposed pussy.

“You sound so pretty for me, baby.” Eddie whispers into your neck, “don’t stop making those noises okay? If I’m making you feel good I need to know, I don’t give a fuck how loud you get, understand?” He says as you both now realize the tape has stopped playing in the living room.

“Okay.” You shyly whisper back before biting at your tender, bottom lip.

Before Eddie has the chance to kiss you again, you speak up; still rather shyly. “Can I um, can I ask you a question?” Your voice is almost as low as the humming of the refrigerator in his kitchen, but thankfully Eddie hears you.

“You can ask me anything, sweet girl.” He says in a tone almost as low as yours.

“This is stupid but um have you ever gotten t-tested before?” You stutter out as your chest warms with embarrassment.

“Like for std’s?” Eddie says louder this time, almost in mild disbelief that you’d bring that up in the middle of what was happening, as that’s a question you usually ask beforehand.

You nod your head, feeling slight mortification while looking at everything in the room but Eddie.

“Yeah actually, I just got tested a few weeks ago.” He says while reaching in his night stand, a crinkle from paper could be heard as he whips the results from a test he had taken exactly three weeks ago out and in front of your face. “I don’t keep it in there for times like this, cause I know that’s where your mind will go.” He says with a huff of laughter.

You laugh back, playfully swatting at his chest.

“You know me too well, already.” You quip as you shake your head in disbelief that he has read you so well in just mere hours.

“What about you?” He asks, making your smile slightly falter into something more serious.

“Yeah, I actually had to get tested after Troy cheated on me, just to be sure. Ya know?” You said with a hint of glumness to your words. “I'm clean, and I haven’t been with anyone sense, so…” you trail off, while uncomfortably shifting underneath him.

Eddie studies your face for a few second before his head moves in closer to your ear, “are you asking because you want me to fuck you raw, sweetheart?” His words alone make you whimper, a little from embarrassment but mostly just because he’d picked up on exactly what you were trying to put down.

You nod with a “mmhm” that sounded more sexual than intended.

“Want to feel every inch of my cock in that tight little pussy, don’t you?” His cocky words and smirk to match made you want to cower away while simultaneously wanting to flip him over and ride him until your legs were sore. But you did no such thing. Instead you nod your head, again. This time with a seductive bat of your lashes as you bite at your bottom lip.

“Dirty girl.” He playfully snides before taking a chunk of skin on your neck between his teeth and gently biting, before sucking and soothing with the ball of his tongue ring.

You moan out into the dim light of his bedroom, your head falls deeper into his silk sheets as your back arches, pushing your clothed breasts into Eddie’s chest. The position allows him more access to leave all the marks he so pleased.

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to pull out once I’m inside you, angel.” Eddie growls into your neck, before biting and sucking at more of your sensitive skin.

“You don’t have to.” You exhale with the sweetest most feminine moan Eddie has heard by far.

“Oh?” He chuckles before placing a few more wet kisses along your jawline to make you squirm.

“You want me to cum inside you too, sweet girl?” He shakes his head with a tsk, “Angel's not much of an angel at all, is she?” Eddie smirks at his teasing before going back to his work of leaving wet kisses across the skin of your neck.

You continue to moan and writhe at his provoking words, the burning in your belly feels like it’s rapidly spreading, and the only thing that can put it out is him, inside you.

Eddie begins to grow slightly impatient at your lack of words; his fingers make quick work at grabbing your cheeks with a little more force than you’ve been used to, tonight. “I asked you a question, baby. Do you want me to cum inside your pussy?”

Your eyes widen while his bore down into yours as if he’s so enamored by you, like he was genuinely looking at you for the first time. Not just a girl he wanted to sleep with, no. A girl he wanted to be with, a girl he wanted to grow with.

“Say it.” He growls. His fingers tighten on your cheeks, but not hard enough to cause pain. Even if they did you wouldn’t tell Eddie to stop, this side of him was one you were curious and enthralled to see more of.

“Yes. I want you to cum inside me, Eddie.” You whimper into his lips as they hover over yours, before continuing your desperate plea. “I’m on the pill.” You finish, before grabbing the back of Eddie’s head and crashing his lips back into yours, but before you could settle into the kiss, he pulls away.

Your eyes are still half lidded from the kiss before you realize his tattooed fingers are making work at removing the clips on your white corset top.

Your best guess would be around close to 40 small clasps, but Eddie’s dexterous fingers remove them all in under minutes.

He flings the white top open after the last obstacle has been removed. Gently pulling it from around your back and throwing it to meet his shirt and jeans somewhere scrawled on the mess of his bedroom floor.

He removes his knee from its kneeling position between your legs, standing up on both socked feet to take in your form. His eyes look dark and hungry while they explore every part of you that you have so gracefully exposed to him.

“You’re so beautiful and gorgeous…just fucking perfect, sweetheart.” He coos before moving back into his previous position of hovering over you, both hands taking place on each side of your head.

His arm tattoos, protruding veins and muscles are now eye level. You take in every tattoo from a flock of bats, to an “HF” in some old English font, to the name ‘Wayne’ in a heart tattoo on his chest. There were so many; you’d have to explore them later.

“Can I see all of you?” You ask, too timidly for your own liking.

Eddie’s warmth leaves yours, again. He works quickly, thumbing his boxers down and clumsily kicking them off of his left leg.

You chuckle at his uncoordinated actions, before your breath hitches in your throat; his cock now your sole focus and you couldn’t look at anything else in this moment if you tried.

It’s fat, long and the silver jewelry on his tip makes you clench your thighs together, but also kind of terrifies you at the same time.

His head is an angry red, some beads of precum have worked its way onto the jewelry. Everything about him has you salivating.

“It’ll fit, baby.” He sighed, you were surprised at the lack of cockiness in his voice. You wondered how many women’s eyes bulged at the sight of him, for him to be so used to having to quell away worries.

Not important, you’re here now.

“With the piercing too? Will that hurt?” You scrunch your nose up at the thought of it hurting your insides. No one you’ve ever been with had piercings, hell they didn’t even have tattoos, so this was all so new.

Eddie snorts “no, I promise it won’t hurt, the whole point is to bring you extreme pleasure. That’s all I intend to do.” He admits while moving to lift your skirt up, giving him a better view of your still glistening sex. The manicured hair on top of your mound now wet and shiny, too.

“How do you want me?” He asks as his fingertips ghost over your still sensitive clit.

“Can I be on top?” You hesitantly ask, you figured the position would give your body more control, or maybe that’s just what you’re telling yourself so you feel like you have some semblance of jurisdiction.

“Yeah baby, you can be on top.” Eddie nods while licking at his lips, he pulls you up so he can lay, now mirroring your previous position.

He sits up, pulling off your last article and letting the skirt meet the same fate as the other garments.

Eddie grabs your hips with both hands, moving you closer to straddle his lap. His cock lays flat upwards towards his belly button, so big you couldn’t help but to sit on the shaft. Warm skin on skin making you and Eddie moan out, as you maneuver yourself to get comfortable.

You’re still a soaked mess from Eddie’s earlier ministrations between your thighs, making the glide against Eddie’s shaft that much more delicious. “Fuck, angel!” He groans as his jaw tightens and his head falls back in complete and utter bliss.

“I need you inside me, Eddie.” You whisper into his jaw before you begin your trek down his neck to his chest. Leaving sloppy kisses of your own.

Eddie harshly grabs your ass with one hand, fingers prodding roughly into the fleshy globe while reaching down to wrap his other hand around his cock, giving it a few slow but forceful strokes before he begins lining his tip up with your dripping hole.

Once he’s finally breached your entrance, Eddie steadily holds your hips as if to keep you from taking too much at a time. His girth is stretching you open, so much that your eyes begin to slightly water and your breathing gets ragged. You can feel the silver jewelry sliding against your walls, you can feel it as you take him inch by mouth watering inch.

“Oh my god!” You and Eddie both groan in unison, as more curses slip out of Eddie’s mouth, yours drops open in a silent moan. Everything almost too much; while simultaneously not being even close to enough.

“Holy shit, you’re so fucking tight, baby.” Eddie whimpers.

You remove your hands that were digging harshly into Eddie’s shoulders, replacing them onto his sticker littered wooden headboard. The way he continued to split you open slowly, methodically had you gripping the wood so hard your knuckles began to whiten. The action brought your chest closer to Eddie’s face, he wasted no time before he began kissing, sucking and licking at your hardened nipples, his tongue ring gliding ever so sensually over the stiffened buds.

Finally, after your slow work of sinking down onto Eddie’s cock, it’s now sheathed entirely inside of you, along with the help of Eddie’s thumb rubbing small circles into your clit.

Your whole body was buzzing, you felt high and drunk off of Eddie, not only with having him inside of you but by the sounds that were slipping out of his pretty mouth, too many “fuck, babys” and “holy shits” to keep count.

Your hands grip the headboard even tighter as you use it as leverage to help you begin bouncing up and down on Eddie’s painfully hard cock, while he begins to lose it below you.

His hands move from your hips now that you’re fully seated on him, down to your ass. Taking two handfuls, fingers grabbing so tight his nails are breaching your skin, almost like he’s afraid you’d disappear.

“Fuck yes, baby. Keep bouncing on my cock!” He growls before slapping one of the cheeks he’d been clutching for dear life. Your skin easily heats up at the force, the spank brought you more pleasure than you ever thought it would. You had decided right then that you wanted Eddie to be rougher with you.

“Please—” you begin, already too fucked out to string together a simple sentence.

“Hmm?” Eddie hums with a teasing lilt behind his words “what was that, angel? Please what? Huh?”

Your eyes begin to water again, not from the teasing but from the rapidly growing fire in the pit of your stomach, one you’ve never had the pleasure of feeling, until now.

You swallow away the spit that is now coating your tongue, before you try speaking again.

“Please, don’t be gentle. I n-need you to fuck me.” You do nothing to hide the shaky rasp in your sweet voice, Eddie can already feel you squeezing him, he knows you’re close.

So he takes matters into his own hands, regaining the control he so often enjoys.

He quickly flips you both over, deja vu of the position you’d first been in when Eddie threw you on his bed.

He makes haste work of grabbing his cock and slamming it back into you, this time giving you no warnings or slow thrusts. No, he’s giving you exactly what you so desperately begged for.

Eddie hikes your legs up by the backs of your knees. The position pushes him in deeper, so deep you can feel him in your abdomen.

“Fuck!” You whine “you’re so deep!” You can practically feel Eddie’s piercing drag against your spot, a spot you’ve only ever been able to reach once with your fingers at a time when you were particularly too horny, but it didn’t feel like this.

“I know I am, baby. I can see my dick in your belly.” He titters before he removes one hand from your leg, placing it on top of your lower stomach where his cock is protruding from, he rubs it as if he’s trying to jack himself off through your skin.

“You feel that?” He says while slowly thrusting in and out of your aching pussy. You glance down to get a better look, nodding your head with the smallest “mmhm” to follow.

He smirks at you with a wink before he’s back to the hard rough thrusts you so shamelessly begged for.

“Mmm, pussys so good princess. Can’t wait to fill her up, have her leaking my cum for hours.” He huskily groans into the skin of your neck.

His thrusts are relentless, and the fire in the pit of your stomach, returns with a vengeance.

“Oh fuck!” You wail as you feel the beginnings of a very intense orgasm, “I’m gonna—” you continue your shouts of pleasure. “Oh my god, Eddie!”

“That’s it, Angel. Cum for me.” He growls into your lips before moving in for a searing, passionate kiss.

“I’ve never—” the words die on your tongue, as the overwhelming sense of contemptment grips your body.

“No one’s ever made you cum on their cock, baby?” Eddie questions

His eyebrows are pinched as he stares into your eyes. His thrusts slow, making the semblance of a sweet release dissipate.

“No, no one’s ever made me cum but myself.” You bashfully confess.

Eddie’s thrusts come to a full stop, his eyes feel like they’re burning holes into your sockets. He clenches his jaw before shooting you a look of empathy, like he’s so sorry no one’s ever taken care of you before, but he’s here now and that's all he wants, to continue taking care of you, forever.

“Hold on to me, sweet girl.” He softly mutters “I’m gonna make you feel so good, okay?” It’s not said in a cocky, ‘I know I can make you cum’ kind of way, but more so in an ‘I’ll do anything you need to make you cum’ kind, and if he was thrusting any faster, those words would’ve been the thing to pull you under, deep into that ocean of orgasmic bliss.

You wrap your legs around Eddie’s lower back while throwing your hands around his neck, clinging on to him like some kind of koala to a tree.

Eddie smirks at your actions; fuck, if you weren’t the cutest fucking thing in the world.

His thrusts begin to pick up, gradually until they’re fast and unforgiving. He begins kissing and sucking on a spot he’s found that makes you squirm and moan.

He brings his thumb up to rub along your bottom lip, the calluses on his finger glide so smoothly on your spit soaked skin.

“Suck.” He demands into your ear, his words willing you to open up, taking the digit onto your tongue before closing. You make a little show of ‘how deep will it go?’ before finally popping off and leaving it drenched with your spittle.

He brings his saturated thumb in between your bodies and begins rubbing small gentle circles on your clit, making your body jolt at the shock of pleasure.

Your legs begin to shake and your limbs begin to tighten around Eddie, your head falls back and the words you wanna scream that are on the tip of your tongue, just won’t come out.

“That’s it, that’s it, Angel.” Eddie whispers to you with his head in the crook of your neck, “squeezing me so fucking tight, baby.” He tenderly growls, “you’re doing so good for me. Just let go, let go and cum on my cock.” He mumbles those last words before giving the spot on your neck a particularly hard suck.

His praise mixed with his pierced cock stretching you out and the attention to your neck; throws you so hard over that precipice, you’ve just been aching to fall from.

This orgasm was life changing, earth shattering, all consuming.

Once you’d fully come to, Eddie begins planting little kisses to your face and neck, repeating how good you did, and what a good girl you are for him.

“It’s my turn, baby.” Eddie whispers before he's pounding you into his mattress, deep hard strokes and filthy words.

“I’m gonna ruin your sweet little cunt for anyone else, you hear me?” He practically snarls “Tight fucking pussy, just for me.” He continues, “you ready baby? You ready for daddy’s cum?” His body stiffens before he begins groaning and babbling incoherently.

As he cums you treat his neck as he treated yours, leaving sloppy kisses and sucking little purple marks into his ivory skin.

Once his body has relaxed, you can feel his release dripping out of you and onto his silk sheets, but he makes no effort to move, his knees stay planted on the bed so as not to completely squish you while his head burrows into your breasts.

He sighs like he’s the most comfortable he’s ever been while you begin rubbing your nails gently across his scalp and playing with his brown curly strands.

The silence is comfortable for a few minutes as you both come back into your bodies from such intense climaxes.

Eddie’s body stiffens a bit as he looks up at you from between your chest.

“Can you be mine?” He timidly asks, as if a kid asking for candy.

“Yes, I’m yours Eddie.”

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[itsmearia01]

Past Love || Chapter 1

Various! Yandere! Jujutsu kaisen x Sukuna's past wife! Yuji's best friend! F! Reader

A/N : English is not my first language, sorry if there are some wrong words. This is the chapter 1, you can read the prologue and Chapter 2. Enjoy!

Masterlist | Series Masterlist | Prolog | Chapter 2

Series summary : You always get the same nightmare over and over every night. You feel annoyed but can't do anything about it. On the other hand, your best friend who suddenly becomes the vessel of a cursed king brings your nightmares to reality. I don't know what happened but the people around you started acting strangely.

Series warnings : Non-con, dub-con, yandere, stalking, kinks, gaslighting, blackmail, overtism, smut, NSFW, Minors DNI, all character 18+ (but first years still first year, try to make sense), sex, rough sex, oral sex, dom/sub dynamics, blood, manipulation, corruption, mind break, forced relationship, yandere character being their own warning, mind control, possessive, kidnapping. ⚠️Jujutsu kaisen character was not my original, credit to Gege Akutami as original author! There's a few OC as my originally made character. If you don't like/ you hate this kind of story, please go.

You are grateful because last night you prepared bento and breakfast you made by yourself for your father and your brothers. And even though you're in a rush, you don't forget to bring your lunch.

And you brought 2 bento. One for you and one for your best friend, Yuji Itadori. Yes, you are itadori's best friend or what you usually call Yuu. How are you not attracted to him? He's totally your type. He is gentle, kind, compassionate, and patient.

During lunch time, you visit his class. But did not find him. Someone from his class said he was on the field with the sports club members.

"Yuu!" You scream his name and he looks up.

He smiled and ran towards you. "(Y/N) Sorry I didn't tell you I was here."

Yuuji approached you. he explains his paranormal club is about to be disbanded and he needs to win the bet so that doesn't happen. "Really? You ask, with a worried face. "yeah, but don't worry bun. I win it!" He said with big smile on his face. You both sigh together and you both chuckling and laughing together.

It doesn't feel like you have arrived at the paranormal club room. There are also your two senpais. You all eat your bento together and you fall asleep.

"HAH-HAH-HAH- That dream again! W-wait where is Yuu and everyone else?" You woke realizing you're the only person there. And it's late, the sun replaced by the moon. You quickly grabbed your bag and rushed out. You searched the corridor hoping to find Yuuji. You think, why didn't Yuu wake you up and instead leave you? It's already night and the atmosphere is very quiet...

You can't help but get goosebumps.

BRAK!

You suddenly hear a loud sound. What's that? It comes from above. You see someone you don't know black hair boy. Suddenly something hit that person...

YUJI!

"YUU! WHAT ARE YOU DOING." you run towards your boyfriend but soon stopped when he looked at you. “T-that mark!”

That's Sukuna's mark! The one who's always on your dream.

"(Y/N)? You-Y-you (Y/N)(L/N)?!"

"S-sukuna..."

He approached you and you slowly back off to the edge of the building, you looked down and just swallowed done. "DON'T HURT HER!" say a boy behind Sukuna. Sukuna heeded the remark and Pressed your cheek with his hand. "Do you remember me, my dear (Y/N)?"

BRAK!

Suddenly someone kicks Sukuna from the side and pulls you in his arms when you almost fell off building. "Didn't I say to protect civilians, Megumi?” said that person. It turns out a black hair boy named Megumi.

You continue to see the person who is still hug you. Tight. White hair...

"Y-you're a member of the Gojo clan?" that person looking back at you. "How do you know, Princess?"

"We don't have much white hair in this country." You say. And he hummed. I don't know why you feel nervous to see, his smile more feels like a smirk.

"Hmm, interesting... What's your name beautiful princess?" he asked.

"(Y/N), my name is (Y/N) (L/N)"

When you say that he's a little surprised… Then his grin grew wider, wider than before as if he had just heard the most heartbreaking news his life.

"(L/N) huh? Is this fate? The Gojo family and (L/N) are business partners and establish close relationship." You freak out a little as he grabs your chin and gets closer to your face.

"So (Y/N), my name is Gojo Satoru. I was a jujutsu high tokyo teacher. Nice to meet you, Princess."

His face is getting closer and your lips almost touching, but prevented by black-haired boy around your age that you know his name is Megumi. "S-sensei..." he said while walking away balance towards you. he held stomach and as if awakening from hypnosis, You remember Yuji.

"YUU!" You screamed approaching Yuji releasing yourself from the young Gojo's arms. You approached Yuji's body that was lying down unaware. You see the wounds all over his body.

You took your hands out and placed them on Yuji's stomach. Light goes out from your hand and slowly closes and heal the wounds on his body. Megumi and Gojo looked at that with impressed. well, there are who have similar power, but nothing that really looks like a naked eye light produce.

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You keep pacing back and forth in front of the room... You've already healed Megumi and are now waiting for Gojo and Yuji who are in the room.

"why are you so worried?" You were awakened by Megumi's voice. "I don't know... I'm just worried about Yujl..." You saw his expression soften and he smiled. Somehow you feel that's not a face he usually shows to other people.

"As long as there is Gojo Sensei, we will be safe... After all, we haven't met yet. My name is Megumi Fushiguro, what's your name?"

You're reminded of something... "Fushiguro-san? Have we met before?"

"Hmm? I do not think so? Why do you think so?"

"The only Megumi I've ever known in my life was from the Zenin clan..."

He flinched at your words and seemed to be trying to remember something.

"Could it be you... (Y/N)(L/N)?!"

You look at him confused when he suddenly looks at you with surprise. "Um... Yeah? Do you remember anything?"

"That's right, it's me! Megumi Zenin... I left Zenin and became Fushiguro... Do you remember when the Zenin family and (L/N) had a meeting? We always played together."

You look surprised, a happy childhood memory... "You're a Gumi?!"

"Shhh... Slow down, that call is a little embarrassing..." He said while his hand covered your mouth. He let go of his gag. He looks so cute with his blushing face, you think he's so embarrassed by that nickname.

"I think we meet again, (N/N)..." Megumi said. When you heard the call you chuckled. It was a call from megumi for you first.

"Hmm? What do we have here? You guys knew each other before?" The young Gojo comes out of the room where you guys are waiting, along with Yuji of course. You with teary eyes lunged at Yuu, hugged him and kissed his cheek.

"Yuu! You don't know how worried I was!" You started crying while hugging Yuu. He hugs you back. Megumi and Gojo find the two of you a little displeased.

You two... are too close to be called friends. "I'm fine (Y/N)! Did the creature hurt you?" He kissed your cheek back making the two people watching you bend their faces even more.

"You mean Sukuna? No! He didn't hurt me. But..." You remember when Sukuna held your face. It feels weird, like deja vu.

"Megumi, did you tell Sukuna's name to (Y/N)-chan?" Gojo asked, caught your attention and Yuji. "No... I didn't tell her." After Megumi said that, Gojo who had been sullen smirk widely. "Then I think, not only Yuji who will move to high jujutsu."

After that you and Yuji visited your senpais to say goodbye. gojo-sensei already spoke with your Papa that you're moving to jujutsu high.

Your papa is worried about you because all this time he has been trying to hide you from becoming a jujutsu wizard which is a dangerous job. But yeah, maybe it's about time.

At the end of the day you and Yuji visit Yuji's grandfather's grave to ask for blessings. Next will be fun right?

Right?

To be continued

Tags : @loaves4me @carminhadaavenidabrasil

A/N : hello everyone! thank you for all your excitement for my series! i'm working on the third chapter rn and i expecting this series would be 15 chapter? im still not sure, it can be change. but since i have other things to do in my life i would post the next chapter if i finish all of it till epilog. So, while you all waiting. Since i also read manhwa, playing hoyoverse games, and watching other anime, i'm gonna post short scenarios of those (mostly yandere tho hahahaha)

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[apute11as]

Jealousy is a disease - Alexia putellas x reader (smut)

Summary: Alexia getting jealous of you and other people, so showing you who you really belong to!

⚠️Warnings: sub/dom dynamic, kinda abuse (but it’s basically consensual if that makes sense as in it’s not intended for harm and is kinda agreed) heavy description of smut, strap-ons, slapping/spanking, swearing etc etc

(Sorry if there are any spelling mistakes)

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Music was blaring, the heat of the room encased you and the buzz that alcohol brought was ever present. Even Alexia was drinking tonight. Barcelona had just won the champions league for the second time and with the season at its end, Alexia finally entered her 2 weeks a year of letting loose and for those who knew her well, they’d realise that this was almost as rare as gold.

Alexia was slouched lazily on the couch next to Lucy and Aitana, the three of them laughing drunkly at a joke Lucy had just made. On the other hand, you were amongst a crowd of sweaty bodies on the dance floor with Mapi, Ingrid and Ona, drunkenly dancing to whatever song came on.

As a slightly slower song came on (as a pose to the rave music previously) Ona grabbed you hands and pulled you closer to her, her hands clasped together, settling lightly above your ass, out of the corner do your eyes you could see that Mapi and Ingrid had done the same. You were so intoxicated and lost in the moment that you didn’t see Alexia staring daggers at the two of you. Obliviously, you continued to dance carelessly with your friend wrapping your own arms around her neck and tipping your head back with a smile. Anger seethed from Alexia as she watched from her booth. Lucy noticed this change in her demeanour

“What’s wrong capitana you look ready to kill” chuckled Lucy.

“What’s wrong is that Ona is getting all handsy with my girlfriend” alexia snapped in response.

Following her her captain’s eye-line, Lucy was met with the site of the younger defender’s arms wrapped around you with her head resting on your neck, the two of you drunkenly swaying and almost knocking into everything. “Oh wow” said Lucy.

“Don’t worry Capi I’m sure she has room in her heart for both of you” teased Claudia, which warranted her a smack on the head from Alexia. “Ouch not cool Ale” she sulked.

Alexia continued to stare at the two of you, anger practically steaming off her, she didn’t think she could get anymore angry, but when Ona’s hands slipped a little too far down and Alexia didn’t see her make any attempt to move them from their position on the curve of your ass, she snapped. The alcohol that coursed through her veins, causing her to lose her senses. She bounded over furiously and when she reached the two of you she pulled you apart, gripping your wrist harshly and pulling you into her.

“Hola capi” a drunk Ona slurred with a smirk. To which Alexia scowled at.

“Ouch Alexia you’re hurting me” you pleaded.

“Oh I’m gonna do a lot more than that when we get home” she seethed.

“What why?” you asked, a mixture of confusion and fear overtaking your features.

“Yeah what the hell Ale?” Ona chimed in.

“You don’t get to say anything, rubbing your hands all over my girl” your girlfriend blazed.

“What… what are you talking about?” Ona asked with genuine confusion.

“Don’t play dumb batlle, savour the memory of feeling her up because it’s all you’re gonna get, you can go home tonight knowing I’ll be bending her over the countertop and fucking her until she can’t breathe. She’ll be screaming my name tonight not yours!” Alexia practically roared, her dominant side coming to light, a side you normally loved but you’d admit that right now you were slightly scared.

At that, she pulled you away, leaving behind a stunned and now magically, completely sober Ona batlle stood on the dance floor.

Her death grip never left your wrist as she practically dragged you out of the club. When you reached her car, she finally released her grip on your wrist and even in the dim light of the car, you could see the red marks that would likely turn to bruises. You didn’t dare speak a word the entire journey back to her apartment as you felt her nails digging into your bare thighs.

When we arrived she removed her hand off your thigh and stepped out the car. You went to open the door on your own side but to your surprise, she had put the child locks on the car door. Another show of dominance, you were really in for it tonight. As she approached the other side of the car, she unlocked the door and opened it for you. Expecting her to offer a hand to help you, you waited a second but as she huffed in frustration, you realised it wasn’t coming, so you clambered awkwardly out the car, receiving a light tap on your ass as you did so.

Approaching the door, you felt Alexia brush past you harshly and jangle the keys around before the door opened into your hall way. She regained her harsh grip on your wrists as she pulled you inside with so much force, that you tripped and fell face first into a heap on the floor. Alexia watched over you with a mocking expression, your knees burnt from the heavy contact with the floor. Again, you’d expected a hand to offer you help into your feet, as Alexia was normally one to treat you like a princess, practically kissing the ground you walked in but no not today. As you began to regain balance, she kicked you back down with her toned leg and another shot of pain went through your body. A look of betrayal grazed your features as she simply smirked at the current power imbalance.

Eventually you finally made it back up again and there she was again dragging you by the wrist, all the way to your shared bedroom. Upon reaching the door she opened it for you and ushered you in, a confusing contrast from her earlier behaviour. Silence lingered in the air as you stood and watched her close the door, unsure of what to do with yourself.

“get on your knees” came her low, husky voice.

Of course you obeyed, Alexia had that kind of hold on you.

“Strip down” she ordered with the mouth watering Castilian twinge to her English.

And again, you obeyed, ridding yourself of your little black dress, a dress that left little to the imagination, a fact that Alexia made you well aware of when she started an argument, suggesting you change it before you’d gone out. None of that mattered now as you peeled the tight fabric off of you olive skin. As you did so, Alexia busied herself in the corner of your room, paying no attention to you as you undressed yourself slowly in the pale moonlight. You watched as she returned and as she did, you noticed the new found bulge in her trousers, realising she had put on one of your straps whilst you were undressing. You were knelt on the floor with her tall, athletic form towering above you.

“you look so pretty on your knees for me” she grumbled, the praise causing a whine to fall from your lips. “It’s a shame you’ve been so naughty”

With that, he hand fell to your face and produced a hard slap on your left cheek, it reddened hastily at her touch.

“Get up” she demanded.

Again, you did as you were told. Though not quick enough it seemed as she gripped your hair and pulled harshly, causing you to rise quickly to your feet.

“When I said strip princesa I meant all of it” she said with a tone of annoyance. Her hand found a rest on your hips but that lasted mere seconds before she was harshly ripping the expensive black lace from your body. Before you’d had time time to process it, your bra was following promptly, Alexia’s display of strength adding to the already dripping arousal between your thighs. This didn’t go unnoticed by your partner who swiped her middle finger lightly between your legs.

“So wet” she groaned “all for me bebita?”

“Sí reina I need you” you replied panting at the contact.

“Hmm you didn’t seem to need me on the dance floor when you were grinding yourself all over Ona like the little whore you are” she countered.

“I’m so sorry amor it didn’t mean anything I’ll be good I promise te amo” you urged

“good girls don’t dance like sluts on their teammates right in front of their girlfriend, I think you’ve been a naughty girl and naughty girls need to be punished hmm bebita?” she husked

“Yes my love I’m so sorry I wasn’t thinking I only want you, I’m yours, please I’m yours!” You urged

“Oh I know you are” she chuckled sinisterly “these are mine” she grabbed your exposed breasts “these are mine” she kissed your plump lips “this is mine” she squeezed your ass “and this is mine to do whatever I please with” she cupped your dripping pussy, making you let out a quiet moan into her neck. With that, she shoved you backwards so that you back hit the bed with a thud and she lingered over the top of you, a smirk making its way onto her lips.

“please Ale” you begged

“aww so needy for me, such a perfect little slut all wet for me, ready for my cock. Spread your legs for me puta.” she demanded

You obliged, opening your legs wide for her, allowing her a full view to your soaking cunt.

“So beautiful” she said placing a kiss to your sex, causing you to moan, a mistake that lead to a harsh slap on your bare thigh.

Much to your dissatisfaction she pulled her head away from your opening, your pussy aching at the lack of contact, desperately seeking relief. She began unbuttoning her shirt, exposing her sport bra covered chest, before quickly moving on to pull down her slacks, revealing to you the bulging, flesh coloured strap on. Your pussy clenched around nothing in anticipation.

“turn around” she demanded. “If you’re gonna act like a slutty bitch, I’m going to fuck you like one”

obeying her once again, you did as you were told. Feeling two strong arms clutch your waist and turn you further, you realised she was moving you to face the mirror next to your bed, so that you could see as she likely pounded you into the bed like an animal. Alexia smirked at this new found position and the access it gave her to your ass, taking advantage of this, she landed a harsh smack to your right ass cheek, her eyes darkening as it jiggled. She repeated the action on the left side, eliciting the same reaction from the older girl as she felt pride in the reddening mark which would like cause bruising on your behind.

“you’re so wet I don’t even have to finger you first, I bet you could take all of it straight away” she chanted, aligning the strap with your dripping cunt. Without much warning, she pushed her hips forward and filled your waiting cunt with her large cock.

“look at that princesa your little cunt is all stretched out just for me, who does it belong to?” she questioned, holding the strap still within you as your groaned at the lack of movement.

“you capi, only you, please fuck me, I need your cock so bad” you whined.

“as you wish bebita” she replied, thrusting back out of you, giving you no time to adjust before she set a furious pace, the sound of your wet skin slapping together harshly, filled the room.

Gripping onto the bed sheets, you arch your back further, allowing Alexia to thrust further into your core but in turn, restricting your view of the activities slightly. Alexia quickly realised this and proceeded to grip your hair tightly and pull you back so your back met her chest, her violent thrusting never slowing. She was an athlete after all and as always she would keep going even when your energy was long diminished, the thought made a fresh wave of arousal run through your body.

“good girl. You’re taking me so well cariño, your little pussy, so open for me, letting me take what I want like a slut” she moaned.

“All for you Ale I’m all yours, u- use me” you struggled between moans as she massaged your breast and thrust up into you simultaneously. Her lips quickly found your neck as she flipped you around on her cock and shoved you down so that she was back towering above your quivering form. She sucked and but on a sensitive spot on your neck, eliciting all sorts of strangled, vulgar cries from your mouth.

“No marks Ale we have… we have media t-tomorrow” you struggled to get the words out.

“Oh well that’s just part of your punishment amor. All the team can see what a needy slut you are for me” she groaned, her hands that were previously on your breast found their way on to your clit, swirling it furiously to match the harsh thrusts in your pussy.

Your stomach contorted at the thought as you felt that all to familiar feeling pooling in your lower stomach, feeling your orgasm build up as Alexia’s strap hit your g-spot continuously.

“I’m so close capi, please let me cum” you breathed.

“Beg for it puta” she ordered

“please baby, please let me cum for you I’ve been so good let me cum all over your cock” you begged, unsure how much longer you could hold on.

“cum for me princesa”

And with that the coil in your stomach snapped and an intense wave of orgasm overtook your body as your squirted your juices over your girlfriends abs. Her thrusts began to slow as you whined at the overstimulation. Finally, she pulled her cock out of your abused cunt, with a loud pop as she left your body.

“so good for me, my girl, only my girl” she said placing a gentle kiss to your sweat soaked forehead.

“only your girl Ale lo siento for making you think anything else” you apologised

“you will be” she chuckled, picking something up from one of your draws.

“What’s that supposed to mean? What’s in your hands bebita?” you questioned, concerned.

“just that you won’t be having any concealer to cover up those pretty marks on your neck for media training tomorrow” she smirked

“But amor I took my punishment so well” you pleaded.

“aww you did cariño but your punishment is only just starting” she replied and with that she crawled into bed next to you, wrapping her nude body around yours into a cuddle as your drifted off into a not so comforting sleep as you pondered on the inevitable, merciless teasing you’d revive from your teammates tomorrow…

Sorry if this was bad it’s my first attempt at smut… it was much more difficult to write than other fics I’ll give it that!

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[tarjapearce]

Mama pegging Miguel? I mean I would see something like that happening after all their years of marriage and Miguel being against it at first but then agreeing and mama having the best time of her life. I’m sorry my brain is not okay. And I’m sorry if this would make you uncomfortable in any way.

Let's be honest here. As much as we love seeing Miguel as the Dom, we've all fantasized in having him a mess underneath us. So yeah. Just gonna Indulge myself here ~

⚠️WARNINGS: FILTHINESS. Sub! Miguel, sloppy blowjob, rimjob, hole play, Mama is a one kinky mf, Gentle femdom, use of toys, fruity lube, fluff. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT ⚠️

You weren't one for watching porn, but seeing the reviews on the video, either straight or gay mostly of the commenters agreed on something. Toying with your partner's erogenous zones and exploiting them felt good.

Some comment were explicit and specific as to what they enjoyed the most. Even though porn was the worst way and place you could learn stuff from, the comments didn't lie. Or so you were assuming.

And things turned weirder and weirder the upcoming days. Bdsm toys, and tips started to show up on your media feed. You had your little kit stored away into the drawer under key. A kit that was often pulled out when Miguel felt particularly stressed and borderline pissed. You were each other's relief.

Not only the lingerie appealed the visuals, but enhanced it. The sole idea of having Miguel tied up and needy for you made your skin crawl in a thrilling sensation that left no room for wonders and doubts.

You had imagined in multiple times how would it be to swap the dominant role for once with Miguel. As you clicked on the toy's add, a new expansion to the world you had been exploring on the surface with him, opened just for you.

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"Can we talk?"

"Miguel?" You sat next to him in his office as your paperwork was verified by him.

"Is something wrong?"

He mumbled as he kept working on his laptop.

His fingers stopped typing, his eyes turned to seize you with a surprise yet underlying alarm underneath them.

"I wanna peg you."

"What? Why?"

"Im curious and... If I'm honest, I wanna see you a mess"

You whispered on his ear and he chuckled, his cheeks turned into a faint shade of red.

"Ah, C'mon! I'm sure we can have some fun."

"Sigue queriendo, cariño" (Keep wishing, honey)

"Dont think so."

He just shook his head with a small smile.

"Ill wear something nice for you."

"Nope."

He took you by the chin and kissed your lips.

"Pleaseee?"

"No."

His eyes kept drifting towards you and the contraption you had just pulled out from a package. How did he ended up agreeing?

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Oh yeah.

A blowjob with something else he had never experienced before, and if he was honest, wished to have experienced sooner.

Sex with you was not only mind blowing, but kinky. You were kinky and shameless and seeing you assuming his role, was such an interesting switch of your dynamics. For science purposes, you said and it was more than enough to convince him.

Pillows perched behind his back to offer him a good support as his legs spreaded open for you.

Seeing you, clad in PU leather stirred his curiosity and hunger.

"Thought you'd use the handcuffs"

"We haven't even started and you're already getting kinky"

He pouted but it quickly faded as you kneeled in between his legs, hands caressing the outer of his thighs.

A gloved hand of yours took him by the base and stroked upwards in slow motions.

"You're always making me feel good."

You kissed his cheek and then his lips, as your hand kept stroking him. Lips crashed hungrily, chasing eachother desperately. Your tongue invaded his mouth, twirled around his, luring it out for you to suck it. Earning a satisfied groan from the both.

"Relax, ok? Lemme make you feel good"

With a sigh, and another breathless kiss Miguel granted you control.

You kneeled once more and resumed your stroking, blood rushing to his tip, twitching his cock alive and rock hard.

"Have I told you I love your taste?"

Beaming smile slowly melded around him. Flat tongue running on his base as your palm fisted his tip. Hot lips searing his skin with little kissed that transformed in gentle sucks. Your head supported against one of his thighs you had secured next to your head.

He groaned when you used your tongue around his frenulum, His hands clenched for a moment on the sheets as you focused on it for a moment to then take him bit by bit.

The sound of you gagging him made his head spin with sensations his body always experienced as new. A soft deep throat followed by your hand cupping the base and stroking as you paid special attention to his tip.

The little gargling and wet sounds you gave, made his body receptive and sensitive.

Red eyes fixed on your movements, and God, it was quite the sight, but you stopped, licking using your spit to stroke him faster as your other hand ventured to his sac and further.

His pants and soft raged breathings, made you bit your bottom lip.

"Tell me what you want, cariño"

His body tensed for a second as you toyed with the outer folds of his hole.

"F-Faster"

"Oh no no, I can't have you coming too soon. Need you nice and hard when I take this" Your finger moved in circular motions on the tight muscle ring.

He exhaled as the sheets crumpled underneath his iron grip

"Does it feels good, Papa?"

He nodded with shaky breaths as you engulfed him once more, but you stopped

"Uh-uh. Use your words"

You smirked to then put some flavored lube between his supple butt cheeks. You licked your lips at how receptive and sensitive his body was under your calculated and gentle handling.

Why hadn't you ventured sooner in this? Embarrassment perhaps? His groaning at your sinking finger inside him snapped your wandering attention back to him.

"You're so tight, mi amor"

You purred

"Let me-" He choked as your tongue swirled mercilessly around his tip, your cheeks hollowed hard as your cheeks clamped around him, "Dios mío, No te detengas-"

(My God, don't stop)

Another choke as another finger eased ever gently inside. You wriggled them softly, making a soft 'come' motion inside, allowing him to get used to the feeling.

Your lips glossed over both his precum and your own saliva, but that didn't stop you. He was about to push you deeper but a glare was enough to keep his hands on the sheets.

His jaw clenched, lips contorting in soft ohs and ahs as you kept blowing him and your fingers moved into him a faster but still gentle speed.

"So so close, mi amor"

He grunted while throwing his head back, sinking for a moment in the pillow. His chest heaving, the riple of his muscles tensed and shook at his desperate breaths. You stopped the sucking and he whimpered, annoyed.

"No, no mi amor. Go... Goback please, I'm so s'close." His slurred words made you giggle

"Want me to suck you dry, Papa?"

A hiss came from his lips as you found that little nub of muscle and prodded kindly at it. His mouth gaped.

"Yes" The neediness in his voice made your senses tingle. You were sure at this point you were soaked, but it wasn't about you right now. You wanted him to come undone before you while teaching him new ways to please each other beyond penetration.

And so far his body reacted so well to it, it made you smile as pride filled your chest.

"Touch yourself, Miguel. Lemme see gentle strokes"

One of his hands immediately took a hold of his aching cock

"Lento, mi amor" (Slowly)

A frustrated sigh rolled off his lips as your mouth focused on his sac. You pulled your fingers out, carefully before spreading his legs wider. As he jerked in slow motions, your tongue swiped around his hole, earning a shuddering sob from him.

His sac fell on the bridge of your nose as you helped him to stroke himself. You were eating him, and smirked as his moans turned urgent. You released one of his testicles with a gentle suck and smirked

"Hands off."

"Verga..." He rubbed his warm and flushed face in frustration. It was the second time you edged him, "I'm not appreciating you playing with me like this" (Shit)

"Relax, I want you to enjoy"

"I was until you stopped"

His voice a breathless and annoyed mumble

You stood from the bed to reach for the toy you had bought the moment he agreed. A buzzing double strap on. The outer end was just the right size to reach his sweet spot without hurting him, a first timer dildo. The inner one aligned perfectly into your spot.

Harness snuggly secured around your hips, a couple of lube squirts were poured on to the toy. Hand stroked and smeared the fruity smelling lube all over it.

You leaned to kiss him. His hands held you in place. A mix of himself and the sweet lube reminiscing on your mouth.

"I'll be gentle, ok?" He nodded in between kisses.

A new wave of thrill bolted through your body as you added some pillows underneath him for leverage. The strap perfectly aligned with his glistening hole.

"Give me slow strokes, Papa"

With a sigh, he cupped his hefty cock once more, the sensation of your gloved fingers made his body to shudder once more. His eyes widened softly as you rubbed the tip of the toy against his hole. Fingers left him to be replaced by the slick toy.

"Breathe" You cooed as you pushed in a couple of inches, allowing his muscles to assimilate the gentle intrusion.

"Does it hurts?"

He inhaled sharply and shook his head.

"Are you sure?"

Your hips stilled for a moment as your hands kneaded his inner thighs. His hand stroked himself slowly, but tightened the grip at his base.

"Yeah"

Smiling, your hips resumed their movements. Slow, deliberate circles that made the toy move carefully inside his tightness. You added another inch deeper when you noticed his breathings turned a bit more laborious.

"You're such a good boy, Papa"

The friction and the constant waves of pleasure the buzzy contraption oozed into your bodies made his strokes tighter, and your legs to quiver for a second.

His pants turned louder, turning into groans as you added another inch. His eyes closed shut at your careful and loving thrusts, Hips rocking in pliable, mild movements. His skin shook ever softly at your pushing.

His fangs bit his bottom lip when his strokes turned a bit faster, Your hands held him by his waist and you groaned.

Even though the toy inside you could never compare to his flushed and mouthwatering cock, it offered enough stimulation to make you whimper.

Mewlings and needy sounds coming from you and Miguel made it all ten times better when he bucked his hips and his eyes clamped shut when you prodded at his sweet spot. The sound his mouth did had you hissing and biting your own lip at the sight of him.

Front bangs falling into his flushed face, eyes rolling at the back of his head as sweat collected on his chest by the constant jerking. Mouth agape, panting and mumbling shy praises at your movements.

"Just like this, mi amor?"

A breathless yes.

Even though your walls quivered and milked the toy by the vibrations, your focus still remained on him and his own pleasure that only heightened by the strong vibrations on his toy's end.

"G-Gonna cum"

His words urged you to prod at the little nub of nerves that had him groaning your name.

One of his hands went above him, holding onto the headboard as his other pumped himself in a way that sent him sputtering inchorent lewd spanglish mumbles.

He choked. as you helped him cum by stroking your hand above his. Sweaty foreheads colliding, gaze locked on eachother.

"Come for me, Papa"

Your hand kept pumping and he moaned into your mouth as thick, hot blobs of fresh cum spurted from him, and rolled down your wrist, a few streaks nested on his happy trail and lower abdomen

You kissed him as you pulled out as gently as you entered

"Fuck" He mumbled against your lips. Hot breath fanning against yours, muscles spasming and shuddering as he rode his high. You could only smile with an endearing look at his blissful face

You kissed him once more. A few I love you's scurrying off his mouth.

"Love you too, mi amor"

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[mellowumbra]

~Beautiful edges~

An alpha!Abbywerewolf! x afab!omega!reader

SMUT SMIT SMUT MDNI

will have smut, like prolly gon be nasty need holy water smut. plot! slowish burn. alpha, only female alpha you've ever met. Smut is not under the cut but will be expressed!

⚠️ warnings: porn with plot!! dom!sub dynamic, breeding(r!receiving), vulgar words, VULGARITY, descriptions of genitalia, breeding kink, werewolfheat/rut! overstimulation (r!receiving) power and strength kink

Shummary: meeting an alpha was easy. Trying not to fall in love with one? Harder than it looks.

Here is to ALL YALL freaky sob's that just want to see Abby as a werewolf,,,, I love y'all so much

Also I'm SO SORRY THIS TOOK MY MONTHS FORGIVE ME

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Relocating to the WLF had taken some time to feel somewhat normal and you owed your life to them. You were accepted as one of them, when you were first alone and near death. Omega's in the wilderness alone was a death sentence, but you managed to make your life here wonderfully enjoyable. As close as normal got, it all flew straight out the window when you met Abby Anderson.

Was it strange to meet a female alpha with unbridled power, skill, and rage? Absolutely. Did she scare the ever loving shit out of you? Absolutely. But that didn't stop you from perking your ears to listen every time her name was mentioned.

Abby was a force of nature, she commanded respect without needing to utter a single word. Six feet of muscle and piercing blue eyes that glowed gold and opulent when her wolf appeared. Everyone in the WLF knew about Abby, and were either terrified, infatuated, or a little bit of both. She worked for Isaac, as she was trained and worked like a dog in combat. She led the most dangerous of patrols under Isaac, the man who allowed the WLF to keep you safe, who sent her out to do his worst work.

Being an unmated alpha made it even more..interesting...

As soon as her name entered your airspace, words passed around about the alpha's skills during her rut. You could not stop the onslaught of other companions dishing tidbits during these conversations. Hell you couldn't go anywhere in the past two weeks and not hear about Abby Anderson, the most "skilled" alpha in the entire WLF. You were even more curious to why a female inherited an alpha title. You wondered why you hadn't heard her name sooner, and you soon figured out why. Abby had been in a relationship, and a serious one at that. But, that was over, from what the other omegas in your rounds gossiped about. You were surprised to hear that Abby had been dating a male, a one of almost equal rank as her. Her most recent "pursuits" were women.

You rolled your eyes at Arya's gossip and finished suturing a deep abdomen wound from your most recent patient. The man smiled at you, thanking you for the dressings and ointment. "Hey y/n," Arya says, your other medical assistant and friend catches your attention.

"Yeah? Whatcha need," you ask, wiping down your med tray and discarding a dirty needle.

Arya then asks you if you need to stay longer or if you need to head out. You reply no, you've got nowhere to be. Arya quickly discards her medical garb and ducks out, the sun already set. You sigh and work on seeing if anyone other WLF member needs to be attended to.

Something overpowering and strange enters your sense just after. It makes you stop, startled by the sudden thick air. A strong scent, almost hypnotizing. Abby Anderson is sitting on the bed across from you, blue eyes fixed on your figure. You start, now taken aback at how she appeared almost soundlessly.

"Jesus Anderson you scared the shit out of me," you swore, walking over to inspect a large shoulder wound running from her shoulder to mid bicep. Her muscles glisten with sweat, a now failing stitch job visible against her skin. Her honey hair in a signature loose braid, freckles dotting her neck and shoulders, clad in a gray tank top that exposes her skin to the blistering sun. "Sorry, is' just a habit," she breathes, "I didn't mean to startle you."

Her smile is dizzying but wanton, skin too white. She's in pain.

"It's alright, what are we looking at huh? A mighty alpha needing some help?" You tease, lifting her arm to assess her shitty patch job. Abby hissing at the pain or the figurative jab, you weren't sure.

You smile quietly, adding in a few words of "Alright gimme a second, I can fix you up."

"Thank you y/n, if I tell Manny that his stitch job was shit he'd take it personally," she chuckles dryly to avoid the grimace of you cleaning her wound with alcohol.

The stench almost clears your nostrils of her overpowering scent, almost. With a steady hand, you begin to swiftly move a needle through her flesh. The skin gave way easy to the needle, signalling she must've avoided coming here for a few hours, at least.

"You avoided coming in here, at least since before dinner," you say brazenly.

Abby puffs a quick breath through her nose, unhappy with the answer you've settled on.

"Maybe I did."

You can feel her eyes on you, this whole time. She follows the movements of your fingers, you can hear her nose purposefully inhale quickly at least once, and your cheeks heat at the sudden interest she's taken in you. Her scent is making your mind do flips, alphaalphaalphaalpha repeating in your head by your unhelpful wolf. Your hands almost shaky by the end, Abby rolls her shoulder with the new bandage applied.

"Keep that one for at least the next 2 days, or until you've noticed its leaked through your bandage. Keep it as dry and clean as possible," you instruct.

Abby just flashes you a blinding smile. "You do a good job, I feel better already. Thanks doll," she flashes a wink at you, smirk in her eyes.

That wink makes your ears turn red, palms suddenly sweaty. You roll your eyes to act nonchalant, placing a narcotic in her hand.

"Take these no less than 12 hours apart with food, and I mean it Anderson, with food," you say, fingers brushing one another's as you close her fingers around the pills. A resounding shock zaps through your fingers as fast as lightning, snapping her head up at you. Her eyes flash red just as fast, replaced by their usual blue.

Your eyes are wide, hand zinging from some unseen energy. Abby thanks you silently with a nod, hands stuffed in her pockets, and rushes off.

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Ever since that day in the infirmary, Abby is never out of your sight. During inventory rounds with your other med students, led my Abby's surgeon father, Dr. Anderson. She's always just looming. Your friends start to ask questions when the blonde walks into the infirmary one day, looking as healthy as ever.

You stare curiously as catch her eye, when she throws another wink at you. All your other friends blush and try to look busy.

"You don't look in pain Anderson?" You question, raising an eyebrow.

"No," she chuckles, "but I do want to ask if you had any extra isopropyl alcohol on you? One of my buddies managed to get blood all over a cell, and we need a cleanup," she says, so casually.

You start, but manage to stutter out a response.

"Um y-yeah we have some but it's not here yet, I can bring it to you in an hour or so?" You question, to which she just nods and winks at you.

"Find me in the FOB on the first floor sugar!" She calls out, leaving you a blushing mess.

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Some time later, alcohol in hand, you make your way to the FOB, when a sharp pain in your abdomen makes you lean against a wall in a back hallway. You shake your head, trying to clear your head as your wolf has taken over, screaming for help. Panic ensues. You know any willing male werewolf will hear you, and you sink into a corner.

Someone rounds the corner, and you can't see who it is as your vision is blurry with tears. You turn your head away to ease the embarrassment. The same overpowering scent you remember from two weeks ago invades your mind, and your wolf goes nuts. It's Abby, and she knows exactly what's happening.

SMUT I REPEAT SMUT

"I'm so sorry please don't come closer pleaseAbby," you beg through near tears, your heat blinding and painful. Quick breaths through your nose accompanied with full body shakes makes Abby growl lowly. She knew you needed to be claimed, the pain unbearable for her future mate to endure. A rumble in her throat makes you tilt your head towards the ceiling, breaths coming in faster. That growl is pure power, pure dominance. The fear in your heart of her power comes through your eyes and Abby realizes your fear, and it hurts. Your intoxicating scent fills her nose like a fog, your fight against a need to be taken care of slowly failing. Your heat and scent flies down to Abby's pelvis, unable to stop the whirlwind of arousal she feels.

"Hey, hey look at me," she commands, power still in her voice. She's knelt to your eye level. Don't be sorry baby. I'm not going to hurt you, I promise y/n, I promise. Please, let me take you somewhere safer," Abby begs. Alphas don't beg, they command. Her beg, plea has you staring in her eyes, desperate to believe her.

You pant, fear still swirling in your eyes. Abby just offers her hands, warm and calloused. After not saying anything, she slowly lifts you into her arms. Eyes lidded, mouth slightly parted, your heat addled brain screams at the feeling of power and protection. You can't help but inhale deeply at her scent, your core aching for more. Abby slips you into her room.

"Y/n, please," Abby begs. "I want to help you." Her eyes are a tinge of gold, showing her alpha side. She puts her forehead gently to yours. "I know you have feelings for me," she breathes. "But I won't do a thing unless you say it's okay."

Tears streaming down your cheeks, your eyes widen in surprise. You're lucid for just a second. "Oh god Abby, I-I don't know what to say," you groan, embarrassed. Your heat is blinding, a near total body and mind need to just be taken care of.

"I won't do anything you don't want baby," she cooes, her pet name undoing your resolve.

You take a deep breath and swallow, knowing that all you've wanted is for Abby to make you hers. And only hers.

"I want to be yours. I want to be only yours," you admit, cheeks darkening. "Please tell me you feel this as strongly as I do," you rush out, fully vulnerable.

Abby's turn to be wide eyed is short lived before she lands her lips on yours, desperate and hungry. "I want nothing more then to make you my mate. I- want- nothing more -than to fuck you into -this bed- for hours," she groans as you moan into her mouth. Her lips are warm, your arms reaching out to tangle in her blond hair. Your heat is begging, burning like a fire under your skin. You whine pitifully, Abby now fully aware of your need.

"I know darling, I know," she whispers. Abby lays you down on her bed, kissing you with a new ferocity that made you tug at her clothes. Feeling her strong abs run over your now bare chest made you bite her lip, a low growl coming from Abby's throat. Her mouth kisses down your neck and reaches the softness of your chest. With lips and tongue, she sucks your nipple between her teeth, licking it as it grows in need. Moaning at this was music to your alpha's ears. Your breasts are damp with spit and raised pink nipples fall in her mouth as she attends to one after the other.

She pulls your pants off, letting your heat racked body shiver at the sudden coolness. Her eyes flash a deep gold now, looking you over, a wanting moan leaving her lips.

"You have no idea how long I've been wanting to see you like this, how long I've been wanting to do this with you," she groans, the obvious bulge in her cargo pants making your mouth water and brain go fuzzy at her words. Her hands sink into your skin, pulling the flesh as she drags her hands down your stomach and over your thighs. Your cunt is wet, glazed over with slick and need. Pink lips swollen at the want of satiation. She kisses you, hand reaching down to palm you, gathering your wetness along her fingers. Your pants have turned into whimpers, into breathy moans.

"You're so wet for me, my precious mate," she cooes, dominance leaking through her words. "I wonder how wet you'll be when I sink my cock into your wanting pussy," you moan at her words, pulling off her pants. A small gasp leaves your lips as her member springs out of her boxers.

"That is a dick of an alpha for sure," you breathe out, hearing Abby chuckle darkly at your surprise. Its shaft covered in small veins, her pink head leaking precum at the sight of your naked body. Abby leans forward on her elbows, soaking up more of your slick on her cockhead, her kisses to your lips bruising. Your scent is making her drunk, the end goal of this mating lost. Ignoring her own desperation, Abby sinks below your waist and licks a long slow strip up your center, capturing your clit in her mouth to softly suck.

"I'm not fucking you stupid until your come all over my face, my pretty mate" Abby groans.

Her name leaves your lips in a yelp, unfettered moans follow. Her tongue is masterful, her lips covered in your shiny arousal. Up and down she moves her tongue, taking time to let herself tongue fuck you, dipping into your wetness. Latching onto your clit, she sucks soft pressure and swirls her tongue. With nothing to grab onto, you resign to tugging at your alpha's long blonde locks, legs high above your head, resting on her shoulders. The muscles in her back flex and stretch as she fucks you.

"Abby, o-o-oh fuck Abby baby pleaseplease alpha please," you moan and moan, dragging your hands through her hair.

At the mention of her title, Abby growls and picks up her pace. You feel the band in your belly tighten and snap within seconds as your orgasm washes over you in a blissful wave. Your toes curl and back arches off the bed, head thrown back in a long and loud moan. Abby continues to fuck your aching cunt into overstimulation, your legs shaking and breath uneven.

"Baby, baby I can't-can't take it anymore," you whine and moan. Abby doesn't stop but unlatches herself and slaps your pussy lightly with her palm.

"You're going to take what i give you angel, and you're gonna say thank you alpha," she hums and holds your jaw with her hand. "Okay baby?" She asks.

"Yes baby," you say softly, lips puffy as Abby captures them in a deep kiss.

"Thank you alpha," you admit shyly, peeking at her reaction through your lashes. Her breathing is ragged, hair undone and messy. Her eyes are a fierce gold, desire evident.

It didn't even take a minute before she slowly sinks herself into you, squelching sounds accompanied. Snapping up her head to you, she examines your features for any sign of pain. Your eyes are half open, lips parted in an O.

"Are you hurt?" She questions, stilling inside. You slowly shake your head, gripping her shoulders and wrapping your legs around her waist. With that, Abby slowly moves through your now sopping cunt. Her breath is short, focusing on not coming too early. You wrap around her like a vice.

"Fuck-fuck fuck baby you're so wet, so tight so warm you're so perfectfuck you are soperfect," Abby moans.

You moan at her praise, tangling your fingers in her hair, reveling in the closeness of your skin. Held up by her strong arms, the muscles in her biceps flex by your head.

"Hold on tight princes," Abby whispers into your ear, nipping at the skin.

Her thrusts start slow and languid, drawing out loud moans at each bury inside you. Your moans only get louder as her Hips snap back into yours at a near brutal pace, relishing in the wet sound of skin on skin. Abby examines your fucked out state of bouncing breasts, loud breathy moans and profanity.

"Fuck Abby fuck ABBY fuckfuckfuck my alpha fuck my alpha," you moan out, whining at the feeling of her cock stretching your walls to a beautiful feeling.

"Markmemarkmeplease baby breed me please baby please," you whine out, surprising Abby at your vulgar confession.

"Yeah baby? Fuck you'resofuckingwet, you take my cock so good baby you want my pups baby? Want me to breed you like a good puppy?" Abby moans, as the slap of wet skin fills the room.

"I bet you'd like me to breed you, huh baby?" Your fucked out smile gives her the answer she needs. "Yes abby please baby breed me please don't stop," you whine.

"Dirty girl, I knew you'd like that," Abby seethes as she bites your neck, sweat on her brow.

"You wanna be all round and fuckin full for me?"

"please Abby please baby yes yes yes!" you exhale a loud moan from your chest, as she leans forward to kiss you hungrily.

In a fast motion, she flips you on your belly, arching your back and pressing your cheek into the soft mattress. Your ass on display as she spreads you to see the slick drip down your thighs. You shake your ass slowly, all shame gone, wanting to be bred like a bitch in heat.

Her hands find your hips again, fucking into your cunt immediately like the world was ending. Muffled moans and screams come from your lips, Abby moaning at your soaking pussy sucking her in and milking her cock for all it was worth. Listening to your moans go up in pitch and your cunt get tighter and tighter told Abby you were so close to coming.

"You'gon come for me baby? Come all over my cock baby, c'mon you can do it. Cream all over my cock my good puppy," she rushes out, hands pulling you back to bounce on her dick.

"Fuck-ff-fuckfuck Abby I'm gon come 'my god I'm gonna come," your legs shake and let your orgasm push Abby into hers. Abby grabs your stretched out hand and squeezes it, to ground you. White hot pleasure consumes you and the heartbeat between your legs races.

You yell her name and moan a loud FUCK, drool sticking to the side of your cheek.

But abby wasn't done yet, your pleasure just comes first.

Abby's groans grow higher and higher, as your pussy pulses around her. As she feels you completely tighten around her, Abby's orgasm explodes. She feels her cock swell and a euphoric feeling washes over at the feeling of her breeding you completely full.

"Fuck baby, fuck baby ohgod," Abby moans as she collapses against your sweat drenched skin. You moan back weakly, shivering at her slow kisses up your back.

"You're so beautiful baby, gonna be so beautiful for me," Abby whispers, pulling out slowly to your disappointment.

"Fuck princess look at you," the alpha groaned, skilled fingers pulling your puffy pink lips apart to watch her cum drip out of your overstimulated pussy. You whine again, sensitive to her touch.

She coos, kissing the swell of your ass cheek.

"Come here princess let me hold you," Abby coaxes, slowing moving your body to lay between her legs. She softly kneads your back as you lay, breathing in her scent. Soft kisses to your forehead manage to lull you into a dreamlike state.

"Rest my precious mate, I've got you baby," Abby breathes, wrapping her strong arms around your figure.

Maybe falling in love with an alpha isn't hard after all.

#the last of us #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson smut #mel's musings #abby anderson #abby anderson x female reader #tlou abby #abby x reader #abbyasawerewolf #this woman #makes me question my life #I want a werewolf girlfriend

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

Still Love Me?

This will fill the "I want you to leave marks." space on my @jacklesversebingo card. The prompt will be bolded.

Summary: Y/N wants to help Dean deal with the mark - in whatever way he needs.

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Smut. Pretty much all just very filthy smut. MOC!Dean. He is harsh, and fairly brutal. Hard, rough, brutal, unprotected P in V sex. Pain/pleasure dynamics (all consensual). Spanking (brief). Tit slapping. Throat fucking. Hard, rough fingering. Spitting. Spit as lube. Brief anal fingering. Name calling. Face slapping (just once) Choking. Oral (f. receiving.) Brief orgasm denial and overstimulation. Reader tied up. Dom/sub vibes. Dom drop. Also angst. Soft Dean. Aftercare. And believe it or not, some fluff.

Pairings: MOC!dean x Reader (You)

Word Count: 5,074

A/N: Blame this fic on raging hormones, and a rewatch of S10. 🤷‍♀️ All I'll say is, heed the warnings. ⚠️

The beautiful dividers used here are created by @talesmaniac89

You awoke from a dream that you immediately forgot, reaching for Dean beside you. But he wasn’t there. You sat up quickly, surveying the room in the dark, and seeing no sign of him. 

You stood up and grabbed Dean's white button down that he’d worn earlier in the day before carelessly draping it over the arm of the chair. He never put his clothes away. A little imperfection of his that made you love him even more, even if it also made you wanna pinch him sometimes. 

“The drawers are RIGHT THERE.” You’d remind him, frustration leaking from your pores. Inevitably he’d smile his charming, irresistible smile and nuzzle his face into the side of your neck, licking and nipping at you and rubbing his scratchy scruff against your sensitive skin, making you giggle and shiver.

“Still love me?” He’d ask teasingly, his little boy expression making you fall in love with him all over again. Every time. 

But under his teasing -  no matter how minor your annoyance with him was, or how happy he was in the moment - beneath that you could always see his genuine fear that one day you’d say no.

Dean Winchester broke your heart sometimes.

You padded out of the bedroom in only Dean’s shirt; Sam was away in Lebanon for the night, having finally asked out a waitress he’d liked for more than a month. He’d texted earlier to say not expect him home before tomorrow. Or maybe the day after.

Go Sammy! you thought with a smile.

You wandered down the bunker’s hallways, checking for Dean in all of his usual haunts; the kitchen first, naturally, but also the library and war room, the Dean cave, the shower room, though you didn’t hear a shower running. Beginning to get a little worried, you decided to check out the basement. As you came to the bottom of the staircase you heard grunting coming from down the hall and frowned.

It sounded like it was coming from the gym. You went to investigate, although you began to suspect why he was awake and hitting a punching bag in the gym in the middle of the night. You walked into the dimly lit gym and stopped to gaze at Dean in awe.

He was wearing a pair of gray sweatpants and no shirt, a sheen of sweat covering his skin as he moved from foot to foot, pounding on the two hundred pound heavy bag in front of him. Each punch was landed with a grunt of effort, and sometimes his hands moved in combinations too quick for you to follow. He was an extraordinary fighter, beautiful and graceful, and extremely powerful. 

You didn’t get to spy on him for very long. His instincts and sixth sense tended to border on the prescient, so he quickly turned towards you, his face relaxing somewhat as he saw that it was just you. He pulled one of his ear buds out with his taped up hand, breathing heavily. You could hear screaming metal music tinnily coming through the tiny speaker before he shut off the music and stuffed the headphones into his pocket

“Y/N. What are you doing up?”

You smiled and walked towards him. “I woke up and you were gone, so I came looking for you.” You came to a stop in front of him and reached out to wrap your arms around his neck, but he pushed your arms away and stepped back quickly. You frowned at him, more confused than hurt.

“Dean, what’s wrong?”

He shook his head quickly. “No, nothing. Sorry, I just…” he swept a hand across his chest. “I’m all sweaty and gross. Trust me, you don’t wanna be near me.”

You chuckled and gave him a mischievous grin. “Been around you all hot and sweaty plenty of times, Winchester; hasn’t bothered me yet.”

But when you closed in on him again, he backed up further, holding up a hand. “Y/N stop it!” He barked at you.

This time his anger at your approach and his obvious disinterest did hurt you a bit, but once again, you thought you knew the problem. You frowned at him.

“Okay. Talk.”

But Dean just shook his head. “Look, I’m just…I just wanna finish my workout…and, you know…” he trailed off.

You put your hands on your hips and tilted your head at him. “You wanna finish your workout? What are you Sam all of a sudden?” You said with a chuckle, trying to lighten his dark mood. 

But he remained dark. His green eyes were hard like flint and his jaw ticked. You began to notice a sort of dangerous, menacing energy rolling off of him. It was the kind of energy, you had to admit, that would make you turn and run in the other direction if you didn’t know and love him.

But his mood wasn’t at all surprising. You’d suspected all along what woke him, why he was down here, and why he didn’t want you close to him. You looked at the mark that sat like a scarred brand on his inner right forearm and felt your stomach clench. You reached out to touch it but Dean yanked his arm away. 

“The mark acting up?” You asked, trying to sound nonchalant, as though you were discussing a toothache instead of the curse that had turned him into a demon once already. You knew it had been getting worse in recent weeks. He used to talk to you when he woke up from a nightmare brought on by the mark, but lately he’d been just brushing them aside. 

“Same as always.” He answered now, as he’d answered many times before.

You shook your head. “Don’t do that, Dean, please. Tell me what you dreamt. Talk to me about what you’re going through. I wanna help.”

Dean shook his head and laughed humorlessly. “You can’t help, Y/N, and I don’t…” He ran a hand over his face and then turned back towards the bag. “I don’t want you around me when I’m like this.” He said, before landing a blow to the heavy bag that made it swing back and forth.

You swallowed and tried to ignore the primal part of you that tended to get animalistic when he was like this. Your body flushed and your core muscles fluttered whenever you could see that hard, hot, hungry look come into his eyes.

You knew it scared him and you wanted to support him; you wanted him to know you'd always believe that underneath everything he would always be the same good, loving, kind man you'd known all these years. 

But sometimes he exuded so much raw masculinity and virility, that it was like a siren song, pulling you in and you were more than willing to risk being dashed upon the rocks if it meant feeling that energy, that power, vibrating around you.

You stepped closer to him and he backed away again, but you pursued him across the gym floor. He scowled deeply at you, nostrils flared. 

“Y/N, what the fuck are you doing? I told you, you shouldn’t be around me right now.”

You shook your head. “You’re wrong, Dean. I’m here for you. I’m not going anywhere. I’m here if you want to talk…or…anything.” You said, voice laced with too much meaning for Dean to miss it.

Again his jaw clenched, and his eyes flicked down your body, obviously enjoying the sight of you clothed in only his shirt. His eyes narrowed. “You don’t know what you're asking for, Y/N.”

You stepped closer to him, pushing him back against a stack of mats. “I think I do. I know you wanna fuck me, I know your body is as hot and aching as mine.” You reached up to wrap your hand around the back of his head, playing with the sweaty hair at the nape of his neck. “I’m trying to tell you that I’m here for you, for whatever you need. If you want to expend some of that excess energy, I’m right here - ready to go.”

The only sound in the room was the rough, shallow breaths coming from both of you. Suddenly, quick as a flash, Dean’s hand shot out to bunch your shirt (his really) in one fist and wrench you closer to him. 

“You’re not listening to me, Y/N. Two hours ago I was dreaming about slicing people up, pulling them apart with my bare hands. That violence, the lust, the pounding need to destroy something is still pumping through my veins. I want to fuck something or break something or maybe both.” He dropped his hand from your shirt and pushed it through his hair. “So get away from me unless you want me to do something we’ll both regret.”

Your blood was pumping so hard in your veins, you were surprised Dean couldn’t hear it. You licked your lips and shook your head. “No. I won’t regret it. I want you to use me, I’m here for you, I’m giving you permission to use me…however you need.” You paused for a beat before admitting, "I want you to leave marks."

Dean’s face was almost feral in its intensity and you felt the slick begin dripping down your inner thigh.

"You don't really mean that, sweetheart." Dean grit his teeth, and spoke in a growl.

"Don't I?" You whispered.

You unbuttoned the few buttons holding his shirt closed and let it fall to the floor, leaving you in nothing but a white, lacy thong. Dean clenched his fists over and over as his burning hot gaze scorched you completely.

"Last chance, sweetheart. Run." He warned, his voice low and slightly ominous, causing you to shiver.

You shook your head. "No." You said simply; anything more was beyond you at the moment.

A split second passed before Dean pounced. He grabbed you roughly by the throat and landed his open mouth on yours, sweeping his tongue inside. His body radiated restrained power as he kissed you, consumed you. Moving down from your mouth he sucked on the skin below your ear, beginning to make the marks you wanted to see in the mirror the next day. 

He broke away from you and pulled you aside so he could yank down one of the mats from the pile, and toss it on the ground.

"Get down." He ground out, before pushing you to the mat when you didn't move quick enough.

He towered above you, staring down at you as he slowly pulled the tape off his knuckles. His eyes were dark, and wild and made your body shiver slightly in anticipation.

"Take off your panties. I want you on your hands and knees." He told you when he was finished. "I'm gonna fuck you into oblivion." He pushed down his sweats, making you moan deeply as you saw he wasn't wearing underwear. 

You reached for his rock hard cock, but he slapped your hand away, kneeling down and manhandling you into the position he wanted you in before tearing your panties from your body. 

He set you on your hands and knees and pushed against your back until your cheek was pressed tightly against the mat. The position left your ass and pussy completely exposed to him and he took immediate advantage of that, roughly driving three fingers into your dripping hole. 

A cry escaped you and he growled deep and harsh, clearly enjoying the sound. He chased it again by pulling his fingers out and then slamming them back into you, even harder.

"Unf - fu-huck." You gasped out, your whole body vibrating with need. He pulled out and added his fourth finger, ramming into you and forcing your cunt to stretch wide. With most of his hand sunk deep inside your pussy he pressed against your g-spot and made you scream.

He pulled back from the sensitive spot and then punched back into you so hard he almost knocked you over. But he grabbed onto your hip in a bruising grip. His hand was so big, his blunt fingernails dug painfully into the crease of your thigh.

Buried deep inside your cunt he turned his hand so that his thumb could circle the tight, puckered hole of your ass. His hand moved from gripping your hip to spreading your cheeks open.

He spit onto the ring of muscle and you gasped. You had no experience with anal sex, and your stomach flip-flopped half in fear and half in excitement. He spit on you again, rubbing his saliva over your hole with his thumb before breaching it, pushing just the tip in at first. He pulled out and then pushed back further, to his first knuckle. 

The sensation was strange but pleasurable. He pushed his thumb in as far as he could and the unfamiliar stretch burned. He moved his other hand forward and began to push in his other thumb. He spit on you again to lube up the way for his probing fingers. As he pushed both thumbs in completely he pried you open slightly, stretching you and making you whimper, half pain, half pleasure. 

You felt stuffed full of him, both holes stretched open and stinging. Then he pushed his fingers against your sweet spot again, rubbing and pressing there until your walls clenched tightly around him as you exploded, yelling out a rough, ragged sound of pleasure.

As you were coming down, he pulled his hands out of you and stood up. He reached down and grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking on it hard and making you cry out in pain as he used it to pull you to your knees.

Without pausing, he wrenched your head back so your face was turned up to him. Then his hand came down across your cheek, stinging sharply.

"Open your fucking mouth. I wanna make you gag."

You did as he said immediately, feeling your belly clench in spite of the pain, or maybe because of it. He shoved his cock roughly down your throat, getting what he wanted as you choked around him. 

He pulled out and cum and spit dribbled out of your mouth before he pushed back in, even further down your esophagus. He took his free hand and ran his thumb over your bulging throat. 

He pulled out again, letting you barely catch your breath. You coughed hard, your throat already aching from being used so roughly. But Dean held your head in place by your hair and shoved himself in again, until he was fully seated in your throat. 

You gagged around him over and over, but he just wrapped his big hand around your throat and squeezed, gripping his own cock buried deep inside. His fist squeezed tightly and you stopped gagging simply because the immense pressure of his fist allowed for no movement. 

You began to see black spots moving in around the edges of your vision before he finally let go and pulled out his cock. You coughed horribly, raspy, gravelly sounds emanating from you as you struggled to bring oxygen into your lungs.

Before you really had time to recover, Dean yanked you to your feet, his hand still bunched in your hair. Your legs were wobbly, but he pulled you over to one of several workout benches around the room and pushed you down over it, finally letting go of your hair. 

"Don't move." He told you; his voice was dark and sinister and made you start shivering. Your body was aching, but also humming with need. 

You couldn't see what he was doing behind you but suddenly his mouth was buried in your pussy, his hard tongue penetrating you. 

"Dean!" You screamed out, and it hurt your raw throat, but you couldn't help it as his delicious mouth sucked and licked at your throbbing cunt. You wriggled against his mouth and he pulled away making you whimper with want. 

Then you felt his palm crack hard and heavy against your ass and your whimper turned into a gasp and then a moan of pain as he delivered a second blow, making heat bloom and spread across your cheeks.

"I told you not to fucking move." He growled at you. 

You nodded your acknowledgement, a whine leaving you as he returned to pulling you apart on his tongue. You tried hard to stay still, but as he pulled your clit between his swollen lips, you instinctively pushed back against him.

He pulled away again and you knew you'd messed up. He lifted you off the bench easily and brought you back over to the mat on the floor. He threw you down on it and walked away. 

He returned quickly, carrying three long skipping ropes. He got down and knelt over you, one knee on either side of your hips, and grabbed hold of your hands, using one of the ropes to tie them tightly in front of you. Then he stood up and pulled on the rope until your hands were stretched out above your head. He tied it off to something, making it impossible for you to move your arms.

Next he tied the two other ropes to your ankles and stretched your legs wide, making sure your restraints were taut enough that you had absolutely no chance of movement.

He stood over you again, admiring his handiwork, and watching the need spasm across your face. You called out to him, desperate for him to relieve the pulsing ache in your pussy. 

"Dean, please. Please."

He gave in to your pleading and laid down to bury his face in your cunt once again. Your complete inability to move made the teasing, sucking and fucking of his mouth nearly unbearable. He put his big hand flat on your lower belly so you couldn't lift your hips even a little.

You were completely at his mercy as he tortured you with aching, all-consuming pleasure. 

You were screaming now, over and over, just harsh, guttural shouts of desperate need. It was the only outlet you had, the only way to express the overwhelming ecstasy Dean was pulling from your exhausted, trembling body.

He spread your lips wide with his thumbs and flicked the tip of his tongue back and forth against your clit, pulling back again and again when your climax was about to take over. Tears streamed down your cheeks and your arms and legs pulled uselessly against the bonds Dean had tied so tightly.

Finally Dean sat up and then moved up your body. He cupped your tits in both hands and squeezed hard, his fingers digging into the soft flesh without mercy, making it feel as though they were being crushed by a vice. He let go to twist your nipples with his strong fingers, making you cry out in pain again. Or maybe it was pleasure. At this point it was almost impossible to tell the two apart.

Dean let go of your nipples and then began going back and forth between your tits, slapping each of them over and over, with sharp, strong, stinging blows. You knew the punishment he was dolling out would likely leave them raw and aching, with bright red marks as evidence of Dean's lust and need for violence.

Finally, he left them throbbing as he grabbed your throat. He didn't squeeze hard, but the threat was there. He hovered above you and then spit in your face. Warm and thick, the saliva slipped down your cheek and Dean shook your head back and forth.

"Open your mouth, bitch." You followed his order immediately, your cunt clenching around nothing at his name-calling. He spit into your open mouth twice and then slid his hand up from your throat to clamp your jaw shut.

"Swallow it." He ordered harshly and you did. He kept your jaw clamped tight in his fist, so that you could only scream quietly through clenched teeth when he was suddenly fucking up into you, rough and fast. He was so big, and so hard, and he went so deep inside you it felt like he'd tear out your guts. 

And yet you wanted more.

Letting go of your face to raise himself up like a push up above you, he forced his way forward , pushing out every ounce of power he had in his hips, to rut powerfully and unendingly into your cunt You came three more times as he continued to pound away at you. He fucked you for so long and jackhammered into you so rough, that your pussy ended up raw and painful as he continued to fuck you. You could feel the damage he was doing to your cervix, ramming into it over and over, leaving it bruised, and making your body ache and throb even on the inside.

And yet, despite all the pain and your complete and utter exhaustion when he gripped your chin in his hand and demanded you open your eyes and look at him, you did so. 

"Give me one more, slut. Squeeze me hard one more time and I'll spill so deep in you, you'll feel me leaking out of this pussy for days."

You felt your belly clench seconds before you gave him what he wanted, your walls spasming around him once again as you shook with your release. 

Dean yelled and cursed as he followed through on his promise, muscles straining above you as his hips stuttered and lost rhythm, and his thick, burning hot cum shot into your womb. He seemed to cum forever, more and more of his seed painting your walls as he shook above you. 

Finally he ended with a groan of repletion and landed on top of you. His heavy weight was a lot for your aching body to take, and every part of you throbbed.

He eventually rolled off of you and you thought he might have drifted out of consciousness for a few minutes. You may have done the same if the painful ache pulsing through you would have let you. 

As you lay beside him, still unable to move because of the ropes tying you in place, you thought about how Dean had used you, just as you'd told him to, marked you as you’d begged him to. Ordinarily Dean was the gentlest of lovers, almost reverent, and he always made your body hum and glow, plucking at you in that perfect way that only he knew. 

But tonight had been something else entirely. There had definitely been times when sex between you and Dean had been a bit more athletic and acrobatic than other times, but it had never been anything like this. You decided that although you certainly wouldn't be able to do this every night, it had been an incredible, pleasurable, hot and thrilling experience, that you wouldn't mind trying again sometime. 

Your body throbbed and you amended your thought. Yes, with a lot of recovery time in between.

Finally, Dean stirred beside you and then turned his head to look at you. It seemed to dawn on him slowly that you were still trussed up, but when it registered completely, he leapt up.

"Shit, Y/N I'm so sorry." He said, untying the ropes around your ankles and wrists. He helped you sit up and you couldn't help grimacing and letting out a sharp cry of pain as you put pressure on your overused pussy, and never-before-fucked asshole.

"Oh, baby, I'm so sorry." You heard the heartbreak and guilt in Dean's voice and you shook your head vehemently, wanting to immediately nip those feelings in the bud.

"Dean, no, I'm fine." You said, but your throat ached and sounded raw as you spoke, making more remorse cloud his expression.

You tried to tell him again, but he just shook his head at you and pressed his lips gently to your forehead.

"Shh, don't try to talk baby. Just put your arms around my neck."

You did and he lifted you easily from the ground. You tried desperately to curtail your groans and gasps of pain, but you weren't always successful as he walked with you slowly down the Bunker's hallways trying not to jostle you.

Eventually, he brought you through the tiled shower room, and into the back area where a wide, deep bathtub, set into the floor and shaped like a hot tub, was waiting. 

He carried you down into the pool-like bathtub and sat you on one of the benches built into the side of the tub. You shivered at the cold tile and Dean nodded.

"I know, baby. I'm gonna fix that right now." He moved over to the big taps, sliding the drain closed, and then turning the water on, letting the gushing, warm water pour into the tub.

He climbed out and gathered up some things as it filled, covering you slowly in heavenly warm, soothing water. 

When it was full, Dean returned to set the things he'd brought down beside you on the edge of the tub. You saw he'd brought over your coconut body wash, as well as your shampoo and conditioner. He also had an exfoliating mitt, and a handheld massager.

He climbed into the tub beside you and simply pulled you into his lap. He held you like that for quite a while, running gentle fingers up and down your skin - on your arms, your legs and your back. He used the water to let his hands glide over you smoothly.

Eventually he turned you so your back was to him, and he began washing your hair. The same fingers that had gripped it so tightly and pulled it so harshly earlier, were now gently massaging your scalp with careful, circular movements.

When he rinsed all the shampoo and conditioner out of your hair he put on the exfoliating mitt which didn't really fit his big hand, but it worked well enough for him to squeeze some body wash onto it and begin to ever so gently exfoliate your skin. When you were covered in sudsy body wash he picked up the massager and began to run it over your body, applying the perfect pressure to the little wheels as they rolled over you, kneading your aching muscles with a beautiful kind of relief.

Finally Dean put the massager down and used his hands to scoop water up over you to rinse everything away. He lifted you out of the bath and wrapped you in a towel, leaving everything where it was so he could carry you to your bedroom and set you on the side of the bed.

He grabbed your lotion off the dresser and after toweling you dry, squeezed some of it into his palm and began to apply it to your skin.

You shifted to lay back against the pillows and he moved with you. He'd spoken very little this whole time, just soothing, nonsensical words and the odd direction here and there, to lift your arms or tilt your head forward. 

You felt like you were moving through a sleepy, peaceful fog as he tended to you, and you sighed deeply and closed your eyes. You must have dozed off because when you woke up the light was low in the bedroom, and you wore one of Dean's band t-shirts. Your blanket was also pulled up and tucked around you.

You looked for Dean beside you but he wasn't there. Then you looked up and sighed in relief as you saw him sitting at the desk with an elbow resting on it and his head held in one hand.

As you watched, you saw him reach up and brush his fingers across his cheek. Your heart cracked when you realized he was sitting alone in the semi-darkness, crying.

"Dean." You called out to him and though your throat still sounded a little rough, it felt much better.

He looked up and quickly ran a hand over his face, obviously hoping you hadn't seen his tears. He came to sit beside you on the bed and brushed your hair back off your forehead, tucking it behind your ear.

"Hey sweetheart, what do you need?" He asked as he poured you a glass of water from the decanter he had sitting there. You took a sip and the cool water was delicious and reviving. You sat up a bit more, hiding your grimace, but Dean saw it anyway.

"Don't move too much, baby."

You shook your head at him, feeling the guilt pouring out of him. "Dean, I'm fine."

His jaw ticked and he picked up your hand to run his finger over the purple bruises that marred your skin from where you strained against the ropes. 

"No, you're not." He raised his head and then tilted your head back gently so he could see the bruises that undoubtedly adorned your throat from where he'd squeezed it so tightly.

Tears clogged his voice as he pulled his hand away from you and then shifted backwards, putting distance between you both. "Look at what I did to you, Y/N." He shook his head as you tried to interrupt him. "And I liked it. I…fucking hell." He cursed and turned his head away from you. 

But you reached up and turned his chin back towards you. "So did I, Dean. I liked it too." He stared at you and you nodded trying to make him listen to you. "All of it. Yeah it was painful at times, but it was also hot as fuck, and I loved it. Might be a while till I'm ready to do it again, but, I hope we will."

Dean's expression told you he desperately wanted to believe you. You leaned forward and kissed his lips, petal soft and then pulled back to run your hand over his cheek. He leaned into the caress and then opened his eyes and his gaze was afraid. 

"Still love me?" He asked, fearfully.

Your heart broke a little and you kissed him again, before staring deep into his eyes, making sure he could see the truth reflected in yours. "Dean Winchester, I will love you every single day for the rest of my life." 

He let out a deep sigh and seemed to accept your words as the truth. You smiled at him and spoke against his lips. "Maybe even a little longer."

1 - Jensen RPF + Any/All characters Jensen plays.

@lyarr24

@deans-spinster-witch

@impalaslytherin

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@jc-winchester

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2 - Dean Winchester Fics Only.

@carryonwaywardgirl

3 - Any/All Fics (regardless of fandom/character.)

@kazsrm67

@sexyvixen7

@alexxavicry

@nancymcl

@spalady26

4 - Everything (includes fan vid/DOOL edits as well)

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#jacklesversebingo23 #dean x reader #dean winchester smut #dean winchester angst #heed the warnings

[arminsumi]

MOMMY

Smut drabble | MDNI | Armin

Just some unholy 1 am smut I wrote for Armin that I was too embarrassed to post until now

⚠️Cws; SMUT, kinky smut, pre-est relationships (dating), only partially proofread bc I'm shy haha

Notes; dom!fem!reader, smut cws under the cut

Smut cws; porn without plot, a smidge of breeding kink, mommy kink, dom/sub dynamics, dirty talk, creampie, begging to cum

"Oh, mommy you feel so fucking good" He whines, squirming his hips underneath you.

He's looking up at you through his wettened fringe, his eyes are glazed over with lust.

"Y-you — needa — slow down — or I'm gonna — c-c-cum — " He stutters terribly.

You bounce on his dick so deliciously that he can't get his words out properly. The poor boy has to pinch his eyes shut and grit his teeth — you shouldn't feel this good, it's unfair.

He's whimpering your nickname in the highest pitch as he approaches his orgasm. His cock is throbbing so hot that it's almost scalding, and good God it's sensitive; there's no way he can keep from cumming.

His voice keeps getting higher, he becomes beautifully breathless.

"Can I cum inside you, mommy? Please?" He pleads desperately, his dick twitching impatiently inside you. He looks so sweet covered in sweat and panting his lungs out like this under you.

"Sure baby," You smirk, "Go ahead and cum inside. Give mommy a baby."

He lets out a strangled moan, releasing a creamy delicious load inside of you. The poor boy, his whole body is shaking and squirming from the pleasure overload. Do you know what you do to him? Clearly, with that smirk plastered on your face and naughty glint in your eyes.

You can feel him pulsating inside you, everything is a sticky mess and he loves it — he loves you, yeah, definitely, he decides it right there in his mind; he's so fucking in love with you.

"I love you..." He breathes shakily. His voice is hoarse and he's exhausted, but his dumb dick is already getting hard again.

His eyes are daring to flutter shut. He always gets sleepy after a good fuck. It's so sweet seeing him in a euphoric daze like this. His mind so mushy from orgasming that he doesn't pay attention to you sliding down and taking him into your mouth.

He jolts and nearly yelps when he feels your soft lips around him. Oh and he just about loses it when he feels your tongue do that fucking swirly thing — you know that drives him crazy.

"W — wait!" He nearly squeals, "I can't go another round..." he sighs dreamily, feeling your silky lips sliding up and down deliciously.

You pop of and smile up at him, "I'm just cleaning you up."

It may not seem like those words had much effect on him, but trust me, his mind short circuits when you say that.

"Y-you don't have to if you don't want to get dirty... ah!" He lets out a sharp moan, and squirms his legs around.

His whole body feels like its on fire in the best way possible. He's never had someone suck him off before, but he's too embarrassed to say that now.

"Oh fuck, mommy — mommy your lips feel so good." He moans. His head is spinning under the influence of your soft, wet mouth.

He can't handle it for much longer and cums again. It tastes surprisingly good, but it's so thick that it's hard to swallow. He watches you swallow his release with big eyes, and you just cheekily smile up at him.

#🌶️ #mdni #🐬ocean prince #armin #sub!Armin #dom!fem!reader #armin arlert #armin x reader #armin arlert x reader #armin x y/n #smut #armin smut #armin arlert smut #aot smut #snk smut #aot #snk

[gothicflowers]

⚠️Stop writing b.d.s.m if you’re not going to do the research⚠️. I’ve noticed this disappointing trend among writers and it needs addressed. If you’re going to write about any sort of k1nk, b/d/s/m, or dom-sub like dynamics do legit research.

I’ve seen too many fics that portray it in such an unsafe, unethical, unrealistic way. K1nk has grown popular amongst literature the past decade. Some of the most popular writings are actually problematic. Those of us who participate in these things in real life are embarrassed for our community to be portrayed in such a harmful way. K1nk/b.d.s.m requires communication, consent, and trust.

For readers and writers don’t feel pressured to like, write or consume this material if it’s not something you’re comfortable with! And never shame other people for not being into it. There is absolutely nothing wrong with liking vanilla sex in your content or in real life.

#call of duty #cod #flowerwrites #alex keller #captain john price #john price #rudy parra #nikolai #nikto #alejandro vargas #soap mactavish #cod x you #fanfic #ghost #konig #simon riley #kyle gaz garrick #valeria cod #call of duty smut #philip graves #graves #cod fanfiction

[roguescum]

I really like your art and that one ask where you talked about Jimbei as dom ace was enlightening😳 would love to hear more about the other kink dynamics of the crew

hi anon. im about to say something else controversial but true

MORE WEIRD KINK BELOW ⚠️ZORO EDITION

zoro is one of the lowest ranking subs in the hats. yeah motherfucker i said SUB. mr Im the strongest Guy In THe World Let Me Prove It LOVES getting treated like a dubiously-trained feral dog

note i said SUB but not BOTTOM. hes a switch but likes someone else in charge

to the shock of no one luffy is his favorite. many reasons for this but one is that luff straight up outclasses him in brute strength and could probably kill him

and hes one of VERY VERY few people who can physically hold zoro down, which is how they [KINK DISCOVERED]

anything with zo is usually rough or a little violent. bro straight up counts fighting as sex .not kidding btw

to expand on that hes terrible at expressing vulnerability like a normal person so letting people shove their hands in his mouth (essentially "touching his weapons") is his version of emotional intimacy. because hes insane

stuff something in his mouth and his brain turns off. sword? check. hands? check. random piece of driftwood? check .he will just sit there totally still for hours

in terms of rank: the only people actually beneath him in the hierarchy are sanji, the Bottomiest bottom, and franky (but only for robin)

his usual pairups are him/sanj (usually just erotically beating the shit out of each other or making a show for another dom) him/luff (horrifying, nasty, too frequent) and very occasionally him/usopp (surprisingly gentle. imagine those big cats grooming small dogs)

zoros main partner/dom is luff. the sex is terrifying and so very weird. they have never tried missionary

#one piece #roronoa zoro #ask #allhats #suggestive #ill post the rest of those zolu drawings on their own in a bit. but . heh heh. #luzo

[itsmearia01]

Past Love || Prolog

Various! Yandere! Jujutsu kaisen x Sukuna's past wife! Itadori's best friend! F! Reader

A/N : English is not my first language, sorry if there are some wrong words. (btw, here Sukuna is considered as king and you considered as the queen) And there are some OCs that I added to add more drama. Hope you like it!

Masterlist | Series Masterlist | Chapter 1

Series summary : You always get the same nightmare over and over every night. You feel annoyed but can't do anything about it. On the other hand, your best friend who suddenly becomes the vessel of a cursed king brings your nightmares to reality. You don't know what happened but the people around you started acting strangely.

Series warnings : Non-con, dub-con, yandere, stalking, kinks, gaslighting, blackmail, overtism, smut, NSFW, Minors DNI, all character 18+ (but first years still first year, try to make sense), sex, rough sex, oral sex, dom/sub dynamics, blood, manipulation, corruption, mind break, forced relationship, yandere character being their own warning, mind control, possessive, kidnapping. ⚠️Jujutsu kaisen character was not my original, credit to Gege Akutami as original author! There's a few OC as my originally made character. If you don't like/ you hate this kind of story, please go.

(Y/N) (L/N) or now known as Ryomen Sukuna's wife. That night was a wedding between you and Sukuna. Your father, who is the only parent you have now, is the figure behind all of this. It all started with him make you engaged to hundred year old demon when you were 12 years old. And now you are 18 years old, which means it's time to get married.

Many important people come, make you have to smile throughout the event. And when it all ends, that night you ended up at your bedroom alone. You reflect on all the things happened.

They think you're happy, they all think you love him. All this time you have to act like you can't live without Sukuna. You have to act like you love him. No, of course you don't love him. You admit he's quite hot, but he's not your type. You don't like mean, psychopathic men. You like gentle and loving men.

Your father always forced you to be obsessive with Sukuna and act like you love him. So you always hurting women who tease him because your father told you to. But you can't do much if Sukuna wants those women. So you are the antagonist.

You're 100% sure he's with one of his mistresses now. As the first wife of Ryomen Sukuna, everyone is sorry for you because he likes to sleep with other women. But you don't mind it, you don't care. But THEY CARE, those who think you love him.

"What should I say to your majesty?"

You hear the waiters talking behind the wall, you start to focus on listening.

"Did lord Sukuna slept with his lover?" Ask someone you recognize as your personal guard now. "Yes. I have to immediately bring this dinner to queen (Y/N)."

Not long after the conversation ended, your bedroom door was opened. "excuse me queen, this is your dinner." He said while put down the tray of your dinner. "Thank you, did he slept with his mistress?" you ask.

The butler raised his head, looking at you with pitying eyes. "I-That's right, Your Highness." he answered nervously. You sighed and told him to leave. Before leaving the room, he look at you with pity once again.

Several months passed, nothing special. He always looks at you disgusted, because he also thinks you're obsessed with him. When you meet Sukuna, he always with his concubines and those concubines always grin at you.

You have to be patient, this is for your family.

That day, he suddenly call you and everyone to the great hall. He was with a woman as usual, but something was different.

"I want to make this women, as my first wife." He said. Everyone was shocked. Because if he wants to make that woman his first wife, it means that she will replace your position. You saw the woman smiling innocently, but you can see her grin.

Because Sukuna wanted to make that woman his first wife, all support for you disappeared and turned to that woman. After your father investigated the woman named Yurika Sato, a illegitimate daughter of a lowly noble who went bankrupt.

The thing that made he attracted to her was because of her innocence. Sukuna really likes innocent women and really hates rude women like you. And just as you'd think, Sukuna will eventually replace you and take Yurika as his first wife.

But you realize this is your chance to escape. You tell your father that you will run away and he agrees. Just in time for the wedding between Sukuna and Yurika, you packed up your things and leave a farewell note. Finally, after everything Sukuna did to you from betrayal, his harsh words, and other acts of cruelty that you received from him, you are finally free.

You and your father still communicating by letter and he bought you a house that is not big but still very nice. Now you live in a village and sell cakes you make by yourself.

Until one day something special happens in your life. At that time you were walking around in the market suddenly you hit bye someone and fell. When you look at that person it was a tall handsome man.

"Sorry, I'm really sorry." He says. Reaching out his hand to help you up. And that's when you were get to know to him. It was strange that an aristocratic family name was used by a commoner like him. You were suspicious, but you were a person who believed easily when he said that he completely unrelated to nobles, he happened to share the same last name.

He work as a doctor in this village.

Months have passed and now you know him better, you start developed romantic feelings for each other.

One day he proposed to you and you happily accepted. It's been a month since you were married and you read a letter from your father explaining that the capital in chaos. There are so many evil curses attacking everything around.

You want to go there, but hampered by your body feeling unwell. You keep feeling nauseous and vomiting, your menstruation hasn't come since a month ago. You finally checked secretly with other doctors in the village. Unfortunately, it took a few days to find out.

Three days have passed and there is still no news about the results. Due to getting another letter from your father and worrying about him, you finally decide to go to the capital that day without your husband knowing.

But you don't realize that will be where it ends. You didn't find your father at your family's residence, and you immediately went to Sukuna's residence. You find your father fighting a curse and behind him is Sukuna. When your father neglects to help the others, sukuna who somehow looks very weak is attacked by a special grade curse.

Time went fast, you ran trying to protect Sukuna's body and in the end the curse attack hit your stomach. You lay down weakly and heard screams of your father, Sukuna, and your husband who somehow were there. You see them approaching you and screaming for someone to heal you. And what surprised you the most was when your husband shouted, "SHE'S PREGNANT!"

It's too late. You was already unconscious and fell asleep forever.

_____

"HAH- HAH- HAH."

You wake up from your sleep, the dream is again in your mind. You quickly looked at the time and realized that you would be late for school. You hurry up and get ready for school. Go downstairs and find your father and sibling eating in the dining room.

You grabbed a loaf and rushed out of the house ignoring your father's screams telling you to come back.

And this is your life now, (Y/N) (L/N) the only one daughter of a rich family which has one of the most successful companies in the world.

On the way to school, you keep imagining the dreams you've had every day since you were 12 years old until now. No matter how much you deny it, You know that it's not just a dream but an incident that happened in the past. Maybe it was your past life.

To be continued

A/N : Hello! This is the end of the prologue, once again English is not my first language, btw your family won't be featured much in the next chapters, so it's okay if you don't have any siblings to imagine in the story. Sorry if there are any wrong words. I feel it's too long for prolog, so I'm sorry but hope you like this story and waiting for the first chapter! Banners credit to @cafekitsune !

#yandere x reader #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #yandere #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #tw:noncon #tw: dubcon #tw overstim #tw noncon #yandere teacher x reader #yandere gojo satoru #yandere various #yandere sukuna #yandere yuji itadori #yandere itadori yuji #yandere megumi #yandere megumi fushiguro #yandere toji fushiguro #yandere smut #yandere kugisaki nobara #yandere yuta okkotsu #yandere maki zenin #yandere inumaki toge #yandere Harem #yandere nanami kento

[morallyinept]

A list of all my favourite JOEL MILLER Fic Recs, with the writers tagged. Includes fics I am currently reading/want to read.

PART 2

Please show some love to the writers by re-blogging and commenting on their work. 🖤

⚠️ Please ensure you check the triggers/warnings etc... on the stories themselves as some of them may not be suitable to your own particular tastes.

Jealousy - @naughtyneganjdm

Little Black Dress - @hellishjoel Bartender!Joel

All Things Go - @fhatbhabie PlusSizeLatina!Reader

Rock Me To Sleep - @randofantfic

A Savage Place Series - @gasolinerainbowpuddles Dom x Sub Dynamic

No Strings Attached - @dustydaddyyy

Bad Blood Series - @jrrmint Raider!Joel

The Insemination - @megangovier20 Doc!Joel

Somebody To Heal, Somebody to Hold - @bearsbeetsbeskar Dispensary!Joel

Joyride - @strang3lov3

Silk & Sweat Series - @hexidous

Joel Miller: Attorney At Law - @chloeangelic ShadyLawyer!Joel

Joel Miller Masterlist - @chloeangelic More Joel to enjoy!

One More Day Series - @cevans-is-classic

Cowboy Like Me Series - @macfrog DBF!Joel

Code Red Series DBF!Joel, Call Your Bluff & Joel Masterlist - @chaotic-mystery

Imbibe Series - @sin-djarin Mixologist!Joel

The Voicemail - @elvinaa

All You Wanna Do & The Wound Won't Close - @atticrissfinch Dark!Joel

The Wrong Way Series - @romana-after-dark Dark Raider!Joel Featuring Dark Raider!Tommy

Crimson Red Paint On My Lips, Me & The Devil & Marked Me Like A Bloodstain - @pr0ximamidnight Dark MeanSmuggler!Joel

You Can't Trust Anyone These Days - @walkintotheriveranddisappear Dark!Joel Featuring Tess & Raider Group

With Pleasured Hands, Can't Nobody Love You Featuring Tommy Miller & Only Teasing - @magpiepills

I'm The One To Beat - @missredherring Slasher!Joel

Keeping Warm & Can't Take It - @randofantfic

Fate, After All Series - @mandoisapunk

Starving Faithful - @tulipsbymybed Priest!Joel

Joel Miller Masterlist - @ozarkthedog

Close Your Eyes, Pay The Price For Your Paradise - @ozarkthedog Dark!Joel

Sweet Peach Series - @elvinaa BFD!Cowboy Joel

But I'm A Creep - @elvinaa PervyNeighbour!Joel

Confession - @elvinaa Priest!Joel

Dom Pérignon - @jrrmint DBF!Joel

Yes, Father Series - @chloeangelic Priest!Joel

Dirty Cage - @sin-djarin

A Little Discipline - @walkintotheriveranddisappear DarkStepdad!Joel

Closer Series & Pretty Little Wife Series - @beardedjoel

Jet & Ghost - @macfrog

Love's Gonna Get You Killed - @pascalisbaby

Sins Of My Father Series - @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin DBF!Joel

Short Days, Long Nights Series - @frannyzooey

Smut Celebration: Joel & Smut Celebration Joel 2 - @thetriumphantpanda

The Red - @prettykoolkat PlusSize!Reader

Grown Woman - @chloeangelic DBF!Joel

For I Have Sinned - @xanqels DarkCorruptedPriest!Joel

Blackmail - @milla-frenchy Featuring Javier Peña

Dancing With The Devil - @jenispunk DBF!Joel

Blush - @softlyspector

#pedro pascal characters #fic recs #joel miller #joel miller smut #joel miller fic #joel miller tlou #joel miller x tess #joel x tess #joel miller x reader #joel miller x m!reader #joel miller x f!reader #tlou fic #joel miller angst #pedro pascal #pedro pascal universe

[kpop-hive]

Lessons| Stray Kids

Lesson 4

Part 4 of Lessons

Part One, Two, Three 👈🏽

Warnings ⚠️: Dom x sub dynamics, rough sex, dacryphilia, Oral (Male and Female Receiving), finger sucking, creampie, dirty talk, degradation, spanking, sir kink, mommy kink, Switch!Jisung, Dom!Minho, Switch!Reader

“Now, are you ready for the next lesson, little slut?” Minho asked firmly, his hand on your thigh gripping it tighter. “N-now, but it’s 2:30 in the morning.” You replied looking over to your clock. “So, this is the perfect time to break in the new instructor and student, and besides, I think Chan was a little too loud when he spoke to me about how hard he and Hyunjin went on you earlier in the shower yesterday, because our next student was very eager to come and get help from you which is why he’s here. He said that he has always been heavily invested in learning from me and you.” Minho spoke. You bit your lip in curiosity, which member could he be talking about, you’ve already fucked half of the group so that only leaves three men left. “Okay, then where is he?” You asked. Minho looked towards the crack opened peak of your bedroom door that connects to your hallway, you looked to where he stood before he called him in. “C’mon, don’t be shy, how can you be shy when you want to learn?” Minho asked taunting his younger member. When the door opened, your eyes widened in surprise. You never really spoke with him too much, but knew that he always had a shy side and wild side.

“(Y/n), I know you know Jisung right?” “Yes, hey Jisung.” You spoke. Jisung waved back shyly, very soft like. You were very curious about what his sex problem was. “So Jisung is having problems with the idea of dom and sub dynamics. He told me his friend with benefits is tired of having vanilla sex, and he wants to know how he can change that.” Minho said, causing Jisung to look down. The entire explanation is the most sought on explanation for any member you’ve heard of. Jisung is very quiet around you. You’ve seen how he tries to spark a conversation, but nothing there. It makes perfect sense that he would be having trouble with being dominant in bed.

“Yeah, so now, we need to help him.” Minho stated looking at you. “Yeah sure, no problem. Jisung come sit next to me.” You said, motioning him over. Jisung slowly walked to your bed and down next to you. Minho retracted himself from between your thighs and sat on the opposite side of Jisung in your large bed. “I know we don’t talk that much to each other but I need you to trust me that you can talk to me about any sex issues you have okay?” You asked. “Yes, I trust you (Y/n).” Jisung finally spoke, making you smile. “So what’s the problem?” You asked. “Well, I’ve been having sex with this beautiful girl, we have had sex many times, but she says she is tired of having vanilla sex and wants to change up, but I don’t really know anything else apart from the basics.” You sighed before beginning to rub his shoulders. “Jisung, it’s okay, that’s normal, most people don’t have to know the hardcore stuff so early, as long as you know the basics, that’s fine, but first I wanna know are you willing to learn power play because of your friend, or for yourself?” You asked. “Well, at first it was for her, but then I started to think about how it would be if I knew how to be a little different in bed. So now it’s for me.” You smiled at his eager and happy expression as he kindly replied to you. He looked so adorable at times, but you’ve seen this man perform before, you knew that he has a switch inside him that could turn on any second and become the most hottest and dominant thing on the planet. You were up for the challenge and that intrigued you so much.

You inched closer over to Jisung, eyes staring at Minho, signaling that you were ready to start. Minho gave you a nod and a subtle hand gesture to proceed. “So Jisung, when you say you want to learn about dom and sub things, what would you want to be a dom, sub, or switch?” You asked with soft eyes. “What’s the main difference?” He asked confusingly. You smirked before reaching to his sweatpants and began to toy with the string. “It’s very simple, if you like, to control things, you would lean to more dominant like Minho in the corner.” You untied the sweats, and then moved your hand softly over his thigh. “If you like to be taken care of, you lean on the more submissive side.” Your hand slightly grazed over his dick causing him to bite his lip, you moved your hand up inside his white T-shirt and grazed his abs before slowly moving your hand inside his sweats. “And finally, if you like both you would be a switch.” “Fuck!” Jisung moaned when you began to rub his bare cock inside his sweats. “So what will it be… Sungie?” You teased licking the shell of his ear. “Fuck, please just do something!” He moaned. “(Y/n), I’m pretty sure we’re going with sub first.” Minho snickered. He pulled up a chair and sat down observing your efforts to teach Jisung.

“Tell me what you want Sungie, are you gonna be a good boy for me?” You asked with a more playful tone. “Yes, (Y/n), I’ll be good for you, please, can you pull my pants down, I need release!” He whined. You giggled at his little efforts, he was so cute. “Only if you give me the password, then I will take them off.” You replied. “Password, no, I can’t come up with a password, (Y/n), I need you now please, please.” His pleas kept getting whinier, until he finally said the one word that brought you back to his submissive reality. “Please m-mommy.” You looked up at him with a gleam in your eyes, even Minho was shocked that he said that word. To him, Minho knew that Jisung knew more than what he was leading on.

“Aww, you’re such a good boy Sungie!” You kissed his cheek before removing his sweats, allowing his cock to spring up proudly. He has got to have one of the prettiest dicks you have ever seen, decent length and girth with a nice pink tip that is oozing with precum. You took his cock in your hands and began to pump his shaft up and down as he whined for you. “Ngh, mommy please, more.” “You’re so good to mommy huh Sungie?” He nodded harshly. Your thumb rubbed over his tip causing him to buck his hips in anticipation. You moved down towards the bed in the opposite direction and aligned your mouth with his dick before licking his tip, and pushing your mouth finally down his length.

“Mmm, mommy yes.” He whined. “Tell her how she’s making you feel Jisung.” Minho said, finally speaking into existence again. “She feels so good, mommy’s mouth is so good.” You hummed before looking up at him and winking causing him to whimper some more. You slurped as hard as you could knowing he wasn’t going to last long. You began to take more into your mouth, sucking on his dick until he began to buck his hips up into you, and whining so loud, that you could hear it echo throughout the room. “Mommy, mommy please I’m gonna cum, let me cum!” He moaned. You brought your tongue back to his tip, licking it until you could feel heavy spurts of cum landing on your tongue. “Mommy, I’m cumming!” You smiled as you let him finish up his release, allowing him to come down from space and back to reality. You popped your head back up and looked at Minho with a smile, that he also reciprocated, knowing that this session was going well.

“Now Sungie, you’ve been so good for mommy, that she’s gonna let you touch and taste her. Would you like that?” You asked with seductive eyes. “Please mommy please, wanna touch you.” He replied as he sat up immediately causing you to giggle. You removed your top, and left your panties on that were now covered in your wetness from the time you woke up to Minho eating you out, to now. Jisung groaned heavily. Now seeing your naked body in his eyesight. You laid your back up against your headboard, with your chest sitting up on display waiting for Jisung. “Don’t be shy Sungie, come touch me, touch mommy.” You said, causing him to move closer, and reaching his hands out. Jisung started at your shoulders, taking in the soft flesh of your body before he began to move his hands down to your chest before groping your tits and finally taking one into his mouth.

“Oh fuck Jisung!” You whined. His lips locked around your nipple sucking like his life depended on it. “Mm, Jisung loves tits, don’t you?” Minho asks Jisung as he hums against your chest. “It’s okay Jisung, she loves it when you play with them just as much as you do.” You groan at Minho’s words. Jisung continued to play with your chest until he couldn’t wait anymore. The anticipation of tasting you was too much to bear. He kissed down to your pink panties and kissed the top of them before removing them. He looked at you with pleading eyes before you smirked and spread your legs giving him access to your dripping heat. He let out a sigh and a big gulp before laying on his stomach, ready to eat you out, but then, a thought popped into his head. He got up and flipped his body over so he was laid on his back. You looked at him with a questioning face before he spoke. “I want mommy to ride my face.” You looked so shocked, even Minho sat up in his chair. He knew that Jisung needed help, but didn’t know he was that bold. He was really eager to see what was going to take place between the two of you.

“Okay Sungie, I can ride your face. Is that what you want, me to ride your face, think you can do a good job?” You asked, with a hand in his hair. “Yes, I wanna make you feel good.” He whined. You looked at Minho with a soft expression, and then got on top of Jisung’s chest. “Okay then, you naughty boy. Make me feel good.” You shifted over his mouth, and slowly lowered yourself on his mouth.

“Oh fuck!” You moaned. Jisung took off with no hesitation as he began to lick at your clit like a starved man. He satisfied your pussy with ease, and it felt like heaven. “Yes Jisung, just like that, your tongue feels amazing!” You whined. Minho let out a light cough that made you look straight at him. He shot you a glare that made you realize that you were the dom in this situation, but at this point you didn’t care. Jisung was making you feel too good and you would rather have him take care of you at this point, but you know you wouldn’t be on Minho’s good graces at all if you did that.

“Oh Sungie, you make mommy feel so good, where did you learn to do this?” You chuckled, making him smile under you. His soft eyes never left yours as he continued to slurp you up. His tongue prodding at your entrance before inserting it inside you making you moan louder. Jisung began to moan against you as he ate you out even harder. His hands moved up to your breasts playing with your nipples as he moved them around with the pads of his thumbs. “Oh, baby boy, you’re gonna make mommy cum.” You stated. Jisung went back to sucking your clit, and that sent you right over the edge. You released instantly, moaning Jisung’s name, and calling him a good boy. Minho sat back smirking at the lewd display in front of him. He didn’t know if he wanted you to dom Jisung some more, or take over and let both of them have their way with you, but with the obvious boner in his pants straining against them, he doesn’t know if he can hold out for the second opinion any longer.

You got off of Jisung when he finished cleaning you up with his tongue. As he sat up, you kissed his lips, and smiled. “Good, good, boy, you made me feel so good. What am I gonna do with you?” You said, causing Jisung to smile. “Glad I got to make you feel good. How did I do hyung?” Jisung said. Minho looked at the both of you before getting out of the chair and walking towards the bed. His eyes were completely filled with lust as he stared you down. You were ready to fuck Jisung, but now you don’t know if were going to with the way Minho was staring at you.

“You did a good job Jisung, but I think it’s time our little kitten got some more demanding attention, don’t you think? C’mon Jisung, show her the other side of you.” Minho said, and like clockwork, Jisung smirked and then grabbed your hips and flipped you over on your back causing you to gasp and Minho to smirk. “I enjoyed your little act, but I already had a talk with Minho earlier, and he said that you tend to become a slut when you’re very needy. Is that true?” Jisung asked. Your mind and body was still in shock from how fast he switched from sub to dom that you couldn’t even process anything. Jisung slapped your tit making you revert back to reality, the action sending pulse waves to your pussy. “Yes, I become a slut.” You whined. Jisung smirked and looked up at Minho who was still standing in front of the bed. “Tell you what (Y/n), I’ll fuck this pussy first and then let my instructor show me how it’s done when I’m through with you? How does that sound?” Jisung whispered in your ear. “Yes please!” You replied. “Mm, good girl.” Jisung positioned your body to where your body was in the opposite direction of your pillows, your head right underneath Minho’s hard bulge. Jisung placed himself in between your legs and rubbed his tip against your folds making you whimper. “Fuck, such a wet and pretty pussy.” Jisung said making you whimper. “Jisung please fuck me, I can’t take waiting any longer.” You replied. Jisung slapped your thigh. “Take what I’m giving you.” You nodded and without warning he pushed into your throbbing hole making you moan out. Jisung bottomed out causing him to groan. He began to fuck you harder as your body began to adjust to his length.

“Fuck Jisung, it feels so good!” You moaned. His pace was rough and hard as he abused your pussy through and through. “Fuck Angel, you wrap around me so good, I love this pussy, I see what Minho and Chan are talking about.” He said making you roll your eyes back. His hands wrapped tighter around your waist as he pounded into you harder than before. The best part about being in this position was that you were right under Minho’s hard erection. You could read Minho like a book and by the way he was biting his lip at you getting fucked by Jisung you could tell that he was ready to fuck you next. He watched the scene before his eyes, taking in your breasts bouncing at every thrust from Jisung, your pants and moans, and the way his dick kept going back and forth inside you. The truth is that since Chan and him agreed to this idea, he never realized that he wouldn’t get to have his way with you for a while, now that Chan has done his part, it’s finally his time to have you for the next few days.

As you neared your orgasm, you did the unthinkable and moved your hand to Minho’s boner and palmed him through his pants. Minho moaned and threw his head back. Making you smirk. “Kitten, you don’t know what you’re in for, just you wait.” He groaned. The Thought made you think about Minho fucking you for a good moment, but the thought ended when Jisung pulled all the way out of you and thrusted back in hard. “Oh, fuck!” You yelled. “Don’t think of him, I’m the one making you feel good (Y/n)!” Jisung groaned. “I know I’m sorry Jisung! You’re making me feel good.” You whined. Minho then smirked, he never Jisung was the jealous type. A thought popped up into his head that he was really proud of.

“It’s okay Jisung, you’re doing a great job, but you’ll never be able to make her respect you like I would, she’s used to me, not you.” “Wanna bet, by the end of the night, she’s gonna respect me and you. (Y/n), do you wanna be my little slut as well hm?” Jisung asked. “Yes, yes, Jisung, I wanna be your slut fuck, I’m so close.” You replied, nearing your peak. “Yeah, wanna cum? Wanna show Minho how good I can make you feel? Open your mouth baby.” Jisung said. Obeying him, you opened your mouth and Jisung removed his hand off your hip and put his middle and ring finger into your mouth. You began to suck on them as your pussy clenched against him making you whine. “Fuck who knew you loved fingers?” Minho groaned making you whine. Never in a million years would he think that Jisung would’ve done this. Jisung hit your g-spot over and over again, the sweat building up on your bodies, it took a few more thrusts before you were finally sent over the edge.

“Oh god, Jisung!” You moaned, releasing on Jisung’s cock. “Good girl, you’re so good for me, fuck I’m gonna cum.” Jisung moaned, releasing into you. He rode out his high before pulling out of you, and collapsing on the opposite side of you. He looked at your fucked out stance before giving you a long awaited kiss before you felt your head hit the bed, Minho moving from his place to the front of you with his clothes discarded, cock standing at atttention.

“Suck.” Minho said, and you obliged moving to the front to suck on his dick easily. You licked his tip before immediately sucking on his dick already taking him in like a pro. Minho’s moans were enough to get you needy for him again. Already pinching your nipples, and your free hand going towards your opening, Minho took note of this and pulled him off of you causing you to whine.

“Get on your knees (Y/n).” He said sternly. You flipped over and Minho landed a smack to your ass making you moan. “Jisung get in front of her and get your dick sucked again, since you did so well, can’t have her too loud can we?” He asked causing you to nod slightly. With one sigh, Minho pushed into your already wet cunt making you whimper. Jisung’s dick was in front of you ready to be sucked as he stroked it with the most attentive smirk. Your eyes stared him down as you took him in your mouth. Once there, Minho began to thrust hard into you making you groan against Jisung’s cock as he moaned, stroking your hair softly.

“Ugh, Min-Minho, you and Chan have such a good little whore on your hands, willing to bow down to any one that’s willing to give some good dick to her.” Jisung groaned. “Yeah, I know she’s such a little whore, waiting to be fucked, she likes getting pounded until she feels dumb isn’t that right, kitten? Tell Jisung how much you love to get fucked like a whore?” You removed your mouth from Jisung while your hand occupied his cock pumping it up and down. “I love being a whore Jisung, love when there’s a cock in me to fill my leaking pussy up, I love creaming on a good dick Jisung, oh!” You whined, making Minho groan while simultaneously spanking your ass. “Fuck what a good girl.” Minho replied. He pulled your body up by your throat before turning your head and giving you the most intense kiss of the whole night. You continued to pump Jisung in your hands due to the close proximity of it all. With so much happening around you, you knew it wouldn’t take long before your next release of the night.

“Whose pussy is this?” Minho asked. “Y-yours.” You replied. “Whose is it (Y/n)? I didn’t hear you?” “Yours Minho!” “And does this pussy want to cum for me?” “Yes, yes, please!” You whined, begging for your release. “I only want you to do one thing for me… I need you to make Jisung cum first, he’s done so well with everything, he deserves to cum.” Minho let’s your body go before he finally puts you back on Jisung cock sucking like your life depended on it.

“Fuck thank you hyung, her mouth is perfect I’m so close!” Jisung moaned, making you whimper in his mouth. You sucked him like the worlds best lollipop ever and was eager for him to cum. Minho began to play dirty by using one of his hands to rub your clit causing your body to jolt. With your whines and whimpers on Jisung’s cock, he came within no time, hot cum shooting down your throat once again was a highlight within itself, especially when you Jisung’s orgasm face as well. “Ugh, your mouth is something serious (Y/n).” Jisung said, but your brain was focused on releasing to not even concentrate. “Good work kitten, now I need you to cum.” Minho said, and you finally got to release.

“Fuck!” You moaned as you came on Minho’s dick, your pussy clenching as you came, your body shaking at the intense feeling. Minho’s groans were picking up as well before he finally released inside you, shooting his cum in you at ease. “Fuck (Y/n)!” Minho moaned. He pulled your ass cheeks apart looking at the creamy mess between your legs, your pussy gaping open from the abuse the two boys gave you from their dicks. Once Minho pulled out, your body basically fell against the bed, but Jisung helped you to your pillows and placed you down next to him. Minho climbed up to the side of you as well, now trapped between both boys. Minho softly kissed your shoulder as well as Jisung on your other shoulder.

“You did a great job, (Y/n), you were so good for the both of us, and thank you Minho hyung, you helped me learn a lot more in the art of sex.” Jisung. “I’m glad I did, and now we can rest, especially her, because I need her healthy for the next lesson.” Minho replied. You turned to Minho with a questioned face. “Who’s it gonna be for the next lesson?” You asked. “He promised me to be quiet, but let’s just say, I need you to be able to bend like a pretzel kitten…”

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dom/sub

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praise

light/moderate degradation

petplay (puppy!!!)

intox

manhandling

hair pulling

impact play (light)

voyeurism/exhibitionism

threesome/group

leather

boots

biting

light cnc

choking (light)

objectification

body worship

ownership

size/strength kink

daddy kink (mostly just the title)

most power dynamics tbh

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noncon

piss/scat

ageplay

raceplay

feederism

detrans/misgendering

words/terms i like

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Pleated. Sub!Jay Hong x Reader

Genre: Romance, Slice of Life, 18+, 1500+ words

⚠️Warnings: Explicit language, smut, biting, praise, teasing, pegging, strap use, spanking, eating release, reader is implied to be female but there are no parts mentioned, aged up Jay, handjobs, dom/sub dynamics, one and done, no aftercare bc I ain’t write that far, author is an amateur, Sub!Jay

Synopsis: You and Jay make use of the free time between classes

Spoiler Synopsis: Jay wears a skirt to school so you peg him on campus.

Curious eyes find their way across the class, lingering on the habitual resident of that corner. Whispers go through the room, subject circling back to one detail nobody could disregard.

Jay Hong is wearing a skirt today.

As a paragon of expensive and high class fashion, it came as a bit of a shock to his classmates. He hears them discussing his clothing choice, a pleated blue miniskirt, paired with a blazer and button up, along with thigh high socks and high top sneakers.

Curiously, he doesn’t acknowledge the attention. His focus is on the notebook in front of him. Hearts were scrawled across the open page, accompanied by a series of little doodles of how he thought this operation would play out. Of how he hoped it would. He squeezes his legs together, growing aroused at the thought of his fantasies coming true.

By the time the bell rings and signals free period, he has a raging hard-on to hide under his A-line.

Navigating from his class to yours was second nature to him. Upon reaching the door, he searches for you amongst the baking department students.

Seeing no sign of you, he turns around, just in time to see your mouth drop open at the sight of him. You falter and drop the box you were carrying, various supplies for your baking department. He quickly leans and catches it, lips curling into a smile at the sight of you.

"T-thanks, Jay." You swallow hard, giving him another once over, eyes lingering at the subtle squish of his thighs at the meeting of his sock hems. "Wow, you really went all out."

He nods sheepishly, pink dusting his cheeks.

You chuckle lowly. "I'm going to absolutely ravage you."

The moan Jay lets out is unscripted, and catches both of you off guard. His blush deepens and his head tilts in an effort to hide behind his bangs.

You cock an eyebrow teasingly before smirking at him. "Nothing wrong with being eager, sweetie. But please, let me wine and dine you before I fuck senseless. It's the principle of the matter."

He nods, if only to save himself the embarrassment, and you lead him into your baking department class.

It's utter chaos inside, as students rush about completing various dishes simultaneously during the free period.

You ushered Jay to your designated spot in the room, and told him to set the box down on a desk. He obliged, and you squeezed his arm.

"I'm almost finished here, so you can take a seat and I'll feed you in a moment."

Jay obediently took a seat, watching you hustle around the classroom to finish your dishes.

After a few moments, you finished and placed a large ceramic bowl of food in front of him. "I made veggies and tteokbokki!" Usually there were only baked goods available in the baking department, but you had since convinced the head to branch out to other forms of cooking.

Jay grins delightedly at the sight of your dish. You always put so much work into your cooking, to see that effort go into making something special for him made his heart swell.

You pull up a chair in front of him, sliding your legs underneath the desk with his. You sandwich his right leg intimately between yours, not surprisingly, immediately feeling his solid member brush against you. He feels it too, evident from the way his head jerks back and body shudders.

"Relax, baby," you coo at him, removing utensils from your pocket. You pick up a sizable amount of food with a spoon and bring it up to your lips, blowing gently. Satisfied with the temperature, you hold it up to Jay's lips, and he eagerly cleans the utensil. "Is it good?"

He nods with no hesitation and then opens his mouth for the next bite. This time after sliding the spoon from his mouth, you move it back to your own and make a show of licking off his saliva. He watches, mouth agape, and you feel his member throb against your leg. He whines.

You pretend not to notice and continue feeding him like this, bite after bite, the odd sultry act in between, meticulously until the bowl is clean and he's full and sated but absolutely starving in a different manner.

"Now," you begin, biting your lip to hold back a moan. Watching him squirm from arousal was having just as much of an affect on you. "I think it's time for dessert, don't you?"

He nods very excitedly, hand dropping beneath the desk to cup his aching member through his skirt.

"I'm thinking of a place. Bathroom might work but not if people are constantly walking in." You do an exaggerated thinking pose, glancing mischievously at Jay. "I couldn't bear to have to share how delicious you are with others."

Jay whines impatiently. You were teasing him again, he was sure of it. He didn't think he'd last much longer without your hands on his cock. He stands up suddenly, grabbing your hand and leading you out of the baking department. You make sure to grab your bag before exiting.

"Oh, Jay, did you have a place in mind?"

He nods, and continues leading you through the university. You end up at the door to some abandoned faculty lounge. It's unlocked and he takes you right in, leading you through the sitting area straight to the bathroom.

There's two stalls, and a large vanity mirror in front of a sink and countertop.

"Oh this is nice, good thinking, Jay," you nod approvingly, earning a blush from the blond. Then suddenly, without warning, you shove him roughly so that he’s bending over the counter. "Now, ass up, baby boy."

You receive an excited whimper in return.

"This skirt is so hot, you know that? And you're not wearing anything underneath, either? Christ Almighty." You bend down to nip at his thighs, eliciting a moan. "Just giving me easy access to all of this, very dangerous." You lick his skin, sucking gently at it. "These socks are so sexy, fuck." You lift his skirt up and give his ass a nice firm slap, watching it jiggle freely from the force. "So hot."

He moans, body language practically begging you to continue. Time to step it up. You lean forward and force your fingers into his mouth, lubricating them with his saliva. "Okay, now...be a good boy for me." You move your fingers beneath his skirt and tease at his hole, easing them in one at a time. He jerks into the counter, bucking his hips. You begin pumping your fingers slowly. He whines so beautifully in response to the stimulation, you press a kiss lovingly against his back. God, he was so cute. His cock is cute too, all erect against his abdomen and forcing his skirt up.

With your other hand, you reach over and remove your strap from your bag, grinning when you catch his shocked face in the mirror. "Oh, this? You've been such a good boy, you deserve it."

It's faint but he's tensing up, body shaking in anticipation. Still, he has the biggest grin on his face. You don't stop pumping your fingers, but you do move the strap in front of Jay's mouth. "Suck this off for me, baby?"

He obliges, tonguing around the silicone before taking it in his mouth and piping it down a few times. It's nice and wet in seconds, as he'd been drooling from the foreplay. You take it back and stop fingering him so that you can use both hands to quickly fashion it around yourself.

You move your hips forward, parting his cheeks to press the artificial member to his slit. With your hands now freed you thread your fingers into his hair, pulling his head back and eliciting a gasp. Your other hand wraps around his eager cock, slowly jerking him off and simultaneously pressing him back against your strap.

He could have come just like that, and you're positive he would have if you didn't discourage him from doing so with a hard bite of his ear. Knowing better than to ignore your nonverbal warnings, his dick remains hard in between your fingers, pulsing with need.

Your first thrust into him is gentle, so as to give him time to adjust to you. You kiss his shoulder when he takes it without complaint. You thrust again, and again until you have a nice steady rhythm. The sound of your thighs smacking against his ass is countered in volume only by his moans, which are a mix between pleasure and painful cries.

"That's it, nice and full. You're taking this so well, baby boy.”

It's too much, his hands and face are on the counter, he's clawing at the ceramic, panting and slobbering against the surface. He taps the counter urgently, which meant he was about to come. You pick up the pace, moving your hips and your hand faster.

He climaxes into your hand, shuddering against you. You stop thrusting as you feel his body go weak. You pull out, removing your strap and setting it aside. As for clean up, you make sure he's watching you in the mirror as you run your tongue meticulously over your hand. You wrap your other arm around his waist, squeezing him against you affectionately. "Mm, good boy."

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[faceless-soul]

⛓️ABOUT ME & RULES⛓️

🩸 25 years old

🩸Straight

🩸Dominant

I’m single 🩸 not looking for a partner or permanent submissive at the moment- just here to express myself, enjoy some play, and make some friends along the way that enjoy the dark things I do.

🩸I’m 6’3 - seems to be important to you little ones out there lol

Some personal interest (yes we can talk about more than just kink and dirty topics) :

Cars, nature, football and baseball, anime, My PC aka gaming, Smoking

⛓️Interaction⛓️

Asks/DMs/ submissions are open.

Be respectful and I’ll do the same.

I’ll always respond to DMs just be patient.

[if you send pics in subs please know it’s for my eyes only and will not be posted unless you want me to]

Do not call me Daddy. Being referred to as Daddy is a very special and intimate thing for me and is reserved for when I’m comfortable.

My cabbage patch collection :

🍏,🍑,🐇 ,🪅,🌙,👸,☀️,🥀,✨,🧚‍♀️,❣️,🦇,💌,💙,🦭,🐈‍⬛,🐶,🦌,🧸,😇,🕷️,🐜,🐛,👽,🐰,🍒,🐦‍⬛,🐁,🐯,🕊️,🍓,🤍,🫀,🌸,🍄,🪽,🐝,🐞,🦖,🦊,🖤,🦢,🦴,🥧,🌻,💛,💜,🔥,🍡,🦄,♦️,☪️,🗡️,🕸️,🩷,🔪

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⚠️All Of This Is Strictly Fantasy Expression And Play Between CONSENTING Adults !!⚠️

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⛓️MY Kinks & Likes ⛓️

🩸dom/sub dynamics

🩸bondage

🩸praise

🩸 degradation

🩸edging

🩸orgasm denial

🩸breeding (w/o pregnancy)

🩸cnc

🩸somno

🩸choking

🩸spanking slapping and other impact play

🩸pet play

And more

Limits- race play, pregnancy, feederism, scat

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[oh-for-fic-sake-library]

Cruel cravings

Masterlist

Summary: fantasy fucks were meant to remain just that, fantasies. Especially when you want to fuck you your sith lord employer. Whats a girl to do when she cries out for her lord to ravage her? Worse then that, what do you do when he answers that call?

Warnings : ⚠️adult content +18⚠️ smut, degradation, name calling, toys, power play, swearing, body fluids, dacryphillia, teasing, dom/sub dynamic, Vader is a teasing prick

A/N: here is some filth, i enjoyed writing this one. I hope you like reading it, i havent wrote smut for a while so hope i still got it 😅 anyway enjoy peeps

You scrambled up the bed kicking your covers letting out a gargled sound between a squeak and yowl. It took all of three seconds for your chest tighten and lungs to shrivle in your chest. Oh dear god. You shivered staring wide eyed at the tall imposing figure that had somehow bypassed the lock and thundered into your room.

He stiffened, straightening his posture as he took in the sight of you. The thin, non regulation night dress that usually reached your knees was bunched around your thighs, legs bent and tangled up in your crumpled damp sheets, you hair a mess and skin flushed with sweat on your brow. And your chest heaving with deep pants. Fuck, it was better then he could have imagined. you must look a state!

"M-my lord?" You stammered swallowing dryly between syllables trying to gain some self control and not burst into tears, you knew how you must look;a complete mess. You moved your hand slowly, inching the contraband under your bunched sheets praying to any diety who was observing your mortification in that moment, willing them to let your lord show mercy and to not pull the sheets back and see your shame.

"You, i should have known" you frowned at that. What? He grunted in irritation as your confusion washed over your face at his accusatory tone. To your knowledge youd never done anything to rouse his fury. Infact he seemed to like you? In his own intimidating blunt way. He praised you when youd done a good job, hovered behinde you staring holes into into the back of your head. Not that you could see him, but when lord vader was looking at you, you knew. It was like being hunted by a camouflaged predator. The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end, you got the shivers and goosebumps.

"Do you have any idea how frustrating you have been girl? This is the last straw. You have pushed too far" Your stomach dropped and fear crept up your spine. Had he heard you? Could he really read minds?! God you hoped not. The ferocity of his words sent a delicious heat straight to your weeping pussy. Your mind was reeling, only moments ago had you been lost in a rapturous daze, your mind stringing together a perfect cruelties starring this powerful man as you ravished yourself with the cheap toy youd snuck onboard.

"Out. Come, stand and address me properly" he ordered jerking his head to the side as he ordered you out of your bed. You paled and shook your head slightly at him one hand clutching your sheet as if the thin material would save you from your lords wrath.

"Wha- i would but im;" you tried to plead with him, tell him you were underdressed his breathing hitched and he raised a hand pointing at you threateningly.

"You will do as your told female" he ordered as he stepped closer leaning over you menacingly, practically trapping you on the bed. His large fram left only a small space for you to crawl past him.

You yelped quickly diving across the bed scooting passed him forgetting about your modesty as his hand remained raised. Your fear was to much to ignore, you didnt want to be choked, well that wasnt strictly true. You didn't want to be choked to death. You flushed as that dangerous thought swirled in you head as you climbed out of bed. Your blood was singing, insides tensing at the thought of this huge impressive lord chokeing you as he pumbled your fragile insides. Useing you like a helpless wet hole and unloading his frustration into you, forcing you to take his stress anger and lust in a brutal twisted pleasure. Oh maker please~

You whined breathlessly managing to finally stand next to him. Straight back arms at your sides and legs slightly apart. You looked blindly forward, shivering every so often, you just hope he mistook it for panic or fear and not the fithly excitment it truly was.

He took half a step back and gazed at you silently. You could only guess where his eye were at any one time. His mask kept such secrets, all you could do was stand still and wait for his next order. You closed your eyes trying to drown out the deeper breaths coming from your lord. You were desperate to block them out,

"Oh? Whats this?" You almost jerked back as your lords gloved hand descened. But somehow you managed to hold firm, but gasped snapping your head to him when his fingers lightly ghosted the peak of your breast. You stuttered wanting to say something, anything! But the words died when he tilted his head and captured the puckered bud between two fingers and rolled it. Your breaths became sharper as he toyed with your nipple through the thin night dress.

You yelped when the light pleasant tormet became something more attune with vaders reputation. He pinched harshly and drew you bud towards him. You hissed following him, rising to your tip toes trying to ease the maddening sting. He gave a low humm, something between approval and amusment whilst twisting your bud drawing a high whine from you. You tipped your head up facing his mask, staring into the black glass that concealed his own supposed golden gaze. All you could see was your own reflection, face scrunched in pain and your eyes wide wet and pleading.

"Hmm? Just what have you been up to?" The words were spoken with a small shake of his hand, pulling you breast left and right punishing you with an addictive erotic pain. Your resolve died at the tugging, you lost your footing stumbbling half a step forward unable to remain still under his harsh minstrations. To your shame you let out a high moan. He paused at that, and before you could apologise he had moved. His other hand had parting your thighs, the smooth padded leather felt heavenly as his hand latched onto your thigh, just above your knee.

He almost immediately pulled away with a chuckle, releasing your throbbing teet letting you drop back onto your heels with a sharp jolt. He pulled his slick gloved fingers higher, inspecting it. You could have died, shame swallowing you as you realised your lord had noticed your arousal glistening on your inner thighs, the wet trail smeared to your knees.

"I see, you have the luxury of your own room so you tend to yourself unlike the others" he uttered with a sigh and made a point to wipe your slick off his glove onto you. You mewled quietly, trying to find some self control in the wake of your new devastating situation. Even in the fear and shame your mind still found somthing to celebrate. Something to make your pussy clench and throb, a filthy unhinged thought to make your blood sing and nipples tighten painfully.

You knew you had odd desires in the bed room, filthy words and rough hands, being teased and taunted, having vicious words spat at you as your force fed inches you swore you couldnt tolorate. But lord vader useing you as your own cum rag? No, that was never something you thought would make you quiver with need. You bit your lip trying not to cry at your confusing shamefull reactions to his behaviour.

"Could this be why you have been avoiding your comrades desperate conversations? This is the reason for your lack of interest?" He cooed, his words were a taunt, sweet and sharp. Incendiary. He was baiting you. You could see he was pretending to be disappointed. But his voice didn't quite match the words, he sounded excited?

"Or perhaps its this?" You gasped as he moved past you, his cloak brushing your form while he flicked back your sheet revealing the wet toy youd been enjoying only moments ago. He tutted stepping back, holding the toy in his hand and raised it, letting you see your arousal coating it obscenely.

"So which is it? " he purred sending your heart into an erratic almost painful tempo.You swallowed dryly, eyeing the toy, that looked tiny now between his thick leather clad fingers. Your panicked gaze moved to him and back again mind desperately trying muster something more then a fragile meek wail or sob. Your lips parted, moving trying to form words but you just couldn't articulate anything more then a feeble primal cry of embarassing desperation.

"Tell me. Be a good girl and answer your lords question" Vader uttered trying to coax your words watching you carefully, a sinister amusment hung in the air around him. It was hard to explain, you could sometimes sense lord vaders moods though nothing really gave him away. Not untill he voiced it, so what you perceive as amusment could actually be adrenaline before the kill.

"B-both my lord. Its both" you eventually mewled breathlessly, tears welled in your eyes and you fought to keep your sobbing quiet. It was one thing to be caught with a toy, another thing to be caught in the midst of such a private moment. Even worse being caught by a superior, but to be caught by the sith lord himself? The man youd been crying out for? The one you thought about as you fucked yourself to the point of exhaustion? It was your worst nightmare, and most tempting fantasy. You were trapped in some sort of twilight zone, experiencing your own hell and rapture in one terrifyingly twisted confusion. You only hoped if he was going to off you, he would kill you now before you could make this any worse, or before he could create a more sadistic punishment. Unfortunately your mouth didnt get the memo and you found yourself babbeling, almost incoherently.

"Im sorry, i know its'gainst regulations please i couldnt; it was a stupid thing to do; the others they can; their better at talking to the men. They find partners easily but... i cant... i should never have broke the rules sir... im sorry my lord please, i beg your forgiveness" the tears trickled down your cheeks as the words flowed, hitching and mumbled. You didnt move to wipe the droplets staining your face away, you were to scared to break your stance, he might find it disrespectful.

He shifted on his feet twisting his head slowly, still observing you. He made a show to look puzzled. But the amused air around him gave his movements a teasing look. He was making fun, toying with you relishing in your discomfort and shame. Feeding off of it, your misery was his delight. The masochist inside screamed out to him, willed him to continue, yet your common sense was begging him to stop. He didnt.

"Are you now? Are you sorry about breaking my rules? Sorry for disgracing yourself so pathetically? Sorry for becoming nothing more then an feral little whore wholst serving on my star ship? Or are you just sorry you got caught in the act?" He ducked down pressing his head beside yours. You shuddered as his cloak brushed across your arm. He chuckled soaking in the sight of you, drowning in a delirious mix of arousal, fear and shame. Your eyes gave you away, the blown pupils letting him know just what emotion was winning. It pleased him, he may have found the reason your cunt seemed to call out to him like beacon. You were perfect.

It was better then he could have thought. All the times he'd tried to draw a reaction from you. The hours he'd spent in your sector needlessly, watching and listening. The droids he'd sent to eavesdrop on the girl talk between your colleagues, the filth they spouted fantasies of what they let the stormtroopers do to them. What they'd let him do to them if he gave them a chance. He'd somehow become a fantasy fuck, he knew it was most likely the power and privilege that drew their eye.

But you? Youd never really joined in. Never had tall tales of one night stands. You didnt seem to have an intrest in sex ,it was a pity. If youd ever shown interest in such things;even if it wasnt him youd craved, he would've had you dragged away. Thrown into his quaters and locked inside, tied to his bed as a hostage for days on end. You were captivating, small, soft spoken and pure. An innocent with wide expressive eyes and perfect pouty lips that would surround his cock with a sublime softness. He could use so many words to describe you. Fragile, ethereal, shy, demure, poised. Everything a soilder shouldnt be. You hadnt hardened under your training, but you hadnt been broken by it either. He wanted to tear you apart, to see what you really were on the inside there must be more to you then the soft gentle woman you claimed to be. It drove him wild. He needed to pound away the image youd created and claim you inside and out. H needed to smother you in his own taint, bathe your skin in his cum before holding you underneath him and drown you in it.

So when he had heard your passionate cries within his watchfull meditation he couldnt hold himself back. Rage boiled in his veins at the thought of you coupling with some undeserving welp. He'd thundered through the ship, following the breathless whispers and gratifying cries. And then it happened, you finally named your lover. Or should he say imaginary partner. Youd moaned so sweetly for your lord, cried out for him. And unbeknownst to you he had heard your desperate mewling and had decided to answer your call.

He smiled below his mask, the delicate grunts and breathy pleading echoing in his head. You were trying soo hard to be quiet but the thought of him ravishing you was too much to bare. His thoughts took a turn as his cock gave a powerfull throb, this time refusing to be ignored by the sith lord. His mind began drawing a perfect solution. As much as it will pain him, he must teach you a valuable lesson before impaling you on his thick shaft, thus ruining you for other men.

"No matter, its of no real concern as to why you are sorry. Because my discipline will not change either way" he finally spoke, drewing your agonising anticipation to a close. Youd been well behaved, remaining silent and still as his thoughts got carried away.

"My lord;"

"Silence girl. I think you have made enough noise for one night." His bark was enough to shut you up. He felt a twnige of excitement, you were biting your lip desperately trying to obey him. He enjoyed your compliance.

"You think i could not hear you? That when meditating i can't pick out my own name? Did you think i would ignore such filth from my own subordinates?" You whined, opening your mouth to reply but closed it remembering his order to keep quiet. Instead you settled for dropping your gaze to the floor and sniffling, trying to fight off your sobs. They would do you no good now.

"Good. Now sit" he ordered, apparently he had been testing you. Waiting to see if you disobeyed him. You sat instantly, perching yourself on the edge of your bed, still keeping your eyes on the floor infront of you.

"Take a breath. Good." He praised you ptting your head like dog s you took a large shuddering breath and released slowly. He inched loser to you, still ruffling your hair slightly calming you.

"You will be relived to find i am not going to punish you too severely. You are a young woman with urges. I cannot fault you for your nature. You will not be dismissed." You practically melted at that. It ws commen knowledge that dismissed meant killed. And to know that wsnt your fate lifted a huge wieght from you. Your chest was suddenly released from the fearfull grip it had been in. Your tears came thick and fast, flooding your face. As much as you wanted to thank him you remined silent not wnting to push him further.

"However I will be confiscating this abomination. The last thing I need is a silly girl slacking during her shifts because she had been up all night entertaining herself." He added twisting the toy this way and tht, looking it over. You cringed as he waved the small toy in front of you drawing attention to it.

"This is a pathetic example of a cock anyway, not onpy am isurprized you managed to wet it in the first place, im slightly offended you thought of me whislt using it. I can only hope you imgined it was my fingers fucking you. If not we certainly have a problem" you flushed brighter and glanced up at him again. You may have underestimated your lords size, he was frighteningly huge. And the dildo though molded to mimic human cock was small, only a few inches longer then your own finger and not much wider then otheeither. But it had to be small to sneak onboard!

"Perhaps i should see if it was worth your embarrassment, it would fit the crime would it not?" You jolted, breath hitching in your throat. Hell no. You shook your hed inching backwards, kicking off of the floor with your toe almost shooting up the bed away from him.

But it was no use before you could move more then a few inches his gloved hand snatched the front of your nighty, the thick supple leather creaking under the pressure threatening to split at the seams. You whined lifting both hands to his feebly trying to pry him off. He simply pulled you forward making you returnt to the edge of the bed, your feet falling limp back to the floor. He grunted at you squeezing your noghty once more making a point. Stay. You nodded at him making him release you, and untangle his wrist from your trembling fingers.

He chuckled at you. It wasnt true insubordination, he knew your reaction was just from embarrassment, you wanted to escape your shame, it was sweet. Delicious even, he loved the thought of your cunt quivering in need as you shook with uncertaintly, the way he'd tear sounds from you despite your mortification was nothing but arousing to him.

"Now now. You brought this on yourself. I am your lord, duty bound to educate you. I will not shirk such a duty. I need to demonstrate the... dangers of such temptations. How a simple seemingly harmelss, inadequate toy can quickly get out of hand and leave you worse off" his words morphed from a deep amusment to sinister promises, his delight rose whilst his minds eye conjured all the sinful things he was going to to, perhaps not all today, but intime he will push you above any beyond everything you could fantasise about. Youd know rapture, so much so youd beg him for rest, cry and scream for him untill you are hoarse and pliant.

"Lay back, cease your wimpering and open your legs." You tensed eyes wide. No. You must have missheard him, surely your lord wouldnt; You were cut off by your own yelp of surprize feeling a gust of wind hit you, the odd feeling of being hit in the chest by nothing, yet at the same time a hard force. You fell back and squirmed trying to fight what ever was pressing you down.

You only stopped moving as vader inched closer, close enough that your knees and thighs had squeezed his own legs. You snapped your head up, blinking at him owlishly as you registered what was happening. He had pinned you with the force and was looming over you, one hand clasping your pitifully small toy.

You struggled to think as he towered over you, settling between your legs comfortably. Like it was his rightful place. He knew you wouldnt stop him. He fell forward his left hand pressed into the bed by your head. Close. Soo close that the leather cuff of his glove rubbing against the skin of your neck. You couldnt breath or speak or think! You could do nothing more then wait anxiously.

"You may beg girl, even i am not cruel enough to demand your silence during such things" you frowned unsure what he meant, but seconds later you arched your back curseing as he impaled you on the dildo youd been teasing yourself with before he joined you. The toy pressed into you with a delicious friction. Parting you, carving is way into you with a smooth, ribbed thrust. Masaging every scared piece of you as vader repeated the motion. In and out tilting and twisting to draw out new and exciting sounds.

Your hands grabbed him blindly, fingers and short nails calwing his cloak and arm. Capturing him tightly, grunting and hissing as he gave you no rest. Though youd gave the toy all the preparation it needed, after being pulled from you for so long it had cooled. It was a fantastically taboo feeling.

Vaders breathing became shallow. His breaths deepened, trying to draw you in he wanted to treat himself to the scent of your sex, sweat and fear. His hand moved the toy, twisting and pivoting as he fucked you with it, slow heavy thrusts rocking you on the bed drawing a subtle protest from your weak bed frame. He smiled as the sound seemed to make you flush. Embarassed and perfect.

"F-fuck! Oh maker; my lord?! Agh!" You cried out when his experimental twisting of the toy paid off hitting the spot you could easily spend over and hour looking for yourself.

You arched again, deeper throwing you head back. Vader watched keeping an even slow harsh tempo just grazeing the tiny spot hexd uncovered. You cursed at him, somehow finding some courage in your impatient need. When he continued the madening pace, you growled raising you legs, trying to tilt your hips and force him to gift you the sweet pleasure you craved.

His reply was a laugh, teasing you would easily become his new pass time. Especially if you became such an insolent brat. He slwoed down, softening his thrusts draging out a low keen from you.

"Please?, pleasefuuuck! Please sir!" Your begging was little more then shallow breaths. Using your hold on him to try and fuck yourslef onto the ever slowing toy.

"Such a beastly little thing you are" he tutted but still granted you a small mercy. And began to try a new torment, shallow, fast and rough jerking motiones. Occasionally rubbing your clit with his knuckle, just to drive you wild.

"Fuck! Fuck fu;UGH!" You screeched kicking at the bed, trying to shuffle away, only to be stopped by the stong arm that rested beside your neck. He laughed out loud nd moved faster finding the odd gruntal yelp amusing.

"That was a curious sound. Lets see if you can do it again" this time the sith decided to toy with you further. His hand stopped moving, instead he pressed down, forceing the tip to grind on up and then swayed. You wailed louder, kicking out on reflex and rocking, pivoting your hips chasing the friction your master caused.

"Oh yes, you are full of surpises. Oh? Such a pathetic girl is this truly what would undo you?" He hissed into your ear useing more strength to really dig into your sensitive flesh igniting your nerves in a burning, aching pleasure.

Your pleading words melding together. You feard you werent even speaking common tongue at that point. Between the wails hissing begging and tight gasps you doubted your managed a single sentence.

"Poor thing, its barely even in, im not even fucking you with it" vaders words grew more teasing, more cruel and cold. Slowly he was uncovering yet another secret to his tiny would be lover. You enjoyed his cold harsh nature, the spitfull teasing and vicious mocking words.

"Im beginning to understand why you are so desperate" he watched carefully noting the way you tensed, your pussy momentarily fighting his thrusts. Youd tensed round the toy as he spoke. Your desperate heat eagerly suckling it, trying to stay stuffed for as long as it could.

"Ah thats it, you liked that? Such sweet noises. My voice? You like my cruel taunting dont you? Such a surprising little bitch, all this time i thought you were pure, virtuous" you shuddered, he changed his pace once more, twisting and turning in unpredictably savage thrusts. The wet sounds of your own lust grew embarrassingly loud. The coarse words being spat at you drawing you into higher frenzy.

Your cunt pulsed around the dildo he punished you with. Just when you thought you had tasted euphoria his thumb extended seeking out your burning clit. You choked on your breath, your lord scoffed flicking and rubbing your tender neglected bud with each harsh thrust into your weeping pussy. You trembled unable to stop the sounds pouring from you. You may have well be burning alive under his hands, your veins were lava and nerves scalding. Every touch, every brutal precise jerk of the toy drew you further and further into a boiling pool of lust, threatening to drown you. Every sensation raced along your body, setteling in your needy pussy. All you could do was try to hang on to sanity. Your hands aching useing your white knuckle grip to anchor yourself to reality.

"In all of my visits, never did i hear you talk or think about me in such a sinfull way. The other woman, they always spoke their vulgarity. But you were soo innocent" your lords voice swung from accusatory to mocking and back again. Hos words dripping in sin and filth he alsmost spat them at you with a spitfull delicious condemnation. All you cpuld do was wither and squirm on the bed, crying out for him with torn words and gruntal half plea's desperation soaking theough your bones into your very soul. It was delightful and torturous.

"But your not are you? Deep down your no better then a whore. A collection of holes that would galdly wet my cock" he hissed the viciously divine words at you. Eyes bruning into you even througn his mask you could feel him gazing at you. Taking in the sight of you coming completely undone. So close, so close you could taste the sweet release.

"My; no pleaseLOORD PLEA-vadeah! Fuck!fuuck!" You called for him, one hand reaching, grasing his cloak higher almost forcing him to len closer over you. Your tummy tensed, back arching wildy trying to buck against him seeking out the friction you desired. You squinted almost in pain at the overwhelming burn in your nerves, the tenderness of your clit as you trocked onto his gloved thumb harder and harder. It became a delectable pain, your body tried to find that final trigger, the last piece of the puzzle that would let you free fall into biss.

"Yes, i know i. Can sense it. Your ready to burst, want to burst. So wet, soo close. Yet im unsure you truly deserve it" your eyes opened, fear and ice doused your system when you registered his words. No. No he wouldnt be so cruel. He chuckled pressing his weight down on you the harsh carbon of his mask resting aginst your brow biting at the skin s he stared into your eyes. You could almost make out a tinted glowing iris behide the visor.

"Now that i think about it. No, you dont deserve it do you?" You ground out a mournful wail, a cry from your very soul as vader pulled away, straighteneing to his full height whilst also wrenching the toy from your depths leaaving you empty and unsatisfied.

"You, were a disrespectful little brat~" The words were accompanied with a wet stinging slap to your pulsing pussy. You yepled and tried closeing your legs, feebly trying to sheild yourself from him. You tried to cover yourself with a hand, eager to hide and finsh all at once. But your hands were slapped away, harsh red marks donning each one with warning.

It was then you burst into tears, bawling in shame nd need. Fat tears wetting your face as you sobbed in earnest. Unsure what he expected from you, your body slowly inching back from that all important finish you craved. All vader did was watch relishing his victory while you crumbled. It was stunning, the way your walls collapsed around you because of him. He wondered if this is how youd react if he did tie you to his bed like a hostage and toyed with you days at a time. He loved the sight of weeping broken women thatd do anything he dreamt for a warm cock in her belly.

"Oh dear you really are crying, did i stop? Was your lord cruel to you? I didnt let you finish did i? Can you blame me? To think you belived you were worthy of a reward, after such apalling behaviour" you sobbed movingnto grasp him again, willing him to show mercy and finish you off. Your mouth had a mind of its own, spewing promises and oaths, babbling nonsense pleadingnfor a chance to show him how good you can be, begging him to allow you to cum for him and only him.

But he stood firm, silently assessing you. His stance was stern and domineering, imovable. But behinde al, the bravado you could still feel the lustfull amusment in the air. He wanted you, you knew he did you could feel it. But he was just as hexd described. Cruel, and a cruel lord would always deliver a cruel punishment.

"What did you expect little one? Mercy? Thats awfully entitled for such a needy little harlot dont you think?" His words carried a weight to them, you realised there would be no changing his mind and cried out mournfully.

"Oh poor thing hush. I know you dont think so now but this is for the best, we must all learn to control ourselves" he prompted movingnto pat your head as you wept at the loss, the fire in your veins ebbing away leaving behind and ache, echoes of what could have been the best orgasm of your life.

You huffed, sniffling and pulled away, dipping your head from under his hand nd pawing at it with a pathetic scowl. He laughed at that finding the petulant display for lack of a better word; cute.

"Are you sulking? To think youd have me belive you didnt enjoy my torment when your bed is drenched" his hand raised motioning to the large dark spot on your sheets.

"Look, look at all this mess youve made. And you still wanted more? What makes you think i'll indulge a spoiled brat" You eyed them and flushed before subtly tryingnthe hide it with your covers, not wanting him to see it a second longer than necessary.

"Come up you get, i do not tolerate self pity and whining girl.Time to make your bed, we wouldnt want to sleep it in damp sheets;" you sent him a sour look, glowering at him with tinted cheeks. Your embarrassment and sexual frustration morphing into an odd bravery.

"Do not give me that look. This was your doing" vader scolded with an amused chuckle. He was pleased by your pout, your needy longing and pathetic cries mingling with stubborn grunts whines. But you acquiesced his command, standing on shakey legs one hand holding onto the bunk supporting yourself the other making quick work of straightening the bed, fixing the pillows and sheets neatly. Sniffling the entire time pawing at your face trying to stop the flow of tears.

"Very good pet, now climb back in" vader prompted pressing on hand to your back coaxing you forward. You drew a breath quickly climb forward, cringing as you sat in the wet patch youd left in the bed. You quickly shook off the feeling and looked up at your lord with anticipation. Maybe he was teasing earlier? Maybe he was trying to prove a point? Could your lord be about to grant mercy and finish what he started? You shivered, and peeked up at hi. Expectantly. Vader belowed a laugh drawing a frown from you.

"Oh dont look so hopefull girl, your not getting anything else this night. If i gave in to your mindless weeping now your lesson would not stick." his words were riddled with scoffs and bearly contained laughter as you deflated into another pout whining all the way. An invisible force curled around your jaw tilting you to stare at him.

"I will however make myself clear. The next time you feel the need, you will not take matters into your own hands. You are to report to me directly, i do not care when or where i am you will seek me out immediately" he inched closer, the grip on your jaw pressing you back to the wall, the pressure dropped untill your entire body felt the weight. He arched forward still hands landing beside you cageing you in. The force began to coiled around your neck tightening panic plucked at your heart, but he didnt let up. He continued to let his power seep over your form holding you still.

"And Should i find out you have not sought me out i will personally see to it you revisit this night, but as a public example of breaking the regulations. Am i clear?" The threat of his words weaved through your mind with heated tendrils. Images of you held down open and wanton, tormented by the sith for anyone to see made you tremble. The thought threatening to ignite you once more.

"Y-yes sir; my lord sir" the whispered before you could even realise what you were swearing to. Vader must have been pleased with you as he rleased you from his invisible grasp and backed away patting your head lightly as he rose to his full hieght.

"Very good. Do try to get some sleep" with a quick swish of his cape he was gone. The door closeing behinde him leaving you alone as if nothing had happened. You blinked drawing amheavy breath and slowly let it out. The only evidence he was there was the damp bedding and empty lust in your pussy. With that thought you quickly scrabbled to the side of the bed hopeing he'd forgotten to pocket your toy. He hadnt. Fuck.

You wandered the halls hands curling up into your sleeves anxiously plucking at the threads on the lining of your uniform. You knew people were casting you odd looks. They wonders why you were here. Hell you wondered why you were here?! Brave? Stupid? Crazy. Yeah thats the one crazy. After your encounter with lord vader you had been trying to fend off the ache, willing the fire in your loins to die. But no, your lords callous and cruel teasing had left you wanting more. he'd made your fantasy a reality and the sweet poisonous fruit was too much to bare. You craved it, craved him like never before. You swear you were addicted, suffering this heat and need was something youd only describe as a withdrawal. The need was all encompassing raw and painfull. And whats worse you think he knew, he'd stayed way from your sector, you couldnt help feel slighted. Was it a test? A punishment? Did he want you to seek him out? You truley didnt know. But after an entire two weeks of not seeing the glorious man you couldnt hold out anymore. Foolish of not you had to know if he was serious.

Which lead you here. Completely out of your comfort zone, surrounded by more important people bustling about the halls. Decorated officers with badges and pins proving loylty and ability. You were getting odd looks as you wandered aimlessly. You knew lord Vader was here today, the few you asked had told you as much.

You werent sure if you wished to find him quickly or not. Your mind was still debating the sanity of this idea of yours. But luckily... or unluckily you caught sight of him. He was in a meeting room, the door open giving you a clear veiw of his towering form. Not that he saw you yet he couldnt he had his back to you. You faltered for a moment. Maybe this was stupid? Where you really going to risk being killed over a possible night of sex? Was he worth dying for?

You pondered these thoughts, your feet shuffleing along the floor drawing closer to the huge imposeing sith. Slowing with each step you confidence drained. Finally you found yourself tiptoeing up behinde him. And then you stopped, hovering off to the side, half hiding behind the door frame deciding that you should atleast wait ptiently for him to finish his important conversation. Plus it also gives you a few more moments of sweet life if he does just off you.

You tried to disappear into the background, still wondering if this was a good idea. But as vader spoke to one of the many generals you never bothered to learn the name of, the general peeked around his lord drawing attention to you. His eyes narrowed considerably, clearly the man thought you inferior. Vader stood straighter and peaked over his shoulder curiously. You felt the moment he noticed you, his gaze burning you andnhis head tilted in what you hoped was curiosity.

You shifted on your feet for a few seconds before snapping into a salute and held yourself straight greeting lord vader professionally. He then spun on his feet now faceing you directly. All chatter seemed to die around you as lord vader held you in his gaze. The air seemed to be sucked from your lungs, your pulse deafening you. This was it.

"Yes girl" you drew a harsh breath at the name. It had an effect on you, you thought he may have used it on purpose to a,use himself. You swallowed and stood a little taller trying to ,uster all the courage you could, or at the very least not pass out.

"You- i mean? M-my lord? You said to err come find you... when i needed... when i felt y-you know?" You stuttered feeling yourself shrink smaller and smaller as lord vader gave you his undivided attention. The others around him eyed you curiously waiting to see if youd survive such a bumbling shit show as you stumbled on your words and became little more then a babbling idiot. Breaking your stand to gnaw on the cuff of your uniform nervously.

"Get that out of your mouth soldier" He ordered waving a hand over you comanding your arm down to your side with a harsh tug from the force. You squeaked nodding quickly mutter a tiny 'yes sir' The silence that followed was palpable, thick and tense. The only sound being that of lord vaders even breaths.

"Well?" For a moment you thought he had completely forgotten about you and the orders he left you with. Nothing in his voice or stance gave any hint to him recognising you. It was at that point dread began to set in, and you really began to sweat, tugging your sleeves nervously before elaborating.

"I-i came to you... like you said, I dont want to be made an example of sir..." you coaxed, trailing off trying to jog his memory whislt praying he had actually been serious and not been poking fun at you.

It was when he nodded to you that you finally relaxed. Thank god he had remebered your not sure how you would have coped if he hadnt and told you to remind him of your last encounter infront of everyone.

"My good girl, you were so polite. Your obedience pleases me greatly" your knees quivered as relief flooded you, luckily years of stress training kept you steady. Thank the maker for small mercies!You could have cried at his praise.

"I am proud of you,not only did you realise i was serious but took it upon yourself to follow my strict orders even when you were unsure and were willing to wait patiently. My lesson has served you well." Vader continued showering you with praise as he stepped closer to you, one hand reaching out and patting your head slightly which quickly turned into a strangely demeaning yet perfect petting of your hair.

Only you and your lord would understand this exchange. Only he could know the mix of condescending petting and stern pleased words would dampen your panties and turn you into his obedient wanton slut. The others gave you the side eye, frowns and sneers muttering under their breath.

"So much so you have earned yourself a proper reward this time. Come let us see to it immediately. I will not delay when you've proven to be such an obedient girl" your lord pulled back and swooped past you to exit the way you came. You spun quickly ready to follow him eagerly to where ever he saw fit, excitment coiling in your belly. Maybe youd get to finish this time? Oh god... what if he let you cum twice? Or more... fuck you couldnt wait. You practically vibrated with excitment as you hurried to keep up with your lord.

"But my lord i must insist you stay, we have things to discuss! More important then what ever this girl;" the general began chasing down the sith lord into the hall only to cut himself short as vader halted in his movements, you tensed thinking you may have been foolish to come up here. If looks could kill youd be buggered, the generals eyes burned into you, jealous rage in them. But his hatefull gaze quickly fell as lord vader began speaking, slow and angry. His voice coder annunciating each syllable in a spine chilling malice.

"You seem to think that you can determine my schedule general? Tell me am i not your lord? Do you not think i am more aware of what is of greater importance?" The sith lord hissed, your stomach flipped, somehow the display of power made your insides quiver. And not out of fear. Lust, raging heat flushing your system causing you to whimper almost soundlessly. Vader gave a soft huff in response he had heard your needy wordless plea. In a hopes to sooth you he pivoted on his feet and raised a gloved hand and capturing the nape of your neck coaxing you closer, fingers flexing against the soft skin possesively.

"This woman has fullfilled her duty, completed orders i gave to her personally and in secret. Do you think i would shirk my duty and postpone a meetingnfor trivial matters?" Vaders voice darkened with a hint of sarcasm, he was toying with the general. Pokeing at him with a metaphorical sharp stick for nothing more then his own amusment.

"No, no my lord please forgive me, i was not thinking;"

"Im sure you werent, fear not i am used to generals and their lapses in judgement. Luck is in your favor for my girls actions have put me in a good mood." You preened at that, feeling yourself stand a little straighter at the continued praise lord vader showed you. It made your tummy flutter. Yet the hand on your neck still squeezed every few seconds reminding you of his control over you.

"Next time you try to command me you may not be so lucky. Now if youll excuse me, I have matters to attend. Youd be wise to find a suitable solution to this issue alone. Should i be distributed in the next forty eight hours there will be severe consequences" and with that he turned away slowing his stride to allow you to walk beside him. His hand still secured on your neck. But you couldnt dwell on that, the only thing going through your mind was your lord had said he wanted to be undisturbed for forty eight hours. What the kriff? How the fuck are you going to keep going for that long?

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