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lostalioth · 2 years

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𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝

→ premise: the handcuffs hanging on eddies bedroom wall interested you, you wanted to know why he had them. eddie didn’t know your curiosity would lead you to begging him to use them.

→ pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

→ warnings: eighteen+, smut, begging, restraints [eddie uses the handcuffs hanging in his room], nicknames [princess, my girl, sweets], very small mention of satan and bi!eddie, a lil perv!eddie

→ a/n: 04 kinktober gimme feedback pls

Everything about Eddie Munson intrigued you from the very moment you met him sophomore year. things like his untamed curls, scared fingers from playing guitar, his inked skin. Skin littered with both stick & poke tattoos and professional ones he had done in the city. from his hobbies, music taste, and style to the handcuffs hanging on his wall.

You'd never actually step foot in Eddie's room until now. You’d been inside his trailer more times than you could count but never anywhere past the kitchen. Eddie had gotten used to your curiosity about him and all your questions. He actually found it quite cute, though he'd never tell you that.

He was quick to indulge your inquiry about what his room looked like. Eagerly jumping off the couch abandoning the movie currently playing, he grabs your hand pulling you to the kitchen. With his signature bow and a wave of his arm and a polite “after you princess” , he directs you down the dark narrow hallway. Failing miserably to hide your excitement your eyes lit up and you nearly bounced down the hall to his door. Eddie leaning up and following behind but not before stealing a quick peek at your ass as you pass. He secretly did that bow quite often around you simply to check you out. It was hard to resist, you in general are hard for him to resist or say no to. That being why he was so eager and willingly to fulfil your request.

Eddie’s room fit him more than you could’ve ever imagined. Dark and warm and filled with everything eddie. DND dice, sheets and sheets of campaign ideas and lord of rings book scattered all across his desk. Music posters plastered on all available wall space that isn't taken up by his guitars. His bed was unmade and in disarray which was unsurprising like the smell that filled his room. His cologne, the hint of weed and smoke. A smell you’ve grown oddly accustomed too and possibly fond of.

Something shiny catches your eye on the wall next to his closet, next to one of his guitars hung a pair of handcuffs.

There’s no time to stop the gears turning in your brain and the river of questions flooding out your mouth.

“Eddie, why do you have handcuffs?”

“How’d you get them?”

“Did you steal ‘em?”

“Is it a decoration thing or a kink thing?”

“Where’s the key for them?”

“Can I try ‘em on?”

Before you even noticed you had gravitated towards the shiny metal cuffs, and began playing with the latch and chain connecting each side.

“Woahhh alright slow down with the questions there sweets-“ before eddie could finish his sentence he had finally registered all the questions. Specifically the last one, you wanted to try them on. Now a thousand and one questions were going through his head. Did you wanna try it as a kink thing or a curiosity thing? Did you mean you wanted him to put them on you? And why in the hell was it making his pants much tighter all you did was ask questions.

“Is it a decoration or a kink thing?” You sighed and settled on one question at a time. Eddie shook his head trying to clear it, he walked over to you where you stood holding the cuffs. You looked so dough eyed and innocent despite what the latter half of what you were asking implied. He cleared his throat and adjusted his pants quickly. “It’s both but more of a kink thing and I thought they looked cool and kinda metal just hanging out in the open'' his voice sounded nervous and a bit shakey. The two of you had discussed sex briefly but never kinks and what either of you enjoyed. That is a line Eddie cant cross, if he knew the things that turned you on that got you riled up he'd never be able to get it out of his head. Especially if he knew he was one of things that gets you extremely riled up.

His answer made your stomach turn in a good and bad way. You felt slightly jealous of all the possible girls or guys he had used them on, but also his answer then implying he was dominant and that excited you. “How’d you get ‘em? Did you steal them?” You look up at Eddie waiting on an answer trying to hide your excitement and Eddie can feel his knees almost buckle cause he can see it. Confidence starts running through his veins and it comes across in his answer. “I might’ve stole ‘em mighta’ bought them you’ll never know princess” he smirked as he leaned in, his face much closer now to yours. His breath sent shivers down your spine, it smelt of spearmint and smoke.

“Where’s the key?” Your words came out a lot more rough and shakey then your last question. Eddie leans back and heads towards his bed, you not far on his heels looking like a lost puppy.

He pulls open his bedside drawer and rummaged through it a bit. You notice a box of opened condoms in there alongside a thing of baby wipes among other random items.he finds the small silver key, a little key that gives eddie a lot of power.

“Can I try 'em on?” You whisper under your breath suddenly, a lot less confident than when you spit it out the first time.

Eddie was rock fucking hard by now and parying to god, ozzy, satan anyone that you wouldn’t notice. Images of you laid out on his bed, face in his pillows and hands cuffed behind your back filled his head. He’s screwed, he’s so close to the edge of that line, one step and he’s over…

“Um nope!” He spits out fast and nearly rips the handcuffs from your hands, placing them back in their spot. He shoves the small key in his pocket and begins pulling you out of his room where all he can see when he looks around is all the places and ways he wants to fuck you while your hands are restrainted. This was a bad idea, very bad idea. “Well you’ve seen my room now, gave you the tour, it's small and messy, nothing special” he mumbled pulling you back towards the couch. His face flushed and very hot.

The only thought on your mind was if the handcuffs would be as tight as Eddie's hand was around your wrist and if it would feel the same.

Eddie had forced you to stay in the living room and watch the movie with him until you had to get back home to do homework. He drove you home, it was a silent ride besides his heavy breathing and your squirming in your seat, thighs squeezed together.

For weeks all you could think of was wanting to feel the cold metal tightened around your wrists, and what Eddie was capable of doing while you were restrained. Sometimes you felt cursed having such a curious mind. The thoughts made focusing harder and harder, especially around the boy that caused this. Eddie and his stupid handcuffs.

“Ah there's my girl!” Eddie beamed at Dustin and Mike who stood in front of him at his locker talking to him about tonight’s hellfire meeting when you came speeding up to him. Without saying a word you grab Eddie's wrist and drag him down the hall and out the exit behind the school where he parks.

“I’m guessing that means hellfire is canceled if our dungeon master just got kidnapped?” Dustin nervously chuckled as him and Mike stood dumbfounded, staring at the now empty spot Eddie was occupying. Mike simply shrugs, equally confused.

You hadn’t said a single word to Eddie besides “drive” and “trailer park” after you were both seated in his van. Too scared to question you he quickly starts the car up and begins driving away from the school. He was confused why you were making him go home, you knew he had hellfire today so he didn’t wanna mention it again. The both of you drove in silence until he pulled into the small grass area he and Wayne had decided as the ‘driveway’ in front of the trailer. You're the first to get out, walking around silently to his side, swinging the driver's side door open. Grabbing his hand now not his wrist and pulling him out, which was easy. He didn’t ever buckle his seat belt and even though Eddie could easily plant his feet and keep himself in place, he followed behind you letting you pull him.

You pulled the boy all the way through the front door, passed his uncle getting ready to leave. You give Wayne a polite smile and wave as you pass. “Hey sweetheart, Hey Ed’s” he greeted his nephew with a confused look not expecting him home before he headed off to work. Somehow he didn’t question you pulling his 5”10 nephew through his own home.

You hear Wayne shut the front door just as you pull Eddie through his bedroom door. The boy felt his palms get suddenly sweaty which he knew you could feel, and his heart started beating faster. He was mostly confused to start but now he was nervous, why were you pulling him into his room. He wasn’t dreaming right? Cause Eddie has had a dream like this, except that ended in things that best friends definitely don't do.

You grab the handcuffs off his wall and shove them into his chest, not dropping his hand. His eyes widen and he looks at your hand pushing the metal to him. “Handcuff me eddie, please” the sound that came out of your mouth when you said please sounded so pretty. Eddie had to shut his eyes tight and open them back up quickly to double check this was real. His adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard and squeezed your hand. “What? No sweets i'm not gonna handcuff you” he chuckled, still nervous and wishing slightly this was a prank even though your request made his cock twitch in his jeans. He shallows thickly and adjusts the collar of his hellfire shirt that feels like it's 2 sizes too small suddenly.

“Eddie, please handcuff me. Handcuff me i can't stop thinking about it” you tug on his hand that you’re holding and it pulls his body closer. Eddie tries chalking your last statement up to your curiosity even if he feels hope spark in his heart. He shakes his head no and is mumbling it over and over under his breath. the next thing that comes out your mouth makes him choke on his words.

“Please Ed’s handcuff me, handcuff me to your bed and do whatever you want to me please” you whine and tears brim your eyes threatening to spill.

Your plea lingers heavy in the air, eddies deep brown eyes nearly turn black from his pupils dilating. You wait impatiently for an answer fidgeting with the rings on Eddie's fingers.

Eddies tightrope walking the line, about ready to fall to the other side. Your glazed over lustful eyes looking at him through your lashes tips him over the edge. “Fuck it” he groans and drops your hand grabbing the handcuffs. You're quick to follow behind him as he goes into his bedside drawer to grab the small key. “Clothes on or off” he asks, his voice only a small bit more confident again.

“I told you i want you to do what you want to me” you were the one feeling nervous now as you sit on his bed. It felt soft on the back of your thighs, your skirt swaying up a bit as you sat and riding up. Eddie's pants tighten around his cock as he twitches in his boxers. “Then shirt and bra off now before I cuff ya’ princess” he leans down so his face is level with yours. You stare at Eddie as you peel your shirt off your body and unhook your bra, discarding it on the floor alongside your shirt. Eddie grunts and palms over your exposed tits, surging forward to kiss from the spot just below your ear down your neck, across your collarbone down to the tops of your breasts.

Dropping the handcuffs and key on the bed Eddie pulls away, resting his forehead on yours. “You said I can do whatever I want sweets, does that mean I can kiss my girl?” He smirked softly as his lips ghosted over yours waiting. “Please eddie, please yes” before you can continue your begging he pushes forward. His lips soft and plush against yours as you gasp softly, allowing Eddie to slip his tongue in. Years of pent up lust and yearning being released in one passionate and desperate kiss. A kiss so hard that if eddie was dreaming it was bound to wake him up. Your mouth tasted so sweet, Eddie thinks he just became addicted, you were better than any drug he could buy. Slipping his hands around your waist he pushes your body back against his bed. Sliding them then up your sides, lifting your arms as his hands slide up. He lifts them above your head.

*click*

Before you could even register it your hands are confined in the cuffs. The chain behind one of the slats in his headboard, trapping your hands and arms above your head. Eddie takes about a million mental images of you splayed out shirtless on his sheets, hands cuffed and a fucked out look already plastered on your face. he didn’t know if he’d ever get to see it again but, oh god was he gonna have fun.

Maybe crossing lines isn’t so bad after all.

→ a/n: the beginging of this was much longer than intended so there isnt much of the ‘good stuff’ but maybe after kinktober if you guys want a pt. 2 ill do one!!!

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minimoxha · 6 months

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Kinktober 2023 - the album

⌂ sᴏɴɢ three - begging

⌂ ғᴛ- Armin Alert

A/n: It’s homecoming week and i have been so fucking busy i forgot to upload the three ones i had planned so ima try to get them all out today! m sorry!

It had been a long day for armin. At work, his boss wouldn’t stop pestering him for paperwork that he already sent which caused the man more work than usual. All he wanted to do when he got home was relax but how could he do that when you looked so damn fuckable on the bed with your legs crossed and paying no mind while reading your new book.

Stealthily, he climbed on the bed and right up to your feet when you finally looked up into his pleading eyes. A giggle escaped you as you slowly opened your legs, allowing him entrance to the one place he loved to relax at. In between your legs. With haste, the blonde moved to pull your underwear down your legs and slide his fingers through your wet folds when you stopped him abruptly. He let out a noise that could be seen as a whine but he wouldn’t admit it so easily. “Hm?” Armin Gave a confused look to you, denying him the one thing he wanted to do.

“Beg. Beg for me armin.” You said, in a new dominant tone that he rarely heard when he was going to have sex. He wasn’t a really dominant person but hearing that from you got his dick harder than it already was which made his work pants look quite uncomfortable. “If you want to eat me out, beg.” A matter of fact tone coated your voice as you spoke with your hand finding its way to his chin where you held him in a tight grasp. There you could feel how strong his face was, even though it made him look like a cutie pie still.

Armin thought for a second, he could take this situation in many ways. However, he decided to do the most logical thing and move closer to where he was sitting Seiza style on the bed.

”Please Y/n. Let me have you, I need a taste of you.” Admin begged, together like a child begging for a toy from their mother. “I had a long day I just want you (Kinkname)”.

You smirked for a couple seconds before giving him a slow nod and opening your legs to let the blonde man finally have his way with you to calm him down after work. It calmed you down too 😉

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thewritersaddictions · 7 months

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Day Four: Soldier Boy + Prostitution

Your thighs slide down the pole in the center of the stage. Your heart beats as you look out into the crowd. Men young and old are all staring at you. You're only covered by frilly little green lace number, and high heels that make your ankles burn.

The music is never ending. Sounds that play on repeat almost everynight your on the stage. Nothing is better then the feeling of a man slipping a twenty into the band of thin little panties. Song play after song, and then you see him. You've already caught his eye long before you saw him. You know this face but from where you aren't sure yet. You can't see great on the stage from the bright lights, but you see him wave something in his hands.

The songs ends and you take a graceful exist off the stage. A friend of yours comes out of stage and the crowd goes wild just they did for you. " 'Jade' look here." Your manager catches your attention. Leading you towards the man that had caught your attention. " 'Jade' this is Soldier Boy, you know who he's with right?" Your manaer asks, you nod slightly.

"It's alright if she doesn't, is she open for a lap dance?" Your manager smiles slighty, "Of course anything for you Solide Boy." You walk in front of him, and into a private room. "Soldier Boy?" You ask, "The names Ben, and the rules they don't apply to me." He smirks touching my arms as soon as I shut the curtain. I swallow hard, normally I would be agasint touhching me becuase it's the rule, but something about him is drawing me in closer.

He sets the wad of cash on the drink table. My eyes follow he shuckles, "It's about eight fifity there, so I assume that it will be enough." Ben mutters his grip still strong on my wrist. I only nod.

He drags me into his lap, my pussy laying right ontop of his buldging jeans. Rough fabric against my soft skin. "Your so beauitful you know that." He mutters as his hands squeeze my ass and grind me up his bludge. "Tell me 'Jade', is that what you want me to call you while I'm fucking you?" His words make you melt into him. You shake your head, "My name… my name is uh Y/n. Call me Y/n please." You beg him, he nods a satisifed look on his face.

"Alright Y/n." He likes how your name taste on his lips, and tongue. He leans in and kisses your softly which you aren't excepting. His hands squeeze your ass and grind you harder agasint his cock. Eveything is like a fever dream, the way his lips feel and how he moans into your kisses.

You try to keep your moans quiet and low, but it's harder then you think espically when one hand is playing with your covered clit. Soaking your through your thin panites and making a mess of his jeans. "So wet!" "Are you always this wet for all the other guys?" He asks you nose to nose as he contiues to play with your clit. You manage to shake your head, "Words sweetheart." "No Ben, nobody makes me this wet." You mutter out between breathy moans. "Good" He stops his moments and then suddenlt pushes your futher on his legs keeping your balnaced while he unzips of jeans and barely pulls his cock out.

He's huge, much bigger then any guy you've dated. Or any guy here who's tried to touch you here. You can't help but stare, "It'll fit babygirl don't you worry." Ben assure you, slipping you back over his cock. Sheer, wet panties running agasint his sesnitive cock, he moans and throws his head back. You love the feeling of his cock as it nudges ever so slightly agasint your clit. Biting hard down on your lip. He's so gentle it almost hurts, it burns when he finally nudges the tip of his cock into your cunt.

You moan together. Ben at how tight you feel around his cock, and you at how full you somehow feel. "So tight and warm babygirl." He murmurs into your ear. It's aboslute heaven when he bottoms out, tip of his cock hitting your cervix perfectly.

From that point on you saw nobody but Ben, and Ben saw nobody but you.

Completed on: 06/06/23

Posted on: 10/04/23

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actuallysaiyan · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 4: Face Fucking(Need You Tonight)

warnings/kinks: jealousy, face fucking, blowjob, rough oral sex, slight degradation, smut. pairings: Sasuke Uchiha x Fem!Reader word count: 0.8k tag list: @beneathstarryskies, @ricflairdrip20, @witchofcustom, @loki-love, @xailem

Sometimes it really pissed him off to see his friends all happy and in love. He didn’t have anyone to come home to. Sasuke wants someone as well, but maybe he’s burned too many bridges to even start anything with the people he actually loves. So he goes to the bar, looking for a casual hookup. That’s when he sees you, and he knows he’s going to get laid tonight.

You’ve always had a crush on Sasuke. You were a year younger than him, and you were often following him around when he was younger. He never realized the admiration you had for him though. He just thought you were like Sakura, Ino and the other girls. Even though you clearly found him so attractive, your heart longed for him as a partner. When he finally returned to Konoha after being away from home for so long, he had tried to start something with Sakura. But she’s been happily married to Lee for a while now. Even Naruto is married to Hinata. But you were waiting patiently, though you knew that maybe your chance would never come.

Sasuke sits next to you, and you smile shyly. It drives him crazy that you still try to play the shy card with him.

“Can I buy you a drink?” Sasuke asks, and you nod your head.

It doesn’t take much more after this for him to take you both back to your apartment. A few kisses, and some uncharacteristically soft words from Sasuke is all it took to charm you. The walk back to your place is quick, but you’re already so hooked on him. You hang on to his every word as you make your way to your place. Then once you’re there, you invite Sasuke in. You feel a little timid about him seeing some of the messier spots of your apartment, but he doesn’t care.

Once inside and the door is closed, Sasuke pulls you towards him. He kisses you roughly, making your head spin. You whimper as his tongue shoves into your mouth. It’s when he pushes you up against the wall that makes you so wet. You try to push yourself onto him, but he won’t let you.

“Get on your knees” he commands. You don’t even second guess yourself, you do exactly as he wants of you.

On your knees, you look up at him. You help him unbuckle his belt and you pull his pants and underwear down past his hips. Your cheeks heat up when you see just how big he is. You had heard rumors that the Uchiha were well endowed, but you knew you’d probably never get to check if they were true. Now you were seeing it right in front of you, and you couldn’t deny just how much your mouth seems to be watering.

“Suck on my cock,” Sasuke goads, tugging you by the hair to come a little closer.

“W-wait,” you say and you swallow hard. “Give me a minute.”

He grunts but he allows you to do as you please. You begin by licking the tip, which only makes him even more irritated. Then you slowly begin sinking down on it, your tongue running over the sensitive veins on his shaft. Once you’re as far as you can take him, he lets out a growl.

“I know all about your little crush on me,” Sasuke says and you whine softly. How did he find out about this?

He bucks his hips once, and he checks on how you feel about this. You choke immediately on his girth, but you don’t stop him. It’s almost too much to watch you get used like this, but he knows he can do whatever he wants to you. Once more, he bucks his hips. You brace yourself on his thigh for the first little bit, and you slowly get accustomed to him using your little mouth for his pleasure.

“I bet you’d make a good breeding bitch.” Sasuke praises, and you can’t help but moan around his cock. “Just by the way you suck my cock so good, I can tell you’d be perfect for me.”

He grunts as he begins chasing his high. Your mouth is so wet and warm, and you keep choking on his cock and it makes your throat close around him. It’s becoming a little too much, but he doesn’t stop. Instead, Sasuke pushes a little faster and deeper so that he can feel all of you on his cock.

“Good girl,” he grunts. “You’re gonna make me cum.”

A few more thrusts, and he’s cumming hard. His eyes roll back as he fucks you roughly, and you do all you can to swallow every last drop. He fucks you recklessly, barely caring about your comfort or your feelings. Sasuke will take care of you after he’s done. He begins panting as he comes down from his high, and he finally releases you.

“I knew you’d be perfect for this.”

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and-claudia · 1 year

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Kinktober Day 4 (Sex Toys) (Steve Harrington x fem! reader)

Warnings: Minors DNI, Smut, use of vibrator on reader (both by self and by steve), masturbation, public masturbation, daddy kink, daddy steve. if I missed any let me know

word count: 1700

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I watched as the last of my dancers walked out with their parents. Steve was sitting in the waiting room, waiting until I was finished.

“Hey, I need to run my solo a couple of times. Do you mind waiting?” I asked.

“Not at all.” He said before, Janet, the director, cut him off.

“I have to get going, sweetheart. Can’t you do it tomorrow?” She asked.

“No ma’am, you asked me to cover two classes tomorrow… again.” I said as politely as I could.

“Well, just run it quickly. Don’t do it full out, I ain’t got time to wait for you to stretch and everything.” She said with a huff before going back into her office.

“Will you come help with the music?” I asked Steve.

“Yeah, totally.” He said, getting up and following me back into the studio.

I got into position and Steve went over to the stereo.

“I’m just gonna run it full out. We have less than a month until the competition, I can’t keep marking it.” I said, mainly to myself.

“Babe, you just taught the younger classes, you’re not stretched enough yet.” Steve pointed out.

“I’ll be fine. Just hit play, please.”

I was wrong. I went to do one of my leaps and felt the familiar pull on the back side of my thigh. I pulled my hamstring.

I land with a thud, collapsing dramatically onto the floor. Steve paused the music.

“Hamstring?”

I nodded from my heap on the floor.

“Will you grab my massager out of my bag real quick?” I asked, sitting up some, already rubbing the sore muscle.

“Yeah, I got it.”

I wasn’t paying attention as he walked over and squatted in front of my bag. However, I did hear him rummaging through it briefly before stopping.

“Did you find it?” I asked.

“Well… I found this.” He turned around holding my vibrator in his hand, “but I don’t think this is the right massager you’re looking for.” He teased.

“Steve! Put that away before Janet walks in here!” I scolded.

He tossed it back in the bag before grabbing what I had actually asked him for. After handing it to me he stood over me as I worked out the sore muscle enough to walk to his car.

“Why is that in there anyways?” He asked, amused by my slight flusteredness.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve told you I had one,” I said, embarrassed.

“Babe, I don’t care that you have one. I just want to know why the hell it’s in your dance bag.”

“Because if my mother found that in my room, she’d lose her mind. She knows no boundaries, personal space isn’t a thing. My dance bag is always with me or in the car. There’s no way she can find it if I keep it in there.” I explained.

Instead of commenting on anything I had just said he asked me a question.

“Can I watch you use it?”

His question caught me so off guard.

“What!?” I asked, looking at him with wide eyes.

“Sorry! That sounded really creepy! I didn’t mean it like that… it’s just… the idea of watching you make yourself feel good… it’s hot.” He said, he had a dreamy smile on his lips.

“Okay.”

“Seriously!?”

“Yeah, I mean… it’s not anything you haven’t seen before. And if it makes,” I paused and glanced towards the door to the studio to make sure no one was coming, “if it makes daddy happy, I’ll do it.”

That made him smile even more.

“How’s your leg?” He asked just as Janet walked in.

“Girl, I told you not to run it full out.” She shook her head.

“Sorry.”

“She just doesn’t listen does she?” Steve asked dramatically.

He reached down to help me up as Janet shook her head.

“He your ride home?” She asked as I limped out the door.

I gave her a small nod.

“Good. He’s a good one, Yn, don’t you forget that!”

“Oh don’t worry, she won’t.” Steve said, giving her a charming smile.

“Good! And take care of her tonight. Lord knows she won’t do it herself.” She said just as we were walking through the front door.

“Oh don’t worry, I was going to help her with her massager. Wouldn’t want your star dancer getting injured.” Steve said.

It went right over her head.

“You’re just too sweet, you know that! Well, you two have a good night!” She said, waving us out.

“You’re horrible.” I said once the door was shut and she couldn’t hear us.

“What do you mean?” He faked innocence.

“Whatever.” I laughed at him, “Are your parents home?”

“No, when are they ever?” He rolled his eyes as we got into the car.

“Well, my mom thinks I’m that I'm staying at Chrissy’s so…” I smiled looking over at him.

“To my house, then.” He said, starting up the car and driving off.

It wasn’t too long before we arrived and I found myself on his bed, putting on a show for him. Steve had hauled one of the kitchen chairs up into his room and sat it at the foot of the bed so he’d have the best view.

“Rules still hold, you don’t get to come until I say so.” He said, sitting back in his chair.

“Yes, daddy.” I said.

“Good, girl. Now, take them off and get to work.”

I lifted my ass and hooked my fingers into the waistband of my panties before pulling them off slowly. Once they were off I playfully tossed them at Steve. He caught them with ease and tucked them into his pocket without a second thought.

I began without the toy, using one hand to gently tease clit while the other came up to play with my breast.

“Take your shirt off, I want to see those perfect tits.” Steve said.

I paused my actions to quickly remove my shirt and bra before picking up where I left off. I was mainly doing this for him. Usually, I would do this to help get myself wet and make it easier for the vibrator to slide in, but the thought of having Steve watch me was more than enough to get me to that point alone.

After I felt like I had put on enough of a show for him, my hand left my clit and traveled lower to my entrance. With my other hand still playing with my breast, the other carefully worked its way in, carefully stretching the hole enough to accommodate the toy.

After a couple of minutes of that, I removed my hand and reached for the toy I had placed on the nightstand. When I pulled my hand away I could see the wetness coating my fingers and so could Steve judging by the low groan he let out.

“What setting do you want it on, Daddy?” I asked, looking up at him.

“Start low, I want to slowly watch you fall apart.” He said, adjusting the way he was sitting. He was getting hard.

I did as he said and lined the toy up at my entrance. The low humming of it was barely noticeable as I slowly inserted it. A loud moan left my lips at the feeling.

“Fuck.” Steve mumbled, “Go ahead, baby, start fucking yourself with it.”

Slowly, I began pumping the toy in and out of my wet pussy. I desperately waited for him to tell me I could turn it up. In the meantime, I brought my other hand away from my breast and down to my clit. My head dropped back at the feeling.

“Turn it up, baby girl.” Steve commanded.

With ease, I pressed the button on the bottom to turn it up a level… or two. Now the vibrations were much more noticeable. I picked up the pace of my fingers on my clit.

This went on for several more minutes before I was instructed to turn it up again. And then the cycle repeated itself again, and again. Until I was on the maximum setting.

It took everything in me to focus on continuing to fuck myself with the to and to listen to Steve and not to cum.

“Daddy, m’close.” I moaned.

“Not yet, baby girl, you can hold out a little longer. I know you can.” He urged.

“Can’t.”

I barely heard him stand up and approach the side of the bed. I felt the coolness of his watch graze my arm as he reached down and took a hold of the base of the toy as I brought it out again. His fingers quickly found the switch and turned it off completely. A cry left my lips.

“Sh, it’s alright.” He said as he carefully got onto the bed and climbed over me.

Once he was steady, he brought his hand back down to the toy.

“I got this from here, you keep rubbing your clit and playing with our tits. Okay, baby?” He asked before leaning down to press a kiss to my lips.

I could only nod.

“Good girl.” He said before turning the toy back on.

He wasted no time cranking right back up to full power. The pace he set was almost brutal. He was pounding the to into me as if it was his own cock. My fingers were rubbing my clit as fast as they could. The combination of it all was sending me flying toward my release.

“Daddy…” Was all my fucked out brain could manage to say.

“Go ahead baby, come for daddy.” He said as he continued to fuck me with my vibrator.

My walls clentched around the toy as I came hard. One of my hands went to grip his arm that was supporting himself. He slowly brought down the pace of the toy and the intensity of the vibrations as I rode out my orgasm. When my body began to relax he slowly pulled it out.

“You did so good, baby.” He said, leaning down once again to press a kiss to my lips, “We’re definitely going to be using that more often.” He teased before getting up to go get a rag to help clean me and the toy up.

day 4 tag list: (SOrry this is so late)

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dddomenstarstwst1 · 2 years

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Day 4: Lingerie — Trey Clover

Warnings: sub!Trey, dom!gn!reader, nipple play, nipple sucking, biting, praise kink

Trey was disappointed in himself, he once again couldn't stand a chance against your puppy eyes. A reflection in a bathroom mirror made him look away, too embarrassed to see himself in a deep green two-piece lingerie that you ever-so-generously bought for him.

"Trey, dear? Are you done?" He was hoping you'd fallen asleep with how long it took him to compose himself and then wear the luxurious piece. But you were still waiting for him to come out and reveal himself.

"Y-yeah, close your eyes," you chuckled to yourself, before closing your eyes. Trey sighed and stepped inside the bedroom, he tried to cover himself with his hands. "You can look now."

You slowly open your eyes, adjusting your vision, and see Trey awkwardly shifting his weight from on leg to another. He had his eyes glued to the floor, too afraid to look at you. "Wow," you barely could hold a gasp, he looked really good in what you got him. The color matched his hair and gave you a really fancy feeling.

"S-stop staring at me. This was a bad idea, I'm taking it off." You get up and swiftly approach the spot he was standing on. Your hands flied to his shoulders, feeling the soft material under your skin. You teasingly slid your fingers down to his chest, playing with the lace.

"Well, aren't you the cutest thing. Why so shy, if you already put it on? I think you look absolutely breathtaking." You let your hands palm Trey's chest that fit exactly right into the bra. You circled one of his nipples with your thumb, drawing quiet gasps from the boy in front of you.

"Your nipples are so sensitive, aren't they? Want me to play with them more?" Trey stayed silent, so you squeezed the bud you played with, hearing a low groan in return. Your boyfriend nodded, looking a bit sulky from the abuse to his chest. You moved your hands behind Trey and unhooked his bra, letting it fall to the ground.

You led Trey to the bed, sitting on the edge, "Sit," you pointed at your lap, and he carefully placed his weight on top of you. Your hand went back to playing with his nipple, pressing the flat of your tongue to the other one. You wrapped your lips around the bud, circling it with the tip of your tongue.

Trey breathed heavily, intertwining his fingers in your hair. He wanted to pull you away, but his hand only pressed you closer. You let go of his nipple with a "pop", licked your lips and went for the other one. You sucked harshly, rolling your tongue over it and sinking your teeth in the flesh around the nipple. Then again and again in different places, leaving flesh bite marks all over Trey's chest.

"I'm definitely buying you more lingerie. Hm, maybe you should wear it even in public, under your dorm and school uniform. You'd like that, yeah?" You dragged your nails across his chest, making Trey cling to you, whimpering like a slut. He shook his head, trying to disagree with your words. He desperately wanted to think it wasn't true, that he wasn't going to like this, he was just doing it to make you happy. Yet in the end...

...you were speaking the truth.

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vampyrewriter · 7 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Magnus Archives (Podcast) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Gerard Keay/Michael Shelley, Gerard Keay/Michael | The Distortion Characters: Gerard Keay, Michael | The Distortion (The Magnus Archives), Michael Shelley, The Distortion (The Magnus Archives) Additional Tags: The Spiral Fear Entity (The Magnus Archives), Canon-Typical The Spiral Content (The Magnus Archives), Pre-Canon, Trans Gerard Keay, Monsterfucker Gerard Keay, Beholding Avatar Gerard Keay, Canon Universe, It/Its Pronouns For Michael | The Distortion (The Magnus Archives), Eldritch, Horror, Vaginal Sex, Enthusiastic Consent, Not Beta Read, Mentioned Gertrude Robinson Series: Part 3 of 0zym4nd14s Kinktober 2023 Summary:

Gerard Keay doesn't expect Michael Shelley to return from his trip to Sanikov Land, but when it does Gerry knows this is not his friend anymore.

#tma #the magnus archives #doorkeay #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #archive of our own #michael the distortion #gerard keay #gerry keay #michael shelley #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #kinktober day 4

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sonnenflamme · 7 months

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Ghosttober/Kinktober Day 4: Temperature play

Ya‘ll have heard of the icy hot boys now get ready for the icy hot girls

(Feat. Mommy Lus because I couldn’t help myself)

Little warning because Cumulus promises Sunshine Aurora‘s body without asking her first, but we all know that she‘s very enthusiastic about getting filled by her favourite fellow hybrid ghoulette.

Trans Sunny because I am me.

Kinktober list by @kroas-adtam (I decided to join in on the fun, heh)

I‘ll be your goddess and you‘ll sing my praises

Pairing: Sunshine/Aurora/Cumulus

Rating: Explicit

Summary:

Aurora makes her way down to where Sunshine kneels and gets into place next to her. She pulls out her fingers and watches as the smallest ghoulette immediately pushes three of her own fingers inside.

Lus nearly screams as she feels the intense temperature difference, only enhanced by how her own skin is generally warmer than Aurora‘s.

It’s pushing her closer to the edge, and watching Sunshine clean off her fingers by licking her off of them doesn’t help in the slightest.

Read here on ao3

Tagging @ghouletteanon for ghoulette reasons and thank you @iamthecomet for encouraging me once again ♥️

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lilac-hecox · 7 months

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Title: You Wish to Hell (And I Appear)

Pairing: Demon!Anthony/Ian- Ianthony

Summary:

“W-What do you mean?” Ian asks nervously.

“Your blood, just a taste,” Anthony says, peppering his neck in a trail of soft, wet kisses, “I promise not to take too much. You just smell so good.”

“F-Fuck,” Ian breathes, “will it hurt?”

Anthony looks into his eyes, “Only for a moment, my sweet little human.”

Rating: Spicy

Warnings: Mild blood play, stomach bulge, Demons

Written for Kinktober Day Four: Teratophilia or Monster Fucking

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bucky-barnes-lover · 7 months

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Kinktober day 4: Shower sex

Moodboard. Steve Rogers

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thecandywrites · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 4- Size Difference

Sorry, another death, and another funeral to deal with. Death number 8 - 8 people in my circle of friends of familly I did not expect or plan on dying while I try to wait for THE TWO DAMN DEATHS I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR AND PREPARING MY HEART AND MIND FOR- FOR A YEAR AND A HALF SO MY LIFE CAN RETURN TO ANY SEMBLENCE OF NORMAL. I swear to GOD I'm gonna lose it.

I know, I'm practically a week late on this. But I will try to make up and I will do EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THESE because believe it or not- Kinktober is the only thing keeping SANE right now. It's practically therapy for me right now and a creative outlet that will hopefully bring peole joy and bring myself just a few fleeting moments of peace from the dumpster fire that is my life.

So, my regular readers thought I was gonna go orc huh? Surprise! DRAGONS BABY!!

Again, many, many thanks to @starsandskies for sharing Kinktober prompts.

Kinktober Day 4 Size Difference

‘I need to land’ Vivor telepathic told you when he spotted a nearby island.

You had been flying all afternoon and honestly, you needed the break too.

‘Please do.’ You told him back telepathically.

That morning, was yet another frustrating set tryouts.

Vivor was considered to be an adult dragon, slightly smaller than most males his size. But despite him being smaller, he was an excellent flyer. He had more strength in his slighter smaller frame than most dragons twice his size.

But what Vivor lacked in size, he made up for in personality, temperament and sheer beauty. Vivor the the coloring of a peacock. One of the most beautiful dragons that ever been hatched on your family’s farm.

And because of the circumstances of his birthing process, his egg got cracked and you had incubated him on your own chest when you were only a small child of seven. And now 15 years later, both of you were considered adults and because you had incubated him on your own chest, your bond with him was unusually strong than most dragon riders had with thier dragons. And dragons usually took a five year ‘wild flight’ with other flocks of dragons around the world, to really fine tune their own sense of directions around the world and map out the layout of it so they could navigate it in case they had to be carriers to deliver dragon silk, dragon flannel and dragon wool around the world.

And instead, of going along with the other dragons, Vivor wouldn’t go without taking you. So at the age of 17, you did. And for five, wonderful years, you flew all around the world and made your own maps of the whole supersphere as well as make notes of all the other dragon species you discovered along the way. It was the best years of your life so far.

But now, Vivor listened to his own instincts and came back to your home on Neveah- following the urge all native Naveahan born dragons did. To come home and settle back down, usually with mates that they found along their journeys and either come back to the farms they were born on- or could go to any number of other homes depending on which rider they chose. And depending on if that rider was part of the family that belonged to the family that took care of thier parents, or another, that's when the dragon breeders could ask their price for thier dragons from their riders besides any goods they made on their own farms.

But while many other female dragons had shown interest, Vivor had not reciprocated it and they had instead went with other males who were interested.

But what was crucial was- that he was now at the stage where he should be pairing up and finding a mate and while Vivor was on the small side, because he had come home- unpaired and unmated- practically all of the great dragon breeders of Neveah were eager to court both him and you because usually female dragons preferred male riders and vice versa. But because Vivor had chose you as his rider, it also meant that you- as an unmarried dragon rider, you and your dragon were up for grabs. You were average for a Naveahan. Naveahans were humanoid beings on the supersphere, looking "human" but not quite, in fact had many gifts and abilities most humans didn't. Like the capability for telepathy, among other things.

And for the last two weeks, you and Vivor had been invited to every dragon farm on the whole island nation that was your home of Neveah. And Vivor- even for being at the bottom of the pecking order for his clutch, was now the most highly sought after stud because of his coloring and the potential to give his offspring similar coloring. Most of the dragon farmers were practically drooling at the prospect of having dragon plated armor in Vivor's colors which would fetch an enourmous price, simply because not only would it be beautiful, but functional too.

But so far, all Vivor was willing to do was to cover a mechanical dragon, to gain his sperm to inseminate other female dragons instead of pairing with them and becoming their permanent mate which is what he had done at every farm so far. And today, he had gone to the very last one on Neveah and done the same thing. He gave their own mechanical dragon a rut while you held the sleeve to collect his sperm so they could artificially inseminate thier own female dragons when they would find their own permanent mates. And while he could demand the highest stud fee, you were frustrated and you could tell he was too. Because usually native Neveahans who had gotten married and started a family- would look for a pair of already mated and paired dragons.

Vivor and yourself grew up together and came of age together and because of your unusually strong bond, Vivor could actually read multiple languges, just like you could. Which most dragons could only 'talk' telepathically with their riders. But that was it. But instead, both of you got to see more of the world than most ever could. You rode on Vivor as he flew in flocks of all kinds of dragons while they were on their own wild flights and you learned what that flight panttern was. Because of your close connection to Vivor, you gained his sight, you could see air currents, you could see the winds and see and appreciate so much more than the average Neveahan.

But now that you were back at home and Vivor was refusing every other female he was introducted to, all you could speculate was that maybe his mate was another dragon in a moura colony somewhere. Since mouras and dragons also had a strong relationship with their dragons but while it was similar, it was also- altogether differnt too. Or maybe Vivor's mate was just somewhere else in the world that you had yet to find. And you had enough funds on your pack to literally fly anywhere and live comfortably, anywhere, even a moura colony. Which you had visited dozens of them on your five year flight, which the mouran dragons also took, sometimes pairing with a Neveahan dragon and bring it home to the colony they were born in too.

But with Vivor dismissing every other female dragon he had met yet, made you feel like you couldn't move on or settle down yourself because then Vivor would miss out and miss his chance with his life's mate, wherever she would be. But at the same time, you were actually grateful for it. Because many of the sons of the other dragon breeder families had flirted with you shamelessly while they allowed Vivor to be in the arena with all their own farm's unmated females which only led to Vivor initiating play bows but not initiating any kind of pair bonding and rejected any female who did to the point he was stuck in the middle of a circle, surrounded by the raised rears of female dragons dripping their own essences to let Vivor either breed any of his choosing or breeding all of them. But Vivor was having none of it and instead too refuge in the rafters of the pairing barn to escape them before the females noticed he was no longer in their presence.

And so to save face on your account, and especially your own family's account and for Vivor, that's how you encouraged Vivor to at least cover the mechanical dragon to bring in a stud fee and exchange a bit of his own sperm in exchange for a handsome price and the freedom to walk away.

So after the last visit to the last farm and even with no one talking to you at all, he still looked them over and "met" them but still politely refused them.

So you were just hoping that a small flight around Neveah, your home, your large island nation, and getting Vivor up in the air to fly and in the clouds, would perhaps clear his head and once he would get a chance to regain his barings, he’d be able to tell you why he was so frustrated and why he was rejecting every female dragon he had ever met so far.

But instead, he had circled the island once and then flew to a nearby, but uninhabited island, which there were many around Neveah, they were usually used for fishing bases or to gather wild fruits that grew on the islands and not on the mainland.

But he landed and you just took his saddle off and all the heavy sacks of gold and other precious treasures that were part of his stud fee along with your usual pack for day trips. But you still laughed when his whole body shook once he was free of the saddle and the load before jumped up in the air and flew to the highest point on the island, leaving you rather stranded there on the small plateau to make your camp, grateful that you had bought some food stuffs before this flight so you could eat while Vivor too advantage and ate a few seagulls that were flying around the island, so at least he got to eat himself.

But then, instead of returning to you, you felt he was letting his frustrations turn into anger as he angrily started to claw at the rock that was at the top and was using his extraordinary strength to break apart the rocks and dig into the rocky outcrop.

“Vivor? What in the world are you doing up there?” You called to him as you sat on the saddle pad and had some little bits of rubble land over your head and shoulders before looking up to see more before you got up and walked around to see him shoving entire boulders off of the sides of the plateau before they crashed into the water around the island.

‘Venting my frustratoins.’ He answered curtly which made you frown so you began to climb up the rocky cliffside that separated his plateau from yours.

“Vivor, we need to talk about these frustrations.” You insisted once you got up there.

‘No we don’t!’ He answered with a dangerous growl as he pushed a boulder twice his size with his whole body off the side.

“Yes we do! Talk to me Vivor! What is wrong? Are you really so picky that no other dragon on Neveah is good enough for you?” You asked.

‘Yes!’ He finally screamed in your head which made you clutch your head and whimper in pain for how loud his voice boomed in your head that your ears ached as if he had said it outloud. Then he abandoned the boulder to come over to you to quickly apologize for hurting you as he licked and nuzzled at your ears and head.

“Why Vivor? Why are they not good enough?” You asked him as you used his close proximity to hold his own head in your hands and look into his eyes but he put up his mental wall again and withdrew and managed to kick the boulder off off the cliffside and down onto the ground before you realized what he had been doing. He was carving out a cave, for a nest, a good sized one, out of the rockside. He chose a good site too.

“Vivor why are you building a nest when you don’t even have a mate?” You asked him but all you got in answer was him breathing his hottest dragon fire into it partially melt and the resolidify the cave which made you duck behind one of the boulders to shield yourself from the heat of the dragoon fire.

‘You should know! You bred me to! You and your people have bred dragons for characteristics and instincts right?! For thousands of years! You tell me!’ Vivor yelled again. Not as loudly as before, but definitely with much more bitterness and much more rageful and spiteful resentment in his tone than he had ever spoken with you in.

“Hey! For thousands of years Neveahns have changed our entire race and culture to support dragons, so they didn’t die out! We have fed you, cared for you, allowed you to nest and incubate clutches that are usually ten times the size as those in the wild. And while I agree, domesticated dragons do not have the same pure instincts that wild ones do- but don't the advantages outweigh the lessoned natural instincts? If your parents had followed pure instinct you wouldn’t be alive! And that's why I we picked out the name Survivor for you! Because you survived something that naturally- you shouldn't have!” You reminded him as he simply curled up in front of his cooling cave like a cat and pouted as you came over and sat within his coil and put his head into your lap and began to pet his head to soothe him because he was clearly still trying to balance the demands his instincts were making of his body with his heart and his mind and the rest of him and you could sense that he was frustrated that his instincts were telling him one thing but his mind was telling him something else while his heart, he was hiding it from you because he was guarding it closely, trying to protect himself emotionally.

“But I have never once given up on you. I have always given you every chance to succeed. I protected you from your clutchmates when you landed at the bottom of the pecking order. I never once questioned you or your actions that you were driven to do by your instincts. I let you indulge in all of them so that you can enjoy what you are. You are a dragon Vivor. One of the most special and sophisticated and amazing ones I have ever known and anyone who would judge you just based your pretty scales should know that one should not base their opinion based on their looks, but rather judge their character based on their actions." You insisted.

"And I hope that I have proved with my own choices, that I will chose you. No matter how many times I have to do it. No matter what I am choosing between, I choose you, and what is best for you. No matter what I have to do or endure to make sure you are happy and taken care of. And I would hope that you can see that I have proven with my actions that nurture is just as valid and important as nature. And we have done more together in the last five years than anyone else in Neveah has done in the last hundred. You don’t have to choose a mate here and now. Some dragons may not choose a mate until their twenties or even thirties, hell their fourties especially when they're mega dragons the size of cities instead of just slightly bigger than a horse." You tried to reassure him.

"If that’s how long it will take, I’m in. I’ll wait and it will be worth it. Because it’s your life and your happiness that is in your own hands, not mine. I’m just along for the ride, remember? Hell you don’t even have to find a mate at all! You could just continue to be a stud dragon, and that’s perfectly fine. Or if you want to fly around the world again, and see where the winds and the currents takes, us, we’ll do that too. Wherever you go, I will go. That's the way it's always been with us and that's the way I want it to stay if you want it to stay that way too." You insisted.

"Because honestly, after the last two weeks, I get it. I see it. I see how Neveahan's treat dragons like elevated horses. I see how mouras treat dragons and guard dogs. I've seen how others treat dragons as dangerous pests or auspicious blessings. But you have always been my friend. First and foremost and that's all I need. And I like to think that's all you really need from me right?" You asked, but all you got was huff but still silence.

"I don’t care to ride any other dragon than you for as long as I live. When we fly, we are not dragon and rider. You simply share your wings with me so that I fly with you. I let you have your head and chart your own courses and let you follow whichever winds or currents you want to, to either strike out on your own or follow with any flock you want to fly with. And in five years, we went with more flocks than I saw lands on the surface. And I would not trade that for anything. I flew among wild dragons as thier equal. And that's what we are, we are equals." You earnestly professed.

"That has been the way you and I have been since the beginning and it’s worked out for us and we won’t stop now. I don’t need to live here in Neveah. We don’t need to settle down here at all. Lots of dragons choose their mate’s preference of not being on Neveah over their own instincts to stay. And I can only hope that they’re happy with those decisions. We saw it the moura colonies and even in the wild." You reminded him.

"Granted I would like to come back here from time to time to reconnect with family for family reunions and all that and just in case those females produce eggs that your seed fertalized and the males were to try to reject the eggs, because that's been known to happen, I will incubate those eggs with you. It's happened with other dragon riders who own studs. Or other dragon riders who keep a lone female dragon who refuses to pair up too and the only way to let her follow her own instincts is to artifically inseminate them. If I incubated you, I can incubate your offspring with you if I have to. We would just be collecting a lot of eggs from a lot of different farms and make our own special incubation nests, but not too different than the one your clutchmates got to incubate in. And with as much as your connection has opened up my mind to the minds of other dragons, I can usually tallk to other dragons without being their rider, like the way I did with your clutchmates, especially when they would pick on you when they played too rough with you." You proposed.

"But that doesn’t change the fact that you are still my best friend in the whole wide world. You always will be. No matter what. I have your back and you’ve always had mine, both literally and figuratively.” You reassured him before you kissed his forehead and hugged his forehead as he pressed his ear to your chest, specifically to your heart so he could hear it beat. Which was always a sound he found soothing since incubation and even after hatching, he would prefer to sleep with you in your bed, with his head over your chest to keep hearing your heartbeat than sleep in the barn with his clutchmates. To the point you practically potty trained him like a puppy and he practically grew up to be a ‘house dragon’ rather than purely ‘a farm one’. And since his birth as an egg, the two of you had always been insperapble, even as you helped your parents help thier own set of dragons birth and incubate clutches of eggs together, except for this very last one when you went for your five year flight with Vivor instead.

‘But what if there is no other dragon that I could ever find who could…that I would ever…even want…’ Vivor stuttered in his words in your head.

“Then living as a bachelor and pulling in stud fees is what we can do. And we can do that anywhere, not just here in Neveah. Granted, I worry that you’ll eventually feel you’re missing out on actually having a dragon as a mate and going through the courting and mating process properly and missing out on that connection you would have with her or raising your own offspring with her instead of only giving your seed to another to add to other females so that she and her mate can raise your offspring for you if you're not there to raise them yourself in case they get rejected by the father.” You answered him.

‘But if I do that, what will you do?’ Vivor asked and picked his head up and turned it slightly to look you in the eyes.

“If you’re happy and content with whatever choices you make, I will be too. You know me. I'm easily contented. As long as I have clothes on my back, a bed roll to sleep on and food stuffs to fill my belly when I'm hungry. I don't care. I don't need a huge fancy house or farm or anything like that. Just a food and water source and the chance to buy soap when I can't make it myself to wash myself and my clothes. Becuase any man who can't respect my friendship and my relationship with you or be jealous or be intimidated by it, is no man for me. Hell they make dildos. i can ride those when I need my own sexual release and I can always just keep the sleeve I've been using for you at the other farms." You reassured him, but in a more upbeat, slightly teasing tone to try to get him to at least laugh.

But Vivor just dropped his head back into your lap with a depressed and defeated huff which got you to frown and do the same.

"Come on Vivor, just...tell me what it is. Whatever it is, we can fix whatever problem you have. I just need to know what it is first. For the last six months of our flight, you told me that you were both looking forward to coming home but you were dreading being rejected. But so far, you've been the one that's done the rejecting. You've had your pick of all the single dragons on the island and practiclaly in the world, of what we've seen of it anyway. Did you have your eye or heart on another and she got snatched up by another? what?" You asked but all you got in answer was more silence.

"Vivor, if you keep cutting yourself off from me and not talking to me. I get just as frusted as you do. I can't help you find relief from your own frustrations if I don't even know what they are. so just tell me!" You begged of him but all you got was more silence, but this time a sense of fear and his sense of rejection was the highest you had ever felt from him before.

Suddenly, you seemed to realize and connect the dots.

Vivor always withdrew from the female dragons to return to your side the moment any other had ever flirted with you. Even when female dragons had practically gotten into position for him and presented themselves to him so he could start mating immediately. He had done that ever since the two of you came back. He had been doing it- actually- his whole life. He protected you from any who tried to pick on you, but it grew from pure protection to something- much more possessive. Especially when you were ovulating. He was practically like a guard dog and wouldn’t let anyone but a family member even approach you and growled dangerously at anyone and outright wouldn’t even let you leave the confines of his coiled body around you.

“Shit.” You breathed as your eyes went wide and it seemed that Vivor had been listening to your thoughts in your head and his ears pinned back and he grimaced as it seemed, you had figured it out and immediately uncoiled from arund you to coil in the opposite direction to leave you sitting there, leaning against his side but sitting there rather dumbfounded for a moment.

“It’s me! You won’t choose a dragon mate because you want me as your mate! That’s why you’re really rejecting all the other female dragons. You're not too picky about them or their personality or the farms they belong to or where they come from or any of that! You are rejecting them because they're not me! And that’s why you won’t let any other guy flirt with me ever since my body matured enough to ovulate and in theory have enough physical maturity to start to find a mate of my own and have a family of my own. Because you were always so protective. But no, you are being possessive too!” You finally realized as you finally realized he had uncoiled from you but coiled in the opposite direction and had instead withdrew from you completely because he was fearing your rejection. He was afraid that you would take your "unusually strong" connection and view it as "unnatural".

I mean, granted it wasn't exactly common place, but there was a part of Neveah where only studs or only mare dragons and their riders resided if thier own families didn't want them on their own farms or if they wanted their independance from their larger family and thier larger farms. And usually the homes in that community, meant that the dragons themselves could either reside in the "community" barn or reside in the riders home with them. And you'd bet half of his fees that the ones whose dragons resided in the rider's home- that their relationship was the kind of relationship that Vivor was wanting- specifically with you. I mean there were all kinds of tales of riding off into the sunset with their dragons, and returning home from time to time but otherwise were happy to live on the winds and go wherever the currents took them. Or settled anywhere else they wanted to.

But his lack of denying it was enough of a confirmation for you

“Vivor!” Vive!” You got up and went around and tried to untangle him from the rest of himself to get to his head.

"Survivor Lucian Dellavega." You finally said, using his full, whole name before he finally let you have his head and wearily open his eyes to peek at you through them, but fully open them to see that you were smiling so adoringly at him.

“Why didn’t you tell me? If you had told me about this before we ever came back, I would have never agreed to take you to any of those farms to stud you out." You asked him.

"Because I thought that's what you wanted me to do." Vivlor answered.

"Vivor. I don't care what you do, as long as you are not a danger to yourself or others. That's it. That's the one rule I have about you." You reminded.

"Now, granted, studing you out is a great way for me to earn an income, but no stud fee is high enoug if it's uncomfortable for you to do and for you to give your seed to be used to artificially inseminate dragons you have no other attachementst to. It's not worth it to me if it's not something you want to do. So just answer this for me. Do you want to be a stud dragon?" You asked him plainly and simply. But he just shrugged his shoulders and gave an 'eh' for an answer like he could take or leave it which only made you laugh harder and shake your head.

"Vivor, if I had known you wanted me as your mate, we could have skipped studding you out completely. We could have built our own place on my parents farm, which seems to have doubled since we left it last, so at least the family business is good and booming. But we could simply use it as a home base but not much else. We have trade with all the other families in the Dragon Breeder Guild. And the Dragon Goods Guild. Becuase there is always a market for dragon scales for armor and to protect the trades where fire is concerned, like the glass blowers and the metal workers, from the bladesmiths, to the jewelers, to the welders to every kind of blacksmith because dragon scales are naturally immune to fire and shield against excess heat. Because of the Dragon Goods Guild- I have almost limitless supplies to all the dragon silk, dragon wool and dragon flannel to make myself a wardrobe for any and every civilizaition we've ever been to- ten times over. I don't need your stud fees to live or survive or for us to make our own way in the world unless it's something you want to do. And if it's something you want to do- then go for it. Don't let me hold you back. I'm ok with you selling your own seed, but I'm never going to let anyone entrap either of us into any situation that we both don't want to be in." You insisted.

"My family is so rich it's almost stupid. The farm can afford to keep so may pairs of dragons and afford to keep all the herds that we do to both provide meat for the dragons and ourselves. And do so with plenty to spare. Just from the sales of your clutchmates that returned with you- was enough to set my family up for at least three more generations, as if they didn't already have enough set back to ensure it for the next one hundred generations. I could ask for all the funds you can carry and use them to live abroad if you wanted to. And we can be as dependant or as independant from them or Neveah as a whole as you want to be. Because frankly, I don't care. Yeah it's my home and yeah, it's my family, who I love dearly, but I still love you more. But it's not worth losing you and your happiness over.” You reassured him as you pet his head and smiled when he still leaned into your touch before he wrapped around you and coiled around your body and hugged you so tightly it was almost difficult to breathe, but you welcomed it and hugged him back.

‘Yes, I was afraid you'd reject me and I was afraid that you would reject the idea of being my mate even though you have always been my everything. I have always loved you. At first you were like a sister, when I was still in the egg. Then when I hatched, you were like a mother to me. Then as I grew, you were both still those things yet more than those things combined. You loved me and cared for me and risked your life to save mine even when I was just an embryo in a cracked egg that without you- I never would have gotten the chance to live. And we have shared our lives together. And you are always open with me and you don't hide anything from me. And I'm sorry I've been hiding from you. I was just scared of losing you.' Vivor confessed.

"Ooh, Vivor." You cooed as you pet him and hugged him tighter but smiled happily.

'For the last five years- flying with the other flocks, but with you as still my rider, was like the best of both worlds. Still being wild but yet still having you as my friend and my one true rider. But then we came back and now, I realize, how alone I am again. I’m a dragon that my own clutch mates didn’t even want to be with. I was the outcast. But with you- I was safe. And I was in the company of a friend who loved me and cared for me. And now that we’re back, they’re all finding mates and their riders, which to me is ass backwards. A dragon should find their rider then their mate and both should be happy with their choices, not the other way around.' Vivor insisted which got you to snort a laugh.

'But it's true! I didn’t want you to be tied down to any of those other families just because of me. I know you only want me to be happy but I am only ever happy with you. While you are not a dragon, your personality and character and heart and spirit are one with mine. And I don’t want that to ever change and I can’t imagine ever feeling the way I do about another dragon the way I feel about you. And I know it goes against my nature to a degree, but…' Vivor finally confessed before you just kissed him then hugged him again.

'It's not against my nature to love you that way Vivor.' You mentally rassured him as he readily moved to lay down to hold you with all four of his limbs and his wings over you to hold you to himself, the way you used to when he was smaller than you.

“You silly dragon. Why do you think there are so many legends about dragons “kidnapping” fair maidens and flying with them off into the sunset? And those princesses to tell thier dragons to burn any who would try to take her away from her dragon?” You asked him somewhat rhetorically.

‘But dragons are always the bad guys in those stories.’ Vivor frowned but held you just as tightly as he dared so you could still breathe easily as it was your turn to put your head over his heart that you realized beat just for you.

“Not for the maidens. Just the knights who think they have more of a right to the maiden than the dragon does.” You giggled.

“Come on, I know that you know that I can get myself to orgasm by riding the saddle I made to ride you. And I know you like to think you can keep your dirty thoughts about me all to yourself but I still saw what you saw in your fantasy when you mounted those mechanical dragons, you think about mounting me instead, granted it was only bits and flashes but from what I did see, made one hell of an impression. So come on, let’s see if we can make this work in real life and not just in fantasy.” You encouraged.

With just a few careful claw marks, he had shredded your clothes off of you which got you to laugh because of how eager he was to try but he still carefully laid on his back while his cock practically shot out of it’s sheath and was already hard and throbbing as you kissed his chest as you moved backwards to line yourself up to him. You knew exactly how big he was and you ventured that the reason he stayed on ‘the smaller side' was because he didn’t want to get too big, just in case this could ever go from fantasy to reality for both of you.

You straddled him only to get the angled tip in, which was enough to pierce your entrance and start to stretch you out before you really pushed it and the head finally broke your maidenhood but the head was in and the sigh of relief from both of you was audible. You could see and mentally feel, emotionally feel all the tension and apprehension and fear and frustration melt away and get replaced with pure euphoria that you were stradling him and giving him a chance to mate with you. Or even, in your terms, make love to him, and him a chance to make love to you in turn.

You gradually worked your way up and down the shaft, your own essence and his own helping with the lubrication for this to do so but while he was stretching you to your body’s max that your canal could possibly hold but you were doing it. You were succeeding.

And the more you of his cock that you got into you, the more of himself and his mind, his heart and soul were opened up to you too to the point that your physical forms hardly mattered and seemed to fall away. It was a union of two souls, two hearts, two minds, into one on a plane that such things as physical forms didn't exist.

You had no idea how long it took but the first orgasm you had was simply like leaping over a physical hurdle to get you to a finish line that you didn’t know what was at the end, but it was something big and something that you never knew you wanted but you felt you both needed. Each orgasm after that was simply another marker closer to the end goal, that you wanted to reach as each orgasm, you were delightfully drowning in euphoria.

Finally, it was as if you were being pushed faster than your body could ever travel. You were practically hurtled to the end, just as you vaguely felt all of Vivor’s cock including the bulbous knot at the base squeeze into you and your womb began to fill with seed, so much of it, you didn’t know how- by proportion- your much smaller body was going to take it. But it was. It managed to take all of it.

But for a small eternity, you felt truly at one with Vivor in a way you had never felt before. All of yourself was connected to all of him in ways that transcended anything you had ever thought to even try to comprehend. It was a place you could only describe as like a heavenly paradise, but not of this world or physical realm. It was both like the euphoria of flying in the auroria borialis with the heavens spread above you while watched the sunset below you. But instead of the heavenly expanse surrounding you- you were in it. And it came from within instead of being something to be experienced outwardly.

When you finally came back into your own body, and regained your own consciousness within your body, you woke up to find that you were still laying on Vivor but you were in the cave he had carved out. Your gear and saddle were between Vivor and the back of the cave wall. It was raining hard outside, with strikes of lightning and booms of thunder, which you were pretty sure what prompted you to wake up in the first place and somehow, the next day. Or so you imagined since your stomach was the first to remind you that it had not gotten a chance to eat in way too long.

Somehow, someway, between the encounter yesterday and this momsnet now, he had pulled out of you to release his seed which laid in a pool just outside the cave. And the bits of your shredded clothes were haphazardly put over you like a blanket while your heart laid over his chest, over his own heart while your body splayed out over his chest and abdomen. His arms were wrapped protectively around you and his legs, were propped up against the cave wall while his tail laid between his body and the mouth of the cave while his wings were partially extended, also covering you up to keep you both warm, and safe.

‘Well hello there, sleep ok?’ Vivor asked once he mentally noticed you were waking up as you lifted your head to look around and take in your surroundings for a moment.

“Yeah, I slept…better than I ever have before. How long have I been asleep?” You asked as you folded your arms under your chin to look up at him only to see him grin. It was the same, satisfied, somewhat smug but pleased and content grin that you had recognized his parents always wore after copulation. And if this was the norm for sex with dragons, you didn’t think how sex with any other being could ever compare. It was the single greatest experience of your life, well, so far anyway.

‘Me too.’ Vivor smiled, his pearly white teeth almost blinding as were yours as you both giggled before you crawled up the rest of him to sit at the base of where his long neck met his chest and kissed him on the snout before he stuck his tongue into your mouth which got you to giggle before you sucked on it and tried to slide yours alongside his which only elicited an exciting rumble in his chest as his hand came to rest behind your body to hold you up so he could stick more of his tongue into your mouth, careful not to put too much into you for fear he’d choke you.

‘Lay down.’ Vivor urged you before you laid back on his chest as Vivor let his slick tongue taste down your body which got you to mewel and writhe over him before his snout dug into your womanhood and he inhaled deeply before his tongue speared what his cock had done the day before.

His tongue could taste the remnents of his own seed, but the taste he was most excited to taste was you. He had seen his fair share of couples copulating in the barns before, and knew males could put their mouths at the female sex and do something with their tongues that brought the females pleasure. And he wanted to do the same with you.

Much to his great reward to suddenly see and feel how much pleasure his own tongue could do to you as he twisted and moved it in and out of you before finding the same spot with his tongue that his cock had found the evening before and scrunched up his tongue inside your canal so that a portion would rub against it while the middle of his tongue rubbed against your clit had you keening and grabbing ahold of his own fingers since his hands were carefully wrapped around your waist to keep you there while your thighs squeezed his face since he had his mouth open wide enough that none of his sharp teeth would ever touch your delicate skin and hurt you- while your knees hooked behind his horns while your ankles dangled behind his ears.

This time, when you came, your canal seemed to gush a special pheromone thick mucus that he greedily slurped up and only made him hunger for more.

“Please Vive, please, please, I can’t, it’s too much, please!” You whimpered and begged as your body was on the verge of overstimulation but just when you thought you’d go crazy, the second orgasm flooded every fiber of your being and Vive got his entire tongue coated in your nectar to the point, he had to pull it out to swallow it off of his own tongue which only prompted you to snap your legs shut the moment his mouth was closed so that he couldn’t go for round three- not before you could recover from it first. Your sex was buzzing and tingling and your brain was practically drunk with love and lust as you rolled over, only to see that he had made a mess on his own belly which you decided to go tease for tease and lick what few drops were still hanging from the head up which made his cock bob and Vivor shudder which made you lose your balance and land chest first into the pool of his seed on his belly before you slipped off of him onto your side onto his wing.

‘Fuck! Are you ok?!’ Vivor jerked but you just started laughing because you were completely covered in it before you stepped outside into the rain.

‘Sheba what are you doing?’ Vivor asked as you stood in the rain and welcomed the warm rains before you tried to wipe his own seed off of you with your hands before Vivor got into your ruck sack and found your bar of soap and tossed it to you so you could at least bathe in the rain before he came out into the rain and tried to wipe his own mess off of himself which prompted you to scrub his softer belly scales clean before a lightning strike nearby sent you both back into the cave for safety as you used what was left of your shredded clothes to dry off before you got your special quilt out- that you had made for the two of you to sleep on when you were on that five year long flight. You put that down on the floor of the cave so you could sleep comfortably again that night before you got the last of your food from your pack since you had yet to really eat that day, but were happy to lay naked but dry within the coil that Vivor always wrapped himself around you.

‘So now what?’ Vivor asked you.

‘Whatever we want to Vivor. We got enough coin we could head back, get proper supplies like we did five years ago. And then- let’s just see where the winds take us. I can tell my family that you still need more time to fly around, and either find a place that’ll accept us as we are, or we find and make new home, just for us, wherever we want. Or- we do a blend of the two. Come back every two and a half years. If you still want to be a father. We can still stud you out. Then we can do our own thing until it's time for the females to lay their eggs and if any of your fertalized eggs gets rejected, then we can incubate them and raise them as our own on my family's farm, since we'll get the most support there. Or if you want to stick to the single stud area, we can do that too.' You answered him back with your mind.

'Two and a half years thing, just in case any of my fertalized eggs gets rejected by any other male. And let's try that. And if none get rejected, I don't want to take any eggs from any parents who would love them, no matter who fertalized them. But just in case any of them gets rejected, incubating eggs with you sounds like a dream, even if you didn't lay them yourself.' Vivor decided.

'Then that's what we'll do. Honestly I was hoping for that too. You'd be an excellent father, and even if other eggs that you didn't fertalize, if any eggs get cracked, we can always get called in to help incubate those too. All we need is to coat them in more mucus and then wrap them put patches of dragon silk over the cracks to further stabilize the eggs but it would keep the eggs seperated enough that if any egg were to go bad, it wouldn't devestate the others, and we could simply remove it and dispose of it since it had already died, but we could do so with clear conciences that we did everything we could to save it and at least try to give it a fighting chance to make it.' You smiled as you pressed your forehead to his and nuzzled your forehead to his as you could feel how happy and content you both were, and fully and completely at ease too. Which was really wonderful.

‘Gods I love you.’ Vivor cooed to you.

‘Love you too. Want to go again?’ You asked.

‘Yes!’ Vivor practically cheered before you got on all fours and presented your rear the same way you had seen female dragons do for the males.

‘Now that is the ass that I’ve been in love with.’ Vivor cooed as he licked from your clit up your ass, up your back, to your shoulder and your neck before his tongue wrapped around your throat while his cock slid up your backside and then once your legs were wide enough and with you guiding his cock back into your canal, which now welcomed the sensation of being filled to being exquisitely stuffed. And to your mutual delight- the same series of events as last time happened, you and Vivor reconnected and you had never felt more loved, connected, understood, appreciated, desired, wanted and cared for on every level possible in every way concievable in and ways you never could have imagined.

You looked down to see his cock bulge your belly as he drove into with much more force and vigor and zeal than you imagined you had ridden him with the day before, but not in any way that could hurt you but he was eager to see just how much and how far he could physically go with you. You didn’t know how your body could take him, but you didn’t care. This felt so good and so right and you didn’t care where you had to go or what you had to do to support yourself and care for Vivor when he wasn't supporting you and caring for you too.

But Vivor was your mate and you were his. And that’s all that mattered.

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