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fuckmeupeds · 2 years

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Unholy

Pairing: Eddie x Steve

CW: blowjob, anal, spit as lube (don't be dumb, use real lube), idk basically porn without plot

Word count: 1.6k

A/N: HI I'm brand new to writing smut and have never written Steddie so please be nice. Also credit to @pitifulbaby_ on insta for the photo, she's amazing and this photo along with the song inspired some uh...unholy thoughts...

Anyway smut under the cut.

Steve grasped the wheel tightly in his hand, knuckles turning white as his foot pushed down on the accelerator. He didn’t have a plan when he got into the car, he just knew that he had to be away from the house, away from her. Before he even realized, he was pulling into Eddie’s Auto Body and Paint. He let out a heavy sigh as he got out of the car and slammed the door, storming into the garage.

“Shop’s closed,” he heard from underneath one of the vehicles.

“Yeah I know. I was hoping you’d make an exception,” he said, his voice thick with frustration.

Eddie slid out from beneath the car, sitting up on the creeper as he wiped his brow with his forearm.

“Harrington,” he said as a slow smirk spread across his face. “What’s wrong, another spat with the missus?” He rose to his feet, wiping his hands on his coveralls.

Steve glared at him, devastatingly gorgeous with his hair tied back into a loose bun, a few escaped tendrils framing either side of his face. His coveralls were tied around his waist and the white tank underneath accentuated his arms as he crossed them in front of his chest.

“Yeah, actually. Not that it’s any of your business” he said. The frustration in his voice was already starting to melt, Eddie’s presence had that affect on him. He stood there staring at the ground, absentmindedly picking at a loose thread on his sleeve.

Eddie crossed the garage and was in front of him in a few long strides. He reached out a grease stained finger, hooking it under Steve’s chin as he brought his face up to look him in the eye.

“You know I’ll always make an exception for you, Stevie.” With that he brought his mouth down to meet Steve’s, lips crashing together as he ran his tongue over his mouth, asking for entrance. Steve obliged, hands running up Eddie’s arms and gripping his biceps as the kiss deepened. Eddie’s hands were at his waist as he walked the other man backwards until he was backed up against one of the cars in the shop.

Eddie broke the kiss and moved his lips down Steve’s jawline, sucking bruises into his neck, grasping a handful of his hair to pull his head back, exposing more of his throat. The taller man let out a whimper as his hips started to move against Eddie’s.

“Needy, are we?” he asked, smiling against the skin at the base of Steve’s throat.

“Shut up, Munson. You know why I’m here,” he huffed. The fact that he was already breathless took the bite out of his words.

“I know exactly why you’re here,” he said with a cheeky grin as he grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it off over his head, tossing it to the side. “You’re here because you want me to do unholy things to you, don’t you?” he asked, big brown eyes staring up at the other man through his long, dark eyelashes.

“Please,” Steve whispered.

“On your knees.”

It was a command spoken with such authority that he didn’t think twice before dropping to his knees, sliding Eddie’s coveralls down his hips, hands fumbling with the fly on the jeans he wore underneath. Palming at the growing bulge straining against Eddie’s boxers, he looked up and they locked eyes.

“You know what to do.”

With that Steve freed his cock from his boxers, the full length bobbing in front of his face. He wasted no time, licking a broad stripe up the thick vein running up the underside of his shaft and taking the head into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the head, flicking the sensitive spot underneath before bottoming out, nose pressed into the dark patch of curls at the base of his cock. He couldn’t help but moan at the taste of him, the vibrations sending a shock straight up Eddie’s spine.

“Good boy, just like that,” Eddie hissed as he snaked his hand through the other man’s hair at the back of his head. He used the leverage to start fucking into Steve’s mouth, feeling him gag slightly with each thrust. “Juuuust like that,” he encouraged as he felt his throat relax around him. He picked up the pace until he was fucking Steve’s mouth relentlessly, spit pooling at the corners of his mouth. “So good for me,” he said breathlessly as he pulled Steve’s head off his dick, hooking a hand underneath his shoulder to pull him back to his feet.

Eddie pulled him in for another searing kiss, tasting himself on Steve’s tongue. “You want me, big boy? Want me to ruin you?”

“Yes, need it, need you Eds,” he whined as he rutted his hips against his thigh, desperate for any kind of friction.

He took pity on him, easing his zipper down and pushing his jeans down around his thighs along with his boxers. He wrapped his hand around his thickness and Steve let out a desperate moan as Eddie’s thumb swiped across his slit, gathering the precum that had already begun leaking out and using it to pump his shaft a few times.

“Turn around,” Eddie breathed, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth before spinning him around and pushing him down so his chest was against the hood of the car, caging him in with an arm on either side of his, kissing his way down his spine. “Know what you need. Gonna make you feel so good baby,” he murmured softly between kisses. He raised a hand to Steve’s mouth. “Spit.” He did as he was told and Eddie lowered his spit covered fingers down to his hole, spreading the wetness as he rimmed his tight ring. He gently pushed one broad finger into Steve’s entrance, soothing his other hand up and down his back as he let him adjust to the intrusion. As he heard Steve’s breath even out, he began to slowly pump in and out.

“Fuck, Eddie. So good,” he panted. “More, please.” He gasped as Eddie obliged, adding another finger, brushing up against his prostate with each thrust. He was falling apart against the hood of the car, head hanging as he began to push his hips back into Eddie.

“You ready baby?” Eddie asked and as he nodded, Eddie withdrew his fingers. Steve whimpered but before he could fully process the loss of contact, Eddie was pressing his broad head against his entrance. He swiped it up and down a few times, his own precum mixing with Steve’s spit. He slowly pressed in, breath catching in his throat as Steve’s hole opened up, allowing him in. He gave the other man time to adjust to his size, gradually pushing in inch by inch until he bottomed out, hips flush with Steve’s ass. “You good?” he asked.

“Yes, ‘m good Eds. Move, please,” he pleaded.

With that, Eddie withdrew almost all of the way and then snapped his hips back into him.

“FUCK yes, just like that oh my god,” Steve panted.

“Yeah? ’S that what my baby needed?” Eddie’s voice was rough and gravelly as he thrust into him, his hips setting a relentless pace.”

“Yesss,” Steve hissed. “Needed you so bad, always need you.” He was falling apart around Eddie’s dick, struggling to get the words out between breathy moans.

“I know. That bitch wife of yours just doesn’t know what she’s doing, does she? Doesn’t know how to take care of you, hmm?”

“No, not like y-“ but he was cut off by his own moan as Eddie’s hand reached around his hips and fisted his dick. “Oh fuck,” he whined as Eddie started jerking his cock up and down, rubbing the palm of his hand over his leaky tip with every upstroke. He set a pace with his hand that matched the thrust of his hips, the tip of his own cock hitting Steve’s prostate each time.

“‘M close Eds,” he said, voice higher than usual, neediness taking over.

“Yeah baby? Taking my dick so fucking well. Gonna be a good boy and cum for me?” His free hand grasped onto Steve’s hip, rings digging into his flesh, gripping a little tighter with each thrust. Steve was sure there’d be bruises but he didn’t care.

“Yesss,” he whined. “Gonna cum, so fucking close.”

Eddie leaned down until his mouth was against the shell of Steve’s ear. “Cum,” he whispered.

With that one word Steve came undone, pleasure washing over him as rope after rope of cum came spurting out of him, hitting the garage floor. He moaned as Eddie picked up his pace, both hands on his hips now, head thrown back as he chased his own release. A few more pumps and Steve felt him pulsing inside of him, emptying himself into his ass. Eddie collapsed down onto him, both of them panting heavily, Eddie running his hands down Steve’s arms until their fingers were entwined. They stayed like that for a moment and with a gentle squeeze, Eddie released his hands, ran his own down Steve’s sides down to his hips, and slowly pulled out of him.

Eddie smacked him lightly on the ass. “Better?” he asked with a smirk as Steve turned around to face him.

Steve rolled his eyes. “Shut up, Munson” he muttered as he pulled him in for a kiss.

“Not on your life, babe. You know where to find me next time you need a release,” he said with a saucy wink.

Another eye roll from Steve. “Yeah, yeah,” he huffed but they both knew damn well it was only a matter of time before he was right back here getting hot at the body shop.

#steddie #steddie smut #eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie munson smut #steve harrington smut #mechanic!eddie #top!eddie #bottom!steve #pwop

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pinkpintolesbean · 2 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 山河令 | Word of Honor (TV 2021), 天涯客 | Faraway Wanderers - priest Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Wen Kexing/Zhou Zishu Characters: Wen Kexing, Zhou Zishu Additional Tags: lovemaking, Moonlight, Wenzhou - Freeform, BL, danmei - Freeform, PWOP, wen with white hair, Post-Series, Oneshot Summary:

Zhou whimpers and sighs, legs lifting, one hand pressing to his mouth, gnawing on his knuckle. It takes a moment, but he murmurs, “Lao Wen...I’m…please….” Wen immediately understands. He kisses him, long and slow, savoring his taste. “It’s okay,” he murmurs. “I’ll do whatever you need.”

#word of honor #wenzhou #pwop #oneshot #fanfic #woh #faraway wanderers #fic #moonlight lovers

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zombiemollusk · 11 months

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i've seen pwp stand for "porn with plot" ("plot with porn" also works) and "porn without plot" ("plot without porn" goes untagged generally)

should we come up with something to make the second one stand apart from the first one, like pwop? or is the confusion funnier as it is?

#my vote's on pwop because it's clearer and sounds funny but i don't claim to be objective #fanfiction #pwp #(discussion of it; no actual pwp in this post sorry)#pwop #writing #zombie talks #pronouncing pwop out loud as a word also makes me want to do the same with pwp #but it sounds like something else when i do that

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inevitably-johnlocked · 1 year

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Hey, Sorry hope you're doing well and had a Merry Christmas!! I was wondering if you had any long porn fics?

HEY LOVELY!

LOOOOL OOOOPS it's been a bit hahahah sorry about that :P I'm horrible, LOL, mainly because I was actually initially getting TOO literal with this ask and reccing all my E-Rated fics, but it became too daunting and long.

I know you asked for "Long Porny Fics", but I hope you don't mind if I use your ask to push out a list I've had semi-ready for awhile! Please check out the other suggested lists, and as always, friends, please add more fics if you got them :)

PORN WITHOUT PLOT

See also:

PWP / Smut

Other Kinks

Oral Sex / Blow Jobs

Comeplay

Short PWP Under 15K

Porn With Plot

Erotic Beyond Belief by bloodsoakedleather (E, 748 w., 1 Ch. || Autofellatio, Masturbation, PWP, Anal Fingering, Shameless Smut, Establish Relationship) – John watches as Sherlock demonstrates a particular talent. Part 1 of Johnlock Porny Ficlets

John Will Never Know by bloodsoakedleather (E, 775 w., 1 Ch. || Fantasy John, Masturbation, PIning Sherlock, Sexual Fantasy, Rimming, Cock Sucking, John’s Red Pants, Pants Sniffing, Coming in Pants, Mild Kink) – Sherlock indulges in a spot of self gratification with the aid of a stolen pair of red pants. Part 2 of Johnlock Porny Ficlets

Tied by beejohnlocked (E, 1,029 w. || PWP, Bottomlock, Bondage) – Sherlock ties John up and rides him.

Booted by Sexxica (E, 1,175 w., 1 Ch. || Trapped, Kidnapping, Handcuffs, Biting Kink, Blow Jobs, Coming in Pants, Tight Spaces, Humour, Smut, 69 Sex Position, BJ’s Through Pants) – John and Sherlock have been kidnapped, handcuffed, and stuffed together in a car boot. How come they can never take these situations seriously? Part 3 of the Tumblr Ficlets Gone Wild

Riptide Lover Remix: Firsthand Research by jinglebell (E, 1,779 w., 1 Ch. || Merfolk AU || Merman John, Interspecies Porn, Subtle Masochism, Huge Cock, Size Kink, Anal, Domination, Rough Sex, Prostate Massage, Forced Orgasm, Prostate Milking, PWP) – A Riptide Lover spinoff in which John is the undine. Sherlock is arse-fucked by a merman on an abandoned dock. He loves it. A companion piece to Riptide Lover.

Undercurrents by entanglednow (E, 2,996 w. || Disturbing Things, Crime Scene Fetish, Pseudo-Necrophilia, PWP, Masturbation) – “There, that's it, perfect, shut your eyes and don't move - and don't speak."

Apodyopsis by QuinnAnderson (E, 3,347 w. || PWP, Rough Sex, Table Sex, Anal, Sexual Tension) – Apodyopsis: (æpəʊdaɪˈɒpsɪs) noun. the act of mentally undressing someone. Part 2 of Undressed

Well Begun Is Half Done by Avice (E, 3,897 w. || Virgin Sherlock, First Time, Anal/Oral, Seduction, John in Charge, Pining Sherlock, John’s Penis, Bottomlock) – Sherlock is putting together an elaborate plan of seducing John. John grows tired of waiting and takes matters into his own hands.

See Recipe for Details by pandoras_chaos (E, 4,981 w. || Oral / Anal Sex, Food, PWP, Fingerfucking) – John knows Sherlock’s mouth will never water over the sweet smells of baking chocolate biscuits or a lovely roast chicken, but he’s watched Sherlock nick mince pies out of Mrs. Hudson’s fridge often enough to deduce that the man does have taste, albeit confusing and obscure. So John makes a list: Things Sherlock Likes

Strings by EstherShapiro (E, 5,267 w. || Virgin Sherlock, First Time, Massage, Friends to Lovers, Fingering, Anal, PWP) – Sherlock wakes his doctor up. Was this weird? John was sitting on his bed, late at night, rubbing his hands over another man’s body? That was supposed to be weird, right? Then again, this wasn’t just some man, it was Sherlock. They were so used to each other that John didn’t even think to question it. It wasn’t weird.

Excerpts from Purgatory by reapersun, what_alchemy (E, 5,829 w. || Post-TRF, Doctor John, Reunion Fic, Rough Sex, Angry Sex, Bottomlock, Fic with Pics) – John serves community service in homeless shelters for chinning the superintendent. Unbeknownst to him, the Homeless Network has his back.

Cadet Holmes: A Detective Undercover by Talizora (E, 6,388 w., 1 Ch. || Military Kink, Public Sex, Homophobia, Captain John, Gay Sherlock, PWP, Case Fic) – Sherlock took a deep breath and reached out to lightly brush his fingers across the heavy fabric of the uniform. The shudder that rocked through his whole body was entirely involuntary and hateful. He needed to get over this reaction fast because if he was this affected by an empty uniform on a bed how would he deal with being surrounded by fit men wearing the uniforms while they got hot and sweaty. Part 4 of the My Tumblr Ficlets and Drabbles series

A Kiss and a Cuddle should be Sufficient by Evenlodes_Friend (E, 6,853 w. || Gay Sex Club, Fake Relationship, PWP, Orgies, Rimming, BJ’s, Violence, Case Fic, Voyeurism) – Going undercover, Sherlock and John pursue a vicious killer to a gay group sex party. Not unexpectedly, things get a little out of hand. Set after Baskerville, but before the Fall.

Onomatopoeia by aquabelacqua (M, 6,904 w.|| Sherlock POV, First Time/Kiss, Chair Sex, Hair Pulling, Dirty Talk) – Something is the matter with John. Sherlock is determined to figure out what it is. Mark his words.

Caught In The Act by ShirleyCarlton (E, 7,009 w. across 6 stories || Est. Rel, Voyeurism, Character POV’s, Mastrubation, Switchlock) – This is a series of six scenarios written from the points of view of six different people as they accidentally walk in on Sherlock and John having sex.

The doctor is in by PlainJane (E, 7,581 w. || Omegaverse || Sex Therapist, Anal, Hand Jobs, Frottage, Virgin Sherlock) – Sherlock is a young alpha with an aversion to his cycle. John is a gender medicine specialist. Nothing could possibly go wrong... Part 1 of Doctors and detectives

Caves in the Mountains Are Seldom Unoccupied by starrysummernights & TheMadKatter13 (E, 7,925 w. || Were-Creatures, Werebear John, Pseudo Bestiality, Rimming, Dub Con, Rough Sex, Come Inflation / Eating, Size Kink, PWP, Bratty Sherlock, Rutting) – “This isn’t something to play at, Sherlock,” he snapped. “If it doesn’t work out- what you’re asking of me- we can’t shrug and say 'oh well, at least we tried'. If we do this… I could seriously hurt you. Do you understand? I could lose control. I could… I could kill you.” (This one is... REALLY REALLY kinky, heavy dub-con warning)

Fucking Cake by Random_Nexus (E, 12,965 w., 1 Ch. || Pre-Slash, Humour/Crack, Inanimate Object Smut, Frottage, “For a Case” / “Experiment”, PWP / Kinky, Mutual Pining, Fluff) – Sherlock brings home a chocolate cake, John finds him about to have sex with said cake, then exceedingly weird hijinx ensue. Part 1 of "Fucking Baked Goods" - Sherlock BBC

A Cure For Boredom by emmagrant01 (E, 81,665 w. || Dirty Talk, Threesomes, Light Dom/Sub, Sex Club, Experiments, Anal, Mildly Dubious Consent) – They'd never talked about sex in the year they'd known each other. Well, that wasn't quite correct: Sherlock had never said a word about sex; John had bemoaned his personal dearth of it on many occasions.

31_Days_of_Porn_Challenge_2017 Series by distantstarlight (E, 96,540 w. across 31 stories || Prompt Ficlets, Assorted Kinks, PWP) – A collection in response to the 31 Days of Porn Challenge issued by AtlinMerrik! Thanks for doing that because this has been buttload of fun (that joke never gets old). All stories will be brief stand-alone one-shots.

#steph replies #johnlock fic recs #pwp fics #pwop fics #my fic recs #e-rated fics #smut fics

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duhnova · 2 years

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banging my head against a wall at this fucking story (i’ve never cheesed so hard writing smut before 🧍🏻‍♀️)

#— [ 💭 ] nova thoughts #when i tell you it’s pwop ITS LITERALLY PWOP #we’re just getting straight into it y’all #this will definitely be a shorter piece but it’s definitely spicy 🥵

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logsdrawsthings · 7 months

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petition to change the pwp tag on ao3 by separating it into to pwop and pwip

#fanfic #ao3 tags #ao3 #i think it would be funny #and also helpful #but mostly funny #i mean come on #pwop and pwip are objectively hilarious even without saying them out loud

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vauxxy · 3 months

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SECOND THAT

luke castellan x reader

★ “i’m restless, i’m wrestling with the song that you love, it’s been stuck in my head”

ABOUT - luke castellan is the only one at camp who sees right through your perfect and poised persona; and all he wants is the satisfaction of ruining it.

WARNINGS - smut, mentions of choking, both the reader and luke are TERRIBLE but luke is much worse lol, swearing, written from the perspective of a deranged luke, penetration, only loosely proofread.

A/N- i have NEVER written and posted smut before EVER. like i get close but i never go all out. so… no hate guys 😘 also i feel like this is a bit ooc for luke so just pretend he’s actually insane and terrible guys!!! if you ignore his incoherent ramblings, it’s PWOP sooo… anyways this might be the first and last time i ever write smut who knows

luke castellan is no amateur when it comes to pretending to be something else. growing up, the only thing that mattered to luke was receiving praise or recognition for being ‘great’ or ‘honourable’ or whatever.

when you live your whole life pretending to be a perfect person, you kinda start to believe you really are a perfect person.

and if everyone you meet also believes you are indeed a perfect person, what’s the harm in continuing to pretend?

at the end of the day, both parties gain something. you get the validation and acclaim that you truly deserve, and they get a role model they aspire to at least halfway resemble.

luke is the sweetest guy at camp- everyone loves him. and he deserves it, doesn’t he? he deserves their praise and love and respect. gods, he should be rewarded for pretending to be so admirable for so long. he’s entitled to it.

you, on the other hand? you don’t. you don’t deserve an ounce of the praise luke has worked so hard to receive.

to luke, you’re vermin. behind your polite smiles and sweet words, there’s darkness. there’s an evil lurking within you- he’s sure of it.

he sees it during early morning sparring sessions, watching from the wings while you tactfully dodge every attack that comes your way. and when you eventually falter, he sees how your eyes turn cold and your smile fades.

he sees how you take a shaky breath, brushing yourself off with your bony hands before flashing a toothy grin. he feels nauseous when you extend your arm out to shake the hand of your opponent- because how the fuck can they believe your little act?

your gentle kindness and bashful charisma is so obviously fake. of course, he’s not pissed that you’re acting; everyone at camp is acting to an extent. but you’re going all out, and he can still see through it. what pisses him off, is that nobody else seems to recognise how truly malicious you can be.

maybe it’s because you’re pretty. luke is no stranger to getting special treatment based on his appearance, and neither should you be. maybe that’s the whole basis of your appeal. it seems to be the only thing holding your pathetic little facade together, considering your sloppy acting skills.

if you were ugly everyone would be able to call out your bullshit straight away, and then he wouldn’t have to worry about sharing the spotlight. honestly, the only reason why everyone loves you so much is because half of them want to fuck you, and the other half want your attention or approval- not that it’d be worth anything.

it was the last week of spring, meaning only the year-rounders and a few of the older kids were at camp. you just graduated high school, and arrived at camp early.

of course, you just had to return to camp prettier, taller, more confident, and with a fancy college acceptance letter. maybe you were much smarter than you let on- but it became very apparent that your intelligence wasn’t the reason you got accepted into NYU once he learned what you were studying.

“oh, i’m getting a degree in art history,”

seriously? art history? that’s gotta be the funniest thing luke has ever heard in his entire life.

“really? why art history?” he asks politely, watching your every move as he awaits your dumbass explanation.

you shrug cheerfully, looking around at the few other campers scattered around in a tight-knit circle as they wait for you to tell them about your ‘lovely’ 18th birthday and ‘eventful’ senior year.

“i don’t know, my mum works with a lot of artists, so she said it’d be a good conversation starter,” you say cheerfully, as if it wasn’t the stupidest thing to ever exit your mouth.

luke can’t help but let out a little giggle, before instantly lowering his head to offer some non-verbal apology. but to his surprise, you laugh along. “yeah, i really wanna score a job at the MET or something. i don’t mind either way,”

luke nods politely, letting the conversation continue without interrupting with a snide comment or unsolicited laughter.

he plays along as the conversation continues, pretending he doesn’t want to grab you by the throat and push you against the wall, demanding you to confess. demanding you to tell the fucking truth; that you’re a manipulative sycophant who’s bound to end up in rehab for getting addicted to designer drugs.

why is he the only one that sees you for who you truly are? gods, if he knew any better he might be charmed. you were naturally picturesque- or at least you seemed to be. the way that you were sitting on the grass with your hair draping over your body; you looked gorgeous. but you always look gorgeous, that’s your best quality after all.

of course all of camp half-blood was fooled- you were to pretty and kind to be lying. maybe it was better to let them keep on believing that you were this perfect image of a girl.

but he’d still appreciate the satisfaction of seeing you for who you are- seeing you in your rawest form.

and then suddenly, he saw it. some athena girl asked you if you wanted to go on a run with her later, to which you politely declined. of course, you kept your composure, told her that you had to take a nap, offered her a sympathetic smile and a ‘maybe next time’. but she didn’t see the way your eyes rolled to the back of your head as soon as she looked away.

luke was astonished. you really were getting sloppy, huh?

and yet, nobody else saw it. nobody else saw the look of disgust on your face as soon as she finished talking. he was seething- how on earth could everyone be so blind?

luke looks around at the group of people surrounding him, his eyes darting back to you ever 5 or 10 seconds. they all look at you with awe- as if you’re the most precious thing on earth.

fuck that. he was going to put you in your place.

a few hours pass, and it was finally time for everyone to walk back to their cabins.

luke spots you walking alone to your cabin, your face dimly lit by the moon as it shines over the camp. he’s so overwhelmed with anger, he couldn’t fathom caring about the consequences of whatever situation he was about to put himself in.

he quickly catches up to you, meeting your walking pace as he shoots you a friendly smile.

“hey, y/n. you got a minute?” luke asks, still adorning that charming smile. you smile back at him, nodding your head ever so gently, as if it would fall off if you moved it too fast. like a rusty elvis bobble head bought 1976 that resides on the dash of your grandmother’s busted car.

“yeah, why?” you hold your hands behind your back as you walk beside him, slowly approaching your empty cabin. luke shrugs his shoulders. “oh, i just had a little question. mind if we talk in your cabin?” he asks.

you nod, opening the door for luke and letting him walk through. you close the door behind him, before leaning your back against the wall. luke stands in front of you, his cheery demeanour vanishing as he crosses his arms.

“why the fuck are you such a little bitch all the time?”

you furrow your brows, mirroring his posture as you cross your arms defensively. “excuse me?”

luke rolls his eyes, letting out dry laughter as he looks you up and down. “you heard me,” he adds, watching you anxiously begin to pick at your lips with your freshly manicured fingernails.

“do you have a problem with me or something?” your whole body feels tense as you continue picking at your lips, your eyes locked onto his.

“yeah, i do have a problem. i’m tired of your little ‘nice girl’ act. it’s getting fucking annoying,” luke scoffed, taking a step closer towards you. your eyes darken, before shaking away your hostile expression.

“are you sure you wanna do this right now, castellan?”

“is that a threat?”

you pull your fingertips away from your lips, shifting your weight to the other side of your body as you cross your arms once more. you let silence fill the room before finally speaking up.

“listen, luke. everyone pretends to be someone they’re not. you and i just tend to do it more than others-“

luke cuts your off, taking another step forwards. “fuck off, we are not the same.”

you roll your eyes, banging your head against the wall as you groan irritably. “so what? are you gonna go around spreading cheap lies about me now?” you ask tiredly. luke shakes his head, slightly shrugging his shoulders.

“nah.” he replies curtly, his voice blunt and expression vague. “mkay, then what the fuck is your problem?”

luke takes another quick step forward, tightly holding your chin in his hand as he lifts your head to face him. “you’re my fucking problem.”

you let out a dry laugh, staring into his eyes as you attempt to intimidate him. “you’re such a loser.” you whisper, refusing to fight back against the way he’s gripping your face.

he stays silent, biting his lip as he looks over your form. “and you’re a brat.” he retorts.

“are we just going to keep throwing insults back and forth all night, or are you gonna explain why you’re so obsessed with me?” you ask playfully, cupping his face in your hand as an attempt to patronise him.

luke is stumped. to be fair, he is entirely obsessed with you. and he has been for years now. and now he has you cornered, watching your weak attempts at asserting dominance over him.

luke was over it.

suddenly, luke leans in, harshly pressing his lips against yours. you retract your hand from his face, pressing it against the wall as you feel his body moving towards you.

he wraps his other hand around your neck, only gently gripping it as to not alarm you.

luke is surprised by how you sink into his grip, pulling away to see your closed eyes and swollen lips. when you wipe your mouth and look at him with those hauntingly innocent eyes, he’s almost fooled.

you scoff, smirking as you tear away from his grip and take a few steps back. “is that all you wanted?” you say confidently, watching him turn around to watch you carefully pace around the room.

he shakes his head, groaning quietly as he walks over to you once more.

luke purses his lips, trying to suppress any sense of genuine attraction to you. but when his eyes gaze over to your red lips and flushed cheeks, he can’t help but let his mind wander.

“if you’re done, you can leave, castellan.” you say irritably, leaning against your bed frame.

it goes straight to his dick when you call him that, especially when your voice sounds so hoarse and cocky. he feels as though he’s finally accomplished what he’s been yearning to do for years now. he’s seeing the real you.

he couldn’t dare squander this opportunity now.

he pushes you down onto your bed, watching how your hair flows over your newly made bedsheets as your head hits the pillow.

“but you don’t want me to leave, do you?” luke says lowly, hovering over your body as his hand hold your wrists together above your head.

“i don’t care what you do, castellan.”

luke groans, pressing another rough kiss against your lips. you kiss back for whatever reason, and your firsts relax within his grip. it was almost as if you got off on the idea of someone calling out your bullshit. or maybe you got off on the idea of somewhat hating your guts. either way, luke knew you were more than eager to continue.

he let go of your wrists, before biting your bottom lip. your mouth opens slightly, offering entry to his tongue, deepening the kiss.

you hand cups his face, while the other grips his shoulder. after a few moments, he pulls away and begins sucking at the skin of your neck, leaving purple marks on your delicate skin while you let out hoarse whimpers.

his hands begin to fiddle with the fabric of your shirt, causing you to push his body forwards as you position yourself to sit on his lap. you take off your shirt, throwing it away as you run your hands down his back.

luke looks down at your chest, growing more aroused at the sight of your lacy little bra. it’s as if you knew someone was going to see it.

you feel a hardness growing from under his jeans, poking against your upper thigh as you slowly grind against his lap. luke let’s put a low moan, continuing to bury his face in your neck.

“i fucking hate you,” he growls, gripping the sides of your waist with his hands as you move against him.

“don’t care, take off your shirt,” you demand hurriedly, running your fingers through his hair as you tilt his head up to look at you.

luke rolls his eyes, before taking off his shirt. he quickly presses another series of harsh kissses against your neck, fiddling with the clasp of your bra as you push your chest up against his. you giggle softly at his incompetence, before he finally unhooks it and ravenously pulls it from your chest.

luke pushes your body backwards onto the bed, trailing kisses down from your neck and onto your tits. you let out a quiet moan, before biting down onto your hand in order to stifle the sound. his large hands knead your left breast, while the other grips the area just under your right breast, resting on top of your ribcage.

luke’s hands slowly move downwards, hip thumb tracing circles against the side of your hip as you gently grasp onto his hair. his fingertips gently pull down your shorts, leaving you in only your underwear.

he rubs his thumb over the wet fabric, before tilting his head to look up at you. “pathetic,” he mutters, smirking at your flushed faced. you groan, burying the back of your head further into the pillow as your back arches involuntarily.

luke’s thumb massages your clit from over the soaking fabric, watching you squirm in response. he lets out a dry laugh, before pulling down your panties and tossing them onto the floor.

“luke…” you moan quietly, closing your eyes as your hips jerk into the mattress. his fingers trace your wet folds, before letting his thumb rub circles against your clit and forcing two fingers inside of you.

you whimper before pursing your lips, rolling your head around as he slowly pumps his fingers in and out. he quickens his pace, pressing down harshly against your clit while beginning to suck on the skin of your upper thigh.

luke holds down your hip with his free hand as you begin to squirm.

suddenly, he stops.

you look at him with a confused expression, your face red as he pulls his fingers out. he chuckles at your disappointed face, before taking off his pants and boxers. you stare at his length unashamedly, biting down on your bottom lip.

“so fucking needy.” he says lowly, his voice horse as he softly begins to continue massaging your clit. you moan, feeling your back arch as he positions himself in front of your legs. he forcefully spreads them open as he teases your folds with the tip of his erect member.

you let out a little whine, your voice trembling as you try to move your hips against his length.

luke rolls his eyes at your poor attempts at penetration, before slowly pushing his cock into your entrance. you let out a breathy, high pitched moan, your hands eagerly gripping your bedsheets.

he gradually pushes in the entirety his length, continuing to rub circles into your clit. luke tightly grips your waist as he begins to slowly pull out, before jamming himself back in. you let out a breathy yelp as you body moves with his thrusts.

like continues relentlessly pushing in and out of you, massaging your waist as his thumb gradually increases the speed of its attack on your clit.

you try to steady you breathing, your face flushed as lukewarm continues to deliberately overwhelm your body.

“mm… luke, i’m gonna…” you mutter, your hips jerking upwards. he smiles at you, amused by how blissed out you look taking his cock. “so soon?” he teases, rapidly moving against your body.

you let out a stammering series of whimpers as your back arches upwards, feeing yourself suddenly release. luke grins, continuing to rub circles into your clit as he rides out your orgasm.

luke slowly retracts his thumb, repositioning the hand to gently grip your hip. he begins to slow down his movements, before quickly thrusting into you repetitively. you squirm, the movements of your hips constrained by his grip.

suddenly, he pulls out, releasing onto your stomach. see? he was a gentleman.

luke gazes over at the girl he just reduced to a panting mess as he stands up and puts his clothes back on. he smiles at you as he zips up his jeans, before kneeling besides you as you turn your head to look at him.

“i wont tell anyone how fucking pathetic you are, don’t worry, princess.”

you nod, staring at him as he continues to look at your defenceless body. “such a pretty girl,” he hums, cupping your face in his hand before kissing your forehead.

he reaches over to your discarded underwear and gently pulls them up your legs, the gesture acting somewhat as a peace offering. he takes a step back, simply taking in how endearingly stupid you look.

you slowly sit yourself up, grabbing your camp t shirt and putting it on. “goodnight, luke,�� you choke out, your voice hoarse and breathing shallow. he nods, smiling softly as he turns to walk away. “night, princess.”

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