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clandestineloki · 11 months

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Cold Flower (NSFW)

A/N: My public apology for going dormant on Tumblr for nearly 5 months.

tw: jotun!loki dom!loki, sub!cottagegirl!reader, loki’s cock is big but his size kink is bigger, corruption kink, praise kink, manhandling but very cutely if i may say!!, unrealistically fast paced because loki is horny ) >:D

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The grass tickles your ankles as you step through the bushes, careful not to step on any pretty flowers in your path.

Sunset is nearing, and you've only gotten so much as a few ferns. But you don't mind. The forest will bloom when it wants to, and even if you haven't collected any flowers for your work you're having a wonderful time looking around at all the birds and the deer and the butterflies and nature; just getting away from the busy life in the village is enough of a treat.

Stepping through a clear patch, you look around for any deer traps. What deer traps? The ones that have hidden nets that burst out from the ground like flytraps and scoop up any poor being that just happened to be there, leaving them trapped up in the air by a rope tied to a tree.

Now that you think of it, a clear patch in the middle of the forest means one thing: a deer trap has been set off already.

Right above where you stand.

Realizing the danger of being anywhere near a threatened or harmed deer, you’re ready to bolt out of the woods when you look up, and see a net that’s filled with leaves, branches, and stray grass reeds.

And dangling out of the net is a leg— a leg that looks less like a deer’s… and more of a person’s.

You gasp in horror. Someone’s caught in it!

Running around the tree, you find the rope suspending the trap buried in the ground. You rummage for your shears and hastily cut it, grabbing the rope to pull it down with your weight and let the trap sink to the ground slowly.

When it does, you run over, cutting away as much of the net as you can, digging through the leaves until you reach someone covered in an enormous fur cape.

You gingerly pull it back, and stare in awe.

It’s a man, with dark hair and sharp features, no doubt very handsome despite the scratches and cuts he’s sustained. The linen top he’s wearing is littered with twigs.

Softly, you brush away the twigs when you touch his wrist and freeze.

And quite literally, because his skin is as cold as ice.

Almost as if he were a corpse.

“Sir! Sir! Please wake up!”

When Prince Loki’s eyes open and adjust to the glare of the sun— and the silhouette blocking it out— his breath hitches.

Is this Valhalla? Am I… dead?

Surely, he must be. For above him kneels the most beautiful girl, almost shimmering in the golden light, it’s definite that you’re an angel.

“Hello? Sir? Can you hear me?”

An even lovelier voice for a radiant woman. He nods, and you let out a sigh of relief.

“Oh, thank goodness!” You lean forward, brushing away twigs from his face and cloak. “I thought you had died! I hate those deer traps, they’re dangerous and they're so hard to see! It almost killed you! Are you alright?”

“Yes- Yes, I’m fine. Thank you.”

It’s as if he spoke without thinking, eager to hear more from your pretty lips. You catch your breath, kneeling back down, and he sits up to get a better look at the captivating face of his savior.

“How long have you been up there?”

Loki brushes his hand against his cheek. “I'm not quite sure- ah-”

He hisses when his fingers graze a wound on his temple, and he retracts his hand to find a few specks of scarlet.

“Probably not long, I'm still bleeding,” he shows you his hand, and you gasp.

“Oh, no,” you take a closer look at his face. “My house isn't far from here, I can help you clean up and get some rest. You must be exhausted. Are you alright with some porridge and biscuits? They're all I have the ingredients for and the farmers’ market is a bit far so I'm sorry if...”

Loki honestly can’t concentrate on what you're saying. He nods along, but he's rather focused on you.

As he tags along behind you as you retrace your steps to your home, Loki whispers a thanks to whatever Gods led him to be graced by your beauty in this moment, regardless of the circumstance. He had just been hunting for sport, unaware of the trap that had pulled him up into the tree so suddenly and rendered him unconscious.

Now, he's found something— no, someone— better; a much more rewarding, delicious little prey.

“I just realized I haven't introduced myself."

Loki looks up just as you say your name, timidly holding out your hand. He takes it after a moment.

“Loki,” he replies, once he finds it in himself to speak.

“Like the prince?"

He recoils a bit in surprise. “Yes- Yes, like the prince. Uh-"

“How are you feeling?" you ask, dabbing the cloth lightly against his wrist.

“They don't hurt if I don't move."

“Okay. Let me know if it does.”

Loki nods, watching you silently tend to his wounds, before he hisses softly.

You flinch, pulling away. “Oh, I'm sorry-"

“You really don't know who I am?” Loki asks.

A second passes as you look down at him, brows furrowing as you sit down next to him on your bed.

“I can't recall. Sorry, have you ordered flowers from me before?"

“You run a flower shop?”

“Yes, that's why I was in the woods. I was looking for fresh flowers and came across you up in that trap.” You tilt your head. “What were you doing in the forest, anyway?"

“I was... hunting for deer, and the last thing I remember is hearing something above me snap.”

“Hunting… Is that what you do for a living?”

“Well, no. My brother and I do it for sport."

“Oh."

Loki stares at you blankly. “My brother, Prince Thor."

You nod.

Loki chuckles. Your pretty little head hasn't registered it.

He leans in close, brushing his lips against your ear, and whispers very slowly:

“I'm Prince Loki."

And the reaction he gets is the cutest. Your lips part as your eyes widen, to which he grins.

But he doesn't expect you to fling yourself off the side of the bed and onto the ground, bowing down to him.

“Your Highness!” you squeak. “I'm so sorry, I didn't know!! I-”

“Darling, please," he chuckles, shaking his head. “That isn't necessary-"

“I'm so sorry, I'll get some tea, do you want anything from the market? Please, allow me-”

Loki bends down, lifting you off the floor in a princess carry and sets you down on the bed.

“Please, don’t stress yourself. You saved my life.”

He takes your hand, kissing it softly as he smiles up at you.

“Thank you, pretty angel.”

Your eyes widen as you stutter out tiny breaths. Norns, aren’t you the most adorable?

“I don’t think you believe me.” He stands up, pretending to be offended by your silence.

“No!” you cry . “I mean- I do believe you! It’s just- I was surprised, I didn’t think-”

“Didn’t think what? A prince would just be out in the woods for no reason?” He laughs, leaning down to you. Before you can respond, he chuckles again. “That’s alright,” he steps back, “you just need a little… evidence.”

Loki closes his eyes, and lets himself shift into his true form: blue skin, dark green patterns across his biceps. He hears the tiniest gasp of amazement from you as the magic also heals his wounds and cuts (and hopes that he’ll hear more of those cute noises very soon).

When he’s done transforming, he opens his eyes and stares down at you.

Dear Norns.

He knew he was already taller than you in human form, but this was just delightful. You’re much tinier than him, staring up at his stature with those wide doe eyes of yours.

“You are-” you blink a few times in shock. “You are the Jotun prince.”

He smiles even wider. “That’s right.”

“And… I… just saved the Jotun prince.”

He starts laughing, leaning down to whisper in your ear.

“Clever girl.” He knows he’s downright cruel, teasing you just because you’re so cute. “And do you want anything in return for ‘saving the Jotun prince’?”

“Well, I don’t know-”

Loki walks closer to you, and stands between your legs as he drops his cloak to the floor and leans down, drawling his next words very slowly.

“You deserve something… special. Something downright… pleasurable as a reward for saving my life. Something that you’ll remember for the rest of yours.”

He chuckles darkly when your breath hitches in realization.

He wants to make love to you.

“What?”

He pushes you down on the bed, trapping you in with his large body as he takes your wrists in one of his hands.

“You’ll feel undeniable bliss. I’ll take you over and over and over again until I’m sure you’re truly satisfied, because you’re such a sweet little angel saving my life and cleaning me up and looking so fuckable.”

You mewl, no doubt keening from his dirty words. He cups your chin.

“All you have to do is say yes. You don’t even have to do anything~”

His thumb brushes over your quivering lips, and push into your mouth. Loki grins as you look up at him, nodding slowly.

“Use your words, angel,” he teases, pulling his thumb away from your mouth.

It takes you a few moments to catch your breath. “Okay…”

He wanted to make you beg. He wanted you to say please, please fuck me so he could flip you over like you weighed nothing and take you over and over again like you’d asked but the way you whimpered withered away the last of his patience.

He had to make you his.

Loki captured you into a passionate kiss, muffling every last sound your pretty lips made so that only he could hear. He pulled away only to push you down on the sheets again, forcing his tongue into your mouth as you twitch in his hold, unable to comprehend how dizzy you are from just a kiss.

The two of you pull away for air as his dark green irises watches your eyes glaze over with submission. He grins, unbuttoning his white button-up and tosses it elsewhere.

He grins as you stare at his chest. Your tiny hands reach for him, tracing over the markings and patterns.

Loki hisses, taking your hands in one of his. You whimper as he stares down at you.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble, “Did that hurt?”

“No, no.” His voice softens as he leans in, kissing your nose gently, his other hand pushing your dress up your thighs. He kisses your cheek, then presses his lips against your ear. You shiver at his ice-cold breath.

“It doesn’t, angel. It’s just that if you keep doing that, I won’t be able to resist flipping you over and pounding you into the sheets until you’re dripping with my cum and you can’t think.”

He pushes his knee against your crotch, making you squeak like a pathetic little mouse. Loki grins.

“I will be doing that, mind you,” he teases. “But I simply have to get a taste of your pretty juices first~”

Your skirt bunches up against your twitching hips as Loki stares down at your dripping cunt.

“Oh," Loki chuckles. “You're already wet for me, angel, isn't that adorable~?"

You mewl, bashfully covering your face as he grins at your embarrassment.

“Stop teasing..."

Loki shakes his head, pouting in mockery. “Only if you stop being so cute when you're flustered. But until then…”

He places his hands on your thighs, pulling you closer to him as he lowers his face to your mound.

“... I'll enjoy fucking you until you submit to me.”

Your eyes widen as he licks your folds very slowly, and you whine shakily.

“Prince Loki..."

Loki grins, kissing your pretty cunt wetly and pushing his tongue into your dripping hole. And your helpless whimper of pleasure as he devours your pretty pussy whole is the cutest and most captivating noise he's ever heard.

He draws it out of you again, and again, and again, drinking every bit of your slick, even if poor little you are just getting wetter and wetter.

You're panting now, and Loki is equally as short of breath, only ever breaking away from you to watch your pretty face scrunch up so cutely. Loki licks his lips, nibbling on your thighs and making you squeak and tremble in his icy grip.

“You're such an adorable little angel," Loki grumbles. "Makes me want to eat you up like a little mouse, hmm?”

He holds you down firmly as your moans tickle his ears. The way your little hole squeezes around nothing is just so cute, he just has to stuff you full after he makes you come far too many times than you can handle.

“Aww,” Loki chuckles as you whimper breathily, thighs thumping helplessly against the bed. “Little angel can’t take it anymore?”

He brushes a blue finger against your dripping folds, sinking into your hole for the millionth time making you squeak and sob in sensitivity.

“P-Please…” you mumble, glazed eyes pleading for a moment of rest.

He sighs, forgetting you’re just a pure little thing having her first time, and gently scoops you into his arms to press a few kisses to your cheek and whispering your name.

“Have I thanked you enough already~?” He teases, and you nod, nuzzling into his hold though you shiver lightly.

Loki’s heart skips a beat. He feels you cling to him tighter and he feels your little ass grinding against his cock.

“Well,” he muses, “I believe my kingdom will be overjoyed to find that an angel like yourself saved their prince, hmm?”

“Huh?” you ask, still pleasure-drunk as you settle into his lap, as if you perfectly fit in his hold.

“I said,” Loki chuckles his icy breath tickling your face, “My kingdom would be overjoyed to find a pretty thing like you saved the royal prince, wouldn't they?"

“Mhm..."

“And they'll throw a week-long celebration...” he continues, trailing kisses from your cheek to your shoulder. “All for you~”

“R-Really?” you gasp as he begins sucking on your skin, sure to leave marks after. “A whole week? That's too much-!”

Loki laughs against your shoulder, holding your hips down so he can feel your hips grind against his cock. “Nothing is too much for a perfect little angel like you~"

Loki licks the bite mark he's so carefully placed on your skin, then looks up at your glazed eyes and twitching pout.

“Would you like to come back with me to the palace?"

The look of confusion and bashfulness across your face makes his cock twitch against your bare folds.

“Me?! With you?!"

“Do you abhor the idea of that?”

He knows he's being mean and he knows you don't hate the idea, but Loki just can't resist seeing you so embarrassed and stuttering to apologize.

“No! I didn't mean that! I was just surprised-"

Loki shakes his head with a little chuckle, and brings you closer to his face to kiss the crease between your eyebrows.

“I know, I know. I was just teasing."

“Don't be mean like that!”

Loki laughs darkly when you cross your arms.

In a flash, he’s got you on your hands and knees before your pretty head can even figure out what’s going on.

“And if I do, what are you going to do about it?”

You shiver at the dark growl in his voice.

You're so far deep in this haze all you can see is blue.

“Your highness-!”

Loki presses your chest against the bed, leaving your pretty ass on display, purely his for the taking.

“You’re just a little mouse that can’t hurt anything, hmm? Just so innocent, and weak, and ready to be ravished.”

A cold, thick finger traces your wet folds, and you whimper, burying your face in the sheets as he tickles your hole until you’re shaking with need.

“Maybe I’ll take you back home with me… and make you my wife.”

Loki shoves his finger all the way in, knocking the wind out of you because you swear you can feel him in your tummy.

“Your- Your wife?” You ask, voice higher and breathier.

“Yes~” he mocks your airy voice. “My pretty wife, who won’t have to get her pretty hands dirty ever again, who I’ll take care of, and protect, and fuck every single night.”

Loki curls his finger, reaching that sensitive little part in your cunt that effectively leaves you a mumbling, drooling mess on him.

When he’s gotten you wet enough, he draws his finger back (to his cute little angel’s momentary dismay) and forces your thighs apart with his body, the head of his cock twitching against your folds.

Loki will forever remember the gasp you let out when you feel just how big he is.

“Do you want to be fully mine? Do you want me to fuck this little hole of yours with my cock until you’re screaming for me?”

You whine at his dirty words, slurring something that sounds like a yeah, and he knows he’s got you exactly where he wants you.

“Really?” he chuckles, fingering your little hole one more time to slicken your folds. “Do you think I’ll fit~?”

And with the dirty wet noises that tickle his ears as he sinks all the way in he gets his reply.

“Oh?” Amused, he runs an icy finger up and down your bare back. “She can take it, after all. What a good girl~”

Loki barely gets the praise out before the prettiest whimpers fall out of your mouth like sweet honey, your poor cunt clenching down on him as your voice gets higher and breathier by the minute.

“Please-” you hiccup, turning to look at him with those pretty teary eyes.

His vermillion eyes stare you down cruelly as he grinds his hips down into your ass, making your head fall onto the sheets as you slur out a moan.

His cock feels so heavy inside you and by the way he laughs quietly you know he knows just how big he is compared to you.

And the way he pins you down harder lets you know he loves it.

“Oh, you just feel so good around my cock,” Loki groans, pulling back and thrusting into your leaking little pussy.

Poor you, already sensitive beyond imagination as this handsome blue prince ruins any other man for you with the way his cock stretches you out better than anyone ever will.

Not that anyone else will get the chance to. Loki’s decided it: he will take you home to the palace and make you his wife, and everyone will bow before their new princess.

Loki can't resist you any longer. He beats your poor cunt like the beast he is until you're whimpering and bucking against him helplessly.

“Feels... weird..." you shudder and gasp, tears leaking from your eyes as he sinks deeper into you, his huge cock hitting all the good spots inside you as your pleasure takes over your senses.

“Oh, is she close? Is this perfect little cunt going to come all over me?”

Loki's dirty words make you whimper and nod dumbly.

“Yeah," you sob.

Loki laughs at how blissed out his little saviour is and stops,pulling out slowly and groaning when he hears the sinful squelching as your juices drip onto the sheets. He turns you on your back, pinning your wrists to your sides, and captures your lips in his as he sinks into you once more.

“I missed these pretty lips," he smirks into the kiss, taking you for himself.

“Y-You just kissed me a few minutes ago..." You sigh dazedly, though you love the attention he's giving you.

“Still can't get enough of you. You're just so sweet~" Loki licks your lips, thrusting harder and making you squeak and link your fingers through his.

“Say my name."

“Loki...”

“Gods," he throws his head back, almost moaning at how submissive you sound. “Surrender to me, darling."

His hands snake down to the back of your thighs, lifting them and pressing them to your chest, quickening his pace.

Your eyes scrunch up as you nearly scream in pleasure, wriggling away as if you could escape from him.

“Surrender to me, angel~" he grins, kissing your neck and marking you up. “A pretty angel like you deserves to be pampered like this every day. Imagine that? You'll never have to lift a finger, I'll do all the work, I'll do all the fucking.”

Loki accentuates that last word with a hard thrust into your hole, making your eyes blur over with tears as you mewl helplessly in the Jotun prince’s tight grip.

“Awh, don't cry," he teases, kissing your nose when he gets a sinfully great idea.

He stops his movements, making sure he's buried all the way inside you before he flattens his tongue against your soaked cheek and licks your tears away.

You gasp, stunned for a moment before you keen and twitch helplessly, whining loudly as he does the same to your other cheek.

And your poor little cunt just clenches down again.

Loki growls, his primal instincts taking over because you're his ideal mate and you're nothing like he's ever seen. The sounds in the room get filthier and filthier as he loses control and rams into your poor hole.

“What do you say, angel?" Loki asks, letting go of your wrist before his hand makes its way down to your clit, rubbing the little bud and making you scream and tremble in his arms. “Be my- fuck- be my bride? Be my pretty little princess?”

“Yeah,” you mumble, chest heaving as your eyes flutter shut.

“Are you close?"

“Mhm..."

“Cute little mouse," he chuckles, pressing open mouth kisses to your neck as he rubs your clit. “Let go for me now, angel."

It’s a sight from heaven as you orgasm all over him, soaking his cock with your juices and helplessly thumping your thighs against the bed because Loki won't stop thrusting in and out of you.

Loki growls, pinning you to the bed. He stills, and you gasp at the feeling of his warm, thick cum filling you up. It makes you feel even more full than you already do and it makes you dizzy with even more pleasure.

It becomes too much for your melting brain to handle when he pushes deeper into you and you gasp, attempting to kick him away.

A firm, cold hand grabs your ankle and spreads you wider, and you whine shyly when he grins at you with a cruel glint in his eyes.

“Stay with me, darling," Loki teases, gripping your hips possessively and holding you still on his cock so he can finish filling you up.

It feels like hours before he breathes again, but it's only been seconds for him, already wanting another round with you.

But the prince resists, setting your sore legs down slowly and carefully sliding out of your cunt.

You sigh in exhaustion, but your breaths falters in embarrassment when you feel just how much he pumped into you, dripping out of your twitching folds and onto the bed.

A tiny drop even lands on your ass and Loki chuckles at your wide eyes, leaning down to kiss your lips and whisper a dirty promise that he'll fuck you down there too next time.

“Next time?” you ask, lips parting.

“Yes," he teases. " I've decided it, you're never leaving my side, my guardian angel~”

And he scoops you into his side, letting you rest before he has a few more rounds with your pretty hole— then he'll take you back home to the palace and convince you to stay. He'll show you the library. He'll let you lose yourself in the royal gardens all day if you wish! As long as you return to his chambers each night and let him please you the way you deserve to be.

But he's fallen for you already and the whole kingdom will burn in a blaze of sapphire dust if anything or anyone ever keeps him away from you.

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hoppingonjim · 2 years

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Open your hips- Steve Harrington

summary: in your golf swing you're having a little trouble opening up your hips, coach harrington is more than happy to help.

cw: (kind of) dark!steve harrington, perv!steve harrington, breeding kink, steve takes advantage of reader's innocence , touching w/o permission, lying, sexual thoughts, coach lusting after player, (both parties are 18+), afab!reader warning: don't read if you don't like this, if the warnings don't seem like your thing, move along <3

part two!

"coach! need help!"

he couldn't resist your little whine. he had been eyeing you hungrily the entirety of your session on the driving range. that little skort, the shorts tight around your creamy thighs. hugging and displaying the fat of your ass when the wind blew over.

in a strut, he moved closer to you, wetting his bottom lip and using all the willpower he had to concentrate on your eyes. those large eyes, eyelashes long and curling upward, the black shadow highlighting your perfect pupils.

he inched closer, eyes on your hips now, "take a swing for me."

he studied you, how you used the club to tap a ball out of the wired bucket. lining up and thrusting your hips inwards to perfect your spine angle. he watched your body coil as it turned back, the tight polo you wore stretching and flaunting your perky breasts that attempted to squeeze through the fabric. in brief gusts of cool wind, your nipples poked through the thin fabric, enchanting his eyes. they just begged to be sucked, to be twisted and circled with his tongue.

they begged to be full and heavy with milk, leaking sweet milk for him in his mouth. all because he could fill you up, swell your belly with his perfect harrington prodigy.

"hm, i see the problem," he leaned down, crouching next to your legs and holding onto your hips. his hands gripped tightly, earning a little- shocked- whimper from your lips.

"couch? whatcha gonna do?" your baby-like voice only made his pants tighten more than before. his cock was strained, fantasizing about shutting you up. ending that baby voice by shoving himself down your throat, making you choke on his fat cock, mouth drooling. spit dripping onto your little white polo.

"gonna hold these hips and make them fully turn, alright?"

you could only meekly nod, a rose tint flush on your cheeks once you felt the tight grip he held on your hips. he re-gripped his fingers, curling them around the fatty parts. with the new view he could see your folds, snugged by the tight cloth for the shorts under your skort. they seemed so pretty, so needy for him to smack.

there was a desperation he was facing, to bring two fingers up between those peeping folds of yours. to coat his fingers in your slick, hell he could see you weren't wearing any panties.. now he just wondered if you were soaked or not.

desperation had led to temptation, and steve harrington had no will power. he delivered a quick smack to your folds, legs shaking subtly at the sound of your little whimper.

"c-coach, what was that for?"

your innocence was just as sexy as your body. he could feel your slick on his fingers, licking each one, thankful for the net-like texture of the skort.

"saw a bug on your, kitten parts, can't let such a pretty pussy have a bug on it, can we?" he cocked an eyebrow, gulping in hopes to hide the smirk. the flesh of your folds was still imprinted on his touch, wanting to squeeze the plump parts of your pussy, but knowing he couldn't.

not yet.

"n-no coach, thank you." you tried to smile, heart racing a mile a minute. he was just looking out for you, you didn't know any better. you didn't know he was lying, or that he squeezed his cock to visions of your perky ass before.

"no need to thank me, you're the princess on the team, gotta make sure you're taken care of. now, take another swing for me, let me open up these hips."

#perv!steve #perv!steve harrington #steve harrington smut #dom!steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #stranger things smut #st4 #coach!steve harrington #tw: innocence kink #eddie munson smut #eddie munson #jonathan byers #golf #sexy sports #dark!steve harrington

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blueicequeen19 · 1 year

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Soft rafe with an innocence kink!!??

Good Girl

Warnings: innocence kink, corruption kink, loss of V, mentions of blood, praise kink

Your tongue tangled with his until he was all you could taste. Your head was spinning as he slowly peeled both your guys clothes off and positioned himself between your legs, murmuring praise and reassurances as he went. Your arms were around his neck as he kissed you, grinding himself against your soaked panties with breathy moans.

“We need to slow down, baby.” Rafe rasps against your swollen lips, unable to control the way his hips search for you despite his words. You cup his face, staring up into those blue eyes you love so much.

“I want you inside me, Rafe. I want it to be you.” Rafe groans, kissing you harder, hungrier before pulling away to slid your soaked panties down your things.

“You’re so perfect. So pure and sweet. Like an Angel.” Rafe rasps, trailing his mouth along your calf and up your thigh while leaving wet kisses. His mouth hovers over your most sensitive spot and he groans, making you blush.

“I don’t want to make you dirty.” Rafe breathes, forcing you to moan when his tongue swipes over your swollen bundle of nerves.

“Make me dirty, Rafe. Please.” You cry, jutting your hips out in search of his mouth but his hands hold you down.

“You’re my good girl. I love you so much.” Rafe mutters between swipes of his tongue. Your body is tight, your hands fisted the sheets as you felt nearly ready to burst at the seems. You were so hot, burning alive from his tongue and sweet words.

“I need to make you cum a few times before you can take me, sweet girl. Don’t hold back, let me have it.” You come apart almost instantly, unraveling as you cum on his tongue with a loud cry.

“God, you taste like my new hopes and dreams.” You let out a breathy laugh until his finger slides into your pussy, stealing your ability to breathe.

“Can you take two, baby?” You can’t answer, your body buzzing with euphoria. Nothing had ever felt better. Until he adds a second finger.

“Oh my god, Rafe.” You cry, your back arching off the bed as he pumps his fingers, driving you delirious.

“That’s it. That’s my girl.” Rafe’s ringed fingers find your hardened nipples, pinching and twisting until you’re screaming your second release. You clamped down so tightly on him it almost hurt but he continued to pump through, not letting you push him out.

You sink into the mattress, trying to catch your breath as he moves to kneel between your legs, his thumb swiping over your plump little clit.

“So perfect.” Rafe murmurs. You look up at him with hooded eyes, barely seeing him roll a condom down his thick length. You wanted it. You wanted him so bad you couldn’t wait another second.

“Rafe.” You whined, letting your legs fall open and hit the bed and he chuckles, scooting closer so your lower half was practically resting on the tops of his thighs.

“Greedy, Angel?” Rafe teases, swiping the head of his cock through your slit. You hummed, lifting your hips up to him in offering.

“I need you.” You all but sobbed, reaching for him. He holds your hand, not taking his eyes off yours as he guides the head to your entrance. You gasp as the head slips in and your nails dig into his palm as he continues to push the rest of the way in.

“Breath for me. You’re doing so good.” Rafe murmurs, so much love and adoration in his eyes. Just when you think there couldn’t possible be more and a single tear slips down your cheek, he finally bottoms out inside you. You’re shaking, your body drawn tight as you clench around him. Rafe gives you a moment to adjust, his free hand sliding up to toy with your nipples before sliding back down and spreading your lips obscenely wide. You were stretched to the max. Rafe almost felt bad. Your poor pussy was red and swollen but also so fucking wet and glistening. Rafe moved his thumb to your clit and you clenched around him, making you both groan.

“I’m ready.” You urged, pleading to him with your eyes. In this moment, Rafe didn’t think he could ever love you more. From the beginning it had been your innocence he craved. He refused to let anyone else have you. You needed to be protected and worshiped liked only he could give you. But now that he was fit so snug inside you, he only wanted to corrupt you further. He wanted to ruin you and brag about it to the world.

You watch as Rafe’s jaw clenched before he slid almost completely out of you, leaving a dull ache behind before he slowly slid back inside. Your breath hitched at the pain turned pleasure. You were on the verge of begging. Rafe did it again, only moving faster, bottoming out just a little harder. You didn’t realize it but seeing your virgin blood smeared on your thighs and down his cock had him on the brink of losing control. He was moments away from turning feral and locking you away forever.

“Rafe—.” You cried, arching your hips as he started to move, filling you up to the hilt then leaving you empty every single time. Rafe looked down, watching the way your pussy gripped him every single time he disappeared inside you. He was moments away from losing control and fucking you into the mattress.

“How does it feel?” Rafe asks, rolling his hips back and forth as you writhe in front of him.

“More. I need more.” You reached for him again and he snapped. Rafe was suddenly on top of you, hitting something much deeper inside you that stole the wind from your lungs. Rafe took your hands, pinning them above your head as he started to fuck you like a man possessed. Your cries and sweet moans of bliss were music to his ears. He could hardly contain his own between kisses as he buried himself inside you every time. You were stuck together from sweat, skin slapped skin, your breasts bounced practically in his face. You were both in heaven.

“Don’t cum without me.” Rafe growled, using his free hand to hike your leg over his hip. You clung to him. All you wanted to taste and feel was Rafe Cameron. Your body didn’t listen though. You were on the verge of something explosive and he could feel it.

“Angel.” Rafe pleaded, his hand slipping to your throat as his tongue found its way inside your mouth. Your body explodes, fluid gushing from you as you cum hard, unable to move or make a sound as it takes everything out of you. Rafe curses against your lips, fucking you through it and sending you into another. This time you scream, your body threatening to arch as he pounds your overly sensitive pussy.

“Rafe, oh god, Rafe. Fuck. Please don’t stop.” You cried, nails digging into his back as you reach a high you��ve been felt before. He keeps going, panting and dripping sweat onto your breasts until he groans long and low, his movements growing sloppy and your body sags into the mattress. He slows to a stop and you move stay like that for what feels like ages. You could feel him pulsing inside you and he could feel how your greedy pussy clenched for more.

“Are you okay? Was that too much? I lost control.” Rafe licks his lips, searching your eyes for any sign of discomfort but he doesn’t find any. A lazy smile meets your lips and you pull him down on top of you so you’re chest to chest.

“That was everything I could ever want.” You murmured, brushing his hair from his eyes and cupping his handsome face. Rafe smiles, leaning down to kiss you when your body clenches around him again.

“Maybe I should call you my little Devil. Does your greedy pussy want more?” Rafe taunts, kissing you until you’re breathless and blushing all over again.

“Yes. I want more.” You admit, hooking his leg and rolling yourself on top of him. He looks genuinely shocked for a second until you start to move then he throws his head back, his Adam’s apple bobbing as you find your rhythm.

“I think I corrupted you.” Rafe growls, his eyes closed as he savors the way your pussy grips him, his hands on your hips to help guide you. Your hands are planted on his chest as you start to bounce, feeling him even deeper than before.

“I think you did. And I liked it.”

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Meeting the Coworkers Part 1

Warnings: smut, kinda threesome [steve doesnt really do anything] dom!steve x innocent!sub!reader x dom!peter parker, overstimulation, oral [f receiving], mention of oral m recieving, fingering, mention of virginity, degrading, squirting, overuse of the words 'whimpers' and 'chuckles' (yes that's a warning)

Summary: Steve has been clear about his polyamorous relationship with some of his coworkers since he started dating Y/N, but she never really wanted to meet any of them. Steve intrudices her to Peter first, and things get heated

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"Are you sure you're ready for this, princess? Cause if not, we can always kick him out and-"

"Stevie," Y/N interrupts, "I-I'm ready! I want to…to try,"

"Okay, babygirl, let me call him in,"

Steve runs his hand up and down Y/N's soft thigh.

"Peter, you can come in now!" Steve calls.

Y/N's breath catches in her throat and she curls in closer to Steve when she sees him.

Steve and Y/n have been dating for a year and she's never been happier. Steve made sure she knew off the nst that he has in a polyamorous relationships with a few people he works with, but she should not feel pressured at all the become apart of it. So it had just been the two of them for a year.

But Y/N got increasingly more curious about that part of Steve's life.

"You remember Peter, dont you, princess?" Steve asks gently.

Y/N nods. She remembers the day she and Steve were out getting coffee and Peter just "happened' to be there. He made her even more curious. And a few other emotions she didn't quite understand.

He made her blood light on fire, just like Stevie does, which confused her. She didn't want to cheat on Steve, she loves him! One night, she confessed the feelings she had to Steve, and he just chucked and kissed her nose.

"Hi, darlin'! You look pretty today!" Peter smiles.

Y/N cheeks flush at the complement.

"T-thank you," she stutters.

"Awww she such a cutie, Steve! Can't even take a complement without blushing!"

"I know! She's my shy llittle baby," Steve chuckles.

Y/N blushes even harder and fiddles with the hem of her sundress. She's sitting on the bed between Steve's legs. She doesn't even hear Peter talking to her through her blushing. Peter sits down on the bed and gently grabs her chin, making her look up st him.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you, babygirl,"

Y/N let's out an involuntary whimper, causing both men to chuckle.

"What do you say when you understand, princess?" Steve asks.

"Yes, sir," Y/N responds.

"Good girl," steve whispers in her ear.

"You've got her trained right up, don't you?" Peter chuckles, "you wanna lay back, pretty girl?"

Y/N looks back at Steve and he nods. She scoots forward on the bed so she can lay back, making sure to hold the hem of her dress so it doesn't ride up. Steve positions her head in his lap and she looks up at him with wide, doe eyes.

"Are you sure you want this, bunny?" Steve asks one last time

"Uh huh!"

"Do you remember your safe word?"

"Red," Y/N nods.

"Good girl! You hear that, Peter?" Steve asks, looking up at his boyfriend, "she says red and you stop,"

"Sir yes sir," Peter chuckles.

"Daddy?" Y/N whispers.

"Yes, bunny?" Steve respinds.

"Is he gonna be gentle?"

"Even gentler than me" Steve chuckles.

"Can you h-hold my hand, Daddy?"

"Of course, pretty girl," Steve smiles, lacing his fingers with hers

Peter positions himself in front of Y/N's clamped shut thighs and grabs the hem of her dress; going to take it off.

"Wait," Yn interrupts, "C-can I keep it on? Just f-for now?"

"Of course, princess," Steve and Peter respond at the same time.

Y/N always been insecure about her body. She thinks she too short, and as Steve likes to call it, 'curvy'.

Peter flips the hem of her skirt up just so her white cotton panties show.

"You gott open your pretty thighs if you want me to do anythjng," Peter chuckles, gently rubbing her thighs.

Y/N lets out another whimper and hides her face in Steve's lap.

"Can I kiss you?" Peter asks, wanting yn to feel more comfortable.

Yn looks up at steve as if she's asking permission.

"Whatever you're comfortable with, bunny," Steve smiles, stroking her hair.

"Yes please," yn whispers.

Peter moves up so he's straggling yn and lowers his lips down to hers. He smells like peppermint and kisses her gently and reassuringly. It takes her breath away and went he pulls away and moves down to her neck, she's gasping.

"A-arent you gonna…give Stevie a kiss?" Yn asks quietly.

"Awww silly baby!" Steve chuckles, "always thinking 'bout her Daddy!"

Steve grabs Peter's chin and kisses him passionately. Yn whimpers at the heated sight above her.

"Good boy," Y/N hears Steve mumble into Peter's lips.

Steve pulls away from the kjss.

"Now get to work," Steve chuckles.

Peter kisses down yns neck and her eyes flutter closes.

"You're so beautiful," Peter mumbles.

Warmth blooms through y/n. Steve calls her beautiful every day, but it's weird hearing it from someone else. Nice, but weird.

"Thank y-you,"

"Oh such polite little baby! Did you Daddy teach you that?" Peter asks.

"Uh huh!" Yn nods.

"Now, be a good girl and open those pretty thigh," peter croons.

Yn buries her face back in Steve's lap as she slowly spreads her thighs. Peter settles between them and smirks at the little wet patch.

"I've surprised Steve doesn't have you in little lacy panties!" Peter chuckles.

"Daddy loves my pa- oooh," yns moan interrupts her and peter gently strocks her clit through her panties.

"So sensitive! Look at me," peter voices.

But y/n keeps her face hidden. Steve reaches down and spanks Yns thigh. She gasps and looks up at him in shcok.

"You know better! You've gonna give me a reputation of not knowing how to keep my little baby slut in line! Listen to Peter or else!" Steve snaps

"I'm sorry Daddy!" Y/n whimpers.

Y/n looks down at Peter and he keeps eye contact with her and he slowly tugs her panties down. She squirms under his intense gaze, but she doesn't look at. Yn doesnt want her Daddy to get mad again!

The cold air hits yns wet pussy and she gasps, attempting to close her legs, but Peter stops her.

"Fuck, what a pretty pussy!" Peter croons.

Y/n's face flushes even more.

Peter continues looking at her and he lowers his lips to her pussy and gives her clit a little kitten lick. Yn jolts and moans as Peter continues. Her toes curl and she clutches Steve's hand.

"Sweetest fucking pussy I've ever had," Peter mumbles into her, the vibrations jolting her core.

"Ngjjff Daddyyy," she moans.

"What, pumpkin? I'm not the one makes your pretty pussy feel good, Peter is!" Steve chuckles, leaning down to kiss her nose.

Yn states up at steve with wide eyes as Peter continued lightly lapping her clit. She squirms at the sensation. Warmth grows in yns core quickly.

"You know what she really likes?" Steve voices, turning his attention to Peter. He stops and looks up to listen, making yn whimper, "when you give her clit a little smack. I've made her cum before from just spanking her clit!"

"Oh really? What a naughty little slut!" Peter croons, smaking yns clit.

Yns back jolts off the bed and the tries moving away from peter to escape the sensation, but that just causes him to do it more.

"Sit still," Steve snaps.

"I'm sorry, Daddy, it's just-just nghfjfhf too much!" Yn blabbers.

"I've barely touched you!" Peter inserts.

He smacks her clit again before leaning down and plant a soft kiss. The kiss turns into sucking on it. Yn moans as she gets closer to her release.

"D-daddy I'm gonna cum! Can I please cum?"

"I'm not the one you need to ask, doll,"

Yn looks down at peter, her face bright red.

"Peter please," she whimpers.

"Please what?" Peter asks mockinglg, switching to rubbing circles on her clit.

"Peter please please please gonna cum oh please please can I cum, sir?" Yn babbles.

"Good girl. Cum for me, baby,"

Yn throws her head back and grips the sheets and fire corses through her vveins. peter gently works her through her orgasum. She bites down on her lip to try and muffle some of her moans.

But once yn starts to relax again, peter goes straight back to work. He goes to slip two fingers in, but then realizes y/n's sopping hole is far too tight for that. He's able to slip the tip on one in, but barely. He moves his mouth from her clit as she squirms uncomfortably from the stretch and sensitivity from her last orgasam.

"Fuck she's tigher than a virgin!" Peter coments.

"That's cause she is one!" Steve chuckles.

Peter looks up in shock.

"You haven't popped her cherry yet?"

"Nope! I've tried loads of times, but Daddy's fat cock is just too big for your little baby pussy, isn't it?" Steve asks yn.

"No wonder you're wound so tight when you come over! Wands couldn't walk for a week after y'alls last date! You've been using up all your self restraint here!"

Yn feels a pang of guilt. Is she hurting her Daddy? Is he bitter than he hasn't been able to 'pop her cherry's? She starts feeling even more guilty when Steve leans down and softly kisses her.

"I love you., baby bear. And I've already told you, we're taking this at tihr pass. So stop thinking about it!" Steve whispers getnly.

"Damn she's dripping down my wrist and I can barely get one finger in!" Peter voices, finally easing his finger in.

"Relax your pretty pussy, baby," Steve orders gently, "it'll feel better if you do,".

Yn sniffles as peter works his finger in and out of her, digging her nails into Steve's hand.

"I can see what you mean, man," peter starts, sliding his finger in and out slowly, "she'd probably suffocate your dick off if you tried to put it in!"

"Oh yeah! My little baby is just so much smaller than me! I've never been able to get more than two fingers in her pretty pussy, even after making her cum till she's dumb and with lube!" Steve explains.

"I can see why!"

"I've tried putting my cock in before, but I just can't make even the tip fit, and she cries so hard I just can't,"

"Daddyyy," Y/N whimpers, her face flaming red, "staph it!"

"Stop what?" Steve asks mockinglg.

Yn struggles to form words with Peter's finger in her pussy, and his thumb starting to rub circles on her swollen clit.

"Stop talking a-about putting…..you in m-me," yn stutters embarrassedly.

"Aww bunny! You had my cock in your mouth just this morning and can't even say the word!"

"Daddy shhh!"

Y/n's thighs start quivering even more as another climax builds.

"Do I need to put my cock back in your mouth so maybe you remember to word?" Steve asks.

Yn jumps at the idea and crans her head back furture.

"Uh huh uh huh uh huh! Please Daddy, I'll be good! Wanna make you feel good Daddy!" Yn responds excitedly but yet still so innocently.

"Oh I was just messing with you, baby bunny! Right now is just about you and making your pretty pussy feel good.

Yns face drops and eter chuckles into her pusy, making her moan.

"B-but Daddy I-" yn starts.

"Maybr if you're good, I'll let you suck on Daddys cock later," steve smirks, pating her cheek.

"Damn, Rogers, you've got her giving you blow jobs as a reward?"

"She's a Daddy's girl," steve ssmirks.

Peter startd sliding his finger in and out faster and yns pussy flutters around him more. Yn struggles to contain her sounds, and Peter and Steve can tell.

"Let me hear you, pretty girl," Peter orders.

"B-but-"

"Stop muffling your pretty moans or you won't be cumming for a month," Steve snaps.

Yns moans start bubbling over as the last of her pride finally melts awat. Her body ie on fire.

"Good girl," peter chuckles, "does that feel good?"

"Fuck fuck f-fuck feels s-jfkfjfhfj so good! Can I cum again, sir?" Yn blubbers himystrrically, her brain foggy with pleasure.

"What a dirty mouth! Cum for me, dirty girl," Peter responds.

"Look at him while you cum," Steve orders, moving yns head so she has to looking in Peter's eyes while she cums.

Yn moans and squirms and pants through her orgasm. Fire engulfs her belly and she squirts all over Peter's face. She has to request the urge to let her eyes flutter shut.

"Fuck shes a squirter?" Peter moans.

"Oh all the time! I'm surprised she didn't earlier! She must be dehydrated. Have you not been drinking enough water today, bug?" Steve asks.

Yn just whimpers, not able to form words after another intense climax. Peter keeps going at first, then he stops. Yn let's out a sigh of relief, knowing she'd be even more sensitive after that. Her eyes flutter shut and she relaxes against the mattress.

Then she feels the tip of something hard and warm against her puffy pussy lips and jumps. Peter slides is cock through her soaking, sensitive folds and yn lets out a strangled cry, looking up at Steve. He smirks at her.

"Daddy," she cries.

"What is it, bug?"

"Too mu-much! Too sensitive!"

Yns magic blocking bracket flows as it works to keep her powers from overtaking her. When she gets overwhelmed, it's hard for her to control her magic, which is why Steve had Bruce make her the bracelet.

"Take it like a good girl, bunny,"

Peter's rough jeans rub against her thighs and she lets a loud moan.

Yn feel so warm it's maddening, and she starts tugging on her dress.

"Off off off please, Daddy, want it off!" Yn cries, her voice muddles with pleasure.

"Okay, baby boo, one second," Steve smirks.

Steve pulls his girlfriend's dress off over her head and throws it off the bed. Yn feels Peter's cock get even harder as he looks up and down her body.

"Fuck, you really did get a good one, Rogers,"

"Damn right I did,"

Steve reaches down and runs Y/N's nipple through her bra.

"Can I take this off too, pumpkin?" Steve asks, tugging on her bra.

Yn can barely hear him with Peter grinding against her core, so she just nods. Steve quickly takes off her bra to reveal yns hard nipples.

"Oh bunny, you're gonna be the death of me," Steve moans, looking down at her fucking out face.

Steve pinches her nipples between his fingers and she whimpers, twitching from all the stimulation.

Yn orgasm builds so quickly it feels like a freight train about to hit.

"Fuck daddy fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fhck fuck," she babbles, "I can't cant cant too much ooh fhck,"

"Yes you can. Be a good girl and cum for Peter one more time,"

"Come on, pretty girl, I can feel you getting close. Cum all over my cock, honey," Peter moans.

Yn squirms everywhere, almost like she's trying to escape her orgasm, but she can't. It crashes into her and the whole world shatters.

Peter watches in awe as Yn cums, her face flushes red and sweat dripping down her body. Liquid squirts out onto Peter's abs, turning him on even more. He reaches up and runs the nipple Steve isn't. Her thigh quiver and her pussy flutters around him, drawing him closer to his orgasm.

"Where do you want me to cum?" He asks Steve, knowing yn is far too out of it to answer.

"On her stomach," Steve responds, pushing yns hair out of her face as she comes down from her orgasm.

Peter pulls his cock away from her dripping folds, causing a string of cum to string off. Her jerks off to the look of her fucked out face before letting it load out of her smooth stomach.

"Good boy," steve chuckles.

But Peter barely hears him, he's focused on check on yn.

Yn brain starts to clear as she comes up from her orgasm. Her eyes flutter open and she sees Peter and Steve looking down at her.

"Hey, pretty girl!" Peter smiles gently, "you did so good!"

"So good!" Steve repeats.

"Really?" Yn asks weakky.

"Really! You were so so perfect, baby! Daddy is so proud of you!" Steve smiles.

Yn flushes contently.

"Thank you, Daddy,"

"How are you feeling, angel?" Steve asks.

"Sleepy," Y/N mumbles contently.

"Go to sleep, honey," Steve tells her, "We'll get you cleaned up, pretty girl,"

Yn drifts in and out of consciousness while they clean her up.

Peter goes to clean up Y/N's stomach with a tissue, but Steve stops him.

"Can't let me pretty boy's cum go to waste!" Steve smirks, leaning down and starting to lick the cum off her stomach.

Yn squirms a little in her sleep, but doesnt stop him.

Once they finish cleaning her up, Peter and Steve snuggle up in bed next to Y/N. She's out cold.

"You did so good, honey," Steve tells Peter quietly.

"T-thank you"

"Not so confident now, are you? Now, you can let all that dominance go to your head, baby boy! Bucky will tear your ass up if you brat off to him again,"

"I know, sir, I wont," Peter nods.

Peter looks down at Y/N as she sleeps peacefully.

"She's a perfect match," peter comments, "I know the others are gonna love her so that won't be an issue. Do you think she'll agree?"

"Hopefully," Steve responds.

"So, who are you gonna introduce her to next?"

"Hmm maybe Wanda,"

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#smut #steve rogers smut #peter parker smut #tom holland smut #innocent!reader #innocence kink #virgin!reader x steve rogers #virgin!reader #overstimulation #tw overstimulation #badly written #Meeting the Coworkers by LittleMissOmega #peter parker x reader #dom!peter parker #dom!peter parker x reader #peter parker x reader smut

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bambiigirl · 2 months

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little black dress🖤

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terrence-silver · 6 months

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What if old man Terry found a beloved that hadn’t been with anyone else before him? Terry taking all their firsts?

I genuinely do think Terry Silver has a thing for innocence.

(And corrupting it)

Preserving it too; on his own terms, for himself, like a rare, coveted antique.

After all, it's a known fact Terry has a penchant for beautiful things.

More so Terry Silver when he's aged, because then, the contrast is even more noticeable; in his own mind's eye, there's something about him being old, worldly and experienced and someone else being fresh, young, eager to be taught all while he's perfectly able and willing to teach. Furthermore, teach them exactly the way he wants to teach them. Mold them to himself. To his needs. Open up a whole new world of their own wishes (and ones they didn't even know they had) and feed into them, instilling a newfound hunger in them that he's ready to sate. Show them everything he knows --- and he does know so very much. Have them beg and thank him for the opportunity with grateful eyes. Like, to him, that isn't just a fetish. It's the embodiment of all desire. A dream come true. A vast playground of endless opportunities. The absurd perversion of him being, oh, I don't know, on the threshold of entering his seventies and being someone's first kiss? Someone's first sex? Someone's first pleasure? Someone's first everything? He realizes the vast generational age gap and near unbelievable difference in years at play but that's exactly what does it for him. I think he relishes in it precisely because it is, as the kids today say, problematic. Precisely because it is, in the eyes of most everyone else, only slightly disturbed. And there's glee in that for him. Taking a sheltered young adult and grossly despoiling them. Having that power and seductive quality to maintain someone like that even at his mature age as a testament to his ability and status. Kings did it in bygone eras. The Neros and the Sporus' of the past. The Hadrians and the Antinous'. Terry Silver does it present day, because he fancies himself a sort of king too.

Thing is, man enjoys feeling like some aged Emperor of yore with a young paramour.

#terry silver #kk3 #cobra kai #old man terry #tw; innocence taking #tw; corruption kink #tw; virginity #tw; purity kink #tw; age difference #tw; generational gap #terry silver x reader #terry silver x beloved

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I don’t have any specific/detailed hcs but just know Veneziano is the kinky one in the relationship and Germany is just open to whatever the fuck his partner wants to try next

#I mean yeah germboy DOES have a kink #but it’s the tamest shit ever lmao #fucker just has a uniform kink really me thinks #meanwhile vene is a freak /pos #it’s always the innocent ones…#I mean they get each other off either way but yeah I don’t think Germany has many kinks in general but what he does have is pretty tame #in comparison to vene #hetalia #hetalia headcanons #hws veneziano #hws north italy #hws germany #itager #gerita #tw suggestive

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Getting into a relationship was not something Tom had in mind when he made plans for the future, but that changed when he met you, a member of the Malfoy family with an innocence uncommon among witches, making him very enamoured with you without you having to make far too much effort for him to like you, unlike others. He was very much aware that it was not love that he felt for you, contrary to what you were wishing for. Still, he could pretend that it was and begin being in a romantic relationship with you if it guaranteed that he would be able to have you all to himself and be the first ever man to touch you in ways you hadn't experienced. Now, he found himself at your opulent manor for the Christmas celebration to which he had been begrudgingly invited and saw this as the ideal time to finally attain what he had craved for so long, and that was you. So, while your elder brother was only in another room entertaining the guests and unknowingly unlocking the gate for him to ravage you like a wolf to a sheep, he brazenly made the best of your obvious fondness for him to have a special kind of fun with you in your bedroom. If Abraxas learned about it, it would assuredly make for a comical scene—for Tom, at least.

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Open Your Mouth- Steve Harrington

summary: after running your mouth, coach harrington decides to fix that filthy mouth.

Coach!steve harrington x golfing fem reader (pt 2 of open your hips)

cw: dark!steve harrington, this is DARK, i promise. don’t read further if these warnings worry you. perv!steve harrington. coach!steve harrington. dumbification, heavy & borderline mean degradation w/o consent, dub con (imo), coach using a player for sex, coach lusting after a player, impact play, innocence kink (faint), oral (m receiving), rough manhandling, treating like an animal but not pet play.. steve makes reader lick cum off the floor, afab! reader

part one!

"come in,"

you walked in, hands in your lap while your eyes scattered across his body, his expression. unlike most times he didn't look pleased, smile lines rested and drooped into a disappointed frown- almost even a line.

you knew what you did wrong, you let your mouth run wild after a match once an opponent accused you of cheating. which you never did- well, didn't mean to. okay maybe you did mean to, but it was just to move a lie.

standing in the corner was all you could do, heart racing and palms sweltered. coach steve never was the angry type, until now. seething and huffing, he blew a gust of cold air out from his lips in the hopes of calming himself down.

steve would swivel to meet your lamb-like gaze, his hands tight around the ledge of the desk with his veins pulsing in agitation, "i'm fucking pissed off, y/n. can you tell? can you tell i'm fucking pissed off? beyond fucking pissed!"

a harsh gulp bumped down your throat followed by a timid nod, "y-yes coach."

his anger didn't halt purely at the scandal from the game, but at the attire you wore. a polo with the buttons halfway undone? exposing your cleavage? no one should be seeing those tits, he told himself that over and over. he should be seeing them, biting them, marking them. visions of you helpless for him were quite the reoccurrence, but with someone so innocent he had to tread lightly.

but he was at the point of blowing a fuse.

in a quick motion he stood up, his shoes pounding against the floor with each angry step he took towards you. there was the urge to clutch onto your cheeks, press the pads of his thumbs into either side and make you beg for forgiveness. yet, even someone so incredibly horny like coach steve harrington knew better.

"and you think a fucking slutty outfit is appropriate for a fucking match? always thought you were a smart girl but damn, you are turning into one dim fucking bimbo. y'know that? the fuck you gonna do in life as a dumbass whore-dressing bimbo? ain't no tour gonna want that you little-" and he stopped when he caught sight of your waterline greeted with arriving droplets of tears.

at the sight of such tears he could feel his cock strain, the jeans he wore fasten tighter around him, "you should be on your knees fucking begging for me to keep you on this team."

without a second thought you did as told, sniffling as you dropped down to your knees. the wood flooring felt like a punch to your kneecaps but you couldn't care now. sorrowful mumbles pass through your lips, all of which are apologetic and begging for his mercy, "please don't- don't kick me off the team coach. please don't, please-"

your mouth stops moving when your cheeks feel a sharp clutch on them, and your chin is lifted further upwards, bottom lip tugged down gently.

"i should put that dirty fucking mouth to work."

and he did as he said. the buttons of his jeans drew away from the slits with the hem of the denim crunched eventually down near his ankles. his fingers curled tightly around the waistband of his boxers, the outline of his cock bulging through the thin fabric. you couldn't process completely what was going on and you were only able to look up into his eyes, and see a sort of darkness you've never seen in him before.

steve snickers grimly, patting your cheek with his fingers, "bet that mouth can work, huh. always try to act innocent but i bet you're a damn good cocksucker. and i wanna make sure."

you have no control, but you only nod. you can feel your mouth water once his cock springs from the barriers of the cotton. tip swelled and dripping with precum, bright red as the rest of his length pulses. coach is no patient man, which is way he yanks down your jaw and rams himself between your lips.

once soft skin is stiff with veins protruding against the walls in your mouth. you gagged at the abruptness but he only cackled, tilting his head back and beginning to pound himself into you. his balls reach closer to slapping against your chin with each extra inch he shoves down your throat.

"that's it, suck it like a dirty slut, suck it for your spot on the team," he can't pull his eyes away from you, enticed by the sight of you gasping for air while jammed with almost all of him. gags spill from your mouth, echoing off the walls before he slapped your cheek, "take it all, take all of coaches cock, you little slut."

air is something you forget about, your passage ways stuffed with the fat cock of your lustful couch. beads of saliva start to bubble around your lips until you just begin to drool like an animal. steve can't stop chuckling, lowly and mockingly as you try to breathe in deep but only choke as you do so.

mascara clogs your view with stained tears once he yanks your hair back suddenly, thrusting all of his cock into your mouth. leaving you jam-packed and vulnerable. you can feel him stiffen, the precum on your tastebuds. for a second or so he twitches, "got me fucking close, you like that? making coach cum to keep your spot?"

you don't acknowledge.

"fucking nod that damn head-" and you do. you nod repeatedly before your mouth becomes overflown with cum. you spurt and couch, swallowing the best you could but letting droplets fall from your lips and onto the floor. but steve is groaning like a mess, head rigid from intensely watching your every move with a dropped jaw. trickling sweat raced down his forehead the more he followed your actions, "fucking shit, my perfect little whore, oh fuck, take every drop, every fucking drop." you only want to oblige, so you obeyed him, swallowing. you didn't expect to be greeted with a salty yet almost addictive taste- yet you could've never expected this to ever occur.

it took a second for a once throbbing cock to soften, still lined with excess droplets of cum which are seen once he pulled out, "hm," is the only word that he spoke. steve's eyes study the ground before returning back to you, a malicious smirk present on his face.

"told you to take every last drop, so do it."

it felt beastly to even imagine licking a floor, but with hooded eyes covering dark pupils you have to do as told. eagerly, you crouch down further and drag your tongue across the single drop of cum on the floor. coach laughed, mockingly once again before moved a hand to brush through the locks of your hair.

"good girl, what a fucking good girl." you pop your swollen lips, tinted with a faint color of an almost transparent red.

"thank you, coach."

you smiled, but paused when he spoke again, "been wanting to do that for so fucking long. however, i've got some other plans in mind now."

yet you're eager with a heart that raced while awaiting for whatever was next.

still of course, a little confused.

#perv!steve harrington #Perv!Steve #steve harrington smut #dom!steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #stranger things smut #st4 #tw: innocence kink #eddie munson smut #jonathan byers #billy hargrove #sexy sport #dark!steve harrington #stranger things #steve harrington fanfic

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montgomerydadbodyscotty · 1 year

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Nothing like being sexually(?) harassed on a phone call when you’re at work. Someone called and the conversation went like this:

Me: Thank you for calling (the place I work at) my name is Claire, how may I help you?

Him: Hello Miss Claire, how are you doing this afternoon.

Me: …Fine, and you?

Him: I’m great, so I have an embarrassing question. Can I ask you the question.

Me: That depends on what it is.

Him: I’m sure you know about fraternity initiations, and this is kind of like that, but not. So here’s my question: If I gave you $20,000 to smell your shoes after a long shift, would you let me?

Me: 👁️👄👁️ I’m not comfortable answering this question.

Him: You must have selective hearing or something because you had to have heard my question and you said you’d answer it.

Me: Sir, this is a hotel, and if this isn’t hotel related, I’m hanging up the phone.

Him: Wow, you’re a fucking cunt. *Hangs up*

#don’t include innocent strangers in your kink or whatever that was #I told my coworker about it and she said he called her multiple times tonight and then threatened her when she wouldn’t respond #yuck yuck yuck #tw kink

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blueicequeen19 · 1 year

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Stuck

Warnings: NON-CON, public unprotected coerced sex, blackmail, threats of violence, dark unhinged Rafe, innocence kink, crying kink, choking, loss of V

I open the door to the restroom and stumble backwards as Rafe Cameron pushes his way in, locking the door behind him. I retreat until my back hits the wall of the small room and Rafe cages me in between the wall and sink. I shrink away. I don’t know him but I’ve heard things. None of them good. I know JJ and his friends hate him. So what did he want with me? And who knew someone wearing a pink polo could look so terrifying?

"Your little crush stole something from me so I'm going to steal something from him." Rafe snarls, leaning down so our noses almost touch. I can smell his minty cologne and the alcohol on his breath. I hiccup a sob and he smirks, biting his lip.

"You can cry all you want. I like it." To prove his point he pushes his huge erection against my stomach. JJ had never touched me like this. He was always so sweet and gentle. I gasp when Rafe yanks down the front of my dress and strapless bra, my skin burning under his intense gaze.

"These are nice. Small but nice." Rafe murmurs, cupping my left breast with his hand and rolling my hardened nipple between two fingers. My legs shake, threatening to give out. My body was on fire. I'd never felt like this before.

"Rafe, please." A single tear escapes my eyes and he smirks, leaning forward to collect the wetness with his tongue. I flinch but he only smiles at my discomfort.

"We can do this the easy way or the hard way." His voice is a throaty growl and I shudder in his hold.

"Please. JJ and I aren't even together." I cry but he shakes his head, pinching my nipple until I'm whimpering and throbbing.

"No but I see the way he looks at you. He might not be fucking you but he wants you." I stare up at him with wide eyes. Everything with JJ was new, harmless. He was funny and obnoxious and let me move at my own pace. We agreed not to rush things. I just thought that meant he didn't want me like that and I couldn't get past my own nerves to ask for more.

"Didn't know that, did you? That's too bad. He could've had you first if you'd been braver. He's a nice guy but I'm not." Rafe moves his hand to my throat, holding me in place as he lowers his mouth to mine. My body explodes as he kisses me hungrily, forcing his tongue in my mouth while continuing his assault on my nipple.

I’d never been kissed like this. So raw and demanding.

I feel boneless. I can't move or stop him.

And I don't think I want to.

Rafe pulls away, biting my bottom lip before releasing it as I fight to control my breathing. He stares at me and my mouth for a moment before ducking down and sucking my nipple into his mouth. I cry out loudly, clamping my own hand over my mouth as he sucks and bites, his hands keeping me pinned to the wall. My head falls back against the wall as my release hits me fast and I shudder violently, half tempted to rip out his hair as I soak my panties. He releases my nipple with a pop, looking mildly surprised as he straightens and takes in my disheveled state.

"Did you just fucking cum? From nipple play?" Rafe rasps. When I don't answer, his hand dives under my dress before I can stop him and he cups my sensitive sex. His eyes widen for a second then his expression darkens, his fingers pressing against my clit until I'm pushing at his chest for relief.

"Please, Rafe, just go." I press harder against his chest but he swats my hands away, pressing his body against mine. His lips find my neck and I collapse against him, unable to stand on my own. Chills erupt across my skin as he kisses and licks my neck, his hands tight on my waist.

"I bet this sweet little cunt is begging to get fucked right now." Rafe growls into my ear, sliding one hand up to grab my breast again. I arch into his touch, too desperate to care. His free hand slips behind me to grab my rear, squeezing it roughly before smacking it.

"I can't." I rasp, just as there's a knock on the door. I jump but Rafe ignores it, turning my mouth back to his for another soul sucking kiss.

"Fuck me or he goes to jail." Rafe breathes between kisses, pressing his erection harder into my stomach. Another knock. “Fuck. Me.”

"Rafe--."

"I have him on camera stealing a $30,000 watch. I will put him in jail until he's gray." Rafe growls, his hunger making him feral as his mouth moves down to my neck then my nipples. I push at his shoulders but only because I'm hurting too bad. My body was throbbing, desperate for more.

“I’d hate for your brother to find out about your little JJ obsession.” Rafe taunts.

"Not here." I breathe, just as he rips open his jeans and sits me out the cold counter top, tearing my white Cotten panties down to my ankles.

"I'm not waiting." His laps claim mine again just as something thick probes my entrance. I'm so wet that he starts to slide inside but he's too big. We both moan loudly as he grips my ass and brings me closer to the edge of the counter, trying to work his way inside.

“Fuck, you’re so wet and tight.” Rafe hisses.

"Rafe, it's too big." I whine, burying my face in his neck as I'm filled with a terrible burning between my legs.

"I just have to work my way in. Relax. That's just the head." He starts to move back and forth forcing pleasure to erupt all over my body and down to my toes. I plant my feet on the counter top, opening myself wider unintentionally and he takes the green light to push more inside me. I suck in a breath at the pain but his lips on my neck and shoulder send sparks throughout my body. I never knew it could feel like this.

My cries quickly turn to moans, my nails digging into his back as he keeps up his slow and steady pace.

"Come on, that's just half. You can take it. You act like you're a fucking virgin." Rafe growls into my neck before biting me hard. I squeal, yanking on his hair as he fucks me harder. Faster. I'm so full it aches deep inside me. But it feels so good.

There's a dull ache now but nothing worth stopping over.

I don't realize how loud I've grown until he chuckles, cupping the back of my neck and kissing me to silence me.

"Be quiet or we'll get caught." Rafe rasps.

"I can't." I cry, my body trembling with the rapidly approaching orgasm.

"They say my name. Say my name as you cum." Rafe yanks me closer so we're practically chest to chest as I bite back a scream, my climax hitting me so hard everything goes black for a second.

"Rafe. Oh, God, Rafe." I can't help it. I certainly don't want to give him what he wants but the words fly out on their own as wetness drips out of me. I'm thrown off the ledge again as he fists my hair, driving into me harder and grunting into my ear.

"Do it again. Cum for me again, you little slut." Rafe snarls, slamming his lips down on mine. I turn away but that doesn't stop him from turning my chin back to him.

"I'm not a slut." I whisper, overcome with humiliation.

"You are. And you’re mine now." I open my mouth to argue when his hand wraps around my throat then he’s angling his hips upwards and hitting something deep inside me that has my eyes rolling back.

“Yes. I hope you’re on something because I’m about to paint your fucking insides.” I cum violently at his filthy words, shaking uncontrollably as Rafe curses and slams inside me harder and harder until he stills, dropping his head onto my shoulder.

I fight to catch my breath and gather myself while his body pins me against the vanity mirror, his heavy breathing echoing in my ear. I see the sweat along his hairline and I turn away. He was still inside me, still thick and hard. A horrible soreness was settling in but my toes still tingled.

Rafe pulls away, his expression dazed from his orgasm while he slowly withdraws from inside me. I look down to see the blood on my inner thighs and along his dick. Our eyes locked and he smirks, licking his lips like a satisfied lion.

“So you were a virgin. I’m honored.”

I don’t even think as my palm slaps across his face. Rafe huffs a laugh, his cheek now red as he chews that bottom lip. I hate him.

“Fuck. You.” I snarl, attempting to slide off the counter on shaky legs.

“You didn’t even hesitate to finish inside me. What if I wasn’t on anything? You could’ve gotten me pregnant the first time I had sex.” I shove him in the chest and he shrugs nonchalantly. He’s so massive compared to me that he doesn’t even budge.

“I’d love to see his face if that happened.” Rafe chirps, fixing himself and appearing like he didn’t just ruin my life. I go to slap him again but he catches my wrist and snatches up my panties. He fixes me with a warning glare and stuffs them in his pocket.

“Give them to me, you psycho.”

“No. Now go out there and sit on his lap. I want my cum to leak out of you and make a mess all over him.” My cheeks heat overwhelmingly. He was so vial.

“No. You’re even now. He doesn’t owe you anything else.”

“Watch your mouth. We have a long way to go before we’re thirty grand even. Plus, your brother is a good friend of mine. I know he’d rather see you with me than Maybank.”

“I don’t care what he wants. He’s hardly my brother. We didn’t grow up together. I don’t know him.”

“True but he’s who’d I’d pay to hurt Maybank and not have it fall back on me. I’m sure I wouldn’t even have to pay him if I just told him you had the hots for the little thief.” I stay silent. He was right. Rafe hated JJ but so did my half-brother.

Rafe grips my chin, kissing me again with another sickening smirk. I try to shove him away but he only smiles.

“Don’t let anyone else touch you unless I say so.”

“You won’t get away with this.” I glare up at him, unsure where my newfound confidence was coming from. Anger didn’t even begin to cover what I was feeling.

“I have and I will. I own you now. You’ll be my eyes and ears and do whatever I want, when I want. If I want you to suck my dick at a family dinner, you will. If I tell you to distract Maybank for a bit, you will. If I tell you to lie to the cops, you’ll do that too. Because if you don’t, I’ll make sure they throw the book at him and he stays in jail right next to his daddy. Then, I’ll hire people to beat him everyday until you decide what’s more important, you or him. Do as I say and he’ll remain untouched. Mostly.”

#jj maybank smut #smutwarning #rafe cameron smut #outer banks smut #dark #dark!fic #tw dark content #dark!rafe cameron #tw degradation #tw noncon #tw dubious consent #tw innocence kink #tw crying kink

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