#rated e

[captainblou]

Don't mind if we tease you?

Coming soon, in your AO3 tabs

(we know you have at least 40 of those open right now, but make room for one more, would you?)

A collaborative fanfiction between @eybefioro and yours truly. A no-pressure, no-dealine, no-plot commitment that we already failed to respect (plot fits on a napkin, but it exists).

Undercover

After Aziraphale becomes the Supreme Archangel, Crowley is appointed as Prince of Hell. Some may think they aren't talking, but that's only true when they're busy with more pressing activities. (A collection of sexy times between our favorite angel and demon, trapped in a office hell/heaven scape, where the second coming that matters is not the Jesus one)

First chapter on Sunday 28th April.

#Good omens #Good omens fanfiction #Aziracrow #crowley #aziraphale #fanfiction #collaborative fic #CaptainBlou #EybeFioro #Undercover Smut Fest #Rated E #AO3 #Mind the tags as you go #ineffable husbands #ineffable divorce #My fics #Teaser

[dnffics]

soft sunlight & soothed dogs

by wooowriter

Rated E, 33.1k words

Tags: Cat Hybrid!George, Getting Together, Friends to Lovers, Sexual Content

Summary:

He’s never known hybrids personally, but he’s seen them before. He’s spoken to them in passing. His little sister’s best friend is a dog hybrid. She’d sent him a singing card on his birthday a few years back even though they’d only interacted a handful of times. He’d been in school with some, when he’d been in school. In his, albeit, limited experience, he’s never known them to go to such lengths to hide it. Though, now he wonders how many do and what the reason for it is. But the point is this; George is a hybrid. George is a hybrid who’s gone out of his way to keep it a secret. Or, George is a cat hybrid. Dream finds out.

#mod.recs #dnf #dreamnotfound #dnf fanfic #dnf fic #oneshot #25k-50k words #rated e #nsft #getting together #friends to lovers #wooowriter #au

[starchaserdreams]

I just remembered those commercials that said "Rated E for Everyone"

AO3 it's more like "Rated E for Everyone Better Take a Good Look at The Tags"

#archive of our own #ao3 #fanfiction #rated e #e rated #that does not mean what you think it means #hope that never confused anyone #fanfic #credit to my sister for this one #thank you

[wynnyfryd]

Trailer park Steve AU part 31

part 1 | part 30 | ao3

updating the rating to E. cw: recreational drug use/marijuana, foreplay, mild-to-moderate spit kink

“I feel like a water bottle,” Steve slurs. At some point he wiggled his way between Eddie’s legs to get a better look at his tattoos — starting at his ankles and working his way up, pointing at each piece and asking, "What's this? And what's that?"

Eddie explained each one in turn: the quotes, the lyrics, the silly art. "This one's the Elvish word for friend. That one's from an Iron Maiden song. Oh, the asterisk? It's supposed to be an asshole. No, I'm serious! That's how Vonnegut drew them in his books."

Now Steve’s lying flat on his back between Eddie’s splayed thighs, eyelids heavy, body warm. 'Go Your Own Way' plays softly on the stereo, and Eddie continues his tattoo tour, the fingers of his free hand weaving patterns through Steve's hair — lazy, twirling zig-zags that send skitters of sensation across his scalp and down his spine.

Steve feels like he could die right now. Happy. Held. Content.

Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.

“This is fucking awesome,” he hums.

“Good,” Eddie grins at him, “I’m glad.” He scratches lightly at his scalp. “What were you, uh— what were you saying about a water bottle?”

Oh, right. Steve lifts a hand; pantomimes tilting a bottle back and forth. “Like, uh….. Sssloshy.”

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie snorts. “You’re so high.”

“Mmmmhm.”

“And you look like you’re jerking off a ghost."

“I’ll jerk off your ghost,” Steve mutters petulantly.

"I’m sure my ghost would love that.”

Eddie reaches for the joint and takes another drag, and Steve tilts his neck, arching up to look at him. Bites his lip at the pretty picture Eddie makes: the sharp shadows and delicate lines, the shape of his full lips exhaling rings of smoke. Big for a guy's. He remembers thinking that a couple weeks ago. That they were big. That they looked soft.

And now he thinks: Kissable.

Steve licks his lips. “What about your, uh- not ghost?”

Eddie laughs like he’s watching a newborn puppy try to walk. “You want to touch my dick so bad.”

“S’probably a good dick,” Steve shrugs, unashamed.

He probably should be — ashamed. Guilty for the feelings stirring deep inside his chest; feelings weed brings to the surface, sends southbound, turns to need. He can imagine how the good, god-fearing Catholics who raised him would react if they could see him now, how they'd foam and froth and rage, red-faced and covered in spittle as they shouted that he's condemning himself to Hell.

But the thing is, he's already in Hell. He's been here since July.

And anyway, Hell's kinda nice. Gentle and warm, surprisingly kind. Hell smells like leather and tobacco, like weed and aftershave, and it sounds like Lindsey Buckingham, and it likes to braid Steve's hair.

Hell has endless, inky eyes and probably kisses him with tongue.

Heat spreads through him like molten honey at the thought, spilling hot over the edges, curling in his core, and Steve turns his head to the side and drags his mouth over a tattoo on Eddie’s inner thigh — a cartoon cloud over a curled-up snoozing fox. He noses at the edge of Eddie's shorts; pushes them up.

Goosebumps pebble under the warm press of his lips. "What's this one?" Steve whispers, nudging the fabric further up.

Eddie’s laugh is quiet and strained. "Something I don't want to discuss with your mouth this close to my dick. Stevie," he warns, but it's breathless, full of want. There's a wet spot on his shorts.

Steve pushes onto his belly, blows hot breath over the spot, liquid fire coursing through him at he stares at the bulge in Eddie’s shorts. Blistering heat, the sweetness dense, rich and thick on his tongue; in his veins. He mouths at the crease of Eddie's thigh. Eddie smells so good, like skin and sweat and boy, and Steve wants this. Wants it so badly he feels the ache inside his teeth. I dreamed the goddess poured ambrosia...

Steve feels it drip from head to toe.

"Steve." Eddie's voice is sharp this time, commanding and firm as he fists a hand in Steve's hair — not hurting him; not letting him move. Keeping him from putting his mouth just where he wants.

Steve makes a desperate sound and rocks his hips against the bed.

"Steve, stop," Eddie scolds. Pulls his hair a little harder, like he’s tugging on a leash.

"Eddie, please.” Steve’s eyes roll back, and he shifts his hips again. Just once; just a bit. Not nearly hard enough.

"No. Behave. Be good."

Steve freezes — tenses every muscle, holds himself so still, his face flushing with shame, because he didn’t mean to not be good. Didn’t mean to do anything bad. He blinks at Eddie with watery eyes and says he’s sorry, his voice cracking around the word.

"God," Eddie groans. His fist tightens in Steve’s hair, and his hips twitch off the bed, the curve of his cock brushing the tip of Steve's nose. Fuck. "Holy shit. Roll over."

"What?"

"On your back, like you were before." He’s panting when he says it, and Steve does as he's told; flips over onto his back, face bracketed by Eddie's thighs, the tent in his own shorts embarrassingly big. Obvious.

"Good,” Eddie exhales. “That’s- Jesus. Yeah, that’s good." He sinks back against the wall with a winded sigh.

And then he doesn't say anything else.

Doesn’t even move, just slouches down to catch his breath.

Steve kind of wants to cry; feels chastised and stupid, because of course Eddie doesn't want this. He already said he didn't, didn't he? Not tonight, anyway. And now Steve’s ruined things by being high and dumb and selfish, getting himself worked up over nothing and making it Eddie’s problem, and he'll probably spend the rest of this night miserable and blue-balled because he's a horny idiot, but that's—

It’s fine, if Eddie wants to cool things off; if he doesn't want to— he's allowed to not want—

"Here's what's about to happen.”

Steve snaps his head up to listen. Twists his neck around, sees Eddie lounging against the wall like a bored king on a throne, one ringed hand cupping himself loosely through his shorts. He squeezes once, takes another deep breath; lets it out long and controlled. Steve’s gonna fucking drool. "You’re gonna touch yourself for me.”

Steve moans. Guttural and loud, the sound punched out of his lungs, because Eddie’s voice comes out like gravel — husky, deep, the words authoritative and slow; like Steve needs to be punished; like Eddie’s merciful.

“You’re going to touch yourself exactly how I tell you to, and only how I tell you to. If I say stop, you stop. If I say faster, you speed up. If it's too much—" His hand moves to Steve’s cheek, slapping lightly against the bone. “—you tap out, or you tell me.”

Steve nods his head, entranced. Eddie’s thumb moves to his mouth. “And if you’re very, very good…” He tugs his bottom lip; presses in; lets him suck. “…then I’ll let you watch me come. How does that sound?”

Steve whines; hollows his cheeks, sucking harder, flicking his tongue. Eddie’s thighs clamp down around him, and when he pulls his hand away the spit clings to his thumb, a delicate string connecting them before it breaks. “Asked you a question, sweetheart.” He smears the spit over Steve’s chin. “Does that sound good?”

Steve nearly swallows his tongue.

—

part 32

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#trailer park steve au #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steddie fic #rated e #my writing #my fic

[suzypfonne]

This is beautiful @skyclearblue

Why? Love.

-Neil Gaiman

#what is love? #good omens #aziraphale #crowley #Muriel's POV #rated E #ineffable husbands #good omens fanfiction #go fanfic

[steddieunderdogfics]

Boltedfruit's "Simple Biology" is another favorite steddie omegaverse fic of mine and it has the cutest premise of Steve and Eddie raising a flour sack baby together for heath class and falling in love over it.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50188126/chapters/126752176

Simple Biology by boltedfruit

@boltedfruit

Rating: Explicit

28,467 words, 8/8 chapters

Archive Warning: No Warnings

Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Eddie Munson, Omega Steve Harrington, Alternate Universe - College/University, flour bag baby, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mating Rituals, Intersex Omegas, Vaginal Sex, Knotting, Light Angst, Fluff and Smut, Breeding Kink, Falling In Love, Scenting, Scent Kink, Scent Marking, more tags to be added with each chapter, growling/purring/trilling, Dominance, lightly - Freeform, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington Are Best Friends, also roommates, Steve Harrington-centric, Protective Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson Has a Crush on Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington Is a Mess, Period-Typical Sexism, Virgin Eddie Munson, Alpha/Omega

Summary:

Steve's first real college assignment is to take care of a flour bag baby. With his class partner Eddie Munson, who happens to be an alpha. - Then Eddie snaps his jaw at the other alpha, the sound of teeth hitting teeth ringing between Steve’s ears. And from his vantage point, he swears he sees Eddie’s eyes flash red. The other alpha's hands slowly unwind from Eddie’s vest. Eddie bears down until the other cowers. It's subtle. A tilt of his head in deference. Eddie’s won. Steve’s mouth waters.

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This rec is a part of Theme Weekend. The theme this weekend is omegaverse.

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#steddie #steddie fic recs #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #stranger things #theme weekend #omegaverse #a/b/o dynamics #alpha eddie munson #omega steve harrington #rated e #college au

[pocketwei]

EXPLICIT // dofcora🦩❤️‍🔥 -> full under the cut

private penance in the night

#art #sketches #one piece #donquixote doflamingo #donquixote rosinante #dofucora #rated E

[mellz117]

#Animal Crossing Series #Animal Crossing New Leaf #Brewster #AC Brewster #Nintendo #Nintendo Switch #2024 #GIf #mellz post #rated e

[brainrotexe]

Wriolette/Neuvithesley | ao3 fanfic | smut | 2.3k 🔞

Intoxicated by brainrotexe

#genshin fanfic #genshin impact #neuvithesley #wriolette #smut #wriothesley #lemon #neuvillette #rated e #ao3 #scent kink #scent #handkerchief #fantasizing #frotting #ao3 fanfic #bl fanfic #gay mlm #mlm #fanfic #pining #gay pining #18+ content #18+ only

[rockingrobin69]

Erm, hello there, may I perhaps have a trick, with some treat vibes?? Pretty please???

Hello my love! Here's some soft smut for you, rated E.

Most Favourite

“I’m not asking for much,” Draco said, reasonably, “only to be your favourite person in the whole entire world. That’s it.”

Harry, still laughing, wiping his face on his sleeve: “Oh, that’s it.”

“Yes! You don’t even have to love me or anything. You don’t need to make any romantic grand gestures or, or, keep finding new ways to please me, or—although this feels fairly nice.”

To the stubble-rough kisses Harry couldn’t help but pepper on his soft inner thigh. “Fairly nice?”

“Fine, it feels fucking fantastic, happy?”

The grin on his face was starting to ache in the corners. “Delirious,” Harry said, and settled himself between Draco’s legs, mouthing the gap under his briefs. “C’mon, baby, help me get these off.”

Draco was mumbling something about getting off, but he did lift his sweet arse so that Harry could pull the boxers down, kissing the soft, fuzzy skin he was baring. To the perfect arch of Draco’s foot, curling with ticklish pleasure; back up to nuzzle behind his knee, to lather his thigh with warm licks and to bite the supple, fleshy part of it till Draco squealed.

“Oi! Brute. You didn’t answer my question.”

“There was a question there?” grinning into blond pubic hair. “Sweetheart, you’re gorgeous.”

An indignant shriek. “You know that wasn’t it!”

“My love,” sprinkling adoring kisses on the base of Draco’s cock, “my sincerest apologies, but I’m a little bit busy, see,” and the sharp breathing and the stirring interest and the lovely pink on Draco’s cheeks when he looked up assured him Draco supported the endeavour. Still, and only savouring it a little: “Would you like me to stop?”

Draco had the cutest pout. “No?” he said. “No. Just—I know it’s terribly childish but I need, ah,” voice melting when Harry traced a wet finger down his crack and round and round his hole.

“You need?” a little cruelly, making up for it with a generous lave of his cock, which had conveniently, fantastically, started to drip.

“Harry,” more a moan than a demand now. “Don’t—ah—change the subject. I—hngh,” trembling under his hands, the dearest and most beautiful little menace Harry’d ever seen. “More!”

“More?” incredulously, enamoured, “oh, no. I think you might need more.”

Squirming and convoluting, entangling himself in the sheets, already so frantic and truly, Harry’s barely even done anything. Apart from teasing him and teasing him and maybe sucking with a little more vigour now, tongue slipping on the vein on the underside of Draco’s perfect cock, and the finger Harry didn’t realise had gone a full knuckle in kept going in circles and, huh, Harry still had his clothes on? Hot, but unnecessary.

With only one hand, and a smidge of his concentration, Harry managed to rid himself of the shirt, and halfway done with the jeans (“Ah, ah, Ha-rry, fuck, ah, gods”) and fuck, if his boxers just, down to the knees right that will do, and in desperation and with the scorching heat of Draco all around him he nearly missed the wail, which would have been a real shame. Every minute of this was a miracle, and—the look on Draco’s face. “What is it?” with a sudden pang of dread. “Darling?”

“I just,” Harry didn’t know if this was good-sobbing or bad-sobbing, but his heart clenched anyway, “I need to know it’s possible. I know you have so many, ah, fuck, there are much better people in your life and, and, Harry, I can’t think when you’re doing that!”

“Doing—” he realised his finger was still moving. Made it stop. “Draco, if what’s possible?”

“If I could ever be your…” desolately looking away, and Harry’s chest was a riot and nothing made sense besides—

“Favourite?” blinking at the contorted face, at this ridiculous, ridiculous man, “you want to know if you can be my favourite? Bloody—absolute ninny, of course you already are?”

“Am what?”

Harry shook his head, words failing him for a moment, then leaned down to pet Draco’s cheek. “A wanker,” he laughed, and kissed his cheek. “A git,” kissed the other one. “An absolute twat,” the tip of his nose. “And my absolute favourite person. You berk.”

Draco laugh-sobbed, eyes big and grey. “Really?”

“Really,” unable to look at him, trailing kisses down his neck, his shoulder, his sides.

“And you couldn’t bloody say so when I practically went and made a gigantic arse of my—argh!” when Draco’s cock was back where it belonged. “Merlin! Give a man a warning, will you?”

Harry shrugged and resumed his very important mission of sucking another confession out of Draco. Maybe if he made him see stars Draco would admit that Harry’s his favourite, too.  

#drarry fic #rated E #Robin's trick or treat #draco's an only child folks i'm sorry that's the way it is #very soft very loving smut #for my very darling friend #789 words #listen i know i'm blasting your with robin content but er happy october i guess? #rockingrobin69

[dnffics]

fueled by the pyre of your enemies

by indigoh

Rated E, 12.5k words

Tags: Road Trips, Hurt/Comfort, Marriage, Sexual Content

Summary:

George has been sleeping his days away lately. Dream tries to keep him up with funny TikToks and kisses, but George is stubborn, and realistically, Dream knows that George is his own man, and that he can’t just force him to do what he wants. They’ve been like yin and yang in a way – two opposite forces working beautifully together: Dream can’t sleep; sleeping is all George can do.

Or, Dream has always been there when George gets sad.

#mod.recs #dnf #dreamnotfound #dnf fanfic #dnf fic #oneshot #10k-25k words #road trips #hurt/comfort #marriage #nsft #rated e #indigoh

[poppy5991]

After the death of his son, Enji takes what revenge he can grasp against a corrupt church by helping the harpy that is intended as a religious sacrifice escape to safety. But each and every one of their fates is much more intertwined than any of them had imagined.

A wind blows and a storm begins to brew on the horizon.

——

I’ve been workshopping this one for a while and I’m really enjoying it! So hopefully you guys will too!

#endhawks #shigadabi #ao3 #fanfic #rated E #work in progress #multi chap fic #fyi the E rating is mostly for darker themes and not so much the actual content (any violence or smut is pretty much M)

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Until the storm comes

Written for @steddiemicrofic, July 2023

prompt: pool | 442 words

Rated: E

Tags/cw: D/S dynamics; sub!Steve; dom!Eddie; Eddie is a bit mean, I guess (they're both really into it though)

Beware: smut under the cut (heh, that rhymes)

The late July night is thick and syrupy with heat. Even with the windows open, it pools sluggishly in the bedroom, not even the slightest breeze stirring the curtains. The first telltale signs of the coming thunderstorm rumble in the distance, the taste of ozone heavy in the air, a promise of relief.

Desire pools in Eddie’s abdomen, warm and slow. Like the storm, it has been building for hours, has become this thick and palpable thing that hangs in the room like something solid. It wants to break loose, but he won’t let it. Not yet. Not when waiting is so sweet, not when the sight in front of him is delicious like this. 

Steve’s arms are crossed on the headboard, forehead resting on top of them, that pretty hair ruined and tousled, sticking to his neck in wet, dark strands. He is propped up on his knees, back in an obscene arch, that glorious ass on perfect display. His thighs are shaking with exertion and he keeps making these high, nasal whining sounds from deep in his throat while Eddie slowly moves his fingers inside of him. Languid curling motions and stretches, a slow glide of in and out and in again. His hips are twitching in small, barely there spasms, longing to move, to seek release, but he doesn’t. Because Eddie hasn’t told him to move, has he? 

“Such a good boy.” 

Eddie’s voice drips heavy and sweet like honey, like the air, like the weight of their desire. He bends down and drags his tongue over the bright red handprint on Steve’s right thigh, evidence of his sole attempt at misbehavior earlier. Steve shivers when he blows lightly on the spot, and blood pools below the surface of his skin, coloring the fresh bruise pink and pretty. Eddie curls his fingers inside of him and a wrecked little sound tumbles from Steve’s lips. 

“What do you need, sweet thing?” 

“Eddie, please!” Steve’s voice is hoarse with need. “It's too much, I need to move, I-"

Eddie tuts sharply, hand tightening over the bruise, and Steve falls silent. A bead of sweat trickles down his back, pools at the base of his spine. Eddie leans in and kisses it away. 

"Oh, baby. But you're so pretty like this, and I've only just started. You can go a bit longer for me, can't you?"

Steve bites back a sob but nods shakily against the pillow of his arms. 

"Words, love?" 

"Yes, sir." 

God, he is perfect, isn't he? Eddie will make his reward so, so sweet when he finally lets him have it. 

Maybe he'll wait until the storm comes.

#steddie #steddie brainrot #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie fanfic #fanfiction #fanfiction writer #fanfic #my writing #steddie microfic #rated e #hype's microfics

[supercanaries]

Ship: Dabi Hawks 🦅🐍 Rating: 🔞 Tags: A / B / O, Omega Hawks, Alpha Dabi Notes: For Kinktober 2023 from the firecanaries kinktober list. Might be developped from drabble to full fic in the future ✨.

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Not a single coherent thought is going on in Hawks’s brain anymore, nothing but the wonderful feeling of being filled by his alpha. 

Touya’s perfectly swollen dick stretches him oh so well Hawks cannot bring his eyes to focus. He’s a squirming mess underneath Touya’s sweaty flesh, sunk in the sticky sheets with his legs up and wrapped around the villain’s torso, his sight blurred and his lips unable to form any words that aren’t curses or a relentless stream of yesyesyes whenever Touya hits that spot, the thin rim that separates his alpha from his womb deep inside.

“You take me so, so well, fuck,” Touya’s mouth hisses straight in his ear, his tongue coming out to play with his earring between kisses, “so tight, so wet, all for me.”

Every bit of Hawks feels like he’s gonna go insane at any moment. His omega purrs stronger at every thrust of Touya inside him, his animal instincts from his mutation growing more impatient at every slap of Touya’s fat, full balls against his ass, his sanity burning as if Touya was setting it on fire himself. 

So when Touya pulls his face back from his neck and slides his tongue inside Hawks’ mouth, he just whines and babbles against him, pleading, not sure what for.

His legs startle around Touya and he only realizes he has his nails sinking deep in the burnt and sane skin of his back when Touya chuckles against his mouth.

“You’re so wild today,” he says between kisses, full of himself as a consequence, his eyes a blurred blue mess in Hawks’s wet eyesight, “What’s gotten into you, pretty bird?”

Hawks wishes he had any type of answer, but instead all he has is moaning moremorepleasemore straight into Touya’s mouth as he squirms from below, trying to roll his hips to meet his thrusts. 

Touya doesn’t seem to mind, though. He tries to keep control – it’s clear, and manages quite well considering just how desperately he’s fucking into Hawks like his life depends on it, but Hawks doesn’t miss the way his hands slip from the mattress twice or three times, of the way his knees seem less secure on the bed than they were minutes ago.

His fingers grab the sheets and he grunts over Hawks’s face, drops of sweat coming off his face and straight onto Hawks’s cheeks until Touya’s practically fuming all over, smoke coming out of his body, and Hawks can smell the burn from the sheets at the side of his head. 

“Fuck, wanna come inside you so, so badly,” Touya curses between gritted teeth, slapping Hawks’ asscheeks with his hips. Hawks whines in spite of the slick flowing out of his body and slipping between thrusts to pool on the bed beneath his ass. Touya reaches to kiss his mouth, caressing Hawks’s tongue with his own. “I know, I know, I’m not going to,” he breathes over his mouth and fucks into Hawks like he’s really going to instead, “but I want to so bad.”

Yeah, Hawks wants that too.

He wants to feel Touya deep inside his womb, wants his knot so badly he might cry over it. He wants to be stretched by him just once, wants their bond to be physical again, like the time Touya claimed his gland and branded him his. He wants Touya to spill inside of him, fill him with his pups so that he can carry them for his beloved alpha. That’s definitely not going to happen, possibly ever. 

His legs tighten around Touya’s back and waist, as he tries to pull him closer, as if the villain wasn’t already inside him and couldn’t possibly get any closer. But Touya gets it anyway. He bends down to kiss Hawks’ mouth messily, tongues wrapping together in a clumsy dance, heads tilting frantically and almost never creating the right angle. But they’re both too gone to care. 

“‘m close,” Touya whispers inside his mouth.

“Yesyes,” Hawks practically pleads back against his tongue, reaching with his hands through Touya’s white hair, pulling him closer, devouring his mouth sloppily, rolling his hips to meet his thrusts. Fuck, nothing feels better than pleasing his alpha. Hawks throbs and leaks just from the thought of Touya coming because of him.

“Gonna pull out,” Touya kisses him, “in a moment.”

He kisses him again.

Hawks’ omega screams no in his brain, in his heart, in his soul.

He wants to be filled so badly, he can feel the tears form at the corner of his eyes. The strangled cry that comes out of his throat proves it too. 

He’s wanted it before, sure, but this time it feels different. This time his toes curl at his feet, his thighs start trembling and the mess of what remains of his wings quivers in anticipation. His lower belly feels warm, itchy and pulsing, and his face is practically on fire. Not even Touya’s boot on his cheek felt that way. He knows something is up. He can tell his body is responding differently, but fuck it if he knows what it is and if he’s going to let it stop him from making his alpha come.

“Hawks,” Touya says over his mouth, not kissing back when Hawks’s reaches for his lips with his own. His tone is suddenly serious. 

“What?” Hawks only realizes his eyes were closed when he opens them.

Cerulean eyes are staring back at him strangely.

Hawks isn’t sure he’s ever seen this specific look in Touya’s eyes.

They’ve fucked plenty when Hawks was under cover, and he knows they took it where they shouldn’t have. He knows because he has a mark to prove it. Because Dabi became his alpha and because Touya still is. But he’s never seen Touya give him such a look. His eyes look bigger in the dim light of Hawks’s room. His gaze is softer and genuinely surprised. Hawks didn’t think anything could surprise Touya anymore. 

It’s beautiful, the way his lips are slightly parted in shock. His eyebrows are arched upwards comically. It almost looks like someone else’s face but it’s still his alpha.

“Why did ya stop?” Hawks lazily rolls his hips.

He can feel Touya throb at the motion. He has to be so, so close.

“Baby bird, I don’t think you realize.” His lips twitch in a grin. It’s sly, maybe proud, but it’s not malicious. “You’re locking me.”

#dabi hawks #dabihawks #firecanarieskinktober23 #drabble #rated e #writing

[steddieunderdogfics]

Hotel, Motel, Holiday Inn by beetlesandstars

@beetlesandstarss

Rating: Explicit

2,846 words, 1/1 chapters

Archive Warning: No Warnings

Tags: Hotel Sex, Mutual Masturbation, Porn with Feelings, Gay Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Porn Watching, is watching porn with your homie gay?, tune in to find out, Crack, Crack Treated Seriously

Summary:

“You do this a lot, Steve? Watch porn with your friends?” “I used to.” (Or: with the TV stuck on the 'adult content' channel, Steve and Eddie find a way to pass the time).

Thanks for the rec!

This rec is a part of Challenge Monday. The challenge this week was crack treated seriously.

Know a fic that deserves extra love? Submit through our asks or the submission box!

#steddie #steddie fic recs #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #stranger things #challenge monday #crack treated seriously #crack fic #rated e

[mellz117]

#kingdom hearts series #kingdom hearts 1 #sora #kairi #sora kh1 #kairi kh1 #square enix #screenshot #2024 #mellz post #rated e