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Director's Cut

starring…pornstar!Eddie x pornstar!Reader x pornstar!Steve

Summary: You watch an advanced copy of the x-rated slasher film featuring you and your favorite new co-stars.

CW: description of porn on film, smut, v. fingering, oral f!receiving, blow job, deep-throating, piv sex, exhibitionism, semi-public heavy petting, perv!eddie and perv!steve, voyeurism, corruption kink, dirty talk, bets of a sexual nature, slight degradation (one use of ‘slut’), one spank, orgasm denial/delay, mocking, soft dom!eddie, threesome, f!masturbation, swearing, horror themes, mention of/allusion to violence and murder, semi-dark content 18+ ONLY MDNI

WC: ~5.8k

A/N: This story switches back and forth btw “real life” and scenes from the movie that reader is watching, so to avoid confusion all movie action and dialogue is in bold.

Inspired by the prompts horror films & hormones from the 31 days of Spooktober by @littlexdeaths and Bets/Dares from @strangerthingskinktober

The video tape slid out of its plastic sleeve and into your palm, a satisfying weight in your hand as you admired the colorful cover with your picture on the front.

Spiked Bat Productions had been kind enough to send you an advanced VHS copy of your upcoming movie, alongside a dozen long-stemmed roses and a thoughtful note.

Working with Steve and Eddie on their latest project had been a dream come true — so much better than your previous experiences with other big-name directors who just pumped out the same tired drivel over and over (no pun intended).

The two men had made a name for themselves as popular performers in the wild and indulgent porn scene of the late eighties, but over time had grown bored and disillusioned by the lack of imaginative scripts that came their way.

Driven by a similar creative vision, the friends had moved into writing, directing and producing their own x-rated movies — gritty films that had exploded in popularity and propelled them to new heights of fame within the industry.

The men’s unique take on the erotic, blending themes of horror with provocative imagery, was unlike anything audiences had ever seen before — their specialty being ‘slasher porn’ as Eddie liked to call it.

Most of the actresses you knew would have given their eyeteeth to be featured in one of Steve and Eddie’s films, but the men were very selective about who they chose to star in their projects.

You had been honored when you were cast as the lead actress in their latest movie, Scream For Me — a naughty spin on horror tropes of the eighties and early nineties.

During the shoot, Eddie and Steve had been very supportive, raving about your performance and predicting the role would turn you into a household name. They’d also hinted at the possibility of a sequel, the prospect of which made you very excited.

After turning down the lights to set the mood, you popped the tape into your VCR and settled down onto your bed in one of the cute lingerie sets you wore whenever you were feeling a little flirty. You glanced over at the pillow beside you where you’d laid out your favorite vibrating wand in anticipation, its batteries all charged up and ready to go.

Getting off to your own movies was a secret pleasure and not something you admitted to a lot of people. There was just something so irresistibly hot about watching yourself fuck on film, especially when you had such handsome and talented co-stars.

You always strived to remain professional on set, but Eddie and Steve were definitely the hottest actors you’d ever worked with — in all honesty, you’d developed a bit of a crush on the charming duo.

The chemistry between the three of you had been undeniable; while filming your scenes, you’d had no issue getting into the action and making things look real. In fact, all of it had been legit — none of your orgasms had been simulated.

Giddy with excitement, you reclined against your pillows and pressed play on the remote control, fast forwarding through until you reached the opening credits. The thrill of seeing your name flash across the screen in big, bold letters was something that never got old.

Of course, you didn’t use your real name in any of your movies. Professionally you went by ‘Honey’ — a name that must’ve suited you well because Eddie and Steve had teased you at the audition, saying you looked much too sweet to be starring in one of their films.

Your audition and chemistry test with the two men had been a whole other story and you smiled fondly at the memory as you watched the movie’s opening scene unfold:

The screen faded in on Steve and Eddie, sitting together on a bench in the shade of a large, leafy tree that grew near a building that looked a lot like Hawkins Community College.

The two men were dressed in their customary attire — Eddie in black denim and leather while Steve wore a faded pair of blue jeans and a comfy sweater. It was a sunny fall day and a scattering of colorful leaves decorated the ground in a picturesque autumnal display.

Steve was absentmindedly thumbing through a newspaper with the headline “Masked Killer Strikes Again” while his companion enjoyed a leisurely cigarette as he watched the passersby.

Right on cue, you approached on the path, carrying a stack of books in your arms and seductively swaying your hips in a way that captured the long-haired metalhead’s attention.

“Don’t even bother,” Steve muttered under his breath when he noticed his friend not-so-subtly checking you out. “A goody-two-shoes college girl like that is way out of your league.”

“Oh ye of little faith.” Eddie tilted his head as he made a dramatic gesture in the air with his ornamented fingers. “You never know, maybe she’s into guys with a bit of character.”

He raised his eyebrows up and down at Steve, who scoffed over his paper. “Not a fucking chance.”

“You don’t think she’d like my hair?” Eddie jokingly flipped a swath of messy curls over his shoulder causing Steve to snort with derision.

“I highly doubt it. If you can get a girl like that to give you her number, I’ll do the dishes for the rest of the week."

Eddie grinned, watching out of the corner of his eye as you stopped to pick up some books you’d dropped on the ground. “Prepare to become well acquainted with the kitchen sink, my cynical friend.”

The metalhead jumped up from the bench and jogged to catch up with you, tossing his half-finished cigarette to the ground as he bent to pick up one of your fallen books.

“Hey there, haven’t seen you around here before.” He smiled, still slightly out of breath as he held out your worn copy of The Town That Dreaded Sundown.

You took it from his outstretched hand, surveying him with a frown and clutching your other books tight to your chest.

“I’m the new minister’s daughter. We just moved to town a few weeks ago,” you replied in a haughty tone, looking him up and down as if you weren’t impressed by his leather jacket and wild, long hair.

“Oh yeah, what’s your name?” Eddie eyed you like a wolf encroaching on an unsuspecting lamb, seemingly not at all put off by your snooty demeanor.

“My name’s Suzy, but all of my friends call me Sweetheart.” You smiled and fluttered your lashes, then looked down at the ground in a charming display of shyness.

He teasingly bit his lower lip then extended a hand for you to shake. “My name’s Eddie, but you can call me whatever you want.”

Watching in your bedroom, you kicked your feet and giggled at the sight of Eddie shamelessly flirting with you on-screen.

It had been a lot of fun playing a demure, goody-goody type of character for once. Even your wardrobe had been a nice change of pace from the usual sort of clothing you wore in your films, a much more modest and less in-your-face kind of style.

You had to admit you looked good — the short skirt and fitted white blouse showed off your body just enough without revealing too much right away. The guys really had an eye for the little details that would titillate an audience.

On-screen, Eddie smiled.

“Well Sweetheart, since you’re new in town why don’t you come over and watch a movie at my place tonight. I have a feeling you and I could be very good friends.”

“I don’t know.” You bit your lip, eyebrows pulled together with worry. “I heard there’s a deranged killer on the loose. It’s probably not a good idea for me to go anywhere with a stranger, especially on Halloween.”

A charming smile crinkled the corners of Eddie’s dark eyes as he placed a hand over his heart, his expression disarmingly sincere. “But we’re not strangers anymore, now are we? Don’t worry Sweetheart, you’re safe with me.”

That seemed to soften you up a little because after a bit more back and forth, you finally agreed to the movie, writing down your number and handing it to him on a slip of paper.

With that settled you turned to head home, clutching your books to your chest with one hand and using the other to wave goodbye to him over your shoulder. Eddie wiggled his fingers at you then stood frozen on the path, hypnotized by the sway of your ass as you walked away.

Once you’d disappeared from sight, he returned to the bench, waving your number in front of his roommate's face in show of victory.

“She’s coming over tonight. Better get some moisturizer ready for those dishpan hands.”

Steve shrugged. “That’s fine. Just seems like a waste of time to me. You won’t get anything more than a peck on the cheek from a girl like her — if you’re lucky.”

“I see you’re underestimating my powers of seduction once again.” Eddie quirked an eyebrow, smiling in amusement. “Girls like her always pretend to be good until you give them a taste of what they want, then they’re like putty in your hands.”

Steve rolled his eyes with a groan. “Oh right, like you're suddenly Mr. Casanova. Are you forgetting the fact that you barely ever got laid back in high school?"

Appearing unbothered, Eddie chuckled. "Well, if you’re so sure I'm gonna strike out, why don't we make things a little interesting?”

Steve narrowed his eyes in challenge. “Ok, how about this — if you can get to third base with her tonight, I’ll do your laundry for a month. If you can’t, then you do mine.”

He extended a hand and Eddie appeared to pause and consider for a moment before reaching out to shake it, a sly grin dimpling his cheeks. “You’ve got yourself a deal, Stevie boy.”

But a few moments later, Steve’s forehead creased in a frown and he held up his hands as if to call a time out. “Hold on. How will I know if you’re telling the truth? If you take her to your room there’s no way for me to know what really happened.”

“Well, I could swear on my honor?” Eddie offered, eyes wide in an attempt to appear trustworthy and honest.

Steve shot him a withering look, unimpressed. “I don’t fucking think so.”

“You wound me.” The metalhead pretended to clutch at his chest as if he’d been stabbed, but Steve wasn’t buying the dramatics. Not when a month of Eddie’s dirty laundry was on the line.

“No, it has to be where I can see. In the living room,” Steve asserted, crossing his arms in front of his chest with finality.

“Ooo, that’s kinky Stevie. I like it.” Eddie winked with a devilish grin. “Challenge accepted."

He stood up from the bench, gesturing for Steve to join him. “Come on, we’d better head home and make sure we’re stocked up on laundry detergent — I’ve got a pile of dirty socks with your name on it.”

The next scene opened with a shot of you standing on the front steps of a house, timidly looking around before you reached out to ring the doorbell. You were wearing the same outfit as before but it was dark outside, a full hunter’s moon hanging bright in the sky above you.

A group of trick-or-treaters ran past on the sidewalk and you turned to watch as they rushed by in a swirl of colorful capes and glittery tulle, tittering over their bulging treat bags filled with candy.

The wind rustled a nearby pile of leaves as the front door behind you slowly swung open with a drawn out creak. When you turned and saw a fearsome, fanged creature jump into your line of sight, you screamed in bloody terror.

Steve pulled off the werewolf mask he was wearing and held up his hands in apology. “No wait, I’m sorry. I thought you were one of the trick-or-treaters.”

A few seconds later Eddie approached from inside the house with a playful frown, knocking his roommate on the arm with his shoulder. “Trying to scare off our new friend, Steve? That’s not very nice.”

After an abashed Steve retreated into the house, Eddie gave you a sympathetic smile then lowered himself in a majestic bow. “My sincerest apologies. Welcome to our humble abode.”

He gestured for you to follow him inside, leading you into a dimly lit living room where Steve was already sitting on one end of a worn-looking couch.

Eddie plopped down on the other end, patting the seat next to him in the middle.

“Right here, Sweetheart. Hope you don’t mind but Steve wants to join us for the movie.” He winked. “Don’t worry, he doesn’t bite.”

You shrugged your shoulders, causing your braless breasts to jiggle a little under the thin material of your blouse as you looked between the two men. “No, that’s fine. The more the merrier, right?”

“Right,” the men answered in unison, giving each other a sideways grin as you sat down between them, daintily crossing your legs in your very short skirt in an attempt at modesty.

Eddie got up and walked over to the TV stand, rifling through a pile of video tapes before selecting one and kneeling to put it in the VCR. “Hope you like scary movies, Sweetheart. This one’s pretty gruesome, but don’t worry. If you get scared you can just grab onto me.”

After he sat back down, you moved closer to snuggle into his side. It was dark in the living room, the only light coming from the glowing television screen.

“Did you guys hear about the couple who were murdered while making out in their car last night, just a few blocks away?” you asked, sounding a bit nervous as you watched the opening credits.

[The screen flashed to a gory scene of a young man and woman with their throats slit in the backseat of a car]

“No,” Eddie answered quickly, glancing over at Steve and then back to you.

“They say the killer is targeting young men and women who are sexually active,” you added timidly, eyes widening with fright.

Eddie turned to look at his roommate with a bright smile. “Good news Steve, that means you’re safe.”

“Shut the fuck up, man.” Steve picked up one of the throw pillows off the couch and tossed it at his friend, then looked at you in exasperation. “He's just being a dick — I get dates all the time.”

You nodded and gave him a sympathetic smile.

Eddie chuckled as he wrapped an arm around you, letting his hand linger just above your knee. “Don’t worry your pretty head, Sweetheart. This house is locked up so tight even the devil himself couldn’t get in.”

“— or out,” Steve added with a smile as a shrill scream sounded from the TV.

You visibly shivered, moving even closer to Eddie.

As the three of you continued to watch the movie in silence, Eddie’s hand started to creep a slow path up your thigh, eventually stopping just shy of the hem of your skirt. When his pinky slipped under the material, you snuck a quick glance at Steve then giggled nervously, pushing it away.

The metalhead leaned in close, letting his lips brush against your ear. “C’mon Sweetheart, don’t tell me you’re shy. This whole innocent thing you’ve got going on isn’t fooling anyone.”

“But your roommate’s here,” you answered in a hushed voice, furrowing your brow. “What if he notices?”

Eddie looked at Steve who was pretending to be absorbed in the movie. “Nah, it’s ok. See, he’s not paying us any attention.”

You let out a quiet giggle, inhibitions fading as Eddie’s soft lips brushed against your cheek and his insistent hands moved to start fiddling with the buttons of your blouse.

“Just turn and keep facing me,” he instructed. “He won’t notice a thing.”

A few seconds later a distinct scraping sound cut through the near-quiet of the living room and you abruptly pulled away, grabbing onto Eddie’s wrist as your wide eyes darted to the dark window a few feet away. “Did you just hear that? It sounded like something was scratching on the glass.”

“That was nothing,” he soothed, roughly grasping your chin and turning you back to face him. “It was probably just the wind.”

“Oh, ok.” You giggled once again, fear dissipating as he leaned in close, soft tongue parting your lips in a hungry kiss. Releasing a sigh, you ran your hand along the length of his denim-clad thigh, your fingertips inching ever closer to the visible outline that creased his jeans.

Not tearing your eyes away from the screen, you reached for your vibrator and flicked it on, bringing it under your panties and sighing with a mix of pleasure and relief.

Watching Eddie kiss you slow and deep in the movie was really turning you on. It looked so much hotter than you had imagined — though you weren’t surprised. He was an amazing kisser.

You hadn’t minded at all when he’d insisted on doing several retakes of your kissing scene, his plush lips pressed to yours over and over, just to get it right.

On-screen, the obnoxious smacking of your lips caused Steve to give up on his farce of watching the movie, turning his head to stare as you and Eddie made out on the other end of the couch.

“Still not third base,” he grumbled under his breath, just loud enough for Eddie to hear. Then he crossly folded his arms in front of his chest, a sour look darkening his face.

Unbeknownst to you, Eddie took the opportunity to flip his roommate the middle finger behind your back, then resumed his efforts, trying to undo your blouse. Once he was successful, he pulled your shirt open, parting the material with a throaty growl of triumph as he gazed in wonder at your perfect bare breasts.

With his eyes locked on yours, he brought a finger to his lips as a sign for you to keep quiet. Then he lowered his head, kissing a messy path down your chest as he cupped one of your breasts in each large hand.

“Shit, Sweetheart,” he mumbled against your skin, eyes heavy with lust. “You’re so fuckin’ hot.”

He switched his attention back and forth, licking and sucking, alternating with the pads of his thumbs to massage whichever nipple wasn’t currently occupying his mouth.

“Tits like an angel,” he groaned, pulling back to tease one of the firm buds with the tip of his tongue, flicking over the stiff peak while gazing up at you with smoldering eyes.

In the movie you let out a quiet whimper, a sound that echoed in your bedroom as you held your vibrator on its lowest setting over your clit. You had wanted to take things slow and edge yourself during the movie because the build up of your climax was always better that way, but as it turned out, that was easier said than done.

Watching Eddie worship your breasts was so hot, you could barely hold yourself back. Even better, you remembered every moment of how it had felt while filming the scene. You sighed as you watched his skilled tongue swirl slow circles around your nipples, the memory of the sensation sending goosebumps trailing over your skin.

On-screen, Eddie pulled off your breast with a slick smack of his lips then swiped his thumb over your nipple, its surface shiny with his saliva in the glow of the television screen.

When you let out a breathless sigh and shivered, he looked deep into your eyes. “Get on your knees facing me.”

You quickly complied with his gruff command, glancing over your shoulder at Steve, who once again appeared not to be paying you any attention.

Suddenly your eyes shot back towards the window when you heard the same loud scratching noise as before. You were just about to say something to warn Eddie, when you were distracted by his hand sliding up your thigh and disappearing underneath your skirt.

A growl caught in his throat as his fingers made contact with your warmth, pushing your soaked panties to the side and shushing you gently when you whimpered. “Shh, that’s it. Gotta be nice and quiet for me.”

You remembered the feeling of Eddie’s thick fingers slipping under the panties you’d been wearing on set that day. Soft, pink silk that had clung to the wet lips of your pussy.

You'd had to shoot more than one take of that scene because Eddie had broken character the first time he’d touched you, letting out an unscripted string of curses under his breath when he’d felt the way you were soaking his hand.

“Dripping for me already, huh? Naughty girl.”

Once he could tell Steve was watching, Eddie hiked up your skirt just enough to reveal the underside of your ass. Then he gave his friend a smug look over your shoulder as you gasped when his thick fingers slipped inside, slowly stretching you open.

Steve stared, mesmerized by the rhythmic motion of Eddie’s wrist, half-concealed by your skirt as he fingered your pussy.

He may have lost the bet, but he didn't look all that upset.

In fact, he started to palm himself over the gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips, pink blossoming on his cheeks as he groaned under his breath. His cock was visibly straining the stretchy material, dark wet spots of precum dotting the fabric as he watched his roommate get you off.

“Feels so good.” Eddie continued to smirk at Steve as he spoke, taking the opportunity to rub in his victory. “— pussy’s squeezin’ me so tight.”

When you let out an unintentionally loud moan, Eddie urged you to be quiet, bringing his mouth close to your ear. “C’mon, you don’t want Stevie to know what I’m doing, do you? What would he think?”

On your bed with the vibrator pulsing its steady rhythm against your clit, you recalled how turned on you’d been while Eddie had touched you that day. The evidence was right there on the screen — his digits shiny with your arousal as his hand moved under your skirt.

The wet sounds of him playing in your dripping cunt filled your bedroom as it echoed through your television speakers, the slick sound only partially drowned out by your pathetic moans and the buzz of your vibrator.

“Not such a goody-two-shoes after all, are you Sweetheart?” Eddie taunted. “Shit — this pussy’s so wet. So fuckin’ tight.”

“I am good,” you insisted with a whimper as Eddie’s hand started to move faster, his thick fingers curving inside you and making you see stars. “Wanna be so good for you.”

“Mmm, such a needy slut. That’s it, bounce on my fingers,” he growled. “You gonna cum for me? Make a mess on my hand?”

“— oh yes,” you cried out, gripping Eddie’s shoulders tight as you threw your head back in abandon.

The noises coming from the other end of the couch had made it impossible for Steve to pretend not to notice what was going on. He stared longingly at you and Eddie, finally having had enough of being the odd one out.

“Hey guys, what the hell?” Steve exclaimed in a huff and you gasped in shock and embarrassment at letting yourself get so carried away.

“Aww, are you jealous, Steve?” Eddie teased. “Don’t worry, there’s plenty of me to go around.”

“No,” Steve sulked, a dark glower on his face. “I just think it’s rude that you guys are leaving me out. We’re best friends — we’re supposed to do everything together.”

Despite how close you were to your climax in real life, you couldn’t help but giggle at the horrible, stilted dialogue. When you’d read through the script, the guys had insisted it was on purpose — to make things seem surreal and more like a cheesy retro horror movie.

Back on-screen you stared at the visible bulge in Steve’s gray sweatpants, worrying your bottom lip as if deep in thought. Then all of a sudden you smiled bright, face lighting up as if you'd just had a revelation.

“Guys don’t fight. I think there’s a way everyone can be happy.”

You half-turned your body towards Steve and reached to pull him closer by the collar of his shirt. A few strands of his chestnut hair fell over his forehead as he eagerly leaned in to capture your lips in a desperate kiss. After you pulled away, you turned back to Eddie and pressed a sweet peck to his kiss-swollen lips.

Then with a coy smile, you looked back and forth between the two men. “The more the merrier, right?”

The scene faded out then transitioned to a wide shot of you bent over on the couch, Eddie coaxing your head up and down in his lap while he urged his roommate to eat your pussy from behind.

“— that’s it Sweetheart, nice and slow,” Eddie cooed as he guided you take his cock deep in your throat, holding your nose buried in the dark tuft of curly hair at his base.

When you let out a muffled whine, he looked down at you with a taunting expression. “Aww, I know it’s big, baby. Go ahead and choke on it a little. I don’t mind.”

Then he glanced over at where his roommate was busy, face buried between the soft cheeks of your ass. “How’s that pussy tasting, Stevie? Nice and sweet like our new best friend?”

“—so fucking sweet.” Steve pulled away, panting and out of breath, his lips shiny with your release. “Never had pussy this good — just dripping like honey, man. You’ve gotta have a taste.”

The screen moved to a close up of him pulling your pink thong to the side then spreading your glistening folds with his fingers in a v-shape, humming under his breath at the sight of the puffy lips sticky with strands of your arousal.

He gripped the fat of your ass in his large hands once again, thick fingertips sinking into the flesh as he spread you wider. Eagerly diving back in, he flicked the tip of his tongue over your clit in quick succession as you arched your back against him.

When he finally pulled back, he gave a gentle smack to your ass, hazel eyes hungrily watching the recoil of the flesh.

“She’s got the prettiest fucking pussy, Ed. Gonna feel so good around my cock.”

Unable to wait any longer, he sat up on his knees and pushed the band of his sweatpants down around his strong, athletic thighs. His cock sprang free from its gray cotton confinement, bobbing long and hard in front of him, deliciously thick and dripping precum from the tip.

Raking one hand through his sweaty locks to push them out of his forehead, he used the other to line himself up with your entrance. You gasped when he pushed the tip inside, working his girthy cock into your fluttering hole inch by inch.

Once he was fully seated, he paused, not moving right away and you let out a barely audible whimper.

“What’s that?” Eddie smirked as he took in your appearance, glossy lips stretched around him and tears welling in your eyes as you looked up through your lashes. “You want more, Sweetheart?”

Desperate for friction, you started to rock yourself back against Steve, timing the thrusts of your hips with each bob of your lips up and down Eddie’s cock.

“Taking us both so fuckin’ well.” Eddie praised you as he held your head down in his lap, causing you to gag around him. “I just knew we’d all end up being real good friends.”

“—Such…good fucking…friends,” Steve grunted, finally speeding up his movements, hips flexing as he grabbed onto your waist to give more leverage to his strokes. He sucked two fingers into his mouth then reached around you to strum the slippery digits over your clit. He’d taken off his shirt and the hair on his chest tickled your skin as he leaned over your back.

“Oh, fuck — oh, Steve,” you moaned, pulling off Eddie’s cock, distracted in the throes of your pleasure, "I’m gonna cum.”

“Yeah? Can feel that pussy squeezing me so tight,” Steve groaned as his ragged breath stuttered with each punishing roll of his hips. “Feels so fucking good. What do you think Ed, should we let her cum?”

“I don’t know,” Eddie pondered out loud. “I’m not quite ready yet, how about you?”

When Steve abruptly pulled out, you let out a pathetic whimper at the shocking and unexpected loss.

“No, please,” you begged, voice pathetic and pleading. “K-keep going — I need it.”

Eddie grasped you by the chin, gazing down at your tear-streaked face with something that almost resembled pity. He tutted his tongue. “You want us to let you cum before we’re ready, Sweetheart? I thought good girls waited their turn.”

He pulled you into his lap to straddle his thighs as his angry cock twitched against his lower stomach.

Then he looked over at Steve. “Maybe Sweetheart here would like to play a little game since she's so impatient. Go get the handcuffs in my room — you know where they are.”

Steve winked, pulling up his sweats as he got up off the couch. “Sure thing. I’ll be right back.”

Once his roommate was gone, Eddie took in your appearance with heavy-lidded eyes, a grin teasing his lips as he gazed at the sulking mess perched in his lap.

He stuck out his lower lip in an imitation of a pout. “Aww, poor Sweetheart. Your new friends are being so mean.”

“Please,” you pleaded, widening your eyes. “Don’t you want to keep going? It would feel so good.”

You reached down between your bodies to grasp his cock, swiping your thumb over the tip to gather the precum then using it to trace the vein on the underside of his shaft. Meanwhile, you used your other hand to cup his heavy balls, gently squeezing and massaging the sensitive skin. A groan erupted from his chest as he threw his head against the back of the couch, suddenly at your mercy.

After a few seconds he managed to recover enough to wink at you with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, his voice a conspiratorial whisper. “I guess it couldn’t hurt to keep ourselves busy while we wait. It can be our little secret.”

You sighed with relief, bracing your hands on his shoulders and moving to sink down on his cock, letting out a gasp at the delicious stretch as his thickness split you open.

He reached to grasp your chin, holding your gaze on his to watch each shift of your expression as he filled you up.

“That’s it, Sweetheart. Keep your eyes on me. Just like that.”

You rocked against him, hips rolling faster as you quickly found your rhythm. Soon you were bouncing in his lap, the springs of the old couch groaning with each thrust as he flexed his muscular thighs.

He glanced down at where your bodies were joined, then back up at your face, his guitar pick necklace swinging against his heaving chest as you rode him hard and fast.

“Fuck that’s it — such a good fucking girl.”

You switched your vibrator to its highest setting, finally ready to let yourself surrender to pleasure, but just as you started to feel that familiar pull inside, the phone in your bedroom started to ring.

Surprised by the unexpected interruption, you reluctantly shut off your vibrator with a sigh.

Who could be calling you at that hour? And with such unfortunate timing?

“Hey, sweetheart.” The voice on the other end of the line was unmistakable.

“Oh, Eddie. How are you?” You tried to keep your voice steady so he wouldn’t guess what you’d been doing, but you couldn’t help that you sounded a bit flustered.

“You get the copy of the movie we sent over?” His voice was so low and smooth it made your pussy throb, desperate for relief.

“Um, yeah. I’m actually watching it right now,” you admitted, biting down on your lower lip.

He chuckled, a deep rumbling sound that made your insides melt. “So that explains why you sound so out of breath.”

“Do I?” Your voice was unusually high and you closed your eyes, grimacing with mild embarrassment. Being a professional actress, you would have hoped you could do a better job at hiding your aroused state.

“So, what did you think?” he asked and you swallowed hard before answering, your throat suddenly dry.

“Well, it’s really hot so far, but I haven’t made it to the part where the killer shows up yet.”

“Oh, so you’re not finished?” He sounded intrigued. “Well, I was just settling down to watch it myself.”

Your stomach fluttered at the thought of him at home watching the two of you fuck on-screen.

Daring to be bold, you lowered your voice to a purr. “Well, if you want some company, you’re welcome to come join me. It’s a little spooky here alone, with it being Halloween and all.”

He cleared his throat, a detectable strain to his voice when he answered. “Uh yeah, I’d love to — and don’t worry about those ghost and goblins, I’ll keep you safe.”

You giggled, bringing two fingers down to circle your clit over your panties. His voice was so sexy on the phone, it was doing things to you.

You glanced back up at the movie and experienced the strange sensation of seeing the man you were currently flirting with on the phone, naked and writhing on the screen.

Still waiting for Steve to return with the handcuffs, Eddie had you bent over on the couch, hips slamming into you from behind at a furious pace. The slick sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air as his ringed hand wrapped around your throat, pulling your back flush against his chest.

“Oh yes — I’m cumming,” you cried out as your walls fluttered around him.

His hips stuttered in response. “Fuck, Sweetheart — shit.”

He released a broken moan, pushing you down onto your hands and knees and pulling out just in time to stroke himself over your back, painting your ass cheeks with spurts of pearly cum.

The camera panned past the gratuitous cum shot and your sweaty, heaving bodies to a reveal a dark cloaked figure looming in the shadows of the room.

The intruder stepped forward, wielding a sharp steel blade that gleamed at the edge with the reflection of the television’s glow.

“Hey, are you still there?” Eddie asked after an awkward silence on the line. “I’ll head over as soon as I can. Steve’s here with me — you mind if he comes along?”

Before you could answer, you were interrupted by a high-pitched scratching sound as if something sharp was being scraped against your bedroom window.

You sat up and stared at the darkened glass, clutching the phone tighter.

“No, I don’t mind. The more the merrier, right?”

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Moments and Loopholes

Kinktober, day 9

Cunnilingus with Anakin Skywalker

Synopsis: Spending the last couple of weeks on a mission with Anakin sounded like a great idea. After sharing a bed, you're reminded of why that was such a bad idea.

Wc: 1607

Warnings: smut, fingering f!receiving, oral f!receiving, friends to (forbidden)lovers

A/n: Today and yesterday was difficult to pick between Anakin and Danny, but I think I made the right call. Let me know what you guys think. Enjoy!

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The air in the hotel room was thick and stale. Rain gently rapped against the windows as the Daiyu nightlife continued to bustle. You sighed, rubbing your eyes as Anakin kept tossing and turning beside you.

“This place smells like recycled engine grease,” he mumbled, rubbing a hand over his face. “Why did the Council pick the cheapest dump for us to hole up in?”

You didn’t answer immediately, rolling your eyes. He had been at this for the last fifteen minutes.

“Because it’s discreet,” Your voice was sharp and gravely, just wanting to sleep. “We’re not here for the amenities. Now will you please enlighten me and go to sleep?”

“Discreet,” he echoed, Anakin’s voice amused as he watched the light rain outside. “Right.”

The air between you two was thick with tension that had built over the couple of weeks stuck together. Obi-Wan was almost too confident that his Padawan could handle a mission without his help, so he sent you to basically babysit. It made sense in his eyes, since the two of you were close friends before training in the ways of the force.

To you, however, it just reignited the feelings you had to bury in order to stay close to your friend. Anakin could tell something was on your mind; he could feel the force buzzing around you, unsettling and helping keep you awake. He hadn’t mentioned it, afraid that if he said it out loud, it would be real. It had to be this way, the Jedi Code echoing in both of your heads.

There is no emotion, there is peace.

There is no passion, there is serenity.

Anakin hated it. Being pulled away from his best friend at a time when you two couldn’t be closer.

He turned to face your back, metal hand causing you to flinch as he brushed your arm. You didn’t pull away, missing the comforting touches shared between you two before being told it was forbidden.

“Maybe discretion is a good thing,” He mumbled.

You turned to face him, his eyes dark and unreadable. Neither of you spoke; the rain and commotion of the outside world muffled against the walls. Your heart was beating so loud, you were sure Anakin could hear it. He finally closed this distance, lips carefully pressed against yours, testing the waters. You relaxed momentarily before pulling away, resting your forehead against his. Anakin spoke before you even had a chance.

“This isn’t breaking the Code,” He murmured, voice thick with conviction. His lips lingered just in front of you, brushing against yours as he spoke. “Not if it’s only this,” He whispered, mostly to himself. “Not if we do this only tonight.”

He pressed his lips back to yours, this time with desperation and need. Your body relaxed as you sighed into the kiss, running your fingers through his dark brown hair. Anakin pulled you impossibly closer, leaving no room for doubt, for regret, for the Code. His hands caressed down your figure, landing at the edge of the waistband of your pajama pants. Your breath hitched, finally pulling away from his mouth, lips swollen and red.

A single nod was the only thing needed to pull the fabric down your legs. The cold of the room a stark contrast to the heat of your body. Words caught in your throat as Anakin lowered his head, breath warm against the inside of your thigh. Your head rested against the pillow, awaiting in anticipation as he kissed down your legs. A small sigh of relief left your lips as his mouth finally found the soft, hidden heat between your legs. A shockwave of sensation coursed through your body as he attacked your clit in the most intimate way.

Anakin held your hips with his hands, keeping you open to him as he explored you with unhurried precision. His tongue circling, tasting, learning your rhythm as if committing them to memory. The distant hum of Daiyu traffic faded, replaced by the wet, intimate sounds of his devotion and your own fractured breaths. Your fingers found their way to his hair again, not pushing away, but anchoring yourself as feelings you didn’t know existed ran through your body. Every flick of his tongue felt like lightning, erasing the Jedi Temple, the mission, the suffocating rules-leaving only heat and the sound of your ragged breathing.

Anakin’s tongue moved with slow, devastating expertise—not seeking his own release, but mapping every tremor your body made. A moan left your lips as he found a rhythm that made your legs shake, his name spilling from your lips as a whimper, then a gasp, as he deepened the pressure, relentless and knowing.

Anakin was never a patient man, but he was when it came to you. He didn’t rush. He savored the hitch in your breath when he slowed, the way your hips bucked when he pulled back just enough to make you want more. His gaze darkened, the last of his restraint dissolving as he continued with hunger not yet satiated. His tongue circled your core with rough, possessive strokes that left no room for thought. Your thighs instinctively try to close around Anakin’s head, but easily pushed back down, showing just how in control he was, and how he wasn’t letting you go until he gave you what you desperately needed.

You writhed against the bed, every nerve screaming for release. Every flick, every suck was a sensation seared into your brain. If this was the only night he had, he would take full advantage.

Anakin was going to ruin you.

He could feel your body clenching around nothing as you were desperately close to release, so he used one hand to keep your hips in place, and the other pushed into your dripping cunt, curling back and forth. There was no tenderness, only the driving need to leave you trembling underneath him. His name was the only thing on your mind as the floodgates holding your release finally opened. Your climax tore through you like electricity. Back arching off the bed as your fingers pulled at his hair. Your heartbeat pounding in your ears as Anakin heard his name cried out over and over. He rode out your climax, drinking in every spasm, every gasp, until you collapsed against the bed, your breath in ragged sobs. He watched you come undone, finally satisfied at being able to express how much you meant to him, Code be damned. He pressed a final lingering kiss to your inner thigh before coming back up to lie beside you.

Your breath came as ragged hitches as Anakin’s thumb traced circles on your stomach. The air was thick with the smell of your arousal, but lingering in the background was the realization of what he’d done. He pressed a kiss to your cheek, mumbling against your skin.

“I miss being close to you.”

Your voice was raw, and echoes of his name still hung in the air as you spoke.

“I do too, but what happens when dawn comes? We just pretend this never happened?”

Anakin’s smile faded, a melancholy feeling flooding his mind. “Dawn comes,” He says quietly. “And we become Padawans again. But tonight? Tonight is ours.” He leaned down and gave you a quick peck on the lips before you whispered against his mouth. “Don’t let go. Not yet.”

He didn’t. Anakin’s hand remained resting against your back as he pulled you into him, limbs tangling in the sheets like forbidden puzzle pieces. You two kissed lazily, not wanting anything but to be close to each other, trying to forget the unspoken dread of the morning lingering in the back of your minds. “I memorized every part of the code,” he said, voice quiet, almost afraid of speaking this out loud. “Every line about attachment, possession, the dangers of passion...” He couldn’t understand what was so terrible about it all. “It doesn’t forbid giving.”

Anakin kissed your forehead. “It was never about loopholes,” he spoke against your skin. “It was about you. About wanting to give you this one thing before the galaxy takes you back.” His hand wandered from your back down to the sensitive core between your legs. You flinched at the sensitivity, but relaxed as he lazily massaged your clit.

“The galaxy hasn’t taken me yet,” You whispered, arching into his touch. The strained fabric of his pants pressed into your leg, differing from the controlled movements he was making between your legs. He was holding back, and you didn’t want him to. Anakin pulled away to look at you, eyes full of lust and hunger again. “If I don’t stop now,” His muscles rigid with restraint, “I won’t stop at all.” You could feel the conflict within his mind. The agitation of the force as he tried to stay loyal to the oath. His fingers sped up slightly, causing your eyes to roll back. You made up your mind, just hoping that he did too, and it was the same decision.

“Then don’t.”

His lips open to speak, and you cut him off, practically pleading with him. “Anakin, I might never have you like this again. Let me have something to remember when the suns rise. Burn it into me, so I never forget.” His lips met yours again, afraid that if he opened his eyes, the sun would be out, and the universe would be at your door to take you. He’s never begged for a night to last so long, but he did tonight.

Loopholes exist.

For moments that can’t fit inside the rules.

This was one of them.

[dreamofbetterthings]

Help me forget

Kinktober, day 8

Mind control with Danny Torrance

Synopsis: After the incident at the Overlook, the nightmares keep you up at night. Danny wants to help you the only way he knows how.

Wc: 1395

Warnings: smut, unprotected p in v, brief mentions of nightmares, but nothing in detail.

A/n: I am actually surprised I haven't written for this character before. Especially since Doctor Sleep is one of my favorite books/movies.

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Six months.

That’s how long it had been since The Overlook burned.

Since Rose the Hat invaded your mind.

Since you saw Danny at his worst.

Since you saw Abra risk her life to save a friend.

Life was quiet for them since. But not for you.

There were nights you would wake up screaming, covered in sweat as your brain replayed everything Rose did to you. Other nights, Danny would secretly use his shine to quiet your thoughts and help you sleep. You didn’t know what “Shine” was until you met him and Abra. Lucky for them, you didn’t have much of it. Unlucky for you, the thoughts and images flashing through your mind at night weren’t something you could just lock away and forget. To combat this, you gave up trying to sleep, only passing out when your body could no longer keep itself awake.

Danny noticed instantly that the little shine you did have would spike after staying up for too long. He started hanging around afterwards. Taking a leave of absence from work, since one of his good friends died during the incident with Rose.

Tonight was brutal.

Rain streaked the window behind you, blurring the streetlights into smears of gold against the dark. You normally watched the water dance on your window, but not tonight. You heard the key turning, but couldn’t bring yourself to look towards the door. Footsteps dragged as Danny swiped his feet on the doormat, trying not to track mud inside. He knew you hated having to mop. As he made his way to your living room, his steps stilled as he took in your appearance.

You sat curled on the sofa, knees drawn tight to your chest, staring blankly towards the television. His heart burned inside his chest as he continued to really look at you. Scars littered your body from that night, eyes hollow as you continued to replay memories that stole your nights.

He knew how they deepened when the old house’s phantom creaks became screams in your mind. There were some nights when the quiet house was somehow just too noisy.

“Come here,” He murmured, the words barely audible but carrying the faintest strength of authority in his voice.

You blinked, the tension in your shoulders easing just a fraction as you unfolded yourself from the couch and drifted towards Danny. Your movements dragged. It was like watching the shell of a loved one moving around your place. The cold air in the room went unnoticed by you, but not by him. Your body was freezing; short sleeves and bare feet against the hardwood floor weren’t helping. He carefully took hold of your hand, tracing the frantic pulse underneath your skin.

“Let me help you, please.” Danny’s words were comforting, laced with traces of the shine, hoping to get you to listen to him.

He wrapped his arms around your cold body, waiting for you to snap out of whatever daze your mind was in. He stood there until you finally decided to return the hug. He didn’t even have to be inside your head to know you needed this.

Someone who understands what you went through.

Someone who knew you weren’t crazy.

Danny rested his head against yours, silently steering your thoughts to focus only on him. Your breathing relaxed, no longer frantic.

“I don’t want to feel like this anymore.”

Your voice is broken and scratchy, muffled against his chest.

“Help me forget, please.”

Danny pulled away to look at you. Eyes red and puffy from countless nights awake. There was a silent agreement between the two of you, but he needed to hear you say it.

“Are you sure?”

You knew what he was asking, and despite it terrifying you, you still nodded your head and muttered a “Yes.” He took your hand and led you to your bedroom, the enclosed space feeling empty and hollow after you had not wanted to spend more than a couple of minutes inside. Danny’s hand pressed into your back, and you sighed, the tension in your body slowly going away. You could feel pressure in your body, wrapping your mind in velvet—dark, soft, and impossibly warm. The sound of rain outside became distant white noise.

Danny lay you down on the cool sheets, his fingers lingering at the hem of your shirt. You gave him a small nod, giving him permission to continue. The shirt was tossed on the floor, and your breath hitched in anticipation as warm hands caressed your body.

You could see Danny inside your head, holding your hand and walking you away from every nightmare that plagued your thoughts over the last six months. He locked them away in his own box, allowing them to haunt you no longer. His mouth found yours, and the pressure in your body returned, dissolving the sharp edges of your nerves. It was like a current passing between you two, carrying reassurance and hunger in equal measure. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, a wordless plea for more.

A low vibration hummed through your bones as Danny eased your shorts down your hips. A soft gasp left your lips as he mapped your skin with his mouth, tracing the curve of your hipbone, the dip of your navel, each touch infused with that warmth spreading throughout your body. Replacing the anxiety with the heat that pooled in your stomach. Your body trembled, the denim of his jeans a rough contrast to your skin before taking them off.

He pushed inside you slowly, the shine flowing as a protective barrier between you two. Every inch of you yielded-not just your body, but the fear that settled deep in your muscles, the fractured thoughts behind your eyelids. He could feel you unraveling: horrible memories locked away dissolving into the slick heat of you around him. Your hips lifted to meet his thrusts, breaths coming in ragged, open-mouthed gasps that fogged the air between their faces.

There was no room for ghosts here.

No more nightmares, no monsters. Only the driving rhythm of your bodies, the fuzzy pressure of the shine amplifying every shared sensation until your whimpers sharpened into cries that had nothing to do with pain, and everything to do with pleasure.

Danny moved slowly, but deliberately; each thrust was a measured calculation. His shine was strong and pulsed between them, turning every nerve ending into a live wire singing with satisfaction. Your fingers clawed at his shoulders, head thrown against the pillow as your mind was overwhelmed with sensation. The shadows behind your eyes weren’t nightmares now; it was electricity.

Your body arched aggressively, a choked sob tearing from your throat as your body clenched around him, wave after wave crashing through you until you went utterly still, breath shaky and body trembling. Danny stayed buried deep within you, feeling the aftershock ripple through your body as his own release surged, hot and thick. He softened the shine to a gentle hum, a low warmth that seeped into your bones, soothing the last tremors from your limbs. Your eyes fluttered once, heavy as stone, your breath already deepening into the slow, even rhythm of exhaustion. A small smile touched your lips, the first one in six months.

After catching his breath, Danny pulled out of you carefully, the mattress groaning against his shifting weight. Rain was still rapping at the window, but the air in the room had shifted. You lie utterly still, limbs resting against the bed. Your breathing deepened into the slow, rhythmic sleep he’s fought for months to hear. He watched the rise and fall of your chest, the way your lips parted slightly with each exhale. No twitch in your eyelids, no restless curl of your fingers. Just sleep, thick and consuming.

He sat upright on the edge of the mattress, silence broken through the room only by your light snoring. Your face looked younger through the intermittent flashes of lightning. Tension lines smoothed away, dark hollows beneath your eyes softened into mere smudges. A small strand of hair clung to your temple. He resisted the urge to push it back, not wanting to risk disturbing your peace. The silence felt blessed, thick with the absence of your usual nightmares.

Rose couldn’t hurt you anymore.

The Overlook couldn’t hurt you anymore.

You could finally sleep.

[dreamofbetterthings]

Showtime

Kinktober, day 7

Cuckolding with Carmen Berzatto and Phillip Gallagher

Synopsis: Instead of your regular Friday night cam show, Carm brings his brother to spice things up.

Wc: 1447

Warnings: smut, unprotected p in v, cuckolding, stream comments

A/n: Sorry for the delay in releasing these. I'm not sure what happened with the upload schedule. My apologies again.

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“Babe, you ready yet?”

You adjusted the camera perched above your monitor. Lights are bright and harsh around your room as you finish clicking through the video settings, mouse hovering over the “Go Live” button. The door to your room opened just as you were checking your outfit in the mirror. Carmen appeared in the reflection, but you noticed another messy head of hair behind him. Turning around, you noticed Lip standing in the doorway.

Lip- Carmen’s twin brother. Last time you saw him, they were swapping places in school to take each other’s finals. He’d grown up so much since then. Carm walked over and wrapped his arms around your waist, his breath warm against your ear.

“You ready to put on a show?”

A smile appeared on your face as you nodded. Turning to Lip, you asked. “Are you sure you’re okay with this? Chat doesn’t know you’re here, so if you want to back ou-”

The other brother steps forward and places his hands on your shoulders. “I’m good. I’m more worried about whether you want to back out.”

You shook your head no, and Lip removed his hands from your shoulders. Glancing at your monitor, you see there is a minute left before you’re scheduled to go live.

“Let’s give the people what they want.” Carm changes the lights from their harsh white glow to a warm orange-yellow, and you take a seat, finally pressing the “Go Live” button. Your regulars flooded the chat instantly, a wave of emojis and greetings filling the screen.

User4: This is going to be great!

User7: You might as well just take the clothes off now.

Your chat exploded with fire emojis and then question marks as the guy they assumed to be your boyfriend stepped into frame.

User18: Didn’t her man have tattoos?

User12: There’s no way he got them removed that quickly. We just saw him yesterday.

User6: Maybe he used makeup to cover them?

After letting your fans speculate for a few minutes, you spoke to them.

“Hey everyone, looks like we have a special guest tonight! I know this looks like Carm, but this is actually his twin brother.”

Lip gave a quick nod and a wave to the camera before Carm actually stepped into frame.

“Figured you guys would appreciate it if we changed things up a bit for tonight.”

The chat began to go crazy with donation sounds, and your face got hot. As you got up from your seat, you continued to read the comments.

“Unfortunately, tonight is more than just a show for you guys; it’s a show for Carm as well. He isn’t participating.”

User22954: Omg that is so hot!

User936: How did she get him to agree to this?

User87476: Get to it already!

Lip took your hand, leading you to the bed, while Carm went to sit in the corner, still in view of the camera. As he lay you down, Lip’s hand brushed slowly up your calf, rough skin catching the fabric of your stockings. You shivered, gaze going back and forth between the brothers and chat. His hand reached your thigh, thumb pressing into the skin just below your shorts. Your breath caught in your throat before Lip leaned down and finally kissed you. Carm was palming himself through his sweatpants, already breathing heavy at the sight of you making out with this brother.

Lip’s fingers slipped beneath the waistband of your shorts, fingertips moving against your hip. You gasped into his mouth, body instinctively arching towards his. The chat was going crazy, names and comments blurred into colors on the screen, forgotten as Lip pulled the fabric of your shorts down. His movements were unhurried and deliberate. Cool air hit your exposed skin, followed by the press of his hand against your stomach, sliding lower. You broke the kiss to watch Lip, his eyes dark and intense as you both watched his hand disappear between your thighs. A small whine escaped your mouth as Lip’s fingers found your slick cunt, circling with pressure that made your vision blur.

Lip’s fingers moved confidently, pulling sharp, breathy gasps from your mouth. You pressed your face into his shoulder, muffling a whimper as his thumb found your clit, circling slowly and firmly while two fingers slid deep inside you. Lip’s other hand tangled in your hair, tilting your head to the monitor and Carm.

“Look at the camera.” He urged, voice thick with lust.

“Let Carm see you. Let the chat see you.”

You looked, eyes glazed and unfocused, lips parted as his fingers continued pumping inside you. The laptop screen flickered with emojis, multiple comments that encouraged you to keep going.

You bit your lip, holding Carm’s stare as if daring him to look away, your hips rocking subtly against Lip’s hand. The sound of your arousal mixed with Carm’s own ragged breathing, the rhythm of his fist around his cock growing frantic. Sweat beaded on his head as he watched Lip pump his fingers in and out of you.

When he does finally remove his fingers, Lip sticks them in his mouth, savouring the taste as he watches you upset that he pulled away. He quickly pulled his jeans down, kicking them off his ankles and into a pile in the corner of the room. You watched in anticipation as he made his way back between your legs. After waiting for what felt like forever, Lip finally pushed into you with no hesitation.

Your entire world revolved around the man above you, fucking you like his life depended on it. The slap of skin against skin echoes in the small room. His fingers dig into your hips, holding you in place as he continues. Carm kept readjusting in the suddenly too-small chair. His own hips thrusting to match his brother’s thrusts into you, a low groan leaving his lips.

The camera’s lens captures everything for the fans. Lip’s thrusts grew rougher, driving you further into the bed. Carm stared, transfixed at the sight, feeling himself getting close. You could feel the fire building inside your body, ready to release itself. The only sound through the room was moaning and the wet slapping of skin. Lip reached down and stroked your clit again, just waiting for you to cum around him. Your mouth fell open, small whines filled the room that increased in intensity until you finally came.

He didn’t slow down, continuing to fuck your shaking body to draw out your orgasm until you were physically shaking against his body. Lip continued rocking against your body until his own release came. He quickly pulled out, stroking his cock with a steady rhythm until he came on your ass, making the smallest of whimpers. Carm wasn’t too far behind. His knuckles were white against his cock as he continued to fuck his fist. A deep guttural cry rang out, and he came all over his hand, stomach, and sweatpants.

Everyone stayed in place for a few moments, trying to catch their breath. Lip was the first to move, getting off the bed and going to look at the chat. It was erupting in a frenzy of donations, chants, and comments in all caps. You blinked, readjusting to the lights in the room. Propping yourself up on the bed, you turned to look at your boyfriend, amused by the sight. He sat there, looking exhausted, completely covered in his own cum. You glanced at the chat, a laugh leaving your lips as you read some of the chaotic responses from your chat. Lip grabbed a towel for his brother before handing out their own water bottles to everyone.

User26: THAT WAS UNREAL

User0385: Lip can literally fuck me any day

User749: WHAT ABOUT THEM BOTH?!

User397: ENCORE?!?!

Your heartbeat pounded in your chest, finally getting up from the bed and wiping yourself off. Carm got up too, reaching for your body as he tossed the towel somewhere in the corner. You kissed him, and he mumbled against your lips. “Told you he’d be good.”

Nodding in agreement, you turn to look at Lip. “You alright?” He smiles and nods. “Yeah, you?”

“I’m great.”

The brothers give a nod to each other before Carm finally looks at the chat. “Jesus, they’re going feral.”

"They’re… enthusiastic," Lip muttered, the words coated in curiosity. You stretched, the muscles sore from being face down in the bed for so long. Walking over to your monitor, you smiled.

“Hope you all enjoyed that. Maybe if he’s up for it, Lip could come back. But that’s a conversation for another day. Show’s over, you animals. See you next week.”

[dreamofbetterthings]

I just realized that my “scheduled” posts, have not been posting. 🙄🙄

I sincerely apologize to everybody that was waiting for me to upload over the last three days. I promise that was not intentional. Currently I am at work, but as soon as I get home I will manually post each missing day, along with my fic for tonight.

Sorry again!

[dreamofbetterthings]

The Devin in You

Kinktober, day 6

Teratophilia with Lucifer Morningstar

Synopsis: After meeting the newest consulting detective of the LAPD, you can’t get him out of your head. After seeing something you shouldn’t have, the pull towards him intensifies.

Wc: 1496

Content Warning: Unprotected p in v, description of demon-like body parts.

A/n: I was having some pretty bad writer’s block today, and unfortunately, was unable to put a fic out today. Thankfully, my lovely boyfriend asked if he could step in and write something for you all. This is his first time writing something, and I am happy with how it turned out. I am incredibly proud of him. Let me know what you guys think. Enjoy!

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One day, as you are sitting in your apartment, you hear some commotion in the hallway. You open your door to find a team of LAPD detectives surrounding your neighbor's door. You have heard of a new team member named Lucifer Morningstar, and something in you told you that you had to see him. As you walk out of your door, you turn the corner and there he is, a tall stud standing in the hall looking at the blood stain on the floor. something in you turns warm, you get a sudden rush in your head, and you feel an overwhelming wetness between your legs. Standing there starstruck, he turns towards you, and your eyes meet his.

“Ah, hello, and who might you be?” he asked in a very persuasive tone.

You very nervously explain that you live in the apartment next door and that you heard some noise in the hallway and came out to investigate. Lucifer explains to you that a murder had happened in the room next door and questions you to see if you heard anything. You explain that you were fast asleep from the drinking you had done the night before. He says you should come to his bar later on, and he will personally treat you if you would like. You agree and return to your apartment to continue your day.

As you are standing there cooking your breakfast, you hear a sudden bang that sounds like it came from your bedroom. You go to investigate the noise and notice there are new cracks and a small hole now in your bedroom wall that connects to your neighbor's apartment. It turns out the killer had been hiding in the apartment the whole time, and Lucifer had found him. As you are watching the scene unfold and the murderer refusing to confess, you see something you never thought you would.

The man you were just talking to, a normal human, is turning into something most people would consider far worse. Lucfier had transformed into what can only be described as a tall, red monster, his flesh slowly looking more and more torn, and his face shaping into something normal people would describe as horrific. The murderer stood stunned in fear as Lucifer revealed his large demon wings. As you stood there and watched, that strange feeling from earlier had come back, but this time it was way more intense. As the murderer confessed and Lucifer turned back to normal, you snapped back into reality. You found yourself with your fingers on your clit and your pants now completely soaked. You became obsessed, you had to see him again, you needed to get him back into that form. It is the only thing you can think about for the rest of the day.

Later that night, you head over to his bar, Lux. As you walk down the big staircase to the middle lounge, you hear someone calling your name. You look over and find Lucifer walking toward you.

“Ah, there you are. I was worried you weren't going to show up!”

“Of course I would, how could I not?” you nervously blurt out as that feeling is creeping up again.

He walks you over to the bar and asks Maze to give you both some privacy. He pours some drinks for you both and sits next to you. You engage in some small talk, and you explain where you are from, and he does the same. A thought pops into your head, and you ask.

“Who are you really? You just pop up in LA and randomly get put on the police department and own one of the biggest bars in the city.”

“Oh, why I’m the bloody devil, Lucifer Morningstar!” he states with a big grin on his face.

You think to yourself, “No way he is actually the devil, but that would explain what I saw, that face, that body...”

You start to feel slight fear, but that feeling is quickly interrupted by the sensation you felt earlier. The same sensation that intensifies every single time you think about it. You are starting to feel desperate for it, and all of a sudden, Lucifer looks at you.

‘You know if you want something, I can make it happen. anything in the world. I help people do whatever, or whomever they want, because desire is the ultimate expression of free will.”

You look at him nervously, thinking about how you can't get over the feeling you had when you saw what he really was.

“So tell me, what is it you truly desire?” he asked, looking deep into your soul.

You hesitate, you can't tell him what you want to say. You can't tell him you saw him turn into that monster. You can't tell him you want that monster back out and what you want that monster to do to you. As he stares into your soul, you are trying to fight the urge, but you just can't.

“I want you,” you hesitantly blurt out.

“But I don't want this you. I want your true self.”

You say, but you don’t understand why you couldn't hold it in.

“This is my true self in the flesh!” he said with a big grin and a small chuckle.

“No, I saw you turn into that thing, back at the apartment, I saw yo-”

He covers your mouth and tells you not to say another word. he knew you weren't lying; he could see it in your face and in your soul.

“Follow me”

He said as he got up and started walking towards the elevator.

You couldn't help but listen and follow him up to his private apartment. As the elevator doors opened, you saw a massive suite, a hot tub on the balcony, a huge couch in the middle of the floor, another fully stocked bar, and a massive bed in the other room. You both walk out of the elevator, and he grabs your hands.

“If it is what you truly desire, then I will do as you please. I am a devil of my word after all.”

After finishing his sentence, he takes a step back and starts to transform into the very thing you couldn't stop thinking about. There he stood in front of you, leaving nothing to the imagination.

“Are you sure about this? Most people can't even stand to look at my face when I reveal it.”

You walk over to him and put your hands on his chest.

“I don't see you as a monster, and I'm sure this is what I want.”

You start to rub his chest and make your way to his disfigured, shredded face. You put your hands on his cheeks and pull him down towards yours. As you make out, he takes your shirt off and presses his mangled body against yours. He wraps his wings around you, and you feel him getting rock hard against your pelvis. You look down and you are not sure what you see. It's not what you are used to; it's not a normal cock. At first, you didn’t know how to feel about it, but you were instantly soaked.

He picked you up and threw you to the bed. He quickly took your pants off and started to go down on you. As he licked your pussy you thought to yourself.

“How am I okay with this?”

You didn't really care; it felt amazing as he kept going at just the perfect pace. You felt a sensation you had never felt before as your body started to lose control. You started moaning and screaming as he held you down and slipped his long, slender fingers in your cunt, keeping the same pace with his tongue. Your body starts to jolt as you have the best orgasm you have ever had. You look down and see that you have completely soaked his face. He looks back at you and says.

“Oh, darling, we are just getting started.”

He then pushes your legs up and puts his very large devil cock inside you. You have never taken anything like this before, but you can’t get enough. With every stroke, your body jolts. You can’t control yourself, you keep cumming all over him, and he loves it. As he comes close to his own finish line, he picks you up again, wrapping his wings around you. You wrap your legs around him as you feel him fill your pussy. He puts you back down on the bed and lies next to you while you both pant in exhaustion and relief.

“That was amazing.”

You stuttered.

“Like I told you, I am a devil of my word.”

He stated, catching his breath.

You turn to him and lay your head on his chest, starting to fall asleep, and you think to yourself.

“I don't know how I ended up here, but I'm glad I did.”

[dreamofbetterthings]

I’m okay with that

Kinktober, day 5

Choking with Bucky Barnes

Synopsis: When you first asked Bucky to choke you in the bedroom, it was a hard no. He was too worried about hurting you. Eventually, he caved in and decided to indulge your request.

Wc: 1490

Warnings: smut, unprotected p in v, choking, brief mentions of violence, but nothing in detail.

A/n: I feel like this is cheating since almost everybody has made a fic about Bucky doing this lol. I like how this turned out. Remember to let me know what you all think. Enjoy!

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"Hey."

Bucky's voice was low, almost hesitant. He had just come back from a long training session, water still dripping down his body from the shower. The room was quiet, illuminated by the lamp on your nightstand as you read your book. You gave him a smile, and he sat on the side of your bed.

“I’ve been thinking...about something.”

Closing your book, you put it on the nightstand and sit further up against the bed.

“Oh? Need to vent? Was training okay?”

Buck stayed silent, almost afraid to continue.

“Training was fine. I wanted to talk about something about us.” You reached out and touched his hand. Curious, and waiting for him to finish. “I know we talked about it for a while, and I think I wanted to try choking. During...you know.”

His face flushed hot, nervous to bring up something that was so dangerous for you. You didn’t move away, didn’t flinch as he finished his sentence. He got ready to pull away, thinking you had changed your mind in the silence, before you got up to move. You stood in front of him, running your fingers through his still-damp hair.

“Show me.”

Your voice was small, but full of confidence. He hesitated, turning away from you. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

You turned his face back to look at you. “I trust you. I don’t like something, I say our word, or I tap you. Remember that?” He nodded and tapped the pattern against your leg. “See? You can’t come out of the shower looking like this, bring up something like that, and expect me to say no to you.”

Bucky chuckled as you pulled him down with you onto the bed. He kissed you, lightly at first, but he could tell you were anxious to feel him. It became desperate, your arms reaching up to feel at anything. His arms, chest, even lightly scratching his back, before settling in his hair again. Bucky made quick work of removing your sleeping shorts and got up momentarily to drop his towel. You were still mesmerized by his size, even after all this time of being together. He climbed up onto the bed, already rock hard, and the ache in your stomach intensified. As he leaned down to kiss you again, he rubbed himself through your folds, inhaling a sharp breath as he realized just how wet you were.

“Jesus, Doll. You really wanted this, haven’t you?”

After teasing you a little bit longer, he finally pushed into your aching pussy. Bucky normally would wait a couple of seconds, wanting you to get used to his larger-than-normal size, but he started thrusting into you with a hunger you hadn’t seen before.

You lay there, lips parted, small moans leaving your lips like the first time, and every time after. Bucky rocked his hips into you at a steady pace, not wanting to push you too far before trying what you wanted. His eyes met yours, and he managed to pant out,

“You still trust me?”

No words left your mouth, still caught up in the sensation, but you nodded your head desperately. After convincing himself, his metal hand settled against  your throat, palm pressing slightly over your windpipe. Your pulse was strong against his fingers, fast and live. He watched your face intensely, waiting for any sign of discomfort and ready to pull away in an instant, but the time never came. So he applied a little pressure. Your breath hitched. A quick gasp as a new sensation filled your mind. His hand instantly loosened around your neck, ready to pull away, his hips no longer moving. A worried expression painted his face.

“Did I hurt you?”

You shook your head no and all but pleaded with him to continue.

“I’m fine, Buck, it didn’t hurt.”

His eyes never left yours, pupils blown wide and hungry for more. The small lamp casting a beautiful shadow across your face. His hesitation slowly dissolved, and he began thrusting into you once more. He pressed down against your neck again, watching as your eyes fluttered shut and a deep moan vibrated against his palm. It wasn’t pain, it was hunger...need. Your hips bucked against his, and a groan came from the man above you. He leaned down, breath hot against your ear.

“Tell me, Doll,” he murmured, fingers tightening just enough to feel the flutter beneath her skin. Your gasp turned into a choked wimper, nails digging into his other arm.

“Tell me you want more. Tell me this feels good.”

His hips rolled into you with rhythmic urgency that left no room for doubt. “Buck,” You gasped out, his name shaky against the pressure of his hand. “Don’t stop, please.” The raw need in your eyes burned away his last shred of hesitation. He watched your lips part, breath ragged and shallow, entire body vibrating underneath his touch. Bucky’s grip tightened instinctively, driven by the raw hunger in your eyes. Your choked noise sharpened into a ragged cry that echoed off the bedroom walls. His hips began moving faster, matching your desperation with his need to push you over the edge. Sweat slicked their skin where they pressed together, the air thick with salt and musk and the electric charge between them.

Buck could feel the wild rhythm of her pulse beneath his thumb, and a trapped bird hammering against his palm. Your eyes stayed locked on his, dark and drowning, filled with nothing but hunger. His thumb slid higher, pressing into the soft crevice beneath your jaw. A wet, ragged sound tore through the room. Your back arched, attempting to get impossibly closer to your man. The pulse drumming against his hand was wild and insistent, matching his aggressive strokes, helping drive his cock into you. He looked down, watching you unravel underneath him. Your moans dissolved into a sob that couldn’t be confused with pain; it was a surrender to the pleasure. Bucky could feel your body beginning to shake as you got close to release, every muscle trembling underneath his touch. His hips rolled in desperate, stuttering thrusts, grinding down with brusising force. The light glinted on the tears staining your face, not from pain, but pure, shattering release.

A violent shudder tore through your body as your cries dissolved into breathless moans and gasps. Buck grabbed your hips, holding you in place as he fucked into you deeper, no doubt leaving bruises, before letting out a guttural “Fuck!” and spilling himself inside you. Slowly, he came down from his high, still rocking into your dripping pussy before hearing a broken whimper from your lips, and stopping.

His hand left your throat instantly, moving down to inspect the damage he caused. The imprint of his hand faintly appeared around your throat, and he made a mental note to run to the store for concealer tomorrow morning. You gasped, dragging in a deep lungful of air. Your eyes slowly opened, unfocused, pupils still wide as you blinked up at him. A slow, dazed smile appeared across your swollen lips. Bucky’s hand remained against your chest, fingers shaking slightly. He stared at the imprints left by his own hand-a sharp, intimate brand against your sweat-damped skin. Your chest rose and fell in deep, heavy breaths as your heartbeat gradually began to slow down.

The silence stretched across the room, thick with energy spent and the lingering scent of the two of you. He traced the outline on your neck with shaking fingers.

“Did I-?”

You hand caught his wrist, pressing it against your heart.

“Perfect. I’m perfect.”

Buck lowered his head down to the crevice of your neck, placing small kisses, almost like an apology, against your skin.

“You okay?”

He mumbled, afraid you were going to get up and say you never wanted him to touch you again. Your fingers found his hair, lightly scratching his scalp.

“More than okay,”

You murmured against his head, voice still raspy. His fingers continued to trace the marks left in your skin. “You’re gonna need some concealer if you ever plan on talking to other people ever again.” A hearty laugh vibrates your body, and you shake your head no.

“I think I’ll be okay if you’re the only person I interact with for a while.” Bucky lifts his head up and gives you a quick kiss.

“I’m okay with that.”

[dreamofbetterthings]

His salvation

Kinktober, day 4

Sensory Deprivation with Inhuman!Vessel

Synopsis: When you don’t feed before the boys leave for their ritual, you thought it would be fine. You weren’t. When your body starts to fail, Vessel rushes back in time to save his succubus.

Wc: 1914 (I think?)

Warnings: smut, unprotected p in v, (magical, not physical) blindfolding, mentions of overstimulation, powers being used on succubus!reader, brief mentions of religious actions (praying, etc.)

A/n: This is definitely the longest fic I’ve put out so far, probably since I started posing here. I am really in love with this one. Not sure if it fits 100% with the prompt, but I am more than willing to add a half day at the end to rewrite this if you’d like.  Enjoy!

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There was no rhyme or reason to your schedule. You were new to the house, still figuring out the perfect routine. If you took too long to feed, you’d get lethargic and stay holed up in your room. Too early, and you’d overstimulate yourself.

Until meeting Vessel.

In the beginning, he always reminded you when it was time to go out and how often you should go. Eventually, after moving you into the house, he offered a ridiculous proposition. He wanted you to feed on him. You protested at first, but it got easier as time went on. He always appeared when you started to feel needy, hand out with a small smile as he pulled you into his bedroom.

It always felt more intimate in there, private even. Best part about the entire situation was that you never had to worry about taking too much energy from him. You weren’t entirely sure what creature Vessel or the rest of the guys in the house were, but whatever powers he possessed gave them more energy than your average Joe from a bar. Even if you accidentally took too much (if it was from a human), he was always up and moving after, like nothing happened.

But they weren’t here.

Your boys had been away for at least a week, having to check in with their deity. They didn’t talk about it much, but you could’ve sworn its name was “Sleep” or something. It was a common practice that you easily got used to, even if they left at seemingly random times. At some point, they all asked if you needed to feed before they left, and you told them all no.

That was a stupid mistake.

Vessel always made sure you were fed before going anywhere, even opting to leave late to make sure you were okay. The first day or two were fine, but after three, you started to feel it in your core. The house, alive like its occupants, could tell you were struggling. The temperature dropped, contrasting with your hot skin, and every room you walked into had some sort of gatorade, powerade, or something to get your electrolytes up. Your feet shuffled across the floor, not having enough energy to walk properly. You made your way to Vessel’s room, needing to feel some sort of connection with him until he returned.

That proved to be a horrible idea.

You’ve fed off of everyone in the house at some point, but Vessel was the one who looked after you the most. He was always there, always making sure you had everything you needed. Naturally, because of this, you have a more profound bond with him. When the door to his room opened, his scent hit you like a truck, and it went straight through your body. You threw yourself on his bed, needing to be close to something of his. You didn’t have any energy to do anything, so you lay there, hoping he would come home soon.

Vessel almost didn’t notice you crying for help. He and the rest of the boys were finishing up the last ritual when he heard it.

You were praying to Sleep.

Asking permission for Vessel to come back home.

He didn’t even think you knew anything about their religion, let alone enough to pray to the deity itself. The air in the ritual room shifted, lighter almost. The four men stood there in surprise as Sleep granted their early leave, before rushing back home, back to you.

If you were human, this was the equivalent of being sick, just ten times worse. You couldn’t focus on anything except the growing pain in your core. You couldn’t form coherent thoughts, something that only happened when you went way too long without feeding. The door to Vessel’s room was opened and closed with haste, and the sight before him hurt to watch.

You writhing around on his bed, becoming weaker by the minute.

His legs moved quickly as he made his way to the bed. He ripped off the ceremonial robes and mask, leaving him in just his black pants. Kneeling next to the bed, he placed a hand over yours, something he does to tell you it’s time to feed. Your head instantly looks up, eyes blurry and unable to focus, but you knew who it was. Six eyes stared at you, worried, lips moving but unable to understand what he said. Vessel moves to sit against the headboard and pulls you into his lap like he always does. His slender fingers run up and down your arms, and a strangled whimper leaves your lips.

He should’ve come back sooner.

His hands guided your hips, helping you grind against him. A loud sigh left your lips, and he continued to move your body the same way he always had. You could feel his cock growing harder underneath you, the arousal giving you just enough energy to move your hips on your own. This was how it always went. The two of you grinding and feeling on each other until you had your fill.

Tonight, that wasn’t enough.

Your head rested lazily against his shoulder, nose buried in his neck, consumed by his smell. He almost missed you calling his name, focusing only on getting you through this, but he heard it.

“Ves...”

You never called him that. It was always his full name. He leaned down and rested his head against yours, and you spoke again.

“Please.”

You didn’t have to go into detail; he already knew what you were trying to say. You needed more. The friction of the clothes wasn’t enough; you needed to feel him.

“Do you trust me?”

His question was quiet but deliberate. He knew this was going to change your dynamic. You two couldn’t stay friends after this.

“Yes.”

Neither of you cared.

His hand slid underneath your shirt, gentle but with purpose. You only pulled away long enough to get your shirt off before latching back against his chest. His pants were a bit tricky, considering you wouldn’t stop moving your hips long enough for Vessel to get them off. He finally managed to pull them down and sighed in relief as his now fully hard cock was finally released from the tight material.

“You still trust me?”

He knew the answer, but needed to hear you say it. Needed to hear that what he was about to do was okay. You mumbled a “Yes,” and he got to work.

He gently placed a hand against the back of your head, and your hearing came back clearer, but your eyesight completely disappeared. He mentioned dimming the lights the last time you fed, remembering how much more intense you felt. Vessel lit candles because you had a migraine and couldn’t handle any more aggressive lights on. You froze momentarily, afraid of the sudden realization that you could hear, but not see.

“Trust me, baby. I’m going to make you feel better.”

He lined his cock up with your entrance, already feeling you shake with how desperate you were. As you sank down around him, a broken whimper left your lips, and he groaned. There was no way you two could go back to being just friends after this. It was too intimate, holding each other like lovers, closed off to the outside world.

“Please.” He murmured against your skin. “Please move.”

You didn’t hesitate. Hips slowly lifting yourself up and back down on his cock like your life depended on it, because it did. Your body radiated with heat as you gripped Vessel’s arms for dear life. The only noise coming from the room consisted of breathy, needy moans and the squelching of your pussy squeezing his cock. He gasped out something in a language you didn’t understand and wrapped his arms around your body, hoping to protect you from the evils of the world.

He didn’t need Sleep. You were his salvation now.

This was what you needed, what you craved. The other times you fed from Ves were good, but they didn’t hold a candle to what you were feeling now. Engulfed totally and completely by the one person who always had you. He kissed you fiercely, hoping that you could understand the emotions he had no way to verbally tell you. It was hot and passionate, the two of you as tangled together, trying to be as close as possible. Ves moaned into your mouth, a man who was once a devoted believer of his faith, reduced to an unraveling mess as he thrusted up into your soaking cunt.

Your energy was returning with every move of your hips, the loss of sight enhancing the sensation. It was almost too much, not being able to contain the swirling in your head as your brain tried to imagine just how good the man underneath you looked right now. Your body felt like it was on fire in the best possible way, feeling your strength come back enough to feel another tightness in your core.

This time, however, it was a different kind of hungry. Everything was intense. You wanted all of him, everything he could give. You would devote your life to him if he asked, and create your own rituals. If he asked, you’d give him your soul if it meant you could stay just like this. As close as possible, he and you, against the universe, together in every way that mattered.

Ves’s restraint was wearing thin. Panting and groaning more as he felt how close you were. His hand dipped between your bodies and found your clit, drawing small circles to help give you that push over the edge. It didn’t take long, almost instantly. Your body shook, and you cried out as your climax racked through your body. Feeling everything all at once, your eyes glowed a bright red as the energy from Ves gave you more than enough to sustain yourself for the foreseeable future. Your pussy squeezed around Ves, causing his hips to stutter as he fucked you through your orgasm. It was only moments later that he joined your still-shaking body in his own climax. Wrapping his arms around your back, he held you tight as he came. A deep, ragged groan left his lips as he emptied himself inside you.

Blinking as your vision returned, the glow from your eyes faded away, the burst of energy finally taming itself inside your body, and you looked down. His eyes stared back at you with adoration.

“Thank you, Ves.”

His hand came up to rest against your cheek, and you leaned into his touch.

“I’d do anything for you, baby. Whatever you want, whatever you need, it’s yours.”

He meant every word.

He thanked the Gods and every possible higher being for bringing you to him. For allowing him to be the one you needed, because he couldn’t let you go, not after all this

[dreamofbetterthings]

Too much, too fast.

Kinktober, day 3

Anal with Clark Kent

Synopsis: Clark is a pretty vanilla guy, which is why it surprised you when he asked for anal one night.

Wc: 1134

Warnings: Unprotected sex, protect Clark at all costs, slow build, sudden orgasm, surprisingly very intimate imo.

A/n: I am not sure how to feel about this one. This is my first time writing about anal, so I have no idea what I’m doing lol. Any feedback is definitely appreciated. Enjoy!

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“Are you sure you want to do this?”

Clark was panicking, like he always did after asking you to do something different in bed. You traced his jaw with your finger before pressing a kiss to where you had just been touching. The darkness of the night sky was cut through by the moon’s glow. It cast a faint shadow across your bedroom, just enough to see each other’s faces, and maneuver around the shared space without needing the light on. His question lingered in the air, steady sounding, but worry-filled.

You cleared your throat, glancing at your boyfriend, before glancing away and looking for another fixation. “There isn’t anyone else in the world I trust more than you. So, if you want to try, I will.” Your thumb made tiny circles against his arm, letting the silence fill the room like an unwanted guest.

He could tell you were also getting nervous. The first time Clark even got close to bringing up anal, he flushed red as a tomato and left the room. He didn’t speak to you for the next two days.

“What if you hate it?”

You shifted up higher on the pillow and looked Clark dead in his eyes. “We can stop. Just like we always talked about. I promise we can.”

He nodded briefly before taking your hand in his. “Do you want to try?”

A small smile appeared on your face as you gave his hand a small squeeze. “Yeah.”

Clark gave you a smile back before taking his time reaching for the lube. Your heart began to race as you moved from the comfortable spot on his side to hovering above him. This was real, and it was happening. Worst case? You don’t like it, no big deal. You could feel your boyfriend’s quickening heartbeat as your hands rested against his chest. He wasn’t sure how much lube to use, so he guessed, shuddering as the cool gel touched his skin.

Clark looked at you one more time before moving, giving you ample time to back out if you wanted. You shook your head no and gave him a quick kiss. He helped you position yourself above his cock, and you both held your breath.

The initial sensation was only from the cold gel, before Clark finally started to press into you. You both continued to hold your breath, unaware of how to process the new sensation being felt for the first time. Your hands found his chest, and his arms wrapped around you, keeping you safe as you both navigated something new. As Clark continued to slowly push into you, he accidentally jerked his hips, causing you both to freeze. “M’ sorry.” He spoke through gritted teeth, trying to keep his movements slow and deliberate. You were too focused on how full you felt.

Clark was by no means a small man afterall.

The stretch stung a little, but it wasn’t unbearable due to the amount of lube used. When he was fully seated inside you, nobody moved for a bit, still trying to process how everything felt. The only noise coming from the room was staggered breaths and small whimpers, courtesy of the man underneath you. After a few more moments, you adjusted slightly. Something that proved to be a good decision, as Clark’s hands instantly formed a death grip on your hips.

“Are you okay?”

He nodded, unable to form words past throaty grunts. So, you began moving. Slow, almost microscopic rocks of your hips that cause his brain to officially shut off. You leaned down to press your forehead against Clark’s, a chorus of gasps and moans leaving both of your mouths. It was overwhelming.

The grip on your hips loosened slightly, finally able to help guide your movement instead of halting them. You found a rhythm, slowly rocking your hips against his. This was too much. Clark’s senses were in overdrive. He could feel everything. He could smell everything. The way you gasped and bit your lip to keep from moaning, the way your hips stuttered every time you adjusted them slightly forward, the clench of your body like a pulse, the smell of your arousal leaking from your cunt, no doubt soaking the sheets underneath him.

It was too much, too fast.

There was no warning; he didn’t have time to acknowledge the sob building in his chest before it brutally racked through the room. His hips bucked upwards in uncontrollable bursts. You glanced at your boyfriend in awe as his hands went up to wrap around your waist, needing to hold you close. His skin clammy and prickled with sweat, but it went unnoticed as he continued to thrust a few more times before finally stopping, breath hot against your chest.

Clark stayed frozen underneath you, senses all over the place. He was afraid to move, afraid to look up and see your disappointed face. You hadn’t moved, waiting in silence for him to finally come down from his high. His red eyes finally met yours, and you instantly went to hold his face.

“Don’t you dare apologize, baby.”

Your fingers brushed against his cheek, and he leaned into your touch. You didn’t want to move, afraid of overstimulating him.

“Are you okay?”

His throat was tight, his body was on fire, and he could no longer tell if it was because of the embarrassment or because the room was just hot.

“That was a bit much.”

You both couldn’t help but laugh a little, trying to stop when he hissed; you still hadn’t gotten off yet.

“I didn’t mean to finish so fast...”

You leaned down and lay against his chest, drawing circles as you talked.

“It’s okay. I can’t say the same for the bed, though; you had this poor old thing shaking.”

Clark’s face burned hotter, not sure what to say, which allowed you to keep going.

“I thought I broke you for a second when you stopped moving. I didn’t even think I did that much.”

“Oh, shush.”

A shaky laugh left his lips before bending to kiss your head. The two of you stayed like that for a couple more minutes, not wanting to disrupt the moment. When he was no longer sensitive, Clark carefully pulled you off him and placed you on your side. After a string of comforting silence, you asked him,

“Do you want to try again?”

[dreamofbetterthings]

The Car

Kinktober, day 2

Public Sex with Ransom Drysdale

Synopsis: Whenever Ransom decided to take you out, he would send the most revealing outfits to your doorstep. You always decided to wear your own clothes, opting for comfort over style. Today, you decided to wear one of his gifts, and he quickly realizes how good you look.

Wc: 1173

Content Warning: Smut, unprotected sex, masturbation, p in v sex, outdoor sex

A/n: Day 2 is complete. Sorry for the delay, I had a bit of a mental break and needed to step away. Technically, this doesn’t count as day 2, since it was uploaded after midnight, but fuck it, we ball.

These fics (and my page in general) are for 18+ individuals only! I am not responsible for your media consumption. I will assume whoever interacts with my posts are of proper age to do so. Minors, please do not engage if you don't want to see it.

“I bet you’d look great in this, and even better out of it.” - R

You sat staring at the beautifully wrapped box on your bed for at least fifteen minutes. The outfit inside was one of the most revealing outfits you had ever seen, and Ransom wanted you to wear it. He’s not one to beg, but he will give you shit every time you two go out. Normally, opting for a simple pair of jeans and a t-shirt, while he looks like he was pulled right out of Paris fashion week.

The top had a push-up bra built into it, and would make your tits look amazing. The bottoms, if you could even call them that, were just two pieces of fabric that barely covered anything. You weren’t even sure where you could go in public without being asked to leave for indecent exposure. Looking back at your closet, you saw the outfit originally planned for the evening. A diy embroidered pair of jeans, and a V-neck black top that sat just slightly lower on your chest. It wasn’t anything super fancy, but just enough to give Ransom something to look at. You should just throw that on and call it a day, like you did any other time.

A buzz from your phone pulled you from your thoughts.

“I’ll be there in ten.” - R

After sitting for another couple of minutes, you made a decision. You threw on an outfit and touched up your makeup, just as Ransom texted you he was there. As always, you grab your coat off the rack and throw it on before throwing all your essentials in your purse and heading out. Ransom is already waiting at the car, door open for you, and he notices your bare legs.

“Decided to wear a skirt today?”

You simply smile and shrug your shoulders.

“Wanted to try something different.”

He nods and helps you into the car before getting in and driving off. Music is playing faintly in the background as you two drive in silence. At the halfway point of the drive, Ransom speaks up.

“So...you going to let me see what you're wearing, or am I going to wait until we get there?”

Fiddling with the zipper on your jacket, you mumble, “I don’t even know where we’re going.”

A sigh leaves the man's lips as you avoid the question, turning back to turn the music up and focus on driving. You took the chance to quietly unzip your jacket and pull it open, waiting for the moment your boyfriend decided to look at you again. A few more minutes go by before you notice Ransom doing a double-take out of the corner of his eye. He got tense and started white knuckling the steering wheel for a bit.

“You’re wearing my outfit.”

He said it so quietly, you almost missed how desperate he sounded. Before you could ask him to repeat himself, the car was suddenly pulling off to the side of the road, and he was getting out. Ransom all but ran to the other side of the car and pulled the door open for you to step out.

He pulled the zipper the rest of the way down and just stared at you for a moment. A harsh breeze blows, and you reach to cover yourself, but Ransom catches your hand. He spins you to face the front of his car and pushes you down on top, pulling the jacket the rest of the way off.

“Damn baby. You sat there wearing jeans, and I could’ve been seeing this the entire time?”

Your cheeks get hot, grateful for the cool breeze blowing. His body presses against yours, and his hand reaches around to go right into your “skirt.” His fingers run through your folds, and you can feel him getting hard against your back.

“Baby, don’t we have reservations or something?”

He finds your clit and begins to rub small circles against it.

“You’ll be lucky if I even decide to go. Right now, I just want you.”

Your head falls against his shoulder as his hand continues on your clit. The traffic driving past is the last thing on anybody’s mind. Small moans start to leave your lips, but before he sends you over the edge, Ransom pulls his hand away. You go to protest, but you can hear the rattle of his belt, and stop. He angles your face down on the hood of his car and props your leg up before pushing himself inside your pussy. The two of you moan as he starts thrusting into you with newfound exuberance. Any other day, he would give you a couple of seconds to adjust, but not today, not now. He was too greedy for patience.

He fucked into you like it was the last chance he would get. You were thankful to be pressed against the hood of the car, unable to form anything other than some kind of moan. You held on for dear life, your bent leg giving Ransom leverage to push deeper into you. Headlights appeared and disappeared as cars drove past laying on their horns. Surely someone would call the cops, but it was like they didn’t exist anymore. He was only focused on how good you felt and how he wasn’t going to last much longer. He reached forward and found your clit again, rubbing in circles as his hips aggressively smacked into yours.

“Fuck... I’m gonna cum.” You were lightheaded from the sensation and could feel the orgasm building. Ransom continued his rhythm, thrusting so hard it shook the car back and forth. He could hear your moans getting louder, despite being on the side of the highway and hearing all the traffic. His hand sped up a little, and that was all you needed before you were clenching around him like your life depended on it. His rhythm sputtered before pulling out at the last second to cum on your ass.

The two of you stood and lay there respectively, out of breath, and suddenly very tired. Ransom finally reaches into the glovebox to grab some tissues so you can wipe off. The two of you adjust your clothes and finally get back into the car. Before you even had your seatbelt fastened, Ransom pulled one of the quickest U-turns in his life.

“We are so not making those reservations.”

[dreamofbetterthings]

Watch the Sunrise

Kinktober, day 1

Cockwarming with Sam Winchester

Synopsis: Sam wants to enjoy the first official vacation together by staying buried in bed, and buried in you.

WC: 1k

Content Warning: unprotected p in v, slight description of sexual acts but nothing too explicit.

A/n: First Kinktober fic is done! I am so excited. Not exactly super smutty, but they'll get interesting towards the rest of the month. Enjoy!

These fics (and my page in general) are for 18+ individuals only! I am not responsible for your media consumption. I will assume whoever interacts with my posts are of proper age to do so. Minors, please do not engage if you don't want to see it.

The Winchesters didn’t believe the word “Vacation” existed.

They were constantly moving through each state, saving people, hunting things, the family business. But, there were some days you would catch the brothers looking off into the distance, wondering what their lives would be like if they weren’t hunting. So, you took it upon yourself to give the boys their break from reality for a week or two.

After some phone calls and a couple of favors, you convinced Dean to go down to Arkansas for their annual pie festival. He called you, trying to say thanks, but you could barely understand what he was saying with a mouth full of pie. You and Sam, on the other hand, went only two hours away from the bunker to Manhattan. The rental house Sam picked out had a beautiful view of the city, and you two loved watching the sunrise from your bedroom window.

Which is where you currently were.

Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you glanced out of the large windows in the bedroom. The sun wasn’t up just yet, but you could see tiny flashes of yellow peaking over the horizon. Sam was facing your back, his arm lazily around your waist. You were still half asleep, so you thought it was just a dream when Sam adjusted his hips, and the tip of his cock twitched inside you. But he did it again, and you groaned at the sudden movement. The noise made Sam stir from his sleep and slightly open his eyes to see where the noise came from. When he realized it was you, he rubbed his thumb against your arm, letting you know he was awake.

“Morning, beautiful.”

His voice was always just the right amount of raspy in the mornings to make your heart flutter.

“Did we miss the sunrise?”

You mumble a quick “No” and look out to see more orange and yellow starting to paint the morning sky.

“Looks like we are right on time, actually.”

Sam’s hand settles on your stomach, a comforting touch that developed over the early months of you sleeping in the same bed. It was a small gesture that told you he was there and wasn’t leaving. Now, it’s almost an unconscious response whenever you are near him. Most of the time, it was just an innocent touch.

Until it wasn’t.

While you were admiring the sunrise, Sam was just realizing he was still inside you, to some extent. His thoughts were fuzzy at the thought of last night. This was the first time you two had any real privacy since you started hunting with the boys. Dean was almost always around. Even when he wasn’t, he found a way to cockblock you.

Not today, not right now. It was just you two, and he was going to take advantage of that. His thoughts were broken by your groggy voice asking,

“What do you want to do today?”

Keeping his arm pressed against your stomach, Sam suddenly adjusted on the bed, pulling you completely against his chest, his cock pushing the rest of the way into you in one fluid motion. A moan unexpectedly came out of your mouth in response, your hand squeezing his around your waist. With his head now right next to your ear, he peppered a few kisses against your cheek before speaking.

“I think we should just stay here for the morning.”

You tried to move your hips, but Sam gave a slight squeeze to your stomach in protest.

“No, no. Not yet. I just want to lie here with you. Enjoy the morning, watch the sunrise, and maybe if I’m feeling up to it...”

His hips pushed against you. Not hard, but enough for you to feel him right where you needed him most.

“We might have a repeat of last night. I seem to remember you loving this.”

He continued to place lazy kisses against your neck and down to your shoulder, pretending to be blissfully unaware of how you whimpered every time he rocked his hips against you. He stopped again, and you sighed in protest.

“That is so not fair.”

He just laughed and kissed your forehead.

“I know, but I want to just be here with you. We aren’t on a schedule. We don’t even have to do anything at all today if we don’t want to. I just want to be here, like this, with you for a while. Think we can do that?”

The sun was halfway risen at this point, the colors swirling and casting beautiful shadows across the bedroom. There was no arguing with the man. Once he made up his mind, it was like pulling teeth to get him to even consider anything else. So, you relaxed into his chest and closed your eyes again.

“Yeah. I think I like the sound of that.”

[dreamofbetterthings]

Official Kinktober 2025 Prompt List + Updates

Hey everyone! I know I say I’m going to try and upload more regularly, then I disappear off the face of the earth for an ungodly amount of time.

I apologize sincerely.

I honestly don’t know if anyone cares, but I can make a separate post explaining my absence if any of you are interested.

That being said…

This is my first year doing a Kinktober project, and I am very excited! This was the only time (in the long years I’ve been on Tumblr) I’ve had to actually sit down and figure out what prompts I wanted to use, and I am happy to say, I got them all done. I am not telling who each prompt is about, you all will unfortunately have to wait until the specified day to see that.

Due to my inconsistency in uploading, I am forcing myself to do this, as it will give me something to focus on once a day for an entire month.

I did not forget about the handful of WIPs I was working on. I promise you, they are still coming. Please just be a little more patient with me.

If you would like to keep up with everything as it goes, I can create a tag list. This depends on the volume of requests I get.

My requests will be open for the foreseeable future. Please note by this time I will be posting my uploading schedule and update my masterlists monthly (not including the prompt list for this month. This feature will start in November), so you all know what to look forward to in the upcoming weeks. All requests will be responded to with either a specific date, or week for when I can fit it into my schedule to be uploaded, unless I state otherwise, or reach out to you personally. If it’s a quick drabble, or just something someone sends to pick at my brain, I’ll try to respond asap. I will go into further detail in another post.

Please be aware these fics (and my page in general) are for 18+ individuals only! I am not responsible for your media consumption. I will assume whoever interacts with my posts are of proper age to do so. Minors, please do not engage if you don’t want to see it. I. Will. Block. You. I can not, and will not stress this enough.

Thank you all so much for the support. The likes, comments and reblogs really mean the world to me.

Our prompt list is as follows:

October 1st - Cock warming

October 2nd - Public sex

October 3rd - Anal

October 4th - Sensory Deprivation

October 5th - Choking

October 6th - Teratophilia

October 7th - Cuckolding

October 8th - Mind control

October 9th - Cunnilingus

October 10th - Uniforms

October 11th - Praise Kink

October 12th - BDSM

October 13th - Size Kink

October 14th - Sex Pollen

October 15th - Deep throating

October 16th - Breeding

October 17th - Anonymous Sex

October 18th - Hunter/Prey

October 19th - Mirror Sex

October 20th - Partner Swap

October 21st - Dom/Sub

October 22nd - Overstimulation

October 23rd - Roleplay/Knifeplay

October 24th - Lingerie

October 25th - Sex Toys

October 26th - Edge play

October 27th - Free use

October 28th - Shower sex

October 29th - Degradation

October 30th - Hair Pulling

October 31st - Body Worship

[omtai]

i had a dream i worked in an underwater restaurant and people kept ordering ice in their drinks and then getting mad at me when it would float away. and i’d tell them beforehand that the ice would float away & they’d be like lol no that’s not how it works just give me the ice. I’m fighting customer service battles never seen before

[dreamofbetterthings]

I read it as underwear restaurant and was utterly confused

[dreamofbetterthings]

"It's Been A Long, Long Time" Chapter 3

Warnings: Brief mentions of violence

A/N

Holy cow it took a while for me to get this chapter out. I am so sorry. I've had some personal things going on, and it has put me in quite the depressive episode. I didn't want you all to be waiting any longer for this chapter though. Chapter 2 of No Regrets will be up next. After that, I've been thinking of redoing some of my older work. I re-read some of them, and needless to say I hate how I used to write lol. This didn't turn out nearly as long as I wanted after editing, but that's fine. Hope you enjoy!

Previously on It's Been A Long, Long Time

Cautiously, your hand made contact with the engraved cover, and you sighed with relief, knowing it was in better condition than you originally thought. Flipping the cover open, a large gust of wind blew into the room, and you quickly covered your eyes. When it subsided, the air in the room felt warm. You opened your eyes and looked around.

You were no longer in your room.

Where you were?

That was something you couldn't answer. The goosebumps subsided and you welcomed the warmth coming from the room. You glanced at the objects and realized you were in someone else's bedroom, but it definitely wasn't Wanda's. As far as you know, her room doesn't look like it was furnished in the wrong century. There were knick-knacks everywhere that looked so old you weren't sure your parents would even know what they were. You didn't stick around long enough to take in anything else in the room before your feet started moving towards the door.

Exiting the room, you walked into the hallway and tried your best not to make any noise. You could hear what sounded like muffled yelling down the hall, and part of you wanted to see what was going on, while the other part of you wanted to ask them where you were and exactly whose house you were in. Apparently, your mind made itself up for you, because the next thing you know, you were standing with your back against a wall and the yelling was crystal clear. As you listened, you tried to make out who was talking.

“You all must think I'm really fucking stupid.”

That was a man.

"That's debatable."

That sounded like Tony.

"Tony, for once in your life, shut up."

That definitely was Tony, the woman kinda sounded like Natasha, but that couldn't be right, you hadn't seen her in years.

“Why are you here?”

Another somewhat familiar voice in the sea of unknowing ones.

Someone laughed, but it sounded misplaced. It didn't settle well in your bones. There were footsteps so heavy, you almost started to feel bad for the floor. "I want the vibranium I came for. And all of you know where it is." The sound of the steps continued to change, the person was pacing the room.

Tony spoke up again. "We're not exactly going to keep stuff just lying around like that." "Oh, but you have Stark." The footsteps stopped. "As a matter of fact, you have something I want just lying around right now. I heard they've been making quite an impression on you all. So, I figured I'd take a look and see who exactly has you guys so far wrapped around their finger." The sound of rustling and people moving caused you to peek your head around the corner.

You couldn't see any faces, but someone being held back by two men, and guns. A lot of guns, and you suddenly felt homesick. Now definitely felt like a good time to find your way back home. Before you can move, a gloved hand covers your mouth, and you struggle against the person's grip. The man dragged you into view of the others. "Look who I found lurking around the corner." You try to scream or make any kind of noise, but it's muffled against the man's hand over your mouth.

The man with the heavy shoes walks over to you and gives you a once-over. "Well, glad you finally decided to join us, sweetheart. You know it's not nice to be nosy." You couldn't see anyone except the men dressed all in black and holding guns. "Let them go Loki, and we'll give you the vibranium." The man, who you know knew the name of, laughed loudly and pointed towards you. "I've never seen this side of you, Rodgers. I'd expect this from my so-called brother, but not you. I must say, it's not a good look."

"Brother, we already told you we'd give you the vibranium. Is all this really necessary?" Loki turns and faces who you could only assume was his sibling. "Actually, brother, it is. See I don't trust that you'll hold up your end of our bargain. So I decided to make sure you will."

A sharp pain pierces the side of your body and the only reason you are still standing is because of the man holding you in place. You can hear more struggling, but still can't see anyone's faces. The man holding you finally lets go and your legs can't hold you up anymore. Your body collides with the floor and you can hear footsteps walking away. "Think of this as, a little insurance policy. Make sure I get what is mine, and we can go on with our lives. I don't think I have to tell you what happens if you don't. You have three days. I really wouldn't keep me waiting."

Shouting filled the room, but the only thing you could focus on was the darkness welcoming you with open arms. A pair of hands gently lift you up and into someone's lap. Your eyes open and through the tears, a pained gasp leaves your lips. It was Mr. Blue Eyes, with other people you recognized, like Tony and Bucky. You couldn't see anyone else as your vision kept fading. A cloth is placed over your wound and you cry out in pain. Your blue-eyed man, who you can only assume to be Rodgers, starts talking, but you can't make out what he's saying.

Everything sounded just far enough away for you to be unable to hear, and you couldn't see well enough to read his lips. He keeps holding pressure on your stomach and the muffled voices start to fade along with the rest of your vision. A hand is put in yours and you hold on for dear life. As your eyes start to close, you can only make out a couple of actual words.

"...going into shock..."

"St-"

Violently shaking your shoulders and yelling causes your eyes to open. Wanda is standing over you with teary eyes and Pietro is frantically running his hands through his hair and talking on the phone. Wanda puts something on your stomach and applies pressure. Your mouth opens to speak but a scream rips through the room. Pietro comes back in and uses a towel to wipe the sweat pooling on your forehead.

Your head was pounding, and everything was becoming blurry again. Looking down, you saw Wanda holding a towel, and red... So much red. It was in the same spot as your dream. If that's what you wanted to call it. "What happened?!" "Who did this to you?!" The siblings keep asking questions but you're mumbling incoherently over and over again. More of your vision begins to darken, and you see two more blurry figures walk in. Their voices are long gone to you now, with only one name resonating clear as day in your head. You muster up enough energy to mumble the name.

"Loki."

Your vision goes black.

[iknowitwontwork]

FUCK THIS COUNTRY

[threeeyedharemp3]

you came back wrong and i am racked with guilt because i cannot bear to see you like this and i should have let you rest. i loved you so much that i defied death itself but i do not think either of us are happy

[vetchtibbles]

this is what microwaving leftover pizza feels like

[threeeyedharemp3]

stop it i was trying to be gothic

[dreamofbetterthings]

this is what microwaving gothic pizza feels like