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moremaybank · 7 months

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BREEDING — j.m

pairing jj maybank x fem!reader

warnings unprotected sex, breeding kink, creampie, fingering, language/dirty talk

author's note happy first day of kinktober, lovelies! don't forget to like and reblog! ♡︎

kinktober masterlist ;; jj masterlist

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“Love this pussy. I love it. So wet and creamy and tight, princess. Can’t fuckin’ stop.”

Looking down at where you two were joined, it was a sight that he marvelled at. Your pussy sucked him in tight despite how long he’d been inside you, hot and soaked and promising to stay that way just for him. His cock was drenched, coated in the creamy goodness of both your past releases. He’d been shooting his cum deep inside you for a while now, with no signs of stopping. It dripped out of you, creating a trail from your seeping entrance down to your ass, and then soaking the sheets beneath you.

You leaned up onto your elbows, one hand snaking around the back of his neck so you could pull him into a searing kiss. He moaned into your mouth, tongue dancing with yours desperately as he tasted himself on you. When you pulled away, your fingers scratched at his scalp lightly before you tugged on his locks. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop until you’re fucking empty, J. Want it all."

He kissed you again, hard. Your words ignited a fire in him that he’d previously thought was starting to burn out due to his exhaustion. Somehow, thanks to you, his energy spiked and he started to move faster, guiding your legs tight around his waist to be closer to you. His hands slid down to your hips, using them as leverage while he pulled you toward him to meet his thrusts.

“Pretty girl just wants to be filled ‘n covered with my cum, huh?” JJ taunted. His voice was fucked out, hoarse and breathy as he fucked into you deep. The tips of his blonde strands hung forward while his eyes roamed over you entirely. Your pretty tits bounced with the impact of his thrusts, the hand you had working at your clit. He reached your face, glowing and sticky from perspiration, your kiss-swollen lips parted, allowing your euphoric sounds to escape. The same ones that sent him into a trance and drove him to fulfill every single one of your wishes.

“I wanna drown in it, daddy.”

A low growl emitted from his lips. “So fuckin’ dirty, baby. Gonna knock you up for sure, make you the prettiest mama on the island.”

“Yeah?” You asked. “You want everyone to know whose pussy this is?”

“Damn fuckin’ right. Whose is it, baby?” He smacked your hand away and thumbed at your clit while his eyes held yours in a locked gaze. “Tell me.”

Your toes curled as warmth spread throughout your lower belly for the umpteenth time that night. “Yours, J.”

“Louder.”

“Yours!” Your brows pulled together, your head flung backward as JJ fucked into you with reckless abandon. Every last bit of him shoved into you, nudging your cervix harshly and stretching you out wide. Your stroke on his possessive side did wonders, allowing JJ to fuck you the way his carnal desires craved. His skin smacked against yours loudly, and he felt himself on the verge of his orgasm. “Gimme your cum, baby. Please.”

“God, fuck!” His voice echoed off the walls as he released hot spurts inside of you, painting your walls with his cum again. The squelching noises oozing from your pussy sounded like heaven and felt even better as he slipped in and out of you, helping you reach your high. You clutched onto his length hard, milking him as you started to unravel. Your moans changed to cries as you dove headfirst over the edge. “That’s right. Take my fucking cum, baby. Take it. All of it.”

He punctuated his orders with cruel, deep thrusts, going and going until he knew you’d come down from your orgasm. Slowly, he pulled out, still toying with your clit as he ducked down and buried his face in your pussy. His kisses granted you sloppy kisses over your puffy folds.

“Show me,” he said. “Come on. Show daddy, baby. Show me how much cum that pretty pussy’s holding.”

You pushed his cum out of you as per his request, feeling it seep out of you. His eyes shone with wonder as he let out an excited gasp. “Wow. Look at that. Pussy’s so good, baby. Held so much of me.”

You let out a whine when you felt his fingers scooped up his release and pushed it back into you. His other hand ran up your body, cradling your cheek as his thumb swept across your skin. The action was soothing, trying to encourage you. “Can’t waste a drop, baby. Want you carryin’ my baby by the time I’m done with you.”

“J, baby, I can’t.”

“Shh.” His fingers abandoned your cunt, shoving themselves into your mouth to quiet your whimpers. He gripped the base of his cock, sliding his length up and down your core in a warning. His tip caught against your clit, causing your hips to jerk up. He then slotted himself back inside of you, sliding back inside of you with an easy glide.

Though overstimulated, your pussy still clenched around him. You were still hazy, the effects of your last orgasm not having abandoned you yet. Your head slumped against the pillow beneath it, and you shivered when JJ started to move slowly.

“See? You’re still squeezin’ me, pretty girl. Know you can take it. Wanna give you more cum, let me give you more.”

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rensblade · 6 months

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅.

⟢ warnings/notes: wriothesley x fem! reader. suggestive, minors & ageless blogs do not interact. briefly proofread.. this is my first post, so i'd really appreciate any type of feedback! enjoy, and happy (very) late halloween to everyone celebrating ✩

“my.. what big ears you have,” you exhaled with a soft sigh, your hands raking through his two-toned locks as he continued nipping at your your chest. pretty shades of purple love-bites scatter across the canvas laid out to him, and wriothesley places a final kiss onto the last spot, before pulling away to fixate his darkened gaze onto yours.

by now, perhaps you should've been prepared to expect the array of hickeys that would follow; after all, you chose to don a dress with a pretty low neckline, and hence, your tits sat prettily all there for him to just devour.

still, since you asked so nicely, your boyfriend had been more than careful so as to not to rip the fabric of this specific red dress; you wore today in order to match with his costume— you, the red riding hood, as he was supposed to be the big bad wolf tonight.

“all the more to listen to you scream, sweetheart.” wriothesley chuckles against your collarbone as he lets his hold from your waist trail down; cold fingertips trailing ghostly kisses on your skin as his hands slowly make their way under your red dress.

it makes you shudder— how easily he tears apart the lace of your stockings, before he spreads your thighs using one large hand.

the mere action sends your body into a slight arch, as you tighten your claw onto his biceps in anticipation. you struggled to steady yourself on his lap; it didn't help the fact you could feel his length poke at your ass at the very moment. you weren't complaining.

archons, not to mention the mischievous glint of his eye. well. since he was already very much in character, you tug into his fur coat, letting it drop to the floor, agonizingly slow.

pale cerulean eyes remain trained on your face in order to memorize all your reactions into memory. wriothesley wordlessly admires the frustrated pout you give him, upon noticing another layer of clothing clinging onto his muscular chest. the man only laughs, the sound reverberating through both your flushed chests; making you send a small smile his way in defeat.

he was prettiest like this— while you were both mutually worshiping your bodies. although, you admit, he had always remained insistent on doing the most for you, kissing your palms in reassurance whenever he would was done with drawing out countless lewd sounds from you.

arrays of less-than-holy thoughts invade your senses, you couldn't help it. you were desperate to show him how badly you wanted him. how good you could be for him. without much thought, your hands fondle with his upper body as if to urge him on to undress himself.. and you.

“and what big hands you have..”

it's no doubt he catches onto your little game. either ways, wriothesley is more than happy to play right into your hands.

“oh, these?” his mock-interested tone fills the air, the lopsided smile you loved so much making you want to melt into him. “all the more to touch you. like this,” his focus goes back to the hold he had on your thighs, squeezing them softly.

the action makes you bite back a sound, while unsatisfied grunt from him follows, before his grip tightens onto the exposed flesh; his shrewd hands exploring their way down from where you're seated atop him. “and all the more to help undress you.. of course.”

it didn't help how kept whispering all that into your neck, his tone dropping in octave as he too, breathes a bit heavier. your lover's voice was all gruff and delicious from the intense making out you did prior so of course he used it to his advantage. he knew of the effect his voice had on you, sly wolf.

so you only bat your lashes up at him, starry eyes and all, in your little now-bunched-up dress, as you feign innocence in order to ask him the third and final question— your thighs clenching in growing anticipation. his large palm stays slotted in place between them, where they rightfully belong.

you finally ask, in a more dazed manner than you intended to. “my.. and what a big mouth you have, surely not only for all that bragging, i assume?”

wrong move. this time, he doesn't laugh. instead, the man steadies your disheveled form up by the arms, until you feel yourself being dropped onto the soft mattress of his sofa.

it was then, you swear you could've seen wriothesley lick his lips, as he positions himself in between where his hands had been mere seconds ago— as he mumbles under his breath.

"all the more to eat you, my love."

rensblade, 2023. please do not steal my writings or headers, i put a lot of effort into this. reblogs & comments are appreciated! also, my drafts are pretty nonexistent rn so i'd appreciate asks. i will be accepting requests for genshin, hsr, & jjk as of now.

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archive-of-alexandria · 7 months

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Mind Your Manners (Sanji X Reader)

A/N: ITS KINKTOBER! I have it in my head that head-over-heels, perverted Sanji would absolutely give the Reader snacks or food that are just a little bit too messy as an excuse to watch them clean up after themself and I just had to write it out. Kinda feels yandere? Smutty Food Play, because I haven't seen enough kinky Sanji action on here. xx

Sanji knows better than to play with his food. However, the way you're sitting at the dining table - pretty legs tucked up underneath you and breasts pressed together as you lean on your elbows - makes him think that he may have to make an exception.

Sanji's rule about manners doesn't extend to you, however.

No.

Sanji goes out of his way to ensure that you'll make a mess in his kitchen.

Back during the summer months, the Going Merry had made a pitstop at an island known for their enormous strawberries. Sanji had been eager to try his hand at pastries for a change - tarts, pies, the works - and the gargantuan summertime fruits seemed the perfect challenge.

A challenge the cook didn't anticipate, however, was finding you elbow-deep in the barrel of harvested berries that same evening, caught literally red-handed from the saccharine juices that dripped from your fingertips to the floor with a heavy tap tap tap.

The sight was enough to make his heart nearly stop.

Your eyes had been wide and your flushed cheeks were even wider, stuffed with sweet fruit as juice covered your face and hands...and every bit of you was dripping. Sanji had been unsure of where to look and his eyes darted between your slick fingers, your shy expression, and your perfectly tinted, glossy lips. He had never seen a more heavenly sight.

In his mind, nothing could ever compare...until your tongue ran along the back of your hand in a feeble attempt to clean yourself.

In the darkness of his room, Sanji thought about that tease of a tongue for weeks afterward.

Ever since then, he has taken extra care to make sure that you're given the messiest meals he can make. They're not gross, of course - Sanji is a chef first and a lover second. No, they're not gross. They are delectable. Every hum of enjoyment, every slurp, every squish...Sanji would lie awake in bed and dream of the different foods he wished to cover you in, if only just to watch you lick it up.

You had offered to help him make cinnamon buns one morning - though not without taking a generous helping of frosting on your finger and sucking it clean. "Labor tax", you joked with a wink. The image of your tongue licking the sinful-looking sweetness from your finger, mingled with your contented sigh, was seared into Sanji's brain from that moment forward.

Sanji became obsessed with watching you eat.

Food has always been an extension of Sanji's love for his crew and an expression of devotion. The act of cooking is artistic, and the act of eating is intimate. Hell, the kitchen itself is a lesson in foreplay: the preparation, the getting hands dirty, the building heat, the waiting game...all leading to a very satisfying end.

If only Sanji's cooking prowess had an excuse to leave the kitchen and move into the bedroom.

Sanji has yet to make his cake and eat it too in the ways of romance, though it would seem that you have recently taken a keen interest in his particular set of skills. The cook has noticed an increasing frequency of your kitchen visits, observing the way your eyes seem to latch to his hands and arms as he works. You've grown bolder, assisting him in his preparations and letting your elbows brush up against one another.

Sanji relishes the days you ask for his help and he nestles you between his body and the table, guiding your hands in his much larger ones.

The cook has grown bolder too, sometimes pressing too tightly against your back to allow his front to press up against your firm bottom as he huskily mumbles praises in your ear. He swears, sometimes, he can feel you lean into him.

The kitchen is the way to Sanji's heart, and he hopes that it may be the way into your bed.

And here you were, seated at his table awaiting the meal he had promised to cook for you once the Going Merry restocked at port.

As Sanji wipes down his cooking station, he lets his eyes drink you in without shame. Your breasts are practically falling from your tattered blouse, soft pillows highlighted by the dim candlelight of the galley. You're playing with your fingers, unaware of Sanji's gaze. He smirks.

"Sanji," You sigh, flushing pink as you look up to meet his gaze already set upon you,

"Is it almost ready?"

He chuckles, crossing his arms.

"My sweet girl is hungry, hm?" He muses, tossing his dishrag over his shoulder,

"Just a few more minutes, love."

"Wha-? But-!"

"You can't rush perfection now, can you?"

"Sanji," You whine, wiggling in your seat. His eyes once again meet your chest.

"If I had known it was going to take this long I would have taken up Zoro's offer to go to the pub."

Sanji stiffens.

The chef stands to his full height, a cigarette appearing between his tight-pressed lips as he turns from you to check on the pot simmering on the stove.

You, however, hold your ground.

It's silent.

"I didn't know you and mosshead had plans."

Sanji's voice is low. Much too low, and empty. It unsettles you.

"San-"

"-It's ready."

In a manner much too abrupt for the usually smitten Sanji, a steaming bowl is placed before you with an alarming thud. The spoon rattles in reaction to his aggressive delivery.

The enticing smell of the ramen can't mask the uneasy way Sanji stands perfectly still in front of you, face shrouded in shadow except for the blazing butt of his cigarette.

You're unsure of where to look, splitting your attention between the meal before you and the man hovering above the table. Sanji makes the decision for you.

"You were so hungry just a moment ago," he quips,

"So eat up."

You swallow, heat pooling in your cheeks and between your legs. This was nothing but the "Zoro effect" on Sanji, as you and Nami call it. Gingerly, you take hold of the spoon. Peering into the bowl, the meal looks heavenly - though you're soon aware of the way your hair keeps falling into your eyes, threatening to become part of the soup.

Your hair had grown long during the months at sea, and you had unwillingly lent Usopp your last bauble for slingshot practice. Your frustration doesn't go unnoticed.

“Here, my darling,” Sanji hummed, circling the table until he was behind you, “Let me help.”

At this moment, Sanji feels dangerous.

Your body erupts with heat as the cook looms behind you, your eyes glued to the steaming bowl of soup displayed before you. The galley feels all too warm, and the meal before you begins to feel more like a test - a challenge - rather than a token of whatever unspoken feelings float between you and Sanji.

Without another word, Sanji’s cold fingers glide along your feverish neck, scooping up your hair in their wake. He gives his wrist a well-practiced twist, eliciting a gasp from your lips at the feeling of your hair pulled taught in his grasp. Sanji feels his ego swell, giving your hair a sharp tug. Your head is thrown back as he lowers himself to your ear.

"Go on," His scruff grazes you, and your skin is suddenly on fire.

"Eat."

Heat floods through Sanji as he watches the way your neck moves as you swallow, nodding at his command. He eases up on his grip and observes the timid way you scoop the broth into your mouth.

He catches the way your eyelids flutter closed at the taste of his meal. You liked it. You always liked his food.

Tonight, simply liking wasn't enough.

"Eating so silently? Don't you know it's rude to the chef?"

Sanji's eyes darken as your fingers twitch on the tabletop. So, he muses to himself, you think you would get away that easily?

"Don't you like it?"

"S-Sanji-"

"Don't use your words, pet. Just enjoy."

From above, he watches as the plush peaks of your breasts begin to heave quicker. You allow yourself to fully dive into the meal, this time taking noodles and broth quickly between your lips. For a moment, you seem to forget that Sanji is there. You hum, in something akin to ecstasy - Sanji had made this meal just for you, just the way you liked it.

The obscenely wet squelches of your lips slurping up his creation elicit a deep groan from the chef, fingers tightening their grip on your hair. He can't help but chuckle at the idea of Zoro sitting alone in some corner booth and nursing a drink, all while you're here sucking up and savoring Sanji's affection.

You lift your head, lips puffy from the spice and heat of the meal. Sanji presses himself into your back, as his free thumb comes around and wipes your bottom lip. Your gazes meet, and Sanji brings his thumb to his mouth - tasting remnants of your meal.

A low chuckle escapes his lips.

"What, my love? Finished already?"

You understand his insinuation, whipping your head back to your meal and bringing the ladle back to your mouth.

Eat it all up, love. Made just for you.

In a moment of weakness, Sanji gently pushes your head down.

You gag on the spoon.

Sanji moans.

His hips buck forward, desperate for friction, meeting the soft dip of your arched back. His throbbing cock digs into your back, your buttocks...Unable to compose himself, Sanji begins to rut himself against you – and you don’t protest.

Sanji knows how fowl this display looks, and yet he can’t help himself. He has wanted you - really wanted you - for so long...the idea that Zoro could possibly take you away from him was enough to drive him over the edge.

When Sanji hears your voice rumble from your chest - "nnnugh-! Sanji...!" - he swears by the heavens that he'll do anything to make you his.

His hand moves from your hair and wraps around your throat, slick with the broth that dribbles from your lips. He wishes to lick every part of your sticky, salty skin, gently squeezing your throat as you gasp out his name.

Your head lolls onto his shoulder, hand gripping the table as it shakes under the weight of Sanji's wild bucking.

Sanji is everywhere, mumbling streams of thought between hot kisses along your forehead:

"I fucking love you, you know that? Would Zoro treat you so well?"

"That pretty mouth, always teasing me - you think that's fair?"

"Just wanna fill you up with all of me, darling...Want those gorgeous lips around my cock..."

For all his talk, he fumbles and lurches forward. His hand unceremoniously lands in the bowl, soaking him up to the cuff in warm broth. You're both breathing heavily, the high beginning to wind down. However, you see your moment to gain leverage.

You grab hold of his wrist before he can think, turning your face ever so slightly to meet his.

With a twinkle in your eye, you guide his hand to your lips. Sanji's mind is a fluffy haze, unable to anticipate your next move.

"We don't waste food, right?" You purr.

You take Sanji's fingers into your velvety mouth and he practically sees stars. He has been dreaming of this exact pleasure for months, straining to keep from collapsing on top of you as your tongue swirls between his fingers.

As your cheeks hollow out around his digits, your hooded gaze keeps his in a near mocking way.

So, you had known his game all along.

Sanji's chest heaves against your back, his hot breath fanning across your face with a stutter. His inexperience shows in this moment, numb and capable of doing nothing but watching the expert way your mouth moves around his fingers.

A faint pop of your cheeks accompanies the release, a ghostly string of spit connecting his fingers to your lips. The faint moonlight catches hold of his soaked digits. Sanji inhales sharply.

His hand, frozen in your hold, is easily guided down...

down...

"I've already had my meal," you murmur.

A shiver.

His eager fingers meet your soaking, pulsing warmth.

"It's time you eat yours."

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bvtbxtch · 5 months

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You Don't Scare Me | Eddie Munson

Day Fourteen of Kinktober

Summary: Eddie is used to scaring most of the people who walk through the Haunted House in the old Starcourt Mall. He's determined to make you squirm after you walk through and show no signs of being scared by him.

Pairings: Scare Actor!Eddie x Grumpy!Fem!Reader

wc: ~2.8k

Warnings: This is porn with some fluff so as always 18+!!! MDNI!! Sexual themes, fooling around with a stranger, fingering, oral (f receiving), public sex acts, choking and domination (if you squint)

Thank you all for sticking with me, it is literally almost the end of November, so I am thankful that y'all are still around to read! And to my lovely friend @darknesseddiem for inspiring me!

You hated Halloween more than anything. You couldn’t understand your peers' desperation to get black out drunk in someone’s basement, dressed up in the smallest garments of clothing they could find (and excuse it as some sort of costume). But, you were new to town, so when the girl you met through the Hawkin’s high journalism club, Nancy, you remembered her name to be, invited you to the haunted house that went up on the edge of town, you hesitantly agreed to join her and her group of friends. This might be your way to meet some new people. If opportunity knocks, you suppose you better answer.

A nervous shiver trickled down your spine as you and Nancy leaned against the Wheeler station wagon, engaging in small talk about your move from Nevada, and about the new friends you were about to meet. You were told of a girl your age with short strawberry blonde hair, and a personality almost as eclectic as her fashion sense. And of a boy that people called the hair, a charmer in all ways women, but that he had been warned not to pursue you. You flashed Nancy a devilish smile.

“What if I want him to pursue me, Nance?”

“He’s a serial dater, Y/N. And I can say from experience, a much better friend than a conquest.” If Nancy’s response wasn’t enough to deter you, her history with Steve Harrington was. You presumed fucking around with your only friend’s ex isn’t a great way to stay friends.

You formed your group with warm smiles and welcomes; you absorbed the three of your new friends’ banter. You felt out of the loop, but not unwelcome. The addition to Robin and Steve made you feel hopeful for the future of your friendships.

The four of you made your way through the painted asphalt of the abandoned Starcourt mall that hosted the Halloween festivities. The once shiny new sliding doors were pried open and painted black to welcome the bravest teens into the makeshift haunted house in the west wing of the mall. Robin and Nancy had already jumped at the few scare actors positioned around the entrance, Steve flinching every so often. You stood stone cold, unphased by the kids that were paid far too little money and wore far too much fake blood for their own good.

You bravely volunteered to go through the foggy entrance first; Steve followed behind you with Robin and Nancy hiding into each other’s shoulders. The fog opened up to a desolate looking carnival with old rusted rides festooned around the large room. You sauntered around the space, taking awestruck gazes at the crumpled metal and grim lights looming over you. You found the narrow corridor that led you to the next room.

Suddenly, a tall figure popped out in front of you, eliciting shrill shrieks from your party behind you. You felt your heart jump into your chest, but not out of fear.

The figure that stood in front of you donned a ripped striped shirt and tight black jeans. You had a perfect view of his long arms and the tattoos that danced across them. You looked up to the figure’s face and were met with beautiful brown eyes glinting with an unreadable shine. His pale skin had been made even paler with white face paint, and his eyes were bracketed around black smudged triangles. You could tell how plump the boy’s lips were even when camouflaged under a black painted frown. His visage was framed with dark curls. He looked more majestic than frightening. But as much as your heart thumped, you weren’t scared, so you pretended not to be impressed with the person blocking your path. He put his muscular arm up on the wall, further blocking you in. As your friends panicked behind you, you simply flashed your bright eyes up at him and you slipped under his outstretched arm. You continued on without giving so much as a slight glance back, encouraging Steve to do the same to pass the stranger. The man dropped his hand from the wall and pressed himself back into the hallway, his eyes never leaving your figure.

You were going to be the death of him, he could tell already.

“Holy fuck, Y/N! That was kind of badass!” Robin exclaimed, her and Nancy trotting back to rejoin you and Steve. “That fucking freaked me out.”

“What is so scary about a guy in clown makeup?” You shrugged. Little did you know the very person that you were talking about, the guy that had made your heart jump to your throat, was following closely behind you, separated only by the prop walls he had helped build days earlier.

“Eddie, you can’t abandon your spot!” His skeevy boss yelled to him when he caught him trawling through the small walkways. “You gotta be the first scare, man! There’s nothing else in that corridor!” Eddie didn’t look back at the pudgy man with the combover shaking his fist.

“Fuck off, Brad. I gotta do something” Eddie murmured. He needed to find you. He was willing to give up this shitty side gig and go back to solely dealing again.

Eddie was overwhelmed with confusion. He was enchanted by you, but your lack of reaction in a haunted house of all things… But the way you looked at him. There was something different in your eyes. You were bored. But you looked at him with an invitation to cause trouble. You terrified the hell out of Eddie Munson, but he couldn’t get enough.

You wandered aimlessly through the shabby makeshift walls. Eddie watched as you stood stoic scare after scare that normally made anyone jump. His eyes trained on your figure. Eddie needed to see more of you. The boy tapped a small boy dressed up like a gremlin waiting to pop out of the corridor you were walking through.

“What are you doing, Eddie?” the boy hissed.

“Just move, man. I need your spot” Eddie used his hidden strength to move the boy. His eyes stayed peeled, waiting to see your curly hair to come into his vision.

You strolled through the crowded corridor, giggling quietly at Steve and Robin’s third argument of the night.

“I’m telling you, Buckley. You couldn’t be a scare actor because you would literally scare yourself.”

“Umm, says the guy who literally jumped into my arms when that demon animatronic went off back there. And like, aren’t you scared of clowns? You were made for beauty pageants, Steve.”

“Let me tell you someth-”

Steve’s words were stolen from his mouth as Eddie dashed out of his hiding spot. His sleek form lunged towards you, pushing you back towards the back wall. His hands caged your head, leaving you nowhere to look but his hypnotizing eyes. They looked aflame with passion and frustration. For the first time of the night, your breath hitched. Your chest heaved softly, waiting, wondering, hoping for what the boy was going to do (to you) next.

A small smile flashed across the curly haired boy’s painted face. He slammed his hands against the wall beside you, eliciting a short gasp from your plump lips. You didn’t ignore the glance that Eddie took at your lips before he pushed himself away from you, and onto the wall across from you. He bowed and gestured your friends foreward, leaving you to the back. You could barely peel your eyes away from the figure in front of you, but you pulled yourself from the wall and his punishing stare. You shook him out of your thoughts as you strode towards your friends, now far down the hallway. You felt a hand on your wrist and you were pulled away and into the darkness.

Suddenly, you were met face to face with the mystery that had been following you, crammed into a small corridor. His body loomed over yours, too close, but somehow not close enough. His breath fanned over you and you couldn’t help but feel faint. He was even more beautiful now that you had all the time in the world to examine him. He licked his lips and you couldn’t help but mirror him with a gulp.

“Why aren’t you scared of me, doll?” his low voice rasped. You couldn’t speak, your throat closing. You tried your best to open your mouth, but Eddie’s thumb running across your lower lip shut it. You mustered up all of your energy.

“I’m not one to scare easily,” you sighed. You felt small underneath him, like he could devour you whole.

“You seem scared now, sweetheart. Do I scare you?” Eddie stepped closer to you, his hand finding his way to your hip. His eyes were dark, but there was a tenderness there. He silently told you that you could leave at any point and he would still thank you. “Or, do you feel exactly what I’m feeling?” Eddie didn’t need to wait for a response, your eyes were glowing with want-need.

Eddie pressed his painted lips to yours, pressing his chest against yours. His hand ran up your side, and to your neck. His skin burned against yours and you wished you could wear his hand like a locket for the rest of time. You kissed him back feverishly, hoping that with every move of your lips, Eddie fell more enchanted with you, like you had with him. Lucky for you, Eddie had jumped off the deep end and was ready to drown in everything that is you.

Eddie pulled away and let out a small giggle. A sound that made your heart stop.

“You have paint all over your face now.”

“I don’t give a fuck” you breathed as you pulled Eddie’s face to yours. The kisses grew from explorative to heated. Your hands snaked up to wrap around the nape of the beautiful boy’s neck. His tongue traced your bottom lip in a desperate plea to explore your mouth further. You opened your mouth in permission and his tongue met yours with a moan. Eddie slotted his jean clad thigh between your legs and pushed into you further. You felt the heat radiating off of your core between both of your jean clad bodies. You huffed into Eddie’s mouth, begging for more.

“You want more, darling? You don’t even know me.” Eddie teased. “Plus… I’m at work! What would my boss think?” you wouldn’t let the boy’s words get to you. You couldn’t think about your situation too much.

“Well, seeing as you’re the one that pulled me in here, it sounds like this whole ‘stranger’ and ‘at your job’ are your problems not mine… plus, I could go, if you want me to?” You attempted to push Eddie off you, but his grip on your neck and hip became desperate. You smirked at his reaction.

Eddie let go of you in favor of fiddling with your jeans. He let out a low chuckle that rumbled through your whole body.

“So, you’re a brat, hey? I should have fucking known. Too bad for you, I’m too curious to see what you sound like when you fall apart under me.” You moaned at his words and you pulled him back into a searing kiss. His hands found their way through your jeans and panties. You let out another breathy moan into Eddie’s mouth. Eddie’s hands and mouth paused and he detached his lips from yours.

“But, you gotta be quiet doll. Can’t have anyone find us, and someone’s gonna be back here in like 5 minutes to kick my ass so…”

His slender fingers slipped through your folds, you can’t help but shudder. Eddie bit his lip to suppress his baritone moans. “So wet already… and just for me?” he praised, making your pussy flutter. He pushed one finger into your waiting entrance, leaving you no time to adjust. Your knees buckled in sheer pleasure. You bit your lip hard, trying to suppress any moans threatening to spill out. Your hands moved up from Eddie’s neck to his luscious locks and you pulled on them to bring his mouth back to yours. He braced against you with a small ‘tsk’.

“I wanna watch you, doll. I wanna see how good you look when I finger fuck you.” His hand flew to your mouth to prevent the groan that was paired with your eyes rolling back.

Eddie was talented. His pace was unrelenting and he knew the right angle to bully your quivering cunt at. He spread you open further by adding another finger. You shook, feeling so satisfied, so full. You could barely keep your cool that you had been desperately clinging to. The waves of heat flooding your system.

“P-please-”

“Eddie”

“Eddie.please.” You cried.

“Hmmm, I love it when you say my name.” The boy cooed. His words hurled you closer and closer to your climax. Your legs began to shake around Eddie’s hand. A frustrated gasp wracked your body as Eddie removed his fingers from your desperate pussy.

“Eddie-” You were hushed by the tall boy’s frame dipping down so his head was at your waist. You looked into his beautiful brown eyes quizzically, and he returned your look with a mischievous smile. He pulled your jeans and soaked panties to your knees and pulled his face into you.

“I need to taste you, please?” You were on the edge, overstimulated and desperate to cum. You shook your head violently and without a second to lose, Eddie’s mouth was on your sensitive core. You yelped at the sensation of his perfect lips sucking against your clit. A large hand snaked from your wait to your mouth. The lack of air sent lightning bolts through your body. Eddie hummed into you and you collapsed over him.

“Taste so good-”

“Y/N” You answered for him. He hummed into you again, sending shock waves through your legs. Your breath hitched and Eddie could feel you tense around where his fingers once were. He stared up at you as he gave one last suck onto your sensitive bud.

You saw white, your head felt like it was full of cotton. The waves of pleasure were too much for you to comprehend. Your pussy clenched around nothing and you cried into Eddie’s hand. You could feel the vibrations of him moaning as he licked up your essence. He expertly worked you through your climax, to the point where you were deliciously overstimulated. He waited for you to pull him off of you, licking you clean in the process.

You couldn’t help but giggle when his presence loomed over you again, a large spot around his mouth and chin bare of face paint. He wiped his mouth and you could finally see the plump pink lips grinning back at you.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N” You couldn’t help the blush that grew across your cheeks.

“Nice to meet you, Eddie.”

Eddie picked up the bottom hem of his shirt and wiped your mouth clean of the black smudges of paint. He grabbed your hand and kissed the back of it.

“Can I maybe get your number, so I can eat- I mean take you out on a proper date?”

You smiled up at the gorgeous boy. He had rooted through his back pocket and held a sharpie in his hand triumphantly. You took it from him, and wrote your phone number on your arm in your neat writing. You blew on his arm, sending goosebumps straight through his heart.

“You better call me after that, Eddie. I don’t know what I’d do with myself if you didn’t”

“Well, lucky for you, I have no intention of leaving you alone.”

With a smile, Eddie grabbed your hand and led you through the back corridors and gave you a sweet peck. He pushed you through a small entrance so you were back by Robin’s side.

With a scream, you reunited with Robin.

“Holy fuck! Where the hell did you go?!”

“I got lost. I took some wrong turns and ended up in the back corridors somehow.” You were thankful that the room was dark so you were able to hide your red hot cheeks. Maybe Halloween wasn’t so bad… and you might just have a change of heart about Hawkins after all.

Eddie sauntered back through the narrow maze of staff hallways, a shit eating grin plastered on his smudged face. It faltered slightly as he entered the male dressing rooms. Brad stood to greet the teen. His sweaty brow furrowed and his fatty chin wobbled in anger.

“Munson you’re-”

“Fired.. Yeah, I got it.” the metalhead chuckled.

Eddie grabbed his bag with a smile and a bow to the chubby man, who was now furiously flattening his greasy comb over. He wiped his face with an old bandana tucked into his back pocket. He slammed out the shabby doors that lead to the abandoned mall, blowing carefully on his newest tattoo that you had given him. If it were up to him, he would drive himself to his friend’s tattoo parlor and get it inked permanently on his arm, like you had been tattooed on his heart.

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infinite-orangepeel · 7 months

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“get too close to your muse & you, the artist, will lose all ability to decipher one shade from the next on your palette. keep your distance…”

fall quarter begins at the curly roots of eddie munson’s ineffable head, runs its’ labyrinthian course through passageways of blue veins & black ink, & ends at a set of hairy crimson painted toes.

steve finds himself squandering every waking moment of his lifeblood & attention somewhere, egregiously, in the middle.

“say you’re drawing a bed of flowers,” his professor lectured a few weeks back, “what happens if you put your nose in the middle of those flowers & try to recreate the details on your canvas? you come up with color and shape, sure, but it’s blurry—isn’t it? it’s a big blobby blur of nothing. that’s not very good life drawing, i’m afraid.”

flash forward to the present—

the bed is firm but comfortable. reminding you of its’ presence.

it doesn’t encourage daydreaming &, yet, steve is ignoring the better advice of his mentor & pressing his curious nose directly into the bud of an all too striking flower.

he knows the intimate contact could kill the rose, is aware of the thorns lining the stem, but he can’t stay away.

he’s struck by fear and temptation and self-loathing and a beauty that stings like a slap across the face.

eddie’s his roommate, his friend, his muse for the most important project of steve’s career as an art student.

& getting too close is lethal, so he creates a sort of optical illusion.

designs an environment in which he can pretend they are star-crossed lovers in a broken world that won’t let them be together. in which touch is a small death each and every time.

steve flits to eddie like a dragonfly to water—

never touching.

never spending too much time in his orbit before making up an excuse to leave & jerk off to the smell of old cigarettes in the bathroom.

everything he really wants to say sits in the back of his throat like a painful, malignant lump & gets spat out onto his sketchbook in a tragically romantic exorcism.

doing the dishes next to him is enough to drive him insane.

drawing him, butt-naked, is another story.

“is it supposed to be so….erotic?”

eddie arches an eyebrow as steve traces the outline of his cock into his sketchbook.

“it’s not that erotic,” steve says, blushing into his charcoals, “besides no one will know it’s you. it’s art.”

art is supposed to be weird & naked. now, hold still, & let me draw you.”

it’s definitely erotic.

there are roses—de-thorned, for safety—shrouding eddie’s dick & leaving a trail of pink petals across his pale thighs.

eddie’s hand is draped over his head; exuding a certain brattiness, lust, boredom—

as if he’s lying there because he wants someone, like steve, to stumble upon him & use his body the way it so clearly needs to be.

his lips are parted on the precipice of whispering some filthy secret into steve’s ear while milking him like a simple farm girl with nothing better to do.

fuck.

he can’t be this close to eddie without losing his mind.

fuck. fuck. fuck.

it’s just a body. just limbs and a huge cock and—

eddie’s quiet for a little while which is rare for him, before he pipes up again.

“what if we painted the flowers together?”

steve wipes the sweat from his brow, drops his pencil, and looks up at eddie across the mattress. working overtime to avoid staring at the erection sticking out amongst the bouquet of roses.

“the piece isn’t supposed to be very colorful. i’m going for muted tones. that’s why i picked the pale pinks and whites.”

eddie giggles a little and, it’s so cute, steve has to pinch his own thigh through his shorts just to maintain composure.

“i don’t think you’re understanding—the colors wouldn’t change much. except for some more white, if you catch my drift,” eddie pumps his hand over his cock several times and mimes cumming stop the petals, “might look cool. might get you extra points with that asshole professor of yours. you’ve said he likes ‘shock value.’”

“i—i guess you’re right. that’s a pretty….different and unique….um….idea. yeah.”

it’s like this that steve strips naked and clambers as close to eddie as he can possibly get without laying a finger on him. adhering to the rules—keeping a particular distance between artist & muse.

they lay side by side. sunlight streaming in through the blinds & bathing eddie’s spindly fingers in gold as he touches himself.

“harrington, don’t act like you haven’t been dreaming about this since day one,” eddie snarks, “i’ve seen the way you look at me, sweetheart. your eyes are gonna burn holes in my ass if you’re not careful. touch that pretty cock of yours, lemme see you.”

before steve can do anything about it or change his mind, he’s got a fist wrapped around his own cock and the other hand pinching his nipples. left and right, back and forth, dragging his nails through the hair sprouting around them.

“didn’t think you thought about me like that,” steve whines, watching as eddie edges himself methodically—

moving faster, slower, squeezing at the base, thumbing over the slit, cupping his balls, slapping the insides of his own thighs until they match the pink petals.

“i like a little pain,” he comments when he catches steve’s wide eyes, “and i’ve always was hallucinating the first time i walked into this room and saw you on the bed—thought i was going into the light and seeing an angel.”

“you’re so full of it.”

“i’d like to be full of you,” eddie breathes against steve’s neck, not allowing his lips to pass the barrier, “but i don’t know if you can handle me, big boy. you’re blushing like a nervous little schoolgirl.”

“am not—”

“are too, &, you’re about to cum just listening to my voice. it’s so crystal clear. look at you—fucking yourself so stupid.”

eddie looks so beautiful.

laying there like a forsaken god locked out of heaven.

steve’s been so good about keeping his hands to himself, about keeping his nose out of the flowers, but desire and temptation are stronger than any amount of remaining willpower he has.

he grabs eddie’s shoulder with his freehand & kisses him until they’re both seeing stars.

celestial explosions of pleasure & truth & this thing that’s been growing violently between them since the moment they first met.

“i’m cumming. i’m gonna—fuck steve, it’s gonna be on the flowers—i hope that’s okay—”

they cum in tandem over petals of pink and white and thornless stems.

steve gets an A+.

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osamusriceballs · 8 months

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Suna x fem reader

Warnings: NSFW

Words: ~1,3 k

About: A one night stand with Suna~

"Fuck-"

You moan his name and arch your back when he delivers a particular hard thrust against your hips, your whole body shaking from the sheer force he's using. He grabs your hips harder, his fingers digging into the soft flesh and working his cock even further into your body. You're drooling for him at this point, leaving a small wet spot on his pillow, which is nothing compared to the wetness between your legs.

He groans and suddenly leans down until his chest presses against your back, and you find comfort in the fact that he is as sweaty as you. His hand moves to your neck, which causes your eyes to widen for a second in surprise, before he tightens his grip and forces both of your bodies up.

You're both on your knees now, not moving for a second, only your chest heavily heaving from the exertion. Your head is thrown back, your neck bared to his grip, and you're almost embarrassed at how hard you clench around him when he doesn't let go of your throat.

"You're so hot like this." His gaze is dark and hooded while he looks down on your body, your tits on full display, nipples hard and perky, your pussy swallowing his cock, coated in a mixture of both of your arousal.

"Rintarou-" your voice is barely above a whisper, your neck still in his tight grip, but he still responds by finally moving his hips again. The sheer force makes your body jerk forward, only his hands keeping you close to him.

"I love how you moan my name. Do it again," he demands, his voice slightly breathier than before, and when you respond with a moan of his name, you're rewarded with an even harder thrust that make you see stars. His hand wanders from your neck to your chest and starts palming your tit almost violently, while his hips start working relentlessly against yours. You slam your ass against his hips, the tip of his cock hitting just the right spot that pushes you even closer to the edge, and his breathy moans against your ear add fuel to your desire.

"Can I cum inside?"

His words stir something primal in you and you wrap your arms around his neck to look into his dark eyes, and you know that you probably look embarrassingly desperate and needy, but you can't help it. "Yes, yes, please-" you groan and when he releases your body, you barely manage to catch yourself on your arms before you sink into the mattress and he presses your face against the pillow again. Your mind is hazy, your body burning with pleasure, and you find yourself whining when he brings his palm down against your ass- again and again.

Your fingers dig into the sheets, and you press your ass further against him and he lets out an appreciating grunt. "Ya like that?" He smacks your ass again and you moan, frantically nodding your head at the pleasurable pain that rushes through your body. His cock hits just the right spot, his fat tip prodding at your entrance when he pulls almost completely out and slams back into you again. "I'm close, Rintarou- Rintar- Rin-" your voice is breathless, and you clench down hardly on him when you suddenly feel yourself tumbling over the edge after he increases the pace. Your body convulses with pleasure, your eyes rolling back into your head while you gasp his name, your cunt relentlessly getting overstimulated at his unfaltering thrusts.

"Y/n- fuck-" he groans, the sound so guttural and primal that you clench around him again, and then you feel it. You feel his cum inside of you, hot and heavy, how his body stiffens behind of you and how he stops thrusting, just slamming his hips once into you, then again, and then collapsing over your body. His arms come into your vision, the impressive muscles tensed stiff, and you take a short second to admire his physique. He is not only blessed with strong arms, but you had already admired his toned legs when you sat on his lap in the car.

You both stay in that position for a few moments, desperately trying to calm your breath, while you feel the tight fit of his cock in your now overstimulated throbbing cunt. Suna wraps on arm around your middle and rolls you both to the side, groaning slightly when his cock slips out of your pussy.

He shifts the position of your bodies, one of his arms now under your head while the other stays wrapped around your body. His leg is nestled between yours, but it doesn't feel sexual at all- it's rather comfortable. You sigh contently at the warmth that surrounds your body, and you roam your fingers against the muscles of his arm around you, ignoring the slowly dripping warm liquid between your legs.

It's silent for a while. Just both of you laying in his bed in each other's arms.

"I hope I wasn't too rough with you. Do you feel okay?" His voice breaks the silence, calm and pleasant, his warm breath fanning against your cheek when he talks. You flush at his words, his concern warming your heart.

"I'm good. I... I liked it a lot. When you get rough."

"Oh? Such a pretty and good girl for me, huh?" He grins lazily while his hand moves at an awkward angle to comb through your hair, and you feel your cheeks heating up at his words. The sudden praise surely ignites something in you that you’d rather keep hidden for now.

"Do you tell that all the girls you pick up?" you try to distract him before he notices your flustered state- and you curse yourself after the words have left your lips. You only met this guy today- it's none of your business how many girls he's been picking up lately. Judging by his looks, he probably doesn't have any troubles finding someone for company though.

"You're the first girl I've brought home for... quite a while. I usually prefer to stay on my own."

You raise your brows in surprise, not having expected that answer or the nonchalant tone that he uses. He seemed so confident and experienced when he had caught you after you slightly stumbled in the bar when somebody had bumped into you. He had a mysterious aura about him that intrigued you- and when he had leaned down and connected your lips, you found yourself on cloud nine. The car drive to his apartment had been short, but the make out session in his car had not been. You had the feeling that he was holding back at some point, only touching you so soft and tenderly, so you had simply pulled eagerly on his hair, receiving an approving groan and then he had proceeded things to the bedroom, showing a slightly rougher side- and damn, you're certain that this night will never leave your mind.

"Oh." You only manage to response, your heart suddenly racing in your chest at the implication that you might be disrupting him. Your hands curl into fists as you stop playing with his arm. "I uhm... I'll get dressed and then I'll get out of your hair."

Your attempt at standing up is very short lived though, as his arms refuse to let you go and instead press you closer against his body.

"Do you want to stay and keep me company for a while, y/n?" He sounds so sincere and soft that you wish you could see his expression right now. It almost feels as if you were lovers in each other's arms with the way he's holding you and talking sweetly- a stark contrast to the way he just fucked you, but the duality makes your heart flutter even more.

"Just for tonight?" You know that your voice sounds desperate and clingy, but you can’t' help but to have the urge to want to see him again.

"I'll enjoy your company as long as you want to stay. Not only limited to tonight." His clarification brings a smile to your lips, and you suddenly feel even more safe and home in his arms, certain that this is just the beginning.

"I'll stay."

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astr0disiac · 2 years

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𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟑: 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋

𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐡 𝐘𝐮𝐣𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

WARNING(S): (Slight-ish?) Dub-con, mention of pornography, mention of NSFW audios, masturbation, adult toys, multiple orgasms, fluff, cyber-stalking, cam-girl, pillow humping, praise/degradation

SUMMARY: Micah breaks his promise on not doing background checks on you anymore and finds some interesting things.

WORD COUNT: 2.7k

SONG: Come Through and Chill - Miguel

You had given Micah Yujin one simple rule to follow when you were away and unreachable. After the first time he did a background check on you, you simply asked him to respect your privacy and not do it again. You weren’t standoffish about it, you simply told him that you would reveal parts of yourself to him as your relationship grew, and there were some things you either wanted to keep to yourself or never want him to see.

And of course, Micah crossed-his-heart-and-hoped-to-die, will stick-a-needle-in-his-eye if he ever went back on that promise he gave to you.

Except out of frame, and behind his back, his fingers were fucking crossed.

Hell, he even crossed his toes for good measure.

He kind of felt bad. The two of you were getting along well, maybe a bit too well to simply be e-friends. Flat screens and a couple hundred miles were the one thing separating you two, but when you would disappear for days on end to live your actual life instead of entertaining your cyber one, he felt like you were worlds apart. He started to get lonely, missing your sarcasm and quick wits, and he used that as an excuse to do what he was about to do.

He told himself that it was simply because he missed you, and just wanted to get closer to you. Maybe say the right things in conversation by default, so that you would be impressed and maybe fall for him a bit more. Everyday that he spent time with you he found himself being more and more infatuated with your being. He didn’t want his feelings to be one sided.

He wanted to make sure that behind the screen that you were real, just like how his feelings were.

So, after hacking into your computer in the dead of the night, he came across some interesting things in your PC’s history that sidetracked him for good.

He was able to narrow down your favorite type of porn by your searches, and he couldn’t help but chuckle as he clicked through the categories and genres. A deep fuchsia blush appeared on his bronze skin as he looked at the not-so-tame list.

“What a degenerate.” He slyly said. He couldn’t help but think about how you two had some kinks in common. You came off as vanilla, which he wouldn’t mind working with when the time came. But the idea that some of the most outlandish kinks got you off in your spare time caused his cock to twitch.

After that, he stumbled upon more media that made his skin burn to the touch; the racy fics you read, multiple adult purchases, and the audios you listened too. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, imagining the faces you would make, and if you were making them right now since you weren’t online. He swore under his breath, clicking another tab.

And what do you know, he stumbled across your OnlyFans.

The thumbnail of the first video was of you laying on your back, your fingers deep into your creaming cunt.

His hands flew to exit the window with a swift click.

His heart pounded rapidly in his chest, threatening to burst out. He covered his mouth with the back of his hand, hiding his blush as if he were caught in the act. His mind raced with a million thoughts at once, leading to nowhere. He tried to think with his brain.

The wrong one, at that.

His cock swelled immensely as he opened it again, and began scrolling through your profile, the thumbnails doing more harm than good on his psyche. You looked edible in each and every one, and he found his mouth watering at how plush your body looked. He knew if you saw him right now, you would probably be livid and never speak with him again. You’d probably insult him, but he would eat it up. He loved when you degraded him for his behavior, or praised him for his attentiveness to you.

All in all, his curiosity and need to see you had overpowered him. Now he wanted to hear you, feel you, even pleasure you if you’d let him, because he was now about to take the liberty of pleasuring himself.

His mouse ghosted over a video before he clicked it, your voice coming through his speakers at full volume.

“-Came in today, so I can’t wait to use it.” Your sickeningly sweet voice felt like Micah was basking in sunlight. He smiles, remembering seeing this specific toy in one of your recent purchases. There you were, on your soft bed as if waiting on his command. Your breast seemed plump, nipples hard to the touch as you passed the toy between your soft hands.

You looked at what he presumed to be the camera, but to Micah, you were looking directly at him as your lips encased the dildo, kissing the tip slightly. Micah shuddered, his hands immediately going to grab himself from his sweats. His tip was angry, the slit leaking a bit of pre-cum as he ran his thumb across it. He watched as your naked body switched positions, moving to all fours as you stuck your as in the air, back arched as you continued to suck the tip of the toy.

Micah sighed, his chair creaking as he leaned back a bit further, his hand moving up and down his swollen length. He hissed, closing his eyes as he listened to the sound of your mouth salivating around a toy, visualizing that you were around him instead.

“Oh, fuck.” His hips immediately jerked off the chair, the image of putting his cock deep down your tight throat causing his stomach to clench immediately. He looks back at the video, watching your head bob back and forth as you speed up. His hand matches unconsciously, withheld moans and whimpers escaping his mouth as his head lolls back.

“God, Angel...just like that- ugh!” He pants as he watches you hollow your cheeks, going all the way to the base of the toy. It disappears slowly, and you hold yourself there before gagging and resuming your previous speed. Micah’s chest rises in short bursts, his bottom lip between his sharp teeth as he jerks off relentlessly, the liquid leaking around his cock acting as a sticky lubricant. Even with as vocal as he was in his spare time, the sounds Micah made surprised him, the adrenaline rush edging him.

“Again, Angel.” He whimpered, pumping vigorously as his cock twitched his hand. “Do it for me, please.”

As if directly listening to his order, you slowly downed the entire toy, the sound of you gagging like music to Micah’s ears. He stifled a groan, before exhaling deeply and shooting a thick pool of cum into his hand. He sat hunched over, panting, watching the liquid leak through his fingers and onto the floor.

“We haven’t even got to the good part yet.” He grumbles at how fast he orgasmed, taking a few tissues from his desk and cleaning his hand off. As he cleaned, he couldn't help but think what a waste it was. He would have made you swallow.

He looked at the video and saw that you had sat up completely on your bed, playing with your own essence that leaked from your cunt. It awed Micah that something as simple as a blowjob turned you on so much, and he felt his cock stiffen again, aching against his lower abdomen.

You lay against the wall behind you, propping yourself up slightly as you drag the toy across your glistening cunt, whimpering slightly at the action. You toyed with your entrance, pushing the tip of the dildo slightly inside of your pussy, releasing a heavy sigh. Micah grunts, his hand flying to his throbbing length, itching to relieve himself once more.

You slowly pushed the toy in, your face screwing shut and your pedicured toes curling slightly as the pleasure blinded you. You bottomed yourself out, holding the toy there as you forced your legs to open more, giving Micah a full view. His eyes almost popped out of his skull, watching your cunt flutter around the thick piece of plastic. He watches you start to pump the toy in and out of yourself, and he begins to match your speed, his hands gripping himself in pleasure.

Soft moans escape your swollen lips, and Micah can’t help but imagine those moans being for his ears only. Groans resonated in his chest as he kept pumping, but his hand wasn’t enough. Even as he lifted his hips off the chair to thrust up into his own hand, he struggled to picture it right. Your body had to be softer than his calloused hand, he just knew it. Softer than any blanket, yet firm like the pillow he slept on at night.

A pillow, huh?

He looked over to his bed, seeing the plush pillows and stuffed animals that adorned it. Despite his kinks, he didn’t own any toys, so he would just have to make due.

He quickly stood up, almost tripping over his bottoms that were leveled at his knees, and quickly discards them. He moves his chair out the way so that he can still get a good view of you on his oversized monitor. He grabs his large pillow, throws it down, and then straddles it. His face teemed with embarrassment, his skin flushing at his actions. This was beyond absurd, but he needed more, so this will have to be enough until he can get his hands on you.

He watches as one of your hands moves to play with your nipples, massaging them as you continue to grind into the toy. Taking a hard swallow, he begins matching the movements of your hand, moaning in pure ecstasy as the softness of the pillow hugs and encases the bottom of his shaft.

His mind thinks back to your porn searches, how some of the more tame ones were pillow humping. He pants, blush dusting his features once more.

“You made me do this, Angel.” He whimpered. He wondered if you would enjoy seeing him like this, riding his pillow at the thought of you. The feeling of shame turned him on even more as he rolled his hips, imaging the dips in the pillow were actually you.

“Oh, fuck-” you moaned out, increasing the speed at which you fucked yourself. Your eyes rolled back as lewd sounds escaped your throat, as your cunt began to cream around the toy. “Fuck me, ple-ase…M-mph!”

Micah rocked harder into his pillow, allowing his voice to sound out. The sweater he kept on hung lazily around his shirt, as he fisted the ends of his sleeves.

“Angel, I could be so much better than that toy…unless you’d want me to be…” Micah jerks into his pillow, his cock twitching as he thinks of you listening to him. “I’d love you so hard, Angel. Mmph-!” He bites down so hard on his lip that he tastes a tinge of metal, the cut of his canines causing his lip to swell. His hips rolled, stuttering every now and then as he attempted to hinder his rushing orgasm.

“I-I’m gonna-!” Your voice continued to invade his mind, Micah no longer focused on looking at you but the sounds of your pleasure; his headboard knocking into the wall with solid thuds as he rutts into his pillow. He couldn’t help but envision the sounds of his skin against yours, pushing you deep into his satin sheets. Your moans muffled as he pushes your head down, taking you from behind. He swears he can feel you clench around his cock instead of the constant rubbing of fabric.

“Cum with me Angel…fuck me-”

Micah’s hips still as he shoots ropes of hot semen onto his pillow, letting out a throaty moan each time he spurts. He convulses, his hips staggering as he pumps himself a few more times to chase his high. Whimpering pathetically as his mind clears, he turns to look at you, giggling and smirking at the camera. You looked so gorgeous, body glistening as you pulled the toy out of you, your pussy contracting around nothing.

“Did you enjoy the show, Micah?”

Micah practically fell off his bed, his heart dropping to the pit of his stomach as he blinked at you.

“Are you talking to moi?” He points to himself, tilting his head to the side, playing stupid. But you couldn’t help but think he looked stupidly cute.

“Of course I’m talking to you, ya’ fucking dweeb!” You yell, doubling over in laughter as he blushes profusely. Quicker than humanly possible, he jumps off his bed, discarding his stained pillow on the floor. He then begins tripping over his sweats, trying to pull them back on, but to no avail since he was panicking so much.

“Oh nah, it’s too late now.” You laughed with tears in your eyes, crossing your legs. “I’ve already seen it all.”

“How the fuck did you do that!?” Micah hissed, rolling his chair back to his desk. Embarrassed wasn’t even the proper word to describe how he felt. But he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t slightly turned on. You were watching him as you got off, and you seemed to enjoy it.

“I saw you hacking into my stuff like the little shit that you are, and changed the link to a face call you fucking degenerate.” You said, walking out of frame. You switch the camera to the one at your main PC, and put on an oversized sweater as you sit in your chair. “We’re both hackers, ya’ dumb fuck, what makes you think your little search would go unnoticed? Not to mention if you look at the dates, these are from over a year ago before I closed my account and locked all my content. I found it weird that some of the views were going up by one.” You chuckled, relishing in this moment. Micah was the one to always rile you up and say things that got under your skin. It was nice for the roles to be reversed for once.

“So what, you just gave me a free show.” Micah shrugs as he tries to play it off, but his heart is doing triplets.

“Only for the price of a recording of ‘Micah riding his pillow like a slut’.” You leer, and Micah pauses.

“You. Didn’t.” He whispers, and you nod your head in response.

“Oh, I definitely did. Hacked into your cameras and got myself a free home movie, starring Micah Yujin in Ultra HD.”

Micah smirks, a bit terrified, impressed, but mainly turned on. “Damn, caught me in 4k.” He leans back into his chair in utter defeat.

“Well I almost got caught, myself.” You admit. “It was so hard not saying your name during all that, I almost gave myself away.”

Micah smirks, leaning into the camera. You swear you can feel the warmth of his breath on your face as he enlarges on your monitor.

“Were you thinking of me, Angel?” He smirks knowingly. You chuckle, your hand hovering over the exit button.

“Goodnight, Micah.” You say, your skin steaming. You still can’t believe you’ve actively done that. You try to withhold your panic until you are by yourself.

“W-wait, wait!” Micah panics, grabbing your attention once more.

“Yeah, Mike?”

“I meant what I said.” He says softly. “About loving you.”

“Do you mean actually loving me, or fuc-”

“No.” He interrupts you abruptly, and it takes you by surprise. “I’d take such good care of you, Angel. I’d love you to the ends of the Earth if you allow me to.” He hums in admiration. “The sex would just be a plus.”

You giggle a bit. Micah was such a smooth talker, but a smooth talker who you couldn’t help falling in love with. Even if your relationship didn’t seem the most convenient.

“Words told behind a screen mean nothing to me.” You say softly, mouse hovering the “x” button one final time. Micah’s face falls slightly. “But!” You interrupt his miniature pity party, his face regaining hope again. “You have my address.”

“Come show me that you mean it, ‘kay?”

#kinktober #kinktober 2022 #micah yujin #error 143 #micah yujin brainrot #no one else will do it so I WILL #smut #fanfic #micah x reader #micah yujin x reader #probably ooc

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gumisgirl · 7 months

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So Gojo can canonically

Levitate himself and others

Teleport

Create a forcefield

Create a domain

See things we don't know( auras, energy, Xray?? Idk)

I need fanfic writers to use these please. And tag me when you do!! 🙏🛐🛐

#gojo satoru #gojo x reader #the strongest #gojo brainrot #gojo smut #fanfic #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #writers #ao3 #i want him to fuck me while floating #writing prompt #kinktober #october

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erinfern0 · 6 months

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ftm!sexworker!eddie is very good at audio porn, especially roleplays. pretending to be roughly fucked by his dom or having phone sex with a long-distance partner gets him going. especially since not many people would be comfortable dating an actual pornstar.

ftm!sexworker!eddie is an absolute switch, so his audience is very diverse and understanding of his kinks and preferences. he adores ramble posts, where he just sits in front of his camera, cleaning/organizing his toys and talks about his newest fantasies and ideas for future posts. eddie just loves to interact with his audience, creating a small, nerdy and horny community.

ftm!sexworker!eddie calls himself puppy/whore on his sub videos and master on his dom ones.

ftm!sexworker!eddie really enjoys his job and would never exchange it for anything else in the world. yeah, there are many downsides but the pros overpower them a lot.

ftm!sexworker!eddie collabs with other creators, mostly trans ones to support each other. plus, it really suits his t4t preferences!! he feels the most comfortable with people who share experiences with him.

ftm!sexworker!eddie loves to be messy with his content on porn sites. stuffing himself full of fake cum or making blowjob/handjob POV videos with squirting dildos is his favorite thing in the world.

ftm!sexworker!eddie would love to have a partner who not only supports him but also is pretty open abut their sexual life. would love to make content with them if they were comfortable enough!! if not, he'll be happy to just have them as his support behind the scenes or a cute little chat during his ramble videos!

ftm!sexworker!eddie is not only messy but also pretty clumsy, definitely has tons of bloopers cut out of his shots to just put them in a silly compilation once a month.

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moremaybank · 7 months

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SPITTING + CHOKING — r.c

pairing rafe cameron x fem!reader

warnings unprotected sex, creampie, spitting, choking, degrading, praising, language/dirty talk, mentions of squirting

kinktober masterlist ;; rafe masterlist ;; buy me a coffee

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“Rafe, fuck. Harder!”

Rafe’s bicep pressed against the column of your throat as his chokehold on you tightened. His unoccupied hand gripped your hip, pulling your ass back to him, meeting his thrusts. He pounded into you unapologetically, teeth gritted as he panted harshly.

“That’s right, baby. Take this fucking cock. Always knew you liked being punished.”

“Spit on me. Make me dirty.” You turned your head, getting a partial view of him from the corner of your eye. Your brows were pulled together, your mouth gaping when you felt him hit your cervix like he was trying to burst it open. “Oh my god.”

Rafe watched your eyes roll back, and he felt your hand clawing at his forearm. Your nails pressed into his skin, almost splitting it open when his hand smacked the abundant flesh of your ass. “Yeah? Want me to dirty you? Treat you like a useless hole to fill?”

All you could manage to release is a shaky moan, broken and desperate as you nodded. But your answer wasn’t enough to suffice. Rafe wanted more. Needed you to beg for it like it was the last thing you’d ever receive. His arm moved, and his hand gripped your throat instead. He yanked at you, pulling your head upward and causing your back to arch. “Fucking say it or you’ll regret it.”

You squealed when he fucked you harder, but you still couldn’t scramble to get the words together.

“Tell me you’re just a fucking toy to use for my own pleasure before I leave you here and finish myself off.”

You whined, finding it hard to breathe. He was squeezing your throat so hard that you struggled to breathe. “Yes, yes, I’m just a toy for you. I’m your fuck doll, you can do whatever you want to me. Spit on me, give me all of it.”

Rafe’s hand abandoned your throat and he moved both of them to your hair. His fingers weaved through your locks, and he gained a strong grip on your scalp while his hips smacked against your ass. He leaned forward, pulling your head back, and he spat onto you once, and then twice more.

“Fuck, look at you, baby. Begging for my fucking spit? You really are pathetic.”

Your walls closed in around him, notifying him of how close you were to your high. He pulled out suddenly, flipping you over and slotting his cock back into your dripping hole harshly. He choked you again, using his grasp to pull you up. You couldn’t find the strength or courage to avert your eyes from him, his heated gaze holding you hostage.

“Yes, yes, I’m pathetic. Desperate for you, for your cock,” you spoke. “Use me until there’s nothing left.”

“Fuck,” Rafe spat. He threw his head back, still pounding hard into your pussy. He looked back down at you again, grasping your jaw and using his other hand to slap your face. He alternated between your cheek and your tits, leaving your skin stinging with heat. “This’s all you’re good for, yeah? Just this tight pussy.”

You clenched at his words, your hair sticking to your sweat-ridden forehead. He pushed the strands away from your forehead, before gathering all your hair into a makeshift ponytail with your hands. Almost by nature, you stuck your tongue out for him, and he spat down onto you again, coating both the muscle and your face. You lapped up everything you could and poked your tongue out for more. Rafe chuckled darkly, tugging at your hair harder.

“Gonna cum in this pretty pussy of yours,” he grunted, cock already spasming inside of you. “You’re gonna take all of it. Understand?”

“Y-Yes, Rafe.”

“Good girl. Give me what I want ‘n then I’ll let you cum.” His hands cascaded down your body, and his hands closed around your hips. He held you in place firmly, fucking you with abandon as he chased his high. He shot his cum deep inside your pussy, pushing it further and further until he was satisfied. Then, he stuffed his fingers into your mouth, shoving them back far enough and getting them nice and wet with your spit. You gagged around him, tears brimming as he finally removed them and slid them into your pussy. “You’re gonna squirt for me, soak the fucking bedsheets. Got it?”

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chrollohearttags · 7 months

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Me patiently waiting on you to drop Reiner content cause you been going FERAL these past couple of days lmaoo.

LMFAOGEJSB! Oh it’s already in the works 🌚 that man got me in a chokehold (as he always does) and I’ve been thinking about football player reiner again so I wrote sum real heinous

#cherry’s asks 🍒#cherry’s sweetpeas 🍒🌷#reiner brainrot #reiner braun #football player reiner #and the kinktober stuff is about to be even crazier

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loweryourriskofheartdisease · 2 years

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so..currently it's kinktober ... just saying 👀😗 🗡️

#i can't get over the caressing style of the knife movement in the finale see above #i just unfollowed the tags earlier today 💔😒and look at me now 🤡😏#haladriel #saubrand x galadriel #kinktober #knife play (if it's not obvios enough)#i needed to post smth funn because suffering is no fun:p #it's their thing apparently- also #sub Saubrand! when it comes to knifeplay it seem #im in my 'brainrot with hot and bothered' phase #galadriel x sauron #galadriel x halbrand #also as we can see on the first gif besides the iconic grabbing closer thing .. the way she holds the knife hilt is ehem #im totally normal about it as you can see (randomly otherwise im a shy innocent flower i swear 😅 - maybe it's my sleep deprivation pulling #out this pervy part of me lol)#sorry not sorry you CANNOT tell me it's not hot #saubrandriel #halurondriel #?? idk how to tag them anymore:p

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Paranoid | Eddie Munson

Day Five of Kinktober

Summary: You watched Eddie make it out of the battle for Hawkins clinging to his life by a thread. Even though he has been acquitted for the crimes he was accused of, and life has gone back to normal, there is something not quite right with your boyfriend.

Pairings: Vecna'd!Eddie x fem!reader

wc: ~2.1k

Warnings: angst, fluff, nightmares, choking, fearing for your life, possession, saying love for the first time, this is happening in a universe where the upside down and Vecna exist, although this fic is pretty tame, my blog is 18+ so MDNI!!!

In collaboration with the lovely @darknesseddiem. Stay tuned for their prompts in the latter half of October!!

Dark red skies, thunder and the far off screeches of sheer horror were replaced with stark, sterile whites and blues and a symphony of beeping machines. The only purple and red that you could see were the constellations of bruises and cuts on your boyfriend’s face. His once frizzy and curly hair laid flat against the thin pillow on his hospital bed. His veins looked like they were ready to collapse with the sheer amount of needles and IVs connecting him to his lifelines. You had sat and stared at his pouty face for three days straight. He looked so small, so innocent. Hopper had come to see you the second day in the hospital. The day you were released Hopper had told you and Wayne that Eddie had been acquitted of all of the murders. You breathed a sigh of relief when Eddie finally woke up. The first thing he did was search the room for you. You cupped his face and embraced him in a soft kiss. He winced but pulled you closer. Eddie’s recovery went smoothly after that, his dedication to get out of the hospital and back to his own bedroom where you could lay beside him.

Things took a turn for the weirdest when you finally took Eddie home. As much as your own parents disapproved, you spent all of your free time at the Munson trailer, doting on both Uncle and Nephew as much as you could.

Things started off small; you would find Eddie staring blankly out the windows or up at the ceiling, but the second you would call his name, he would snap back to you and rejoin you with a crooked smile. He was touchy, almost afraid to let you go, but not for you. He clung to you for dear life while he napped on you. He always needed to hold your hand or hold your arm while you drove. He didn’t like going into the bathroom alone and you always needed to be with him for all of his appointments. He felt terrible for being so dependent but you were his lifeline. He started making you scared a month after his physical therapy was completed and he regained his strength.

Eddie was no stranger to night terrors… neither were you. Most nights the two of you retired to the living room couch to pop in a VCR to fall back asleep to, the sounds of random slasher films filled the silence you both dreaded. But you had never expected what happened the night of August third.

Your mind had been running a mile a minute, sleep overtook you slowly in the heat of the trailer bedroom. You slept restlessly, nightmares invading every corner of your mind. You had slowed your breathing and you suddenly jolted awake, eyes flicking open in horror to what you were met with. Eddie’s face was stone cold, filled with rage as he huffed only inches away from your face. His knees caged your body to the mattress with nowhere to turn your face. You felt the life drain from your face as Eddie’s vice grip around your throat tightened. He was ice cold, but sweat beaded underneath his curly bangs. You pleaded with your eyes up to him, but the Eddie you knew wasn’t there. There was no golden glow behind his big brown eyes, no glimmer of adoration like when he normally looked at you. With what little strength you had left, you wriggled your arm from under Eddie’s body and reached up to touch his cheek. Your world was going black, a vignette border closing in around the love of your life’s face. There was no time for confusion. You knew this wasn’t your Eddie. You grazed his cold cheek with the tips of your fingers and you were met with a shroud of hope.

For a split second, you saw a flash of your boyfriend’s eyes behind the strange ones you were peering into. You flattened your palm against his cheek to caress him and suddenly Eddie had recoiled off of you like you were made of molten lava. You choked and gasped for air as Eddie sat sprawled at the foot of the bed, chest heaving almost as hard as yours. When you had the strength you curled yourself onto your side so you could look at the terrified boy in front of you.

“S-s-sweetheart… I-” Eddie choked through tears. He was disgusted with himself. One moment he was asleep, dreams filled with terrible visions of the upside down; the next, he’s on top of you, his one salvation in the real world, choking you out. Your small pale face full of fear and confusion will be his new worst nightmare.

“Eddie… baby. Are you okay?” you rasped, you felt like you were yelling, but your voice was so small Eddie could barely hear you.

“Am I okay? Sweetheart…. I - I almost killed you…” Eddie whimpered. You propped yourself to your knees, then slouched yourself over towards the foot of the bed. Eddie jumped up, his lanky figure only illuminated by the moonlight coming in through the trailer window.

“Stay away from me, babe. I don’t wanna- I can’t hurt you again…” Eddie pulled at his tresses and walked in small circles. You reached for the side lamp to illuminate the terrified boy’s face. His cheeks were flushed and stained with tears. His brow fixed in a permanent furrow. He was terrified. He looked the same way he did that night that you almost lost him. Something from that day was pulling him back now. You could tell.

“Eddie…”

Your plea was met with silence… stillness. The metalhead faced the window, his lanky shoulders turned away from you. You only got bits and pieces of his frame because the side lamp was now violently flickering. You lept out of bed and stumbled over to your boyfriend; your legs still like jelly from total panic and adrenaline. You grabbed onto his shoulders and turned him towards you. You wracked out a sob as you were no longer met with glowing golden brown eyes, but milky, glazed over orbs in their place. You knocked past Eddie to his desk and stereo, frantically pressing at whatever buttons you could muster in a feeble attempt to play the newest Metallica tape that had been wedged in the machine since you and Eddie went to the big record store in Indianapolis to get it the day it was released. Finally, a release from the silence and the thrash of the music filled the room. You could feel the bass and drum beat in your chest. You studied Eddie carefully, the music doing nothing to end his trance. You let out a desperate sob, searching the room for anything else that might relieve the boy in front of you. You had no choice but to use what you had in your mind.

“Eddie… listen to me baby. I know you’re in there. Think with me. I need you to remember because you can’t go yet! There are still people here who need you - I need you!” You cup Eddie’s face and yell into him. You rub his arms and cheeks to remind him of your touch. As you speak, you run your fingers through his hair, the way he likes it - the way he likes you to do it.

“Remember the day we first met? Remember how you bumped into me crying under the bleachers because I didn’t make the cheer team?” you scoffed. “Little did I know me not getting on that team and our little interaction under the bleachers saved my life. Remember what you told me? You knocked me on the shoulder, offered me a cigarette and said ‘buck up, champ. There are bigger and better things coming for you than just the cheer team. You’re gonna leave this town in the dust, I know it’” You giggle sadly at the memory. Eddie’s expression is unchanging. You can feel him slipping.

“I remember when I realized I had a crush on you, Eddie. It was the second time I had ever stepped foot into the drama room and you pulled me up a chair right beside Gareth and you. You told me it was because you two were the pros, but I was just happy to be near you. I was so happy to see your side eye winks and little giggles at me. I loved it when you doodled on my character sheet and explained the rules of the game to me. Please Eddie. Please come back to me.” You voice shrieked in desperation. You were no longer concerned about the pain in your body, just transfixed on the love of your life in front of you. You had never said it out loud. Even though you were sure that Eddie would feel the same way about you, you were too scared of the potential rejection; but desperate times … The wind started to pick up, even though there were no windows open.

“I remember the day you kissed me.” you yelled. There was no noise but the room was deafening. “It was the valentine's day dance and I remember being so surprised seeing you in the gym. I had gone with Robin because she was too nervous to ask another girl to go with her. I was surprised because you had spent the past few days complaining about how stupid dances are. Henderson must have gotten to you because you were there - even though you weren’t dressed up much. I remember the way you looked at me when you saw me. I felt like my heart was going to explode. We spent the night dancing and laughing and giggling after you took me and Robin out back to smoke a blunt with you. You offered to drive me home and I complained about how they didn’t play the one song I wanted to hear - Changes by Black Sabbath remember? You had the cassette in your van so we parked by my house and you blasted it out the window and we danced. You looked so handsome Eddie. I’ll never forget the way you looked at me.” Your tears streamed down your face in remembrance and in fear that you’ll never be able to make memories with him again. “You asked if you could kiss me and I felt my world explode. You kissed me and it was right and from then on I couldn’t wait for you to kiss me again.” You saw a pang of hurt on Eddie’s face. His feet began to raise from the floor.

“Eddie Munson, you can’t leave me yet.” you sobbed. You pulled at his tattered Van Halen shirt to plant him to the ground. “We have too much to do… we have the rest of the world to see together. Remember? We said that once we had enough money we were going to pack up the van and drive across the country? I can’t do that without you! I can’t go on without you. I can’t kiss anyone else and I can’t love anyone else. I love you Eddie. I have loved you forever and I will go on loving you forever, so you can’t leave me yet please.” The cacophony of your pleas and sobs, as well as the blaring music halted Eddie’s departure in its tracks. The stereo wailed and the lightbulb in the lamp surged so hard that you thought it might explode. Small praises and pleas for Eddie to come back to you escaped your lips.

With a snap of your fingers, the lightbulb blew out and the stereo short circuited. Eddie dropped to his knees on the floor, his back shaking from his trembling sobs. He cried out your name over and over again. You dropped to the floor beside him, raising his face to yours. His eyes were no longer a glassy white, but the familiar chocolate brown that you thought you were never going to see again. You sobbed in relief and wrapped your arms around his neck. He grabbed onto your waist like you were the only thing keeping him alive.

“I love you… oh my god I love you so much. Please don’t ever leave me” Eddie choked into your cheek. He nestled into the crook of your neck where he sobbed uncontrollably.

“I’m here Eddie and I love you so much. I will never leave you, okay?” You felt the metalhead nod against you.

You stayed nestled on the floor until the relief of sunrise made you both feel safe. With bags under your eyes and swollen lips, you both retreated to the couch on the front porch to watch the sunshine, Eddie’s hand never leaving yours

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aninag · 2 years

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Kinktober 2022 Day 7

Breeding

Series: FGO

Saito Hajime x AFAB Master

Warnings: sexual content, reader referred to as "wife" but no specific gendered pronouns, Saito's being a wee bit possessive

If the blanket and the fire aren't enough to warm you up, you and Hajime are going to have to be more creative to fend off the cold.

Rain fell from the dark, gloomy sky. Overhead, thunder rumbled. Finding your way through the mountainside had been hard enough, but in the poor light the meager landmarks you'd set were no longer visible. Luckily, Saito found a makeshift shelter nearby.

The wooden structure had vines and shrubbery growing on top of the roof and into the windows. The wooden planks groaned and creaked as you stepped into the house. A small fire pit was in the center, with a large pot hanging over it. You squinted your eyes but try as you might, you could barely make out the rest of the room.

You walked on over to the fire pit to get it started. Behind you, you heard Saito shuffle about, most likely searching for blankets. Your hands trembled and kept dropping the lighter, but after a few minutes a small but cheery fire illuminated the room.

"Mmm. Good good. Nothing's broken in and the roof's still holding."

Saito stood in a corner, dusting a faded blanket. He caught your eye and gave a sheepish grin. Then, he threw the blanket over to you.

"Not the best, but it's the only one here," he said. "Between that and the fire, you should be able to stay warm."

You frowned. "What about you?"

He shrugged and made his way to the doorway. "The fire's good enough for me. Now, I'm gonna go and grab some firewood out back. Just go and rest up for now."

You glanced towards the window. "Hurry back. The rain's getting harder."

"What are you, my wife?" He chuckled. "Now then, I'm off."

You stuck your tongue at him as he left. As soon as you couldn't see him anymore, you shrugged off your wet clothes and boots. Mystic code or not, it was still uncomfortable with the soaked cloth sticking to your skin. You left your underwear on and wrapped the blanket around yourself. The fabric was much softer than you realized and smelled faintly of chrysanthemums. You settled by the fire to soak in the heat. Between your fatigue, the soft blanket, and the warm fire, your eyes grew heavy. Soon enough, you dozed off.

You awoke sometime later, leaning against Saito's shoulder. He'd removed his outer coat and his blazer, but kept his shirt and pants on. His shirt lay unbuttoned, revealing a few scars on his abdomen. Despite his lanky frame, he was pretty toned. He shifted, making his muscles tense and ripple. Suddenly, he started sneezing.

You sat up as he descended into a flurry of sneezes. As he calmed down, you rubbed his back. He groaned and leaned against you, grumbling against your neck. His warm breath tickled. A shiver ran down your spine.

"It'll be warmer if you get under this blanket." you offered, opening the blanket up slightly. "Come on in?"

He sighed. "Fine, fine."

He sat up straight and spread his arms out. You climbed into his lap, wrapped the blanket around the two of you, and settled yourself against him. You shuddered in delight as your skin met his. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you even closer. His fingers, cold as they were, sent ripples of pleasure through you as they squeezed soft flesh. Unwilling to let him have the upper hand, you shifted your hips and rubbed against his crotch. The deep groan he uttered went straight to your core.

"Haah. Such a hungry little wife I have."

He pressed a searing kiss against your lips. He pushed, nipped, and demanded until your lips parted for him. Your tongues intertwined as he explored. His hand cupped your jaw, keeping you in place as he drank his fill of you.

He pulled away, his eyes half-lidded and color high in his cheeks as he panted. His thumb pressed against your puffy lips. Instinctively, you sucked. His grin grew wider.

"Does my wife want something bigger to fill them up?"

He shrugged the blanket off his shoulders, and lay you on top of it. You watched as his eyes swept over the newly revealed skin. He'd called you hungry, but he looked ravenous. It made you breathless.

"Any reason why you keep calling me your wife?" you asked.

"Well, just hunkering down in this little hut with you is making me feel domestic."

His hand softly squeezed around your breast, pushing it slightly out of your bra. Your nipple, exposed to the air, stiffened and peaked. He bent down and sucked. You shuddered as you felt him lap at it with his tongue.

He hummed against your breast before releasing it with a pop. "Just a husband and wife, keeping warm in their house while the rain falls. Isn't that just nice, dear wife?"

"Saito-sa-"

"Hajime," he insisted. "That, or dear husband."

He left a trail of kisses as his mouth traveled down, down, down. His lips pressed against your hipbones as he pulled away your underwear. His index finger traced up from your slit before circling around your clit. A moan left your lips and you bucked.

"Hajime," you sighed.

"Yes my wife?" he asked before licking at your entrance. "What can your husband do for you?"

For an answer, you pushed him back onto his elbows. You sat up and unbuckled his pants. His cock pressed invitingly against the dark fabric. You tugged his pants down until it was released. It stood thick, veiny, and mildly red. A couple drops of precum glistened on the tip.

His scent was heady and thick as you bent down. You licked at the tip and your hand wrapped loosely around his cock. You felt him tremble at your touch. You sucked at the tip and stroked him. After a few moments, you took him in your mouth.

Your tongue swirled and rubbed around him as you sucked. You struggled to fit him in your mouth, his tip hit the back of your throat. Hajime's hand rested on your head. He ran his nails against your scalp as you sucked. Whenever your tongue ran against a vein, he pulled at your hair.

"My wife. Mine. Mine. Mine."

After a few minutes, he pulled you off him. He lay you down on the blanket again and spread your legs. He rubbed two fingers against your core. His eyes darkened as he felt your dripping wet cunt. Two fingers slipped in inside you. It was a tight fit, but they slipped in easily with how wet you were. He pulled the fingers out and licked at your slick.

"May I make love to you, wife?" he panted. "May I fill you up?"

"I need you Hajime," you answered. "I need you inside me."

He hooked your legs around his shoulders and plunged his cock deep inside you. You both cried out. It was snug. It felt like he was splitting you in half. You took several deep breaths, doing your best to relax. He kissed your cheek and moved slow.

"You're doing so well for me, my dear. You're so tight and soft and warm around me."

As the pain dulled, pleasure sparked in you like kindling. His length dragged against your walls as he moved. A particularly harsh thrust made you clench and buck. You lightly kicked at his shoulder.

"More, Hajime. More," you begged. "Need you. Faster."

And what was a good husband to do but listen to his wife? He slammed his hips against yours. He gripped your thigh, using it as leverage as he pounded his length inside you.

"Sweet wife, darling wife," he wheezed in between thrusts. "Let me fill you up. Let me breed you full."

You sighed, and tightened your walls. The friction was delicious. You felt so full, so stretched. You could hardly think as you babbled.

"Breed me?"

He bit his lip as his pace stuttered. His eyes grew half-lidded, and his cheeks flushed. His free hand intertwined his fingers with yours as he tried to gather his bearings.

"Yes. Breed you full with my cum. I'll keep stuffing you until it takes."

He grunted as he recovered his pace. Sweat rolled down his body as he moved. He pressed a messy kiss against your lips.

"I want your belly full with my cum. I want you stuffed so full that you'll be dripping for weeks."

You shuddered against him. "Hajime. Need you."

His hold on your thigh tightened, his nails pressing crescent bruises against the skin. "Tell me you want me to breed you, sweet wife. Tell me you want me to stuff you up."

You sobbed. His pace was near punishing now. Your walls fluttered against him, begging for release. Your entire body felt hot.

"Breed me please, Hajime," you sighed. The building pleasure made it hard to think. "Fill me up with your seed."

He fucked you even faster now. He rubbed tight little circles on your clit. You came apart instantly. The huge well of pleasure rose and crashed. Helpless in the wake of it, you let it sweep you off.

Thick, hot spurts of cum filled your cunt. Hajime continued to move as he came, pumping his seed further deep inside you. When he pulled out, you felt the thick fluid drip out.

He lay on the floor beside you. He pressed a kiss to your cheek and rubbed his hand on your belly. You wanted to turn to him, but your body still felt boneless. Your limbs felt heavy and you could hardly keep your eyes open.

"My sweet wife..." you heard Hajime mutter, his voice distant.

The blanket was unusable now, covered as it was with your sweat and cum. Still, you felt comfortable by the fire. Your eyelids began to droop. Your consciousness slipped away.

"...I'll breed you again. And again. And again."

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This was originally angstier, but I figured it would ruin the horny energy too much so I cut it out and rewrote the rest. Anyway, I hope you all still enjoy!

#kinktober 2022 #kinktober day 7 #saito hajime x reader #fgo x reader #aninag writes #non sfw #I'm really just brainrotting for manslayers in FGO #first it was Izou and now it's Hajime #this is 1 day late but whatever

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