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dirty, dirty girl / eddie munson

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rated: m (18+, minors DNI)

cw (buckle up): smut w/ fluffy ending, cursing, daddy!kink, master!kink, petnames (kitten, babygirl, etc), lingerie, oral (m&f), face fucking, cum eating/cum play, orgasm denial, overstimulation/multiple orgasms, hickies, biting, little bit og blood, spanking, squirting, unprotected sex, spit kink, breeding kink, slight bondage (belt as handcuffs), rough dom!eddie, sub!reader, fem!reader, praise, degradation, aftercare (i think that's it but i could be wrong)

this is over 8k words... enjoy you filthy people.

you were tired of your boyfriend only seeing you as cute and innocent. so for his birthday, you kicked things up a notch.

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“robin, you’re sure?” you ask, nervously tapping your toe as you stand in the checkout line. robin rolls her eyes, shoving the lingerie into your grasp.

once she makes sure you’ve took hold she cross her arms. “as your only lesbian friend, i can assure you i’m sure you will look insanely hot in this. eddie is going to blow his load in his pants at the sight of you,” robin reassures with a smile. 

you sigh, nervously rubbing the thin lace between your fingers. “and the colors okay?” you ask insecurely.

robin nods, grabbing your shoulder. “black is sexy on everyone, y/n, plus the one we chose is particularly… out there? hot? so i don’t think color would matter anyway. but i mean, it is eddie, isn’t his favorite color black?” robin says.

“red, actually. but all their red options were too bright for what he likes,” you say and shrug. now you were next in line. robin gives you one last reassuring squeeze on the shoulder before you place the three piece set on the victoria’s secret counter. “you said we can get stockings at jcpenney, right?” you ask robin who nods. you pay for the pricey undergarments before you and robin head to get the rest of eddie’s birthday gifts.

a few days later and it’s eddie’s twenty-first birthday. luckily, he decided against getting super drunk that day and spent it with all of your guy’s combined friends. he knew he didn’t have to but he was more than excited for some good birthday sex and wanted to remember it all. 

the thing about you and eddie’s relationship was that even though you’d been together for about a year now, he still refused to get too rough with you during sex. he’d told you many times you were too innocent and he didn’t want to ruin that or go too far. but you knew he was holding back, and you were pretty damn tired of him treating you like a feather in the bedroom. he barely let you ride him it was that bad. 

he closed the door to your new apartment and immediately you were slammed against it as he pulled you in for a passionate kiss. you let it go for a minute before interrupting. “wait, i have a gift for you,” you say, stroking his cheek.

eddie gives you a goofy smile, his childish side showing through. “but, babygirl, you already gave me my presents,” he says in slight confusion. you shake your head no and give him a nervous smile.

“i have one more,” you mutter and grab his hand, leading him to your couch. “sit here and wait. i need a couple minutes,” you push him down on the couch. you smooth down his hair, admiring his excited smile and placing a kiss on his forehead. eddie waits pretty impatiently as it takes you a whole five minutes to get whatever it was that his gift was. he swears to god if it’s an animal after he’d told you no…

meanwhile you tried psyching yourself up as you slid your jeans back on over the lingerie. this was quite nerve wracking for you, but it was something you knew eddie was going to love. you pulled your shirt back on over your head and took a deep breath. you didn’t look any different except your socked feet were now engulfed by dark black thigh highs instead. you recalled robin’s words from this morning, telling you to just dance and feel yourself how you would if you were in your room alone. so, here goes nothing.

eddie whipped around at the sound of your bedroom door opening and furrowed his brows when he saw nothing in your hands. he watched you expectantly as you walked towards the record player. “baby, i’m confused,” he states, watching as you picked out the record he had recently been oodly obsessed with. 

you chew on your lip as you set it up. “you can’t make fun of me,” you mumble, turning up the volume so the track would play loudly. 

“i would never, but what is this-” he’s cut off by the opening words of pour some sugar on me by def leppard filling your guy’s home. he watches as you turn and nervously walk towards him as the instrumental begins. “babe?” he questions. you screw your eyes shut and shake your head. 

“shut up,” you mumble as you try to transport yourself back to your childhood bedroom, dancing around your room as if you could ever be as confident as the strippers in the movies. you pretend eddie isn’t even there and begin to let your hips move to the music, easing into it.

eddie watches you curiously, not understanding what was going on. he watches your hips carefully and then your hands as you begin sliding them up your body sensually. “oh my god,” eddie mumbles, eyes popping out of his head as he realizes what you’re doing. your hands grope at your own breasts as you try and move your hips more harshly to the beat and eddie feels his mouth fall open in shock. your hands travel down, sliding over your stomach and towards your core as eddie wishes your hands were his own. you don’t know how slow or fast you’re supposed to take this, but you know you're anxious to see eddie’s reaction to your lingerie. 

you let your hands drag your shirt up, revealing the black lace of the garter belt you’re wearing before letting it fall again. eddie gaps at you, and you finally find the courage to open your eyes and glance at him. he was sat with his knees apart, elbows resting on his thighs as his full attention was on every small movement of your body. you feel a burst of confidence as you pull your shirt all the way up to right under your breasts, shimmying your hips and dropping down a little bit. he sucks in a breath, embarrassed to be already getting hard. after teasing your shirt, you finally pull it off and throw it to the side. “holy fuck,” eddie grunts, you smirking at him as you start to run your hands over the exposed lace.

you start at the shoulders, running your fingers down the strap until it divides into two, showing the open expanse of the tops of your tits. you trail your fingers over the top of the lace cup that begins right above your nipples, letting them fall to circle your hardening nipples a few times. your soft touch traces the under wire, emphasizing your boobs even more to him before your fingers flutter over the frayed edges. you turn in a slow circle, using a swivel of your hips to stick your ass out towards him as your hands caress it. “god, y/n, you’re so fucking hot,” eddie comments, feeling like he could start drooling. you laugh at him, feeling fully relaxed and really confident in your body.

your fingertips ghost along the waistline of your jeans before dipping under. “you haven’t seen it all,” you say flirtatiously, popping the button of your jeans. eddie groans at the tone of your voice, feeling a rush of blood go to his dick. he didn’t know where this behavior was coming from, but he wasn’t complaining. he eyes the garter belt as you reveal more of it, slowly pushing down your jeans. a small expanse of your stomach is shown along with little silver rings holding together the pieces and then he sees the top of your underwear. he lets out a guttural groan at the fact he can see your freshly shaven pussy through the mesh and lace of the underwear. you smile mischievously at him as you slide them down further, showing to him where the garter belt connects to your black thigh high stockings. 

you kick the jeans to the side, running your fingers up and down your sides as you move your hips sensually. eddie’s bottom lip is stuck between his teeth as you begin to turn, a moan leaving his lips as he sees it's a thong you’re wearing. he’d never seen you wear one of those before. when you turn back to him he holds up his hand. “pause, i need a closer look,” he says, his eyes dark and full of desire. you stand patiently waiting for him as he stands and begins walking towards you.

you eye his bulge and feel a strike of pride run through you. “did i make you hard? daddy?” you ask innocently, causing eddie to stop in his tracks. his mouth goes dry and he blinks a couple times. 

“what did you just call me?” he asks, voice hoarse. 

you shrug, fighting back a big smile. “daddy? is that okay? or would you rather me call you master?” you ask and eddie’s eyes flutter shut. “oh, so master?” you tease.

he takes a deep breath, in through his nose and out through his mouth before beginning to stalk towards you. “both do the job,” he mutters, beginning to circle you as if he was a lion and you were a poor, helpless gazel. he closely inspects every strap, design, and location of the lingerie as he gets to your back side. he squats down, grabbing your ass cheeks in his hands without warning. you smile, figuring he hasn’t yet realized one of the most important parts. you shuffle your feet farther apart and then bend down slowly. eddie gasps as his eyes come in contact with your bare cunt. your thong was crotchless. “fuck, kitten, are you trying to kill me?” he asks, massaging your ass in his big palms as he thinks about leaning forward and licking your awaiting pussy. 

you giggle innocently and stand back up. “it’s so you can fuck me in it,” you say as if it were the most normal thing in the world. eddie feels as though he could ascend straight to heaven right then and there. “go sit, i’m not done,” you say, turning to face him. he looks up at you for a moment before standing. he wanted to go full dom on you so bad, but he’d never done that before. he was afraid of corrupting you, or scaring you with how rough he wanted to be. but how you were acting right now made him think maybe you wanted it.

he goes back to his seat on the couch, trying to ignore the pain he was feeling as his cock strained against his pants. you dance around the living room a bit more before making your way over to him. you rest your hands on his shoulders, rolling your own as you press your breasts closer to his face. he sucks in a breath and then you’re turning, squatting down to rub your ass along his lap. you sway with the music still before pushing yourself forward, holding his knees for support as you dipped up and down, sticking your ass out to him and shaking it once in a while. eddie kept quiet, drinking you in as he thought. he’d never seen this side of you, he didn’t even know it existed. 

when you turned back to face him you poked his shoulder, causing him to place his hands behind him so you could crawl on his lap. “babygirl, do you know how sinful you look right now? fuck, you’re the hottest thing i’ve ever seen.” he tells you, one hand grabbing your hip and stroking his thumb over the exposed skin. he tried his best to ignore the fact that your bare pussy was hovering over him, but you made that impossible when you dropped to grind on him. you tangled your hands in his hair for support as you swivel your hips and grinded against his jean covered dick. 

“do you like your birthday present so far, eds?” you ask, pulling his hair to get him to look at your eyes for a moment and not your body. 

so many things came to his mind as he hissed in slight pain from his scalp. “so far?” he questioned, digging his thumb into the soft skin of your hip. you moaned, causing eddie to rub harsh circles.

“you gotta fuck me still,” you comment, one hand traveling to his chin to turn it to the side. eddie sat up a bit, bringing his other hand to rest on the back of your head as you began pressing kisses to and nipping at his throat. 

he closes his eyes, feeling hornier than a virgin watching porn for the first time. “you did all this for me? i didn’t even know you liked this type of stuff, kitten,” he observes, massaging your scalp slightly. 

you hummed against his throat, still sucking a love bite into it. “you never asked,” you mumbled into his skin before moving to the other side to start another hickey. eddie frowns slightly at that, and pulls you away from his neck.

“well, what do you like?” he asks.

you shake your head no and run your hands up and down his chest. “i don’t know for sure yet. but it’s your birthday, and i want to do what you like. i know you hold back all the time, but i want you to let go this time. go full out, please, i want it,” you say, staring in his eyes.

eddie closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. “babygirl, my full out may be too much for you,” he says, rubbing your back.

you shrug and lean back in to suck another bruise into his neck. “we don’t know until we try,” you say as the last beats of the song fade out behind you. 

“you’re sure?” eddie asks hesitantly.

you pull back to look into his eyes, hoping it motivates him enough. “yes, master. i’m sure i want you to fuck me and be rough and not hold back. i want it so bad,” you say and eddie lets out an involuntary groan.

he purses his lips and takes another breath. “you have no idea what you’re getting into, i could hurt you,” he says.

you shrug, grabbing a piece of his hair and twirling it around your finger. “maybe i want to get hurt,” you say and eddie looks at you sternly. “what if we have a safeword? you go all out, and if it gets too much for me i’ll say it so we can stop and figure out what went wrong. that make you feel better?” you question. eddie debates in his head for a moment and then nods. 

“apple, say apple if it gets to be too much,” he confirms and you nod. 

you lean down, eddie tipping his head back as you bite into his throat. he strokes your hair as you do so, thinking of all the things he could do to you. when you pulled away he looked at you with hunger in his eyes. “do you wanna do this out here… or should we go to our room?” you asked, hoping he would chose the bedroom. 

he pushed himself off the couch, causing you to squeal and cling to him as he carried you to your room. he threw you on the bed roughly causing you to gasp in surprise. “you want no filter right? anything i want?” he asks in an almost angry sounding voice. he pulls off his leather jacket, throwing it down before going for his shirt. you nod, moving your thighs together as you feel yourself becoming wet enough for it to leak to your inner thighs. he chuckles darkly as he undoes his belt and button, shaking his head and pushing his jeans off. as usual, he didn’t have any underwear on. 

he crawls on the bed and hovers over you. “guess it’s time we go over some rules, yeah?” he asks, pushing some hair behind your ear. he watches your wide eyes look at him expectantly. “oh god, you have no idea how long i’ve been thinking these out for you,” he huffs, in awe that this was actually happening. he leaned down, finally pressing his lips to yours once more. he holds himself up on his fists as your fingers find their way to his hair.

you moan into his mouth as he slides his tongue across your bottom lip, opening your mouth. your tongues fight around each other, small moans leaving each of you. eddie finally pulls away causing you to sigh. “rule one, only refer to me as master. or daddy, if you like that,” he says, kissing your forehead. “two, don’t cum until i say so,” he murmurs, kissing your cheek. “three, do as you’re told, always,” and he’s kissing your other cheek. “four, no complaining. because master is being so nice to pleasure you,” his voice now getting lower and he also lowers himself to kiss your jaw. “five, no touching yourself unless i tell you to. that’s what i’m here for,” he kisses just above your breasts. you let out a shaky moan as his fingers begin trailing along the side of your thigh. “six, always use your words and make noise. daddy wants to hear how good he makes you feel,” his lips kissing on your stomach. “and seven, know you’ll have to accept whatever punishment i give you if you disobey,” he finishes, kissing the top of your mound that was covered by mesh. “you understand?” he asks, leveling his face with your pussy and stroking your thigh comfortingly. 

you nod, taking a deep breath. eddie raises his brows, no way you’d forgotten already. he digs his nails into your thigh, pinching it hard enough to make you yelp in pain. “y-yes, master,” you say shakily, spreading your legs for him as you realize you enjoyed the pain. 

eddie gives you an evil smirk before responding with, “there you go, kitten.” then, he’s diving down and going straight for your clit, not easing you into it at all. you gasp, head falling back as his lips wrap around your clit and suck it into his mouth. eddie had eaten you out a multitude of times, but he was always so slow and gentle. this new way had you melting though, you were going to get addicted. 

he loves how you’re reacting, basically making out with your soaked clit. “so wet for me,” he mumbles before diving back in and flicking his tongue through your folds. you hum, muscles clenching at how good he was making you feel. “you taste like heaven,” he says, pulling back to blow on your clit and watch you twitch. he chuckles, licking a strip over your clit and blowing on it again, causing you to spasm. “ironic, for such a dirty, dirty girl to taste so heavenly,” he smirks, watching you whine.

“master, please,” you huff, reaching for him.

“ah-ah, kitten, hands down. now, what are you pathetically begging for?” he asks, licking your clit quickly. 

you squirm at his short, spaced out licks as he waits for you to talk. “please don’t make me say it,” you whine, embarrassment flooding your features.

eddie hums in disapproval, pulling back slightly. “isn’t using your words a rule, babygirl?” he taunts. 

you huff, gathering your bearings before looking up to make eye contact with him. “make me cum… on your tongue, master, please,” you whine, your face heating up in embarrassment.

eddie’s eyes sparkle at you using such a vulgar phrase. “awe, babygirl wants me to eat her pussy until she cums, huh?” he teases, resituating himself.

you nod desperately, gripping the sheets in your fists. “yes, daddy, please,” you gasp as eddie latches on to your pussy once again. he scoots down, grabbing your legs and hooking them over his shoulders to get a better angle. he begins teasing your entrance with his tongue, loving the way your squirm underneath him. your hips buck towards him, a whimper leaving your lips. 

eddie gives in, beginning to fuck you with his tongue as your clit is nestled against his nose. his eyes travel up to watch you, his eyes practically forming hearts as he watches your lingerie clad breasts heave with each breath. he loves the way you taste, so sweet and musky. he’d bathe in your slick all day if he could. he let out a groan into your pussy, rutting his cock against the mattress as your moans begin increasing. he’s fucked you enough times to know when you’re about to cum. but, this time wasn’t exactly going to be the same. he removes his tongue from your hole, moving to focus completely on your clit again, knowing that’s what finishes you off. 

“i’m gonna cum, master, fuck,” you whine as he laps at the left side of your clit since it was more sensitive. eddie picks up his pace, smirk on his face due to his plans. he sucks, and your legs begin to shake. as he hears the telltale breathy moans, he pulls away, right before you fall off the edge. you let out a cry, trying to pull your legs up to get more friction but eddie holds them tightly in place. “master, no, please,” you cry, feeling your clit throb at the sudden loss of stimulation. 

eddie laughs as you squirm, holding you in a vice grip until you stop moving. “see what happens to bad girls who don’t follow rules?” eddie asks when you flop on the bed in defeat. you whimper, grasping the sheets in discomfort. “awe, pretty girl. look at you,” eddie coos, letting up on your legs. 

you look at him with a pouted lip. “m’sorry master,” you mumble and eddie grunts, his hips involuntarily rutting against the mattress again. 

“mhm, i’m sure you are,” he tutted, digging his nails into your thighs. “you learn your lesson, kitten?” he asks, snaking a hand around to stroke your clit gently. 

your mouth dropped open in a silent moan. “yes, master, mm, learned my lesson,” you mumble, hips rolling against his fingers. he removes his hand, using it to deliver a slap to your clit instead. you yelp, causing eddie to smirk.

“don’t be greedy. i’ll let you cum when i want to,” he lectures and you let out a noise of discontent. eddie smiles, ready to edge you once more. he sinks two fingers into you without warning, his cold rings a sharp contrast to your burning skin. he begins pumping them in and out of your inviting walls, watching you squirm. he watched closely as some of your arousal leaked out of you and dripped slowly down the swell of your ass and onto your shared bed. he moved up your body, kissing along as much exposed skin as he could, fingers from his other hand snapping straps and dipping under them. “you look so pretty in this. can’t believe my sweet, innocent baby got all dolled up to look like a whore for me,” he cooed mockingly causing you to whimper. “you have no idea how many times i’ve thought about doing this to you. tying you up, torturing you a little bit, seeing just how much you’ll let me do to your pretty little cunt before you start to cry,” eddie says, stroking your cheek bone as his fingers curl inside of you. 

“daddy,” you whisper desperately.

eddie hums, “yes, kitten?” you close your eyes as eddie’s fingers hit that special spot inside of you. 

eddie knows what he’s doing, and fuck is he loving it. “can i cum this time?” you ask in a shaky voice, eyes meeting his.

the smirk that covers his face is a cruel one, and it makes your body shudder with arousal. “i haven’t decided yet,” he comments casually, before leaning down to nuzzle his face his your neck. 

he starts with slow, sweet kisses to your neck that match the agonizing pace of his fingers, drawing moans from you as your high builds again. then out of nowhere, he bites down on the juncture of your neck and shoulder, hard. your hand flies up to the back of his head as you let out a small scream of pain and tears prickle your eyes. you hated to admit that it only made the knot in your pussy tighter. eddie ran his tongue over the bite mark, soothing it. your hand was wrapped in his hair as he kissed it better. but, he wasn’t so sweet. he moved to the other side of your neck, kissing and sucking before sinking his teeth into the middle of your shoulder. 

you let out pained gasp, fist pulling eddie’s hair until he releases his teeth. he pulls back slightly to admire the small red droplets forming in the place of his teeth. he picks up the pace of his fingers before licking the crimson blood, moaning as the metallic taste flooded his mouth. you moaned in pleasure, your walls clamping around him as your orgasm built sweetly. eddie twisted his hand so his thumb could apply pressure to your clit. “master,” you gasp as eddie continues kissing your neck, your eyes screwing shut. you clenched around him, thighs beginning to tremble. you really thought he was gonna let you cum that time, really you did.

but he pulled his mouth and fingers away from you, sitting back to watch you squirm. “no,” you cried, a couple tears falling from your eyes. eddie smiles, leaning forward slightly to watch your tear filled eyes. 

“kitten, you cried faster than i thought,” he observed, using his thumb to swipe the salty drop away. you whimpered, trying to clamp your legs together but you couldn’t. “mm, poor thing. i promise you can cum next time,” he coos, wiping stray hairs from your face. too bad you still didn’t know what he had in store for you. he gets off the bed and starts looking around on the floor.

“wh-what are you doing, master?” you ask, pushing yourself up on shaky arms. eddie hums in delight at your words and how adorable you looked as your body still trembled. 

eddie picks up his jeans, beginning to pull the belt from the loops. he gives you an evil smile. “well, i did say i was gonna tie you up, didn’t i?” he raises his brows. you gulp, looking from him to his belt as he comes to the side of the bed. “get up on your knees and give me your wrists, babygirl,” he says. you comply quickly, scrambling onto your knees, wincing as you feel the wetness from your pussy dripping out of you. “such a good girl,” he coos, stroking your face and placing a kiss on your forehead. 

he begins weaving his belt through itself before sliding it onto your wrists and pulling it tight. the leather bites into your skin as he makes sure it’s as tight as it can be. he guides you to maneuver to the headboard. you’re sat against it, looking at him with big eyes as he straddles you. “pretty girl, let me fuck that tight mouth of yours,” he says, causing you to bite your lip. he guides you to scoot down a bit, your back in a horribly uncomfortable position as he lines his cock up with you mouth. “if it gets too much, hit me in the thigh a couple times and i’ll stop, okay?” he explains with serious eyes. you nod, only for him to give you a stern look. 

“yes, master,” you say, earning a nod of approval and then the head of his cock is pushing open your lips. he slowly sinks into your warm mouth, head falling back as he does. he goes until his hits the back of your throat, causing you to gag. he pulls back a little, only to start slow thrusts into you mouth. 

he grabs your head with his hands, using the leverage to push his cock deeper into your throat. he feels your throat flutter around him and he looks down. he wants to bust at the sight of you, watering eyes and mouth full of cock. “take it, kitten,” he groans, drawing back his hips just to slam himself back into you. you whine around his cock, a tear falling from your right eye. eddie smiles at you, sinking you down slowly until your eyes widen in panic and you begin to choke. he pulls out immediately and strokes your chin. “you gotta relax, relax and just take it for me. you wanna make daddy feel good, right? that’s why you got dressed up like a whore, right? was for master to treat you like one for his birthday?” he questioned, but you could see in his eyes this was also him waiting for you to use your safeword. you took a deep breath and nodded, opening your mouth again for him. “good girl, kitten. my good little slut,” he says proudly, using his hand to guide himself into your mouth again. 

he lets you adjust once more, but then he’s fucking into your mouth as if he doesn’t care you’re a person and not just a hole. he bites so hard on his bottom lip he’s drawing blood as he watches your face. spit was beginning to dribble down your chin and tears were continuously falling from your eyes as you deepthroated him, gaging every other thrust. he pulled you roughly down on him, chasing his release. “fuck, getting so close,” he grunted, your eyes trained on the drop of blood falling from his lip. “gonna cum in your mouth, yeah kitten, be good and swallow your master’s cum,” he says between heavy breaths. you moan around him and then his hips are faltering. 

eddie’s head falls back as he cums, thick ropes shooting in your mouth and down your throat. he leaves his cock in your mouth until he comes down. “let daddy see his cum,” he says as he slides his dick from your mouth. you open your mouth, showing him how much cum sat on your tongue. he grunts dropping down to connect his mouth to yours. you both moan at the mixed tastes of cum and blood filling your mouth. the salty and metallic taste causing your brain to short circuit. you knew you were so turned on that a wet patch had formed on your duvet, and you wanted so badly to have a release. “swallow,” eddie commands once he pulls back and you do as told. eddie takes a moment to collect himself and then he’s hauling you up and flipping you over.

you let out a noise of surprise as your face comes in contact with your blankets and eddie grabs you hips. “get your ass up, babygirl, yep, on your knees, good girl,” he says, dragging out the last two words. “daddy needs a minute to just look at you like this,” he hums, grabbing your ass and massaging it harshly. you whimper, your head turned to the side. he drags his hands up your back, slipping under the lingerie and feathering his touch over the lacy material. he even moves down to your thighs that are covered in stockings and rubs them. he admires your frame, wishing he knew where the camera was so he could take a picture. next time. 

his hand travels back to your ass, rubbing it before his hand pulls away just to come striking back down. you let out a moan at the pain, eddie watching in awe as arousal drips from your heat. “you dirty slut,” he comments, spanking you again. you stick your ass out to him, wanting more contact. your hands grabbed fistfulls of the blankets under you as you tried to control yourself. eddie played with you a bit more before sinking his fingers back into your awaiting cunt. he groans at the squelching noise as you suck his fingers in you. “this time, you can cum,” he says, placing a kiss on your reddened ass cheek and beginning to pump his fingers into you. 

a loud moan leaves your lips as he uses his other hand to rub your clit. he doesn’t ease into it, just hammers into you until you’re quite literally mewling in pleasure. “master,” you whimper and his fingers curl right against the spot you needed him most. “fuck, wanna cum, getting close,” you say, rocking back onto his fingers. “cum, kitten, cum for me,” he says, curling his fingers where he knows you need as his fingers continue abusing your clit. your walls flutter around him digits and you let out a moan. you feel the tower inside of you building and you’re almost to the top. “come on, pretty, master wants to watch you cum,” he says with gritted teeth and then the tower falls.

“fuck,” you yell, burying your face in your mattress as your thighs shake, knowing they would definitely allow you to collapse if eddie wasn’t holding you up. a small gush of slick pools from your pussy, coating eddie’s hand and dripping onto the bed. eddie finger fucks you through your high, but when you start to whine from overstimualtion he doesn’t stop. “daddy, t’hurts,” you mumble into the blankets.

eddie, however, doesn’t give a fuck what you say. “what’s that rule? you can only cum when i say so? well, i’m telling you now you’re cumming again,” he says harshly, causing you to whimper. he builds you up to your next high so fast and your whole body begins to tremble. “fucking whore, already gonna cum again? well, fuck, babygirl, cum for me, daddy needs to see how good he makes you feel,” he teases, holding his fingers against that special spot and moving them side to side ever so slightly, his movements on your clit never faltering. 

you’re screaming a mantra of daddy and master and eddie hasn’t even fucked you yet. he smiles as your body tenses, that expression changing to shock when you begin squirting all over his fingers. he takes his fingers from your pussy, continuing to rub your clit as he tries to catch some of your squirt in his mouth. your whole body falls limp as more drips from your pussy, a wet spot now decorating your duvet. 

  eddie strokes your clit as you come down from your high, and when you whimper he pulls away. you lay there, ass in the air as you feel numbness spread through your body. eddie pulls you up carefully, plastering your body to his. “what a good girl,” he coos, rubbing his hand soothingly over your stomach while pressing soft kisses to your neck. you slump against his chest, eyes closed as you try to catch your breath. “you did so good, kitten. so good for daddy. did you feel that last orgasm? you squirted, mhm, master got you all worked up, you squirted and made a big mess. so proud of you, kitten, did so so good for me,” eddie mutters praise in your ear, kissing your ear lobe and throat between sentences. 

  “m-master,” you say weakly, trying to force your eyes open.

  eddie admires you, leaving one arm around your waist to hold you up and the other comes to stroke your jaw. “yes, baby?” he hums.

  you finally get your eyes open and make eye contact with eddie. you take a deep breath, clenching your fists to try and regain some lucid thoughts. “you-you didn’t f-fuck me,” you stutter. eddie’s eyes darken as he grips you tighter.

  “was gonna be nice and give you a nice break. but, now i think i’ll take you right now. that okay, kitten? gonna let your master abuse that pretty little hole of yours?” he teases darkly, his cock hardening once again.

  your lip quivers, knowing this very well could send you overboard. but, the way your pussy clenched at the thought of being fucked told you all you needed to know about your limits. “anything you want, master,” you say, looking back at him. eddie grunts, placing his lips on yours in a heated, desperate kiss. you struggle to keep up, feeling like your body was jelly. 

  eddie disconnects his lips from yours and pushes you back down. you let out a weak yelp as his hand presses your back down hard. it kind of hurt, but then your mind was being clouded with the fact that his cock was slipping into your soaked entrance. the both of you let out moans as eddie sinks into you. “babygirl, you can hear me, yes?” eddie asks as he bottoms out.

  “yes, master,” you mumble, voice half muffled by the covers.

  eddie soothingly rubs his hands up and down your back as he bites his lip. he knew once he started fucking you he wouldn’t be able to stop. “this is gonna be really rough for you, okay? once i start, i don’t think i’m gonna stop until i cum. i don’t want to push you too much, so if you don’t think you can handle it, tell me now. there are many other ways i can cum without possibly hurting you,” he warns. you think it over for a minute before making a decision.

  “fuck me,” you grumble, using the last bits of your strength to move your hips forward and then slam back onto him.

  eddie feels something snap inside of him and then he’s slamming into you as if he’s gone feral. “good girl, good fucking girl,” he growls. literally, growls. and then slaps your ass harshly making you spasm. he presses your back down with one hand, the other holding your hip so he can slam into you at a brutal pace. “dirty fucking whore, look at you. my innocent baby is just like some goddamn street whore. fuck, had you all wrong, kitten. didn’t know you’d be so dirty. mmm, fuck, should’ve roughed you up months ago,” he continues grunting as he plows into you from behind. 

  tears are freely falling from your eyes as it hurts so good. your mouth is also open, drool creating a small wet patch on the blanket. your whole body feels on fire as one by one your coherent thoughts fade away. he was fucking you stupid, and you loved every moment of it. eddie was lost in the feeling of you, mesmerized by the way your velvet walls sucked his cock back in time after time. out of all the times he’s fucked you, it’s never been this good.

  he only came back to reality when you started whimpering and your walls fluttered around him. “gonna cum again, slut? yeah, go ahead, cum for your master,” he grunts and spanks you again. you tense and then your squirting again, all over his dick as your body shakes. eddie moans at the sensation. he pulls out, picking you up and forcefully flipping you over. drool was covering your face, your eyes were slightly rolled back and tears were pouring from them as broken moans and cries left your mouth.

  eddie re-entered you, grabbing your still bound hands and putting them above your head. “keep them there,” he grumbles and you nod dumbly. eddie doesn’t correct you that time, instead focused on chasing his own high. “open that mouth,” he demands and you do lazily. he spits into your mouth, moaning as you swallow it without being asked. he could feel his release building, the feeling only heightening as he saw how fucked-out you looked. “look at me,” he moans. you use the very little strength you have to make eye contact with him.

  he grabs your legs, pushing them up to hook them over his shoulders. “gonna cum inside you, fucking slut,” he grunts, hammering into you at a whole new angle. your high builds up again, a sweet mix of pain and pleasure as a sob rocks through your body. eddie feels his high coming, keeping his eyes on you. “cum, one last time. now, kitten,” he growls darkly. his thrusts cause your whole body to tremor. your eyes roll back in your head and a screaming sob leaves your lips as the most intense orgasm rips through you.

  you squirt harder than you did the first two times, your velvet walls locking eddie inside you. he thrusts into you messily, cumming deep inside your pussy as you go limp. your head's pounding, and your whole body is flooded with an uncomfortable, fiery mix of pleasure and intense pain. you loved it, but you were barely present. eddie finally stilled, dropping your legs and nearly collapses on top of you. as he tries catching his breath, his cock still buried to the hilt inside you, keeping his cum in you, sobs rack your body. 

  eddie’s mind is so clouded with pleasure that it takes him a minute to come to. the sobs leaving your lips were nearly heart wrenching, tears covering your face as you tried to gasp for air. you were in so much pain, but you fucking loved it. eddie took a few more deep breaths, his brain clearing up.

  then his mind registered your sobbing and he was immediately pushing himself up to look at you. his heart dropped at the sight of your face, your body still jerking uncontrollably and he couldn’t tell if it was from overstimulation or your sobs. he pulled out of you and cupped your face. “oh, no. no, no, no, baby, are you okay?” he asks in panic, trying to get your eyes to focus on him. you let out a sob as your eyes meet his. “fuck, i’m so sorry, babygirl. please take a deep breath,” he says frantically.

  you lower your arms, hiccuping as you try to breathe. “o-off,” you sob, holding your hands towards his face. eddie feels guilt over take him as he quickly removes his belt from your wrists, not being able to really tell how raw they were before you were flinging your arms around him and pulling him close.

  he practically fell against you as you held onto his back like your life depended on it, crying and hiccupping into his neck. “shh, baby, i’m sorry. i didn’t meant to push you so far. why didn’t you say something?” he asks, wrapping an arm under your frame as he tried to hold you to him. 

  you shake your head no, he had the wrong idea. “n-no. stop,” you cry, pulling back just enough to look at him. his eyes were prickled with tears as you put your hand to his face. “don’t be so-sorry. m’not hurt. i-i loved it,” you hiccup and eddie shakes his own head.

  “baby, you’re crying,” he says, not wanting you to lie to make him feel better.

  you stroke his cheek and take a couple deep breaths. “yeah, b-but, it was so good. never had- fuck, never had better sex. i want it to be like that all the time,” you say seriously, blurry eyes looking from one of his to the other. 

  “you promise? baby, that was really rough i should’ve known better,” eddie says, searching your face for the truth.

  “i loved it,” you confirm. eddie takes a moment before nodding and pulling you back closely to him. eddie slowly pulls away from you causing you to whimper.

  eddie gives you a soft smile, still weary, and kisses your forehead. “you wanna take a bath, or you wanna go right to bed?” he asks, stroking your hair.

  “can we take a bath together?” you asks and eddie nods. he slowly unclips your stockings from the belt and pulls them off, the panties following. he lifts your back up as little as possibly, carefully unhooking and unzipping the belt and your bra. he admires your body as he carefully peels the expensive fabric from your skin. 

  he puts all the clothes in the hamper before picking you up from the bed. “you did so good, babygirl,” he coos as he walks you to the bathroom. you hum, leaning your head into his chest. he sets you gently on the closed toilet seat and turns on the warm water. you watch carefully as he throws in bath salts and bubble bath, stuff he would never use for himself. “lavender good?” he asks softly, holding the bubble bath up to you. you nod lazily, watching him pour a generous amount in and mixing it to create bubbles. “i'm gonna go grab us some water,” he tells you as the bath continues filling.

  when he comes back with the ice water, the bath tub is full and ready. after turning off the faucet he places a cup in your hand, helping you to take a sip as you were still slightly shaky. once you’ve got some water in you, he picks you up again, carefully placing you in the big, claw-foot tub and helping you sit down. he climbs in behind you, pulling you until your back is laid against his chest. the bubbles almost consume you, stopping just below your shoulders. “this is nice,” you hum, looking up at your boyfriend.

  eddie gives you a sweet smile, leaning down and placing a kiss to your lips. his arms wrap around your middle and yours fall on top of his as you bask in the presence of each other. “y/n?” he asks quietly. you hum in response, fiddling with his fingers. “do you want to get married?” he murmurs.

  you let out a weak snort before giggling. “birthday gift that good?” you ask playfully, looking back at him. he was staring at you with a smile, admiring you but you could tell he was also serious. 

  “more than that good,” eddie says, watching you study him. “but i’m serious. i know we love each other and i really don’t ever see myself with anyone else. if it’s not you, it’s no one,” eddie explains.

  you lean back and give him a kiss. “i would love to marry you,” you say as you pull away. goofy smiles are spread across both your faces as you help scrub each other’s bodies and wash your hair.

  when the water drains and you and eddie are both drying yourself off you really think about what you just agreed to. but who else would you want to marry besides this man? eddie picks you up without warning causing you to squeal and hold onto him. “i can walk now, babe,” you laugh.

  eddie just presses a bunch of kisses to your face as you giggle. “i know, but i like it better this way,” he says before setting you on the edge of the bed. he grabs a pair of shorts for himself, slipping them on as you stretched your arms up. 

  he walked over to you with a clean pair of panties in his hand and one of his shirts on his shoulder. he crouched down, holding your underwear out for you to step into. “up,” he says, making you roll your eyes.

  “eddie, i can put on my own clothes,” you say but stand anyway.

  eddie pouts and looks up at you. “just let me take care of you,” he says as you step into them. he slides them up your legs, making sure they’re in place before putting his hands on your hips and standing. he places a soft kiss on your lips, and then he’s getting his black sabbath t-shirt ready to slip over your head. “if you wanna do something,” eddie begins with a roll of his eyes as he tugs the shirt down the rest of the way. “do you wanna grab those other sheets from the laundry room?” he asks.

  you stand on your toes to kiss his cheek to go do just that as he begins stripping the bed. you laugh, remaking the bed and your cheeks flushing at the mess you had made. once it’s ready, eddie has the lights off and is pulling you towards him as he peppers kisses all along your face. 

  “happy birthday,” you whisper, feeling tiredness begin taking over you.

  eddie pulls back, tucking some hair back and admiring you for a moment. “thank you, baby. i loved my birthday. i love you,” he says, knowing those words don’t do justice for how much he cares for you.

  “i love you, too,” you mumble before pressing yourself into his chest. your hand rests near his heart, your head on the other side, one leg thrown across his thighs as your eyes flutter shut. eddie wraps both arms around you, holding you securely to him and placing one more kiss to your head before the both of you fall into a very deep, well needed sleep.

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based on prompts from @mila-solos @kittenxo-xo @asscheek-valley

May I request smut/breeding kink with Din Djarin? I simply want to have his children😌

Give It To Me, Baby | Din Djarin x F!Reader

Synopsis: Din realizes that his clan is dying out; That his creed is almost no more. You, being a lone traveler, letting Din do anything he wishes - you are up for helping him keep his heritage alive. 

Warnings: SMUT!, Heavy on the Breeding Kink, Feral Din, Language, Unprotected sex, PiV Sex, Mentions of Having Children, Mentions of Not Having a Family, Kind of Sad Din, Daddy Kink, Also Using Daddy as a Name for Grogu, Fucking in the Pale Moonlight (Thank you LDR for that,) Bath Sex, Breast Fondling, Lactation Kink, Nipple Sucking, No Foreplay, Cervix Talks, Din Pounding Your Cervix With Every Inch of His Life, Total OOC Din - I wrote him as a soft boi who just wants a baby and is really obsessed with pregnancy.

Rating: E

Author's Note: Oof yes, having Din's children would be fucking amazing!

Also it is going to be canon that Din gets all shy when you call him Daddy but, secretly it makes him feral. Sorry I don't make the rules!

Word Count: 6k

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Family is something of a foreign concept to those who grew up without one - those who struggle to find where theirs may be. Not everyone has the luxury of being welcomed into a clan without tragedy, without anger and rage; Pure love and happiness. It seems like a far away concept to most, especially those who had that stripped from them. It's a craving, the affection of another giving you that sense of hope and security. In a way it's magical, freeing almost - well, to those who have it. To everyone else it's an endless pit of despair and hurt - a vessel one could not dive into unless they need to know what that loss feels like. 

No one goes through that willingly, no, it's something that happens in the nick of time. One day you're happy and free, with your parents and siblings roaming the world in order to find a better life. The next? They're snuffed out like flames on a rainy night, swallowed and smothered by the Earth. For what, exactly? Why is it deemed okay to snatch ones family up like that in the night? That, is a mystery no one ever bothers to find out - a natural order of how the life cycle runs. It's inevitable that one day, everyone ends up the same way. But to be taken so young? That's a pathetic sense of order.

Maybe that is why you two got along so well - both being cut from the same cloth. You never anticipated that he would know what it is like to lose family - to be an orphan at a young age with nowhere else to go. To not be alone in that instance anymore is rewarding to say the least, not having to worry about those night terrors; Living that day over and over again takes so much out of you - so much grief and anger floods back in the little slice of time. Thankfully you were not the only one to experience those, meaning when he was back on board - he was your saving grace. Taking you out of that feeling of hopelessness and despair. Din made things that much easier to manage, that much easier to comprehend. 

To think, only a few months ago the Mandalorian himself would pick you up from Jakku - sick of running and causing chaos in your wake. All it would take is a humble handful of credits, then boom! No carbonite freezer for you - instead you got the pleasure of riding with the Mandalorian in the cockpit, taking over the seat from which he had newly added. Though the starfighter was not one for company - it was homey after all. Especially since the new upgrades Din had Peli put; The hull underneath was where he stashed bounties, directly behind him there was enough space to lounge. And the kid? Well he was happy in his little hidey-hole. Sure, you were use to elaborate ships but this? The intimacy of being so close? It was worth it.

What surprised you more was when Din gave you his name - his real name. Ever since Grogu came back into his grasp, Din felt himself becoming a bit more domesticated. There was this blackened void resting in his chest when he had to give Grogu up, but, ever since Tatooine - nothing else mattered to him. You had to admit as well, the little gremlin was growing on you too. When you would make a pit stop for supplies, instantly he would climb right into your lap, cuddling up to your chest - looking up at you with those bright eyes. The swell of baby fever never went away anytime Grogu placed his little hands on you, or how he would watch you like you were a goddess to him. 

Being a mom was something you never thought of in full detail, leaving that for you down the line. Now that you're older, and can feel yourself ready to stop the life of running - it was time. Baby fever is a bitch though, constantly overwhelmed with the idea of having a little one running around - being part you and the person you love the most. It sounded so lovely, so beautiful in your mind. The only thing was, your current lifestyle was not cut out for a child. It hurt you to realize but, after all that is life for you; Sacrifice is the main thing that you encounter daily. What you failed to realize though, was that the baby fever was hitting Din just as hard. Anytime he saw you with his child, something feral ignited in his belly.

"We are about seven minutes from landing, then we can rest up for the time being," Din let out through his modulator - sighing out with exhaustion. Over the last few days of travelling through the galaxy, things had gotten tense. Maybe it was due to the lack of sleep, or being so cooped up in the starfighter, or maybe just the annoyance of not getting out to stretch but, the air was so thick. Anytime you would lay a hand on Din's pauldron, or accidentally brush by his back you felt his body growing tense. When you would chat with Grogu through the little bubble he was in, cooing at him and making him coo - all you would hear is the tightening of Din's glove against the pulleys. In a way you thought he was fed up, annoyed with you - but oh boy that was the wrong picture. 

In fact, Din was obsessed with hearing you speak with Grogu. He was infatuated with your touches, lighting his body up like fireworks. Din craved someone being a maternal figure to Grogu, giving him that love to which he did not know; One Din lost sight of as a child. To have a woman as strong as you come around, take them both under your wing like they were always yours, only made the sacred Mandalorian fall deeply in love with you - though the brute would never admit it; Admittance would mean weakness, he could not risk it.

Each tug and pull of the craft made your stomach churn slightly, not use to the roughened landing the starfighter is capable of. With being as skilled a pilot as Din, it made sense that in the end, he landed the craft smoothly without any disruption. Always on instinct you close your eyes, wanting to see the beauty of the planet for the first time when you were on solid ground. This time however, you were given no clues as to where you would end up. Crisp sunlight made its way across your sternum, warming you, glinting off of your irises like it was nothing. Lush greenery made your heart swell, tears forming in the corners of your eyes at the beautiful sight. 

The vibrancy of blue wallowing back and forth of the ocean ahead - you were falling in love with this planet already. Having heard so much about it, a dream destination if you wish, you never expected for Naboo to be this gorgeous. Better yet, you could not believe you were experiencing it with such a man as Din Djarin - first of his name and first of Clan Djarin. Nothing could have been any better than this, really nothing else could. But in fact the silent pilot always had a trick up those beskar sleeves - he would never leave you hanging without an adventure, after all. "I know a woman named Sola Naberrie, she has offered to take care of Grogu while we run this mission." The huskiness of his voice crackling through the modulator was like logs on a fire; So soft, yet passionate about lighting that hardened wood up. It made you melt, but he could not see.

"I understand, is that her now?" You responded with no inflections, trusting Din and his commitment to keeping the child safe. A woman appearing in an almost burgundy cloak stepped forth from the barrage of security guards - keeping her face low and out of the sun. She was gorgeous from what you could see - aging so elegantly and beautiful; Her eyes shone the colors of the sea. Din quickly hopped out of the starfighter as you stayed behind, tapping small rhythmic patterns against the glass to soothe Grogu - wanting to make him feel comfortable. It was working so well, to the point where he let you open the hatch, just so he could climb on your lap. 

"It's okay buddy, it's okay. This nice woman will take great care of you while Daddy and I catch some bad people." The little guy has grown on you so much in the last few weeks, especially where Din officially has him back. After the whole fiasco with the Pyke Syndicate, Din made the promise he would never let Grogu out of his grasp again, unless it is with someone he trusts. Plus, this would only be for a few days, surely that is better than months away from the little gremlin. The hub of the ship came sliding up to the sky, giving you that fresh sea breeze of Naboo - almost lighting up your senses with a singular waft. It was Din's cold pauldron that broke you from your mind, taking the child from you, and coaxing you out with two fingers.

You couldn't help but to obey - Din made it so easy to do so. Grabbing onto Din's free hand, you began to exit the craft - falling behind the Mandalorian and the child, just to keep distance. Sola on the other hand was quite intrigued on how you handled the anxiety of the child, making her smile within herself; You reminded her so much of her lost sister. Din passed Grogu to Sola, watching how her maternal instincts kicked in upon arrival. Instantly Grogu curled up to her bosom, letting his bright eyes gently close, enjoying the sway of her body. "I will have him as long as you need, Djarin. Be safe, and please handle this with caution." With that, Sola and her men began to make their way back to the cargo ship, humming as they boarded with ease. 

The last thing you and Din saw was Grogu's little face gently sleeping against Sola's chest, a single wave as the cargo hold closed, leaving yourself and Din to the elements of Naboo. Now that the ship had left, all you could hear were the porgs - chirping along and singing to one another, the crashing of waves being second to that. This was a paradise within itself, you wanted to stay and bask it in for as long as you possibly could. Din thought so too, hence why he placed a gloved hand against your lower back, slowly guiding you towards the beach.

"Night will be here soon, we should get some rest before tomorrow." Din was never one for confessions, or for letting the infliction of his voice go away - he was stoic, maybe that is why you liked him so much. "We're sleeping on the ship?" It was a question you knew the answer to but, sometimes Din surprised you. Shaking his head and letting a small chuckle slip from his helmet, he used a leather-bound finger to point in the direction of the beach, letting you see the small cabin-like home, out of place amongst the lush greenery. Alas, you two would be alone after all, and not with a child in route. 

"No, not tonight. We will have beds. Come on, we will be safer inside." There was no way to protest this man, or to defy his direction. You slung your bag over your shoulder as Din watched you intently, keeping you in his gleam before the sun could shift to darkness. It got colder all of a sudden, the change making you shiver. Din was right, rest was needed - especially after an almost hour walk downhill.

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By the time the two of you arrived at the cabin, you were pooped. Legs burning from the constant strain of the elements, and trying to keep up with Din - you needed a whole hot soak in the bacta tank. But you could only settle on a hot bath, which was better in a way. What you did not anticipate though was the one bed in the middle of the room. Large enough to seat two but, would that be smart? "Neither one of us will be sleeping on the floor. We will have enough space, are you comfortable with that?" Din asked, letting the blackened T of his visor bore into your eyes. No words could come from your mouth within the moment - all you could do was nod and blink your tired eyes, ready to soak into something warm. 

Dropping your bag down onto the wooden floor, you gently extended your arms with full ease, feeling the cracks and pops of your joints fill the room. Being cooped up on such a small ship was not the best of a situation but, you had to make do - especially if this would be the outcome. "Okay, I am going to take a bath. You are more than welcome to join if you'd like." It never fully registered what you said, a tired haze hanging over your mind like a cloud of blankness. So hard to tried to comprehend your words, especially at Din's reaction of sucking his breath in. You, of all people, took the Mandalorian's breath away.

You kicked your boots off with ease, letting them rest by the front door as you shed your coat - letting than hang over the chair backing. Each layer that came loose revealed more and more of yourself to your travel partner - what you couldn't tell from under that helmet was, Din blushed. His cheeks the shade of a Tatooine sunset - growing hotter each fleck of skin you chose to show him. The control in which Din was trying to have did not work in his favor, betraying him with each grunt and groan of his leather gloves. All Din wanted to do was touch you, bask in the pillowy softness of your flesh and see what it is like to touch someone not afraid of him. 

But Din could not hide the strain in his flight suit upon imagining your body soaking wet, covered in bubbles as you sank deeper into the warmth. His body flush behind yours, letting his hands roam all over your being. He has been trying to remain in control the last few weeks of being on board with him; Now that there is no distraction, he was not giving this up to save his life. Swallowing harshly, Din dropped his utility belt to the ground, letting it lay their flat whilst undoing his shin guards, pauldrons and wrist guards. All the while, you were too busy in a state of pure tiredness and relaxation to hear the commotion - all you could think about was laying in the warm bath.

Getting into the bathroom, instantly your hands flew to let the water heat, filling the porcelain up quickly. Every fiber of your dressing was shed like trash in seconds, begging to be washed and prepped for the day ahead. Cold, night air flowing from the cracked window caused goosebumps to arise - pebbling your nipples through the thin band of your chest covering. It sent an instant chill through your body in retaliation - causing your body to jolt at the feeling. But you did not let it break your senses for more than one reason, needing to remain strong in order to stay away. If you slipped away now, you'd be a cold and cranky mess. With your panties and chest covering now hitting the floor, seated beside your cargo pants and top - now you let the elements take you, completely nude and waiting for the world to change around you. 

It was freeing to be in nothing, no confinements of clothing keeping your actions at bay - it felt so lovely to be free. Right on cue with your naked being, the steam from the water rose quickly - aiding the bubbling in their clusters. Reaching forth you turned the stainless beskar knob off, the aroma of lavender and citrus filling your nostrils. You pulled your foot up to test the water, instantly feeling your muscles loosen. It did not take long for you to sink into the bath, humming out with pure joy.

Involuntarily your eyes closed with ease, making you rest your head against the siding of the porcelain. Just as you felt yourself fully relaxing into the hot water, the sliding door to the bathroom opened, revealing one barely clothed Mandalorian - helmet and all. Tired eyes met his appearance, only causing you to smile softly at the nature of the situation; This night would change it all, the dynamic of your relationship would hit a peak in which you both were ready for, it would all be perfect. "Hi," you gently let out with a content hum, smiling up at your companion with ease. Din nodded in your direction as the lights from the fireflies illuminated the room, some candles already lit cascading over you with a warm glow. You looked ethereal to Din in this moment, a perfect picture of relaxation. How the bubbles crested right above your breast made his heart soft, and his body hard. Nothing, and he means nothing, could ever be so beautiful in his eyes - all expect for you. 

"Hi, mind if I join?" The question sounded skeptical releasing from his mouth, like Din was unsure you really asked him to do so earlier. But the tender smile you gave him spoke measures, letting him know it was okay. You picked your head up from the siding of the tub and push forth, letting your head hunch and slide to make room for your companion. "Please, keep your eyes closed. I am going to blow the candles out, and release the fireflies." Never did a companion of your ask for you to keep your eyes closed - for Din though, you'd do anything.

Obeying his command, you screwed your eyes tight - letting your other senses come into play. The hiss of his helmet releasing made your body quiver, sliding the heavy beskar to the tiled floor. Is this really happening? Were you really about to bathe with Din? Scooting your body forward to make space for him, you let your head rest against your perched arms - humming at the contentment you felt. Shuffling could be heard from your side as Din maneuvered his body, trying to keep the water from flowing over. The first strike you felt was his knee falling against your back, sliding almost comically as you were pushed forward - a small yelp escaping your lips, followed by a small squeak of a giggle. "I'm sorry!" 

Din let out profusely, trying to regain his composure as he slowly sank into the warm abyss of the bath. All you could hear was a moan of relaxation seeping from his mouth, his legs resting around yours in the oversized tub. What came next surprised you more than anything; Din brought his hands forth and placed them against your hips, grounding yourself whilst aiding you back. If there was one thing Din loved more than bounty hunting - it was skin to skin contact. Nothing was more intimate, nothing was more personal; Vulnerable. You could feel the race of his heart against your baren back, bumps arose across your supple skin - finally giving way to the passion locked behind solid beskar.

"How does this feel?" You managed to let out, resting one hand against Din's thigh as the other comes to rest upon his shin, drawing small circles onto the golden skin. Leaning your head back, Din took the perfect moment to rest his head against your temple, keeping his hands stationed over your hips and thighs - not wanting to intrude if you did not feel safe. "Peaceful. I haven't had that since - well, ever." You could hear the slight broken nature of his words, a small quiver releasing as he came to terms that this was okay - that there was no danger upon the two of you. Life was subtle, quiet - in the breeze of Naboo there was no danger lurking around the grassy hillside. For the first time in forever, the two of you were safe. 

Pressing your head against Din's, you let out a shaky breath accompanied by a smile, lacing your fingers against his on your hip. "Good, you need this. We need this." The insinuation on we made Din suck his breath in, body going rigid under yours. From this position you could feel the straining of his half-hard cock pressed against your backside, more-so in tune with his muscular thighs. One hand snaked around to caress the inner portion of your thigh, as the second hand came to rest flush against your lower belly. "Can I speak my mind for a moment?" Din let out, barely above a whisper - but with his forehead directly against you, it was impossible to not hear it.

"Always, Din." There was never a doubt in his mind that you would tell him to stop, to keep it at bay instead of letting it out. You always listened to him, cared for him, made sure he was feeing confident and safe. In this moment he wanted nothing more than to let everything out he has been bottling up these last few days - weeks even. Ever since Din first laid eyes upon you, he knew you would be his. Din knew, you would last. You could sense something was out of sorts by the way his hand ghosted to your side, wrapping the meat of his forearm around your belly, hauling you closer onto his lap. Din needed you, he needed to feel all of you in order to realize, you were real - not some sick part of his imagination. 

He always felt as if things were never good enough for him; When he got too comfortable, something was always ripped out from him. If anything happened to you, or him, he wanted you to know how you made him feel. "Nothing awakens a more paternal feeling in me than seeing how you handle Grogu." Of all things the Mandalorian was capable of speaking, this was what took you out of your own head, and placed you within his. Din was a made man internally, the nature of his words were something straight out of your dreams, making the core between your thighs run molten, and hot. Taking you a bit further was the feeling of his plush lips pressed against the shell of your ear, slipping a ragged breath into you. "Seeing you with my son, something feral wants to come out. Does that scare you?"

Never, is all you could think of, but words escaped you in the moment. Instead of directly responding to Din's words, you instead let out a sultry moan - clamping your teeth down against your lip in hopes to mask it. But alas, with your luck Din heard, and it was enough to make him chuckle - watching you with immense passion. "Look at me, cyar'ika," the Mando'a slid right off of Din's tongue with gentle ease, only causing more of your slick to seep into the waters below. Obeying the command of the Mandalorian, slowly you craned your neck to stare at Din, darkness flowing through the night. Though you could not see him, you could sense him, and that is what mattered most. But you were taken by surprise when Din illuminated the room with his light beacon, sending a glow of fire throughout the spacious room. 

Each speck of the light reflected off of the multicolored bubbles, causing your heart to grow fond, and your stomach to flop with anticipation. As Din brought the beacon up, all you could do was marvel in his beauty. Lush, brown locks mended into curls upon his head looked so plush - you wanted to run your fingers through it. The furrow of his brow, causing faint lines to spring across his skin. A soft radiation of mocha coming from his eyes made your body burn, but not before those rose colored lips parted - delicate pink tongue draped across the chapped skin. "See me for who I am, not what I have done. See me, in my feral state."

You felt as if this was a bit out of character for Din, being so poetic and immersive - rather than stoic and blunt. It was nice to see him in more of a lax state, whether it was due to the bubbles, you, or just being out of the cramped ship. The man covered in beskar steel, was more than he let on; Passionate and fiery with appreciation. You lit something within him that could no longer be contained. Din Djarin, was about to show you what was up. Pressing your forehead's together from your shoulder, Din brought his hand down to gently cup your lower belly once more, rubbing his large, calloused fingers over the soft skin. You couldn't help but to whimper at the sensation, causing Din to gasp lowly. To spur the man behind you on, softly you puffed out your belly, letting your eyes fixate of Din's gorgeous face. It was impossible to not see the glint of possessiveness in his eyes, or to feel how grip growing stronger. He slid the wet hand against your puffed out belly, rolling his hips up to you, chasing the feeling of you. 

"There is nothing more I wish to see than you round with my child, to carry my ad. To help Clan Djarin grow." Each word that came from Din had you reeling, his hands exploring every inch of your wet skin while your body sank into him. You parted your thighs in a haste, wanting to feel Din more than ever before, wanting him to make do on his promise, and give you his seed. "You have my blessing, Din. Let me carry your child - our child. Let us be the parents ours never got to be." That was all it took for Din to lose himself; You sent him over the edge so quickly.

Din wasted no time in propping your hips up with his own, dragging the blunt head of his cock through your sopping folds. The sensation in itself felt like pure bliss, knowing you were ready enough for his member to slip right on in, making home within your cavern. The notch of his thick head against your opening made you shudder, but aiding in the relaxation was Din's mouth on your neck, sending slow, intricate kisses over the skin - making you yearn for this man. It was enough of a distraction that you sunk fully onto his cock, letting a string of whiny moans slip past your lips. 

"Good girl, just feel. Take it in, you're so warm." Din was spurting off babble enough to make your body ignite. The way he stretched out your cunt felt like home; Warm, safe and secure with no imminent threat of danger. From how Din was hugging you from behind, you could tell it was the exact same for him as well. His bare face rested in the slope of your shoulder and neck, peppering soft, sweet kisses to the skin, letting you accommodate the new feeling. Bringing your hands up, you laced them through Din's curls, feeling every inch of his hair as if you were one with it, tugging lightly at the nape. It sent a shock through Din's system at the feeling, aiding in him slowly thrusting - trying to fill the space between the two of you. Two bodies melded into one, connected forever by the base - there would be no going back.

The few elongated thrusts that Din provided you at first felt like fire; Scrubbing your walls with such lovely passion, it felt as if you would die from that alone. The hilt of his cock brushed right against your cervix, sending a wave of a painful pleasure through your orifice. "Shit, Din you - you feel perfect," you moaned with a squeal, digging your nails right into his scalp. Every groan and grunt Din let out of his mouth felt like touching the clouds - euphoric and blissful in this current state. No man has ever hit such deep depths within you, not like Din could. The way he worked your body like a piece of gold was alluring, and sensual. Just Din hearing that he felt perfect, was enough to spur the stallion on. Din took that as a cue to speed up, letting his hips snap a bit quicker into you; He wanted to make love, not just have a simple fuck and dual-parenthood. 

"You are going to be the most gorgeous buir that has ever graced the galaxies. The most beautiful riduur that I have the pleasure of conceiving with." You had to admit, hearing Din speak so clearly in Mando'a to you was like floating above the stars and space, seeing the bright sunshine peering out into darkness. Din was filling that blackened void of despair you had come to find a part of yourself. He was fixing you from the inside out, molding you into everything you wanted to me.

"I cannot wait until these fill with milk to feed our child. So pretty, so big. When they hurt, and our babe is full - I will drink to relieve them." If this was anyone but Din stating this, well he would be on the floor in a pile of his own blood. But to hear Din admit this, to admire you while you were at his mercy, was everything you could have wished for and more. To have him fully, like no one else ever will - was special. This was going to be worth it in so many ways - to give Din the child he has always wanted, but to grow the family by two now. "You will be worshipped everyday. Pregnancy will look gorgeous on you. Pushing my seed deep within you, right up until it officially takes." 

Din knew how to put you on cloud nine easily, and effectively - tossing your high up in the air and trying to catch it blindly. every solid thrust the Mandalorian gave you, sent a shockwave of pleasure rippling through your core. You could hear the sopping wet sounds of your cunt clenching around his thick member, aiding in the aggressive thrusts he had you take. This was a moment, something so magical and enticing, that you never wanted to end. A beautiful dream in fact, one made up of equals parts love, lust and acceptance. Two orphans finding themselves within each others bounds, chasing the feeling of want and need. Destiny lined this moment up perfectly for the two of you - making sure that this would be ever lasting.

Tilting your head back, you rested it flat against Din's shoulder - turning to see the facial hair coming in coarse, yet soft. He pressed his cheek to your temple, taking in the scent of lavender and lust on your skin. This only caused Din to speed his hips up at a jarring rate - driving his thick length deep within your wet cavern that you knew, you weren't going to walk straight for the next few days. With turning your face towards his, finally you knew were enveloped in the most loving, passionate and strong kiss anyone has had the pleasure of placing upon you. A gentle mix of every emotion possible flowed through your system. 

Immense pleasure surging from your cunt as Din thrusted faster, mixed with his loving kiss made you melt right against him. To your own surprise, Din proud his free hand down to rub steadily at your clit - loving how you gyrated against him to meet your mark. It was a given now, neither one of you were going to last long at all - your eyes peaking up from behind dimmed lights. Your ears were on constant alert of hearing Din's sensual moans, his raspy pleasure seeping out. In fact, you almost missed the Mando'a he murmured as he trailed his lips down to your neck, suckling sweetly on your moist skin; "Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde." What you did not realize, were those were Mandalorian vows - meaning if you stated them back, you would be Din's wife.

The implication of his words caused your stomach to crest; Burning lust in your lower belly exploded as Din stilled his hips. There was rocked silence, only the gentle waves of the bath tub could be heard as you two reached your peaks. Din placed his slightly chapped lips against your ear, whimpering gently as his voice broke. "That's it, take it." Each and every vowel he let out caused your body to seize over and over; Cumming from this man's own language made you feel so much a part of him, as was his seed lining your walls. Each pump of his cock as he slowly rid out both of your highs, caused your cunt to ache. Each stroke of his cum painting your delicate cunt was unmatched to any pleasure you have felt before. Knowing now, you were going to bear his children. "You're so good," was all you could manage to moan out, before slumping back against Din's sweaty body. His hand retreated from your clit, as his hips finally stilled. Din relaxed under you, letting his cock soften within your cunt. Bated breaths mixed with the gentle hum of the fireflies swarming around the room - creating one of the brightest, yet softest moments you two would always remember. 

There would be no going back now, you were going to carry his child. Din brought a wet hand up to caress your cheek, pushing some of your hair behind your ear, catching his breath with yours. "I am going to promise you this; No one. I mean no one, is going to take you, or our child away from me. And I, will never let anyone take me away from you. We are one when together, we are one when parted, we will share all, we will raise warriors."

And just like that, you were now the wife of the Mandalorian, his strong riduur who he would never part with.

Lonely (kylo ren x reader)

a: kylorenxreader

description: How utterly unruly is it to lust after your ultimate superior? Turns out it’s not as unfortunate as you foretold.

warnings: smUT, moRE SMUT, fluff?, force use, no spoilers for TROS

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(DO NOT COPY OR POST MY WRITING AS YOUR OWN: if I find you are- I will expose you)

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The first time you saw The Supreme Leader without his mask, you felt every last piece of your dignity melt into a puddle and evaporate with each passing second you stared at him. 

 It was inept, and you hated yourself. Every ounce of your commitment was devoted to The Order since you first began your recruitment. You didn’t know what this was, but it sure as hell wasn’t loyalty. 

 Your job was simple, a data analyst, and occasionally you were given temporary command over your unit, and you were fit for it. Well, you were more adequate at the whole thing than you had anticipated. You were promoted. The idea of it was pleasing, but all that repletion faded as soon as you stepped foot into the control room and laid eyes on your mask-less commander. 

 How utterly unruly was it to feel something towards your ultimate superior? You were tempted by him- and it was more than alien to you. 

 Sure - you had laid eyes upon a few men in your day. But this was different. 

 It wasn’t just his face. You had detected him months before, hovering inside the hallways, and you felt yourself turn and walk the opposite direction. His stature was broad and towering. You were intimidated yet interested, somehow finding cracks in his facade of prestige to reveal nothing but a man who wanted to justify himself in the few meetings you attended with the officers. 

 You respected him then, as a superior, but now- you didn’t even want to acknowledge what you felt. It took everything inside yourself to rend your gaze from him. He seemed to notice. 

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I want to do bad things with you — Five Hargreeves

Request: “6 from fluff and 4 and 8 from smut list for five hargreeves?”

Fluff Prompts:

6. “I’m going to marry you one day.”

Smut Prompts;

4. “Are you sure that’s what you want? I could really hurt you.”

8. “I don’t care how good it feels you’d better not cum until I tell you to.”

A/N: We not tolerate any pedophilia here !!

I write about Five with their 20s. I write the same about the characters of Harry Potter.

I hope it got close to what you wanted. ❤️ This is a heavy smut, I was in a bad mood, sorry jsnsjsnsjsn.

Guys, I really understand who doesn't feel comfortable reading or writing Five's smut. But I always say that I only write with him (any genre: romance, fluff or angst) with the notion that Five is 20 years old here. All of my fanfics mention swearing or sex, even if it is a memory or something shallow, but as I am writing with Five as an adult, it is consistent that the fic has aspects of an adult life.//

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you ❤️

Couple: Five Hargreeves / Fem! Reader.

Warnings: SMUT, SMUT, bad words and bad smuut.

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Five Hargreeves were many adjectives. Genius, superhero, handsome, dangerous, sinic, arrogant, born leader, among other things. His energy was intense and mysterious, and looking him for too long was like facing the stormy sea: dangerous and risky, but extremely fascinating.

He carried many adjectives on his back, is truth, and domineering was one of them. His life was a constant line of stress, problems and exasperation, Five felt irritated most of the time, so relieving all that stress in sex was... it was fucking good.

Normally, his emotions were always on a tight leash, under iron control. Five was composed, controlled, taking everything rationally. Even in sex, when he vented all his anger, he was conscious. Until you show up.

You were a little, sweet, lyrical little thing and... fuck, you had an angel face that made Five clench his jaw as soon as he laid eyes on you. And then controlling yourself became a much more difficult task. You had a cunning, catlike look, but an face so pure that it hooked Five into the his soul.

He couldn't get involved with you, he repeated that every fucking day. Five could barely look in your direction without wanting to hold your angel face and kiss you with the fury of hell. Five wanted to fold you in front of him, slap your ass until you blush and hear you whimpering his name. He wanted to do all the dark things in his mind to break your doll energy.

Five Hargreeves was many things, but the irony of all was how they swayed when he fell in love with you. It was inevitable. Over the months, while trying to control his thoughts, he found himself admiring your intelligence and sense of humor. He started to notice how you loved sweet tea and had headaches when you had coffee, which is why he started to leave a migraine medicine in the kitchen if you needed to.

With the days, Five now hid his smile when you laughed at something stupid and admired how the world seemed sweeter when you were happy.

And that's when he kissed you. And his whole view changed. When he held your face between his hands and tasted your lips, Five felt like he was touching Egyptian crystal, and then the urge to protect you was born. He didn't want anything or anyone to hurt you, anyway. Five touched you so delicately and made sure that nothing bothered you.

So that's when you two slept together. Fuck, it was so fucking hard for him. Extraordinarily difficult because Five wanted to make you scream and fuck you so hard. It was difficult as hell because he wanted to hit your ass and thigh so hard that he could see the marks tomorrow. And... son of a bitch, even though you moaned and squirmed, you looked like a fucking angel. And the desire to desecrate something so pure became even bigger.

And that was why he avoided touching you during those hours. He kept his hands on the mattress, on the headboard, on the walls or on the pillows, avoided touching you as much as possible. Because Five knew... it was already too hard not to fuck you rough, hard and intense, if he touched you... it would be the end. He didn't even want to kiss you too much, or suck on your skin, because one thing would lead to another and... God, you fucked his mind!

It was after a few months that he realized he loved you. And your relationship will become even more serious.

"I love you so much.” You whispered on his lips one day, with the cold and rain falling outside, and you curled in him up like a pet.

Five nodded, him lips on you forehead, brushing them there as appreciated what that phrase did to him. You two had already said that a few months ago, but you loved to keep repeating it and Five appreciated how right the universe felt when you said that.

“I'm going to marry you one day.” He sighed through your hair, lowering lips to yours before receiving your ecstatic and passionate screams.

But the more love grew in you two, the more hunger, lust and sin grew within Five too. Was like a wild beast, hitting the bars of the cage, almost breaking what kept under control. And controlle herself started to be physically painful. So he tried to put out that blazing fire.

Seeing you naked has become excruciating torture. Five fidgeted uneasily whenever you changed in front of him, took off the towel after a shower. But the worst was when you two had sex. Fucking you, feeling you pulsing, squirming, totally submissive to his whims, made Five have to acquire phenomenal self-control. Although Five exhibited a cold, arrogant and confident personality, everything inside him became a boiling volcano when you appeared.

“Baby…” That was when Five heard you purring, you had just come out of the shower, a short white towel covering your body.

When Five looked at you, and saw you walking towards him, he pulse reached alarming levels. Normally, Five always managed to keep his impulses under control, even though it was an overwhelming endeavor. But not today.

Oh, he was far from being in control. Your doe eyes looked at him docilely and Five felt again the overwhelming appetite to take you so badly.

God, he needed to break you…

You didn't make it easy for Five either. Oblivious to the internal battle within him, you sat on his lap, supporting your legs on either side of his hips, with the towel rising to the top of your thighs and your bare skin sitting on his already pulsating member.

Five snarled softly, hands tightly squeezing the bed sheet, your body pulsing beneath his. He felt hot as if were in the Sahara desert.

“You are so tense.” Your voice was velvety, soft, and you brought your lips to his neck. And that was too much.

“Y/N..” Was a warning.

“Something wrong?” You pulled your face back enough to look at him.

Five shook his head, hands still clutching the sheets. You followed that gesture with your eyes, and started connecting the pieces second by second.

It was no longer today that your felt him controlling himself. Moments he didn't want to touch you at all while he fucked you, like you were a hot iron. Days when he forced a little more force into the way he kissed you and then completely backed down.

“I've been noticing a few things lately...” You commented, the left index finger playing with his uniform “I noticed that you have ... controlled yourself, as if you were holding something.”

And then you looked into his eyes, and what you saw in the green sockets was a lust so fervent that you felt yourself losing breath.

“Y/N...” the voice was still hoarse, a ring signaling his warning as well “I ... I won't be able to talk about this with you.”

“Why not?” You didn't know exactly what the problem was, how deep it went, but you knew something was going on. “I did something? Or are you more stressed? ”

“You did not do anything.” He assured you, and as he saw in your eyes that you would not let the matter pass, because you were determined as hell, Five sighed deeply. “It with me. It has nothing to do with you, I just... I like to do more... rough things. "

You were watching him closely, the direction of the conversation was pleasing to you... It wasn't today that you knew your own tastes, and something brutalized and stronger was exactly what you liked. But Five was always so controlled, so reserved, that you were still looking for an opening to bring it up.

Five must have noticed that your eyes took on a different glow, and he looked at you as if he suspected.

“Why that look?” His little corner smile made you smile too.

“ I didn't know you liked things like that.” Five raised an eyebrow at you, the little smile still on his face. “Is that why you have been controlling yourself?”

Five had to take a deep breath, hands going to your waist under the towel, in a soft, controlled touch. But his hands were stiff, you felt it.

“I do not want to hurt you.” He was succinct “I have more aggressive, brutal desires, and I don't want to take it out on you.”

Oh, you were really enjoying the conversation.

You let out a low chuckle, playing with your index finger on the lapel of his uniform.

“Like ... hit me and stuff?” Then you felt his grip tighten on your waist, his jaw tighten.

Five looked at you with a clear warning that you were walking in rough waters. That it was better for you to stop here. He could barely cope with his own thoughts about it, let alone hear you say those things with that fucking angelic voice of yours.

"What if I wanted to?” Now your eyes were bright with amusement and anticipation.

“You can't tell me these things” His grip got stronger, his eyes more fierce, the energy more irritable “Even more naked in my lap.”

Five might be covered in clothes, but he could feel your hot pussy under him, the soft skin of your thighs around his waist, your breasts a touch away... Damn, it was too much for him!

“I mean it.” You ran your fingers through his hair, resting your hands behind the back of his neck. “I like something hard too, if you are willing to try this on me, I would like us to do it. You are always so focused... I would love to see you more out of control. ”

Five kept his eyes on you, as if he were looking for some hesitation in you. But he found none. Just shared desire.

God help him.

“Are you sure that’s what you want? I could really hurt you.” He wanted to warn you, he wanted you to know it was a path of no return. Five could destroy you and him wanted you to know that.

“Yes.” You agreed “I want it so much.”

Suddenly, something in the air seemed to change. Everything became rarer, more caustic and crackling. Five's intensity had reached extremely high levels and he looked at you as if you were the prey on a night hunt. Five pulled harder on your towel, freeing your naked body. He gasped, his eyes fixed on you.

“Say red when you want me to stop.”

You were going to say something, but he didn't give you a chance. His hungry lips stuck to yours. It was a controlling kiss, drowning out you surprised moan. Five stood with you on his lap and threw you on your back on the mattress. You gasped, your naked body exposed on his bed, given over to all the profane fantasies he had in mind. Seeing you there, submissive, destroyed all the control he had.

Oh he was going to destroy you.

Five remained standing, pulled your legs over the edge of the bed and opened them aggressively. You let out a heavy breath, the core pulsing. God, seeing that made him rock hard.

Five leaned over your body, pressing his lips in you before moving to your breasts, sucking on aching nipple, squeezing the other in a heavy touch. His hands left you for a second before him straightened up and removed he blazer and sweater from the academy, his nimble hands pulled the tie knot fiercely, tearing the piece of silk from his neck.

“Be quiet for me, dear.” Five put your hands together, tying your fists with the tie and tying the tie to the headboard.

You bit your lip, your body fidgeting for him, the core throbbing. Five had barely touched you and you were already pulsing for him.

“You are so needy.”

Without warning, he was leaning over you, him lips on yours, his hands roaming your body in a rough touch, his mouth pinching your lips. And everything started to get heavy after that point. Five closed his mouth on your neck, leaving a trail of purple hickeys as he brought two fingers to your mouth.

You took them in, sucking without waiting for an order. But his fingers on your mouth seemed to have an even more exciting effect for you. You legs closed, wanting to seek any friction, but Five slapped your left thigh roughly, brutally separating them with his free hand.

“Did I tell you to close your legs?!” You whimpered, and he gave you another slap “Answer!”

“N-no...” You did your best to speak with his fingers in your mouth.

“No what?!” Another slap. Now you could feel the flesh throbbing. You pulled on your fists, trying to control yourself not to close your thighs again.

“N-didn't”

Now his free hand went to your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“It's ‘No, Daddy’!”

“No, Daddy!”

“Good Girl.”

Five withdrew his hand from your mouth, bringing it down and melting it into your pussy. You moaned louder, forcing the tie, shifting your hips. He didn't give you time to breathe before he buried his fingers in you, hitting your walls.

You screeched muffled by his lips on your, as his hand pushed against you frantically, slamming inside you at a brutal pace.

“F-fi...”

Another slap. Stronger, more aggressive.

“What did fucking you say?!”

“Daddy! I mean Daddy! I’m so sorry.”

He accelerated his hand even more, and you started frantically pulling on the tie, trying to get rid of or gain more of that ardor. You were starting to feel close to orgasms when Five pulled away, slapping your bare breast as he rose again. You whimpered in protest, your hips still making some movements in search of some ghost friction.

“Look at you, so desperate and I haven't even fucked you yet.” Five began to unbutton his white shirt, stripping off his clothes and leaving the belt beside you.

You excitement went to extremely high levels when you saw his cock jump out. Pulsating, molasses with pre-cum and dashed with thick veins. Your core throbbed, dripping your liquid while you whimpered.

Five smirked when he noticed where your attention was, and he leaned you, but now bringing the belt with him and placing it around your neck.

God, he was going to fuck you so hard.

Five gave a tug, testing the accuracy, and when you groaned needy, Five appeased his own excitement by sinking his bruised lips into yours.

He stood up again, pulling your legs closer to the edge as he brushed your pussy with the throbbing head of the stick, watching you squirm. It was torture for him too, but the sight of you struggling for contact was a fucking reward.

“Please d-Daddy!” You whimpered, rummaging in despair, wanting more of anything he give you.

“Please, what? ‘Please, daddy, fuck me hard’ or ‘please, daddy, use me’ ?”

You were begging, with tears in the corners of your eyes as he played with you, by sinking the head of the stick inside you. It was driving you crazy. Five held the base of him penis while he sank just another inch into you, then pulled and rubbed your clitoris.

“Fuck me h-hard, Daddy!”

Suddenly, Five entered you brutally to the bottom, leaving you speechless in a loud and silent groan. He pulled you by the belt, not giving you time to get used to the size, he established strong and aggressive blows.

“Do you want hard?! I will give you hard!”

Then Five untied the tie from the headboard, turned you brutally on you stomach and pulled your hips up. He pulled his hand back and unloaded it on your ass, and you screamed, staggering forward. Five pulled you by the hips, dissatisfied with your distance.

“Be good girl for me, dear." It was an order.

You obeyed, crying out loudly when Five pushed the stick inside you aggressively, pulling on your neck with the belt. He held you by the belt and the waist while he fucked you. Hard, fast, without any abandonment.

His hand hit the flesh of your ass from second to second, and you can't help but moan for it. He gave no respite, the sound of his bodies colliding flooded the room, perhaps the entire mansion.

Five has never felt so hardcore in life, so hungry, so lust. He wanted to break you, hurt you, squeeze your flesh so hard that you would be left with marks for months. He groaned, trying to concentrate on mistreating the walls of your pussy, pounding with brutality, harder and cruel.

“D-d-daddy!”

Tears streamed into your eyes as you dug your nails into the pillow hard, unable to contain the moans and the tremor in your thighs. Your belly vibrated, hummed with hyperstimulation, that was paradise and sin at the same time and you felt that you could fall apart at any moment.

Five pulled the belt tight, bringing you up and sticking your back to his chest. He put his free arm around your waist, bringing the thrusts in slow, hard rhythms, making you feel every inch of him.

You hands went to him arm around your waist, the new position reaching the most sensitive places, making your pussy throb. You bit your lip to try to control your moans, because you were afraid they would be too loud.

“Without trapping those sounds for me!” This time the slap came down on your left breast, followed by a deeper thrust, and you begged for excuses while looking for air “Let everyone hear who's making you feel so good! Who does this slutt belong.”

That pushed you further into the abyss. Five sucked on the skin on your neck, pouring out a strong hickey while you could only scream and whimper for him, unable to do anything else. . He entered you deeply, taking whatever inch you had and forcing you to take it deeper.

Five did not allow you to move an inch away, your hips clinging to his, held by his arm, him fucking you hard without you can moving your hips. He could feel you blinking on his dick, making your honey drip down your thighs. His hunger had given no respite, and when he looked at you, and he saw your angel face in an expression of pleasure, pain and dirty with tears, it further fueled Five's hunger.

"That, little slutt!"

You were close, pulsing on his dick, sweat running down your body, your broken moans. Five loved how you were a mess for him, your whole body scarred because of him. He never fell your owner as much as he does now. You begged for something you didn't know what it was, but Five did. And he would give it to you. But he felt your pussy squeeze him, swallowing him in a broken way.

“You can't come until I let you!”

“Da-daddy!” You moaned louder “Please! Please! I need... I need it! ”

“I don’t care how good it feels, you’d better not cum until I tell you to!”

Five came out of you, turning you brutally on the bed once again, removing the belt from your neck. He climbed on top of you, now sticking your body to his, placing his mouth on yours in a gasping kiss. The skin-to-skin sensation was maddening, you were both hot, sweating, and Five squeezed your thigh tightly before slapping it down again. Your wrists were still tied, and you could only press them against his broad chest.

Your thighs were shaking and Five was delighted by this, he traced hickeys all over your breasts, and sank into you again when he sucked on your left sore beak.

Five held you while he fucked you in that position. Strong, cruel and hard. His hands were glued to your flesh, marking your skin with purple from his digits, holding his own moans. And you watched him with your mouth open by the screams and the sight. He was beautiful like that. Wild, his skin all sweaty, his teeth closed on his lip to keep from groaning, his black hair stuck to his forehead.

It was too much torture, too much stimulation, and you were already letting the tears flow while you were begging for something.

“Come to me, my good girl.”

Five didn't have to say it twice. You came intensely, your pussy sucking all of his cock and receiving the hot, thick liquid of his as a reward. You threw your head back in abandonment, feeling him it sink into you deeper, making sure you got all his sperm.

“Such a good girl for me.” Five whispered as he gave you a reward kiss you.

sleepy subway serendipity | tasm!peter parker x reader

summary: a stranger on the train ride home brightens up tuesday, the worst day of your week

warnings : swearing, discussion of theoretical danger to reader (not anything insane), fem!reader

1.9k word count

Tuesdays were hard for you. Your job had you waking up earlier than any self-loving person should wake up, and working later than any person ever deserves to work. The train home was always brutal, but Tuesdays were the worst. On Tuesdays, you worked far into what you considered to be your bedtime and always ended up having to take a late subway ride back to your “quaint” apartment. It was 11:23 PM and you had barely managed to hop onto the train before the doors had shut on you. As the train whirred off into the night, you took account of your surroundings. Despite it being later than you’d willingly stayed up in a year, the people of the “city that never sleeps” were in fact not sleeping. In fact, it seemed that every last one of them was on the downtown-bound 2, alongside you. As you did a quick scan of the car, you weighed your options. 

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Space Girl- George Weasley

Space Girl, show me the stars You know the galaxies of my heart

George Weasley was not excited for his first astronomy lesson of the year. He’d agreed to do the class simply because he needed to fill his timetable and it seemed more enjoyable than history of magic.

That’s what he had told Fred at least.

In reality he had opted for astronomy for one specific reason. Y/N Y/L/N. She was a shy Hufflepuff girl and although he had never spoken to her George was absolutely enamoured with her.

So, as he dreaded the lecture ahead he tried to remember that this cloud had a silver lining, and it was a silver lining that was absolutely worth it. This was all confirmed when he walked into the astronomy classroom and saw her.

She was sat at a desk at the back of the room. Her hair twirling round her finger as she studied the open text book in front of her, seemingly unaware of the chaos around her. George noted happily, that none of her friends seemed to be in the class and rather than asking to sit with Angelina and Katie like he had been planning he figured what the hell and went for it.

“Hey, is it alright if I sit here?” He questions, willing his cheeks to not flush red when he looks up at him

“Oh, of course you can George,” she nods, moving her stuff to the left to make room for him. He feels his heart leap at her knowing that it was him and not Fred.

“How did you know?” He questions, head cocking to the side to look at her better. He smiles slightly at the bright red flush on her cheeks.

“You aren’t that hard to tell apart,” she shrugs

“Our own mother can’t always do it,” he pesters, he’s genuinely intrigued how she seemed to know so easily.

“Uh, okay then. You’re slightly taller so when you are together I could always work out who was who. From there I just kind of noticed little things, you have two freckles on your neck, Fred has a scar above his eyebrow. Your face is slightly longer, your nose is a little longer and has that cute little bump in it, your hair falls completely differently and your lip has a little curl in it. But the easiest way is that you have a different vibe about you,” She rambles like it’s the most obvious thing in the world and George himself wouldn’t haven’t been able to explain the physical differences so well.

He’s pretty sure his heart melted on the spot.

“You should tell my mum all of this,” he smiles gently, not knowing how to respond and explain that he’s never felt more seen in his life.

“Sorry, I’m not a creep or anything I swear. Just observant,”

“It was quite sweet actually,” George smiles, biting back a chuckle when her face blushes a bright red. “So, you any good at Astronomy?” He questions politely

“I’m okay. It’s probably my best class. I’ve always known about it so,” she shrugs, cutting herself off. She knew that George was a pure blood and probably wouldn’t want anything to do with her if he knew she was a muggle born.

“You’re a muggle born right?” He questions, she’s surprised his tone doesn’t sound angry or accusatory like was often the way with pure bloods, instead genuinely interested.

“Yeah,” she confirms “my older sister is obsessed with astrology so I knew a lot about it before I got here. It’s probably the only subject I didn’t fail first term,” she admits, George smiles softly. He can only imagine how hard it would be to come to the school with no magical knowledge.

“Look at you now, you’re top of the year in almost everything,” he points out

“Yeah, Ced helped me find my feet and after I settled in it all made sense,” she explains. George knew that her and Cedric were best friends, he was a lot more outgoing and George had never quite understood how their friendship worked but it was no secret wherever one was the other wasn’t far behind.

Girl, are you a cancer? ‘Cause you make me cry When we kiss or dance in the sky We’re dancing in the sky

“Hey space girl,” George grinned brightly as he dropped into his seat

“If you’ve forgotten my name you can just ask you know,” she blushes a little, not thinking that the boy she had fancied since second year could actually have given her a cute pet name.

No. The only logical explanation is that he had forgotten her name but after being sat next to her for two weeks now was much too polite to ask for it.

She had told Cedric this and he had laughed loudly, ruffling her hair and telling her that she would do well to remember how beautiful she was.

“I know you’re name. Y/N Y/L/N. You’re a Hufflepuff, obviously,” he gestures to her tie before carrying on “Your best friend is Cedric Diggory and you two are always together. You tutor my little sister in potions. You help Professor sprout with the plants in the green house on a Sunday morning. You like to study in the library, specifically the second table from the back left corner. You never eat carrots but you love peas and you always buy two chocolate frogs at Honeydukes one for the walk back and one for a treat that night. I’m not a creep. I’m just observant,” He finishes his ramble with a reference to when she had proved just how well she knew him a few weeks prior.

She sits, slightly astounded as he looks at her like his ability to list off so much information about her that she had never specifically told him shouldn’t be a shock.

Her heart melts on the spot and she’s pretty sure her crush just became real feelings.

“Why?” She questions quietly, not really meaning for him to hear

“You’re beautiful and I like looking at you,” he shrugs, turning to the text book in front of him. He notices her eyes still staring at him and turns to look at her “hey, you wouldn’t want to study together one night this week would you?” He questions, smiling at the blush that overtakes her cheeks

“Yeah. I’d love that,”

“Amazing, does Wednesday work for you? I could meet you at the library after classes end,”

“Sure,” she nods shyly, biting her lip to stop a smile and having no clue the very action makes George want to kiss her senseless.

“I know the table,” he grins, chuckling when she blushes bright red before turning back to his book.

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𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 —send me a shy!reader request for any character (with a plot) and I'll write a >1k drabble

sirius/james introducing shy!reader to remus. and shes just like quiet and in awe, but remus loves it.

luveline's 40k party ☆ tysm for requesting! remus x shy fem!reader

James is used to your personality after months of being your lecture neighbour, unperturbed by your quiet. "It's going to be fun," he promises, handing you a cold glass of cranberry vodka. "They're nice, okay? I won't let anyone irritate you." 

He's hosting a party and had the generosity to invite you round early. He's easing you in, so to speak. It took him two weeks of steady Hellos for you to work up the courage to say Hi back, another two weeks for small talk, a month before you felt comfortable speaking to him first. If you're that shy, a party is basically torture.

"It's not about irritating me," you say. 

"I know, I'm messing." James lists his head to the left. A second later, there's a knock at the door. "Aha. Wait here, shortcake, there's someone I want you to meet." 

"James," you say after him, wet from your glass leaking down to your sleeve, "what?" 

"I asked him to come early and say hello! He's quiet and handsome and you'll love him, just don't stare at his nose." 

What's wrong with his nose? you think, alarmed. 

James opens the door. Two new voices emerge, one scratchy and a little high, the other smoother. "I need to pee so bad," the scratchy one declares, followed by bounding footsteps up the stairs. 

"You alright?" the smoother asks.

You think there's patting, a hug, "I'm brilliant! You smell really nice, Remus, like a garden." 

"Lovely."

"In a good way! Come and meet my Y/N, you remember I told you about her nice gel pens?" 

James leads the smooth-voiced Remus into the living room. You hurriedly put down your drink and stand, wiping your wet hands in your shirt. You cringe at the darkening fabric but hide your grimace as they stop in front of you. 

"Remus, Y/N. Y/N, Remus," James introduces you both. 

Remus has a scar across his nose that seems cruelly cut. There's another beside it that starts in his upper lip, both of which end in his eyebrow. You know how self-conscious it feels to be looked at, so you manage to smile and offer your hand without too much of it. He's handsome with his scars, a nice nose with a ridge and brown eyes the colour of caramelised sugar.

"Hello," Remus says, shaking your hand. His is big enough to make yours feel small. 

"I invited her early because she's more fun than the rest of our lot," James says, throwing himself down on the sofa and kicking his legs out on the coffee table. 

Remus taps your elbow very gently as if to usher you to sit and sits down beside you, enough space to be casual but too little to stop the rampant nerves that blossom in your stomach. 

Remus asks about your life. What you're studying, where you're from, if James is being nice to you. While James is touchy in the rough older brother way, scrunching your shoulder and shaking you when you're not expecting it. Remus is touchy in a different way, you find, almost as if he doesn't know he's doing it. His shoe bumps your shoe, his hand falls down between his outer thigh and your own, his knuckles touching your jeans very lightly. He spins in his seat to talk to you. 

You don't notice other people arriving, nor the scratchy-voiced friends return. All you can do is look up at Remus with wide eyes. Your nerves meld to something warmer. 

"And what do you do?" you ask him. 

He smiles like you've wandered into a secret. "I'm trying to write a book." 

"He's being a bit much," Sirius says to James, the two now loitering in the doorway with matching beers. You and Remus chatter on, unaware of their running commentary.

"It's a very strong reaction. I knew she'd like him, but I didn't think she'd like him like that." James takes a sip of his drink. Remus asks you a quiet question. You duck your head, playing with your sleeves, and Remus, the bastard, ducks his head to follow your gaze, smiling at you all the while. 

James almost chokes, pointing his bottle toward you both as though Sirius isn't already looking. "He's eating it up. I forgot how flirty he is."

"She'll be nice to him, won't she?" Sirius asks, like it's a done deal. To be fair, Remus seems enthralled with you. 

"Definitely. She's very nice. Oh, look, that's sick, she's gonna pass out." James winces as Remus takes your arm into his hand. 

Remus wouldn't do anything cruel, but James wasn't joking when he told Remus that you were exceedingly, achingly shy. He's about to step in and rescue you, but you turn into Remus' touch and pull your leg up on the sofa to make yourself comfortable. Your voice is animated, if quieter than the average person's.

"Woah," James says, beaming.  

Remus flirts almost as a defence, like he wants to get the rejection over and done with so he can move on. You've yet to reject; you're looking up at him in moderate awe, your lips quirked into an easy smile. 

"Boo!" James calls, flicking his bottle cap at Remus, who brushes it away. "Took me three weeks to get a smile out of her," he mutters. "What a dick."