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This wasn't a part of the movie...

A smutty one-shot with my Angel OC Lukas and Tiefling OC Celeste. Lukas has red skin and Celeste has navy blue skin. Lukas is AMAB genderqueer and Celeste is an AFAB man. Reader is AFAB but gender-neutral. Enjoy~

Word Count: 2.6k Warnings: NSFW, smut, blowjob, oral, face riding, threesome

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It was the middle of March, and classes seemed to be getting busier as the days passed by. Overdue for a night to yourself, you had been quick to organize a movie night at your apartment with some friends. Though, the day before you guys were supposed to meet, it seemed everyone except Lukas and Celeste had managed to cancel on you, but you insisted you three still meet up, since you weren’t sure when you’d have another chance for a break like tonight, anyways.

And that’s how you ended up here, sandwiched between two really attractive men on a couch. In all honesty, you weren’t sure why you were even catching yourself ogle at the two of them; you had always found them attractive, though you had never dreamed of making any moves. You guys were just friends. Right?

...Right?

Well, that's what you maintained in your head, trying to distract yourself with the movie as Lukas munched on popcorn and Celeste laid his head in your lap, tail swaying off the couch. You took a moment, looking to Lukas, and found yourself quick to have wandering thoughts. He was wearing a loose tank top and basketball shorts, and you'd be lying if you said he wasn't hot.

No, I mean literally. His body felt like it was giving you a fever just by laying near him. And it wasn't helping the fact that with Celeste laying on you, you felt too polite to ask to move positions. But seriously, just being around Lukas, especially this close, was making you warmer by the minute. It was getting to the point where the movie was no longer proving to distract you enough, and so you gingerly began stroking Celeste's hair to try and calm yourself down. These were your friends, not some fuck-buddy for the night. Besides, you probably weren't even horny, you were just letting your thoughts take over.

"Everything good?" Celeste shifted his head to look at you, a slightly confused and concerned look furrowed in his brows.

"Yeah, your face is getting red; you feeling alright?" Lukas commented dryly, offering you some popcorn. You gave a nervous laugh, shaking your head.

"You're so hot, man, you're burning me up is all," you joked, and Lukas returned the laughter.

"Ah, my bad, need me to move?" He asked genuinely, but you were more concerned on staying focused. Did you want him to move? Not really, in fact a part of you even wondered if all of his body was this hot-

"Nah, don't sweat it," you shook your head, and Lukas shrugged, going back to the movie. Meanwhile, Celeste had shifted back to his original position, rubbing circles in your thigh as you stroked his hair. A part of you wished he touched you even closer inward...

Oh my god. Why were you horny???

You mentally cursed yourself, forcing yourself to pay attention to the movie. As time went on, it seemed to work; your mind at ease as you caught yourself immersed in the fantasy film droning on in front of you. That is, until a red arm eventually made its way to the back of your head, playing with your hair. On reflex, your body stiffened, but only Celeste noticed. This time he sat up from your lap, his hand still rubbing circles, giving you a confused gaze that you dared not to return. He seemed too innocent to the thoughts you were desperately trying to prevent from swirling in your head, so much so that when he leaned in to whisper a question in your ear, you jumped, moving further on top of Lukas.

"Dude, seriously, what's your deal?" Lukas seemed annoyed, almost dropping the popcorn which he then sat on the coffee table in front of you. "This isn't even a horror movie and you're acting all jumpy."

"Yeah, you're acting strange, is everything alright? Do you need to be alone right now?" Celeste blinked, genuinely worried for his friend, and oh god did you certainly NOT want to be alone in this state, but you certainly didn't want your friends around to see yourself like this either.

“I.. Sorry, I’ve got a lot on my mind right now is all,” you tried your best to sugarcoat it, only to find Lukas looking down at you.

“Well, is there anything we can do to help? I know we don’t have the same classes but if it’s something like homework I can try my best,” he continued on, offering his help, but you couldn’t stop yourself from wandering your eyes down to his lips. He wasn’t stupid, either. He caught on to this, stopping his train of thought as he raised a brow towards you. A smirk met his face, and slowly his hand took its place in your hair, tugging lightly. And holy fuck, you wanted more, your mouth slightly agape in wanting as you realized just how turned on you were from simply being near these men.

Lukas let go of your hair, laughing to himself as Celeste’s curiosity only grew. “Seriously, what’s going on? Listen, if it’s about the movie I picked, then-“

“Actually, Celeste, I think (Y/N) has something else in mind.” Lukas grinned devilishly, stooping down to whisper in your ear. “Do you want to tell him or should I?”

You gave a cautious look to Celeste, your cheeks burning in embarrassment as your hand reached out for his, dragging it back to your thigh, though this time placing it higher.

“I uh… If you want to, I’m just… I’m sorry, I feel so… So… So hot.” Celeste’s eyes widened slightly at the implications, his gaze flitting from yours to Lukas’s as if to ask if what he was thinking was what you were asking of him.

“(Y/N)… are you sure? Is that what tonight was really for, I’m confused-“ Your hand shot out.

“No! I swear, no, I’m sorry, I just…” Your cheeks burned and now you were regretting even hinting at it. “I didn’t mean to get like this, I don’t even know how, I’m sorry,” you continued to ramble until a red hand came around your throat, gently silencing you. You drew in a breath, letting out one final statement.

“If… If it’s you guys, I trust you.”

Celeste’s face turned a darker indigo, indicating he was blushing, and Lukas’s hand seemed to be growing even hotter, his chest now pressed to your back, causing you to only become more heated and agitated.

“Celeste, what do you think we should do?” Lukas smirked, enjoying the confined state he had you in, your throat trapped by his hand.

Slowly, Celeste’s hand slid down your thigh, reaching the hem of your sleeping shorts, drawing circles into the skin that made you crave so much more. “I don’t see why not, if you trust us this much to help,” he offered, leaning forward until your faces were mere breaths apart from each other. “Is that what you want?”

Oh god, yes it was. Morals didn’t even matter anymore; you just really wanted to be touched. “Please…” you spoke so quietly, afraid of rejection or further embarrassment. “I want you two to touch me…”

Your timid confession was enough to make Lukas shift, his dick beginning to harden at the thought of having his way with you. “Fuck, angel. Both of us? You’re just so needy tonight, hm?” His grip tightened slightly on your throat, and you let out a gasp, giving Celeste enough courage to close the gap between you two as he brought you in for a kiss, his lips starting slow against yours as he enjoyed taking his time. His blue fingers slowly continued their pattern into your thigh, rising higher and higher until they were underneath your shorts and just barely where you really wanted them to be.

From behind you, Lukas raised his free hand along your body, traveling under your shirt to cup your chest, playing with your left breast as he placed kisses down the right side of your neck. You couldn’t help but let out a small, breathy moan as the two men started toying with you, and it was driving you insane as you imagined just how many spicy combinations could happen from this delicate situation you found yourself in. You arched your back into Lukas’s touch, and soon found that Celeste was growing more bold with his.

Celeste now had your underwear pushed to the side, his thumb tracing circles over your clit as you tongue found his way into your mouth, growing hungrier and needier as you moved your hips against his fingers, which only spurred groans from behind as Lukas was fully erect now, and grinding himself into your backside. For a moment, Celeste broke the kiss, bringing his two fingers to your mouth as replacement. You welcomed them in with your tongue, coating them nicely with your saliva before he withdrew them, trailing them down to ghost your clit until he gently pushed them inside your entrance. Another moan let out from you, and it seemed Lukas was getting impatient.

His hand left your throat and pulled Celeste in closer, wanting access to yet another toy to play with as his hand reached underneath Celeste’s shorts, playing with the man whose fingers were curling up inside you as you desperately tried to rock yourself further into his touch until he was knuckles deep inside of you.

“F-fuck,” Celeste let out a curse, not expecting Lukas to have made a move on him. He leaned forward, allowing Lukas better access inside of him as he brought you in for another kiss, occasionally breaking it with a moan or slight gasp. It went on like this for a few minutes, the heat rising in you astronomically quickly, and you needed more.

Lukas withdrew his hand from both you and Celeste, looking at your bedroom door. “We should move this along, shouldn’t we?”

Celeste, breathing heavily, nodded his head, his eyes now full with an intense wanting of you on his tongue.

Soon enough, all three of you were in your bedroom, with Celeste sprawled on top of your bed, his hands beckoning you closer as he asked you to politely sit on his face. You were taken aback, straddling him as you hovered your cunt over his lips, embarrassment flushing your face. "A-are you sure, Celeste? I've never done this- Fuck~"

Getting impatient, he had hooked his arms around your thighs, anchoring you down onto his tongue as his nose prodded at your clit. You let out an unseemly moan, not expecting what that would have felt like at all as you slowly found the rhythm of his tongue, rocking back and forth against it for added friction to your drooling sex. Your own juices dribbled down his chin as he eagerly enjoyed his meal with a side of your precious moans.

Getting impatient yet again, his warm hand grasped your chin, his other stroking himself at the sight of you slutting yourself out for these two creatures. "Look at you, taking his tongue so well. Come on now, stay focused. This is what you wanted, right?" His tone is full of praise, but his gaze couldn't be more degrading, and it made you feel like you were on fire. "Perhaps we should see what your tongue can do, hm?" He made his way closer on top of the bed, his red cock at eye level with you now, precum leaking from the tip as your mouth slowly encased it, pressing a kiss to the tip that sent a shiver down Lukas's spine; a long, drawn-out groan following it. "Fuck, that's it, baby. Use your pretty mouth like that."

You removed your mouth, taking his girth in your hands as you ran your tongue from base to tip, kissing his tip each time you did so. After a moment, you slowly took him into your mouth, letting out a moan when Celeste decided to add a finger into the equation inside of you. Your noises sent vibrations along Lukas's length, and he could feel himself losing his composure.

Lukas's hand was quick to bury itself in your hair, slowly easing you onto his length that desperately craved the wetness of your mouth. A gasp left your lips, giving you only enough time to draw in a breath before your mouth was stuffed full of red, your nose meeting neatly trimmed dark brown fuzz. You choked hard, tears swelling up in your eyes, but this only seemed to spur Lukas on even more, a dark glint in his eyes and heat seemed to radiate off of his enormous wings. His hand kept a steady pressure on your head, guiding you up and down the length of his cock as he used you like a mere cocksleeve, muttering praises all along the way.

"Fuck, it's like you were made for my cock, why haven't we done this before already?" He breathed.

Meanwhile, Celeste continued his assault on your dripping cunt, now three fingers pumping in and out as his tongue focused on rubbing circles on your clit. Your eyes continued swelling with tears, your chin drooling with saliva as you could feel yourself tightening around Celeste's fingers. So much was happening at once, and you couldn't stay focused as Lukas abused your mouth and Celeste lapped at your insides. You were a drooling, moaning mess, your hands reaching to fist themselves in Celeste's hair, silently begging him to keep going, to push onward.

Your pathetic noises hummed along Lukas's shaft, the vibrations causing him to feel his own release coming on soon. He debated on cumming down your throat, curious of what you'd do, but he decided against it, moaning as he removed your head from his cock, pumping himself for his last few lingering moments before he came on your chest, leaking down onto the sheets as well. He fell to his knees, desperately trying to catch his breath, but he was nowhere near done yet.

You were oh so close now, your mouth free as you gasped for air from the choking sensation Lukas had had over you. Now, without a gag down your throat, you moaned loudly, coming completely undone on top of Celeste, your orgasm riding high. He continued his tongue-lashing, insistent on you riding it out, until the burning sensation soon followed with overstimulation. With a pitiful plea, he released you, the lower half of his face covered in your juices. His chest was heaving with air, and one of his hands quickly went down to touch himself, your orgasm still all over his fingers. He was desperate and needy, and begging to be touched.

"Aw, we forgot about someone," Lukas teased, coming around to the other side of the bed to remove Celeste's fingers and replace them with his own. "Not on my watch, angel. Keep him busy, won't you, (Y/N)?"

Still catching your breath from your own climax, you felt yourself nodding, leaning down over Celeste as you brought him in for a feverish kiss. His hand found its way into your hair, tugging desperately as he struggled to keep his pretty moans in from Lukas's ministrations. You lost yourself in your makeout session as soon as Celeste's free hand once again found your clit. Among his heavy breathing and moans, you could feel Celeste smirk as he bit and nibbled down your neck from your jaw. It was going to be a long night.

Three rounds later, all three of you found yourselves piled in your bed, covered in your own highs. It wasn't until Celeste managed to drag you both with him to shower that you realized how much you enjoyed movie nights.

Brand spanking new PWP fic! One-shot COMPLETE! No waiting!

A 4 Minutes x KinnPorsche crossover featuring Korn/Tay

A big smut-

Their Punishment

Summary - sequel to "Rules, Rules, Rules"

Warnings - smut, porn no plot, dildo use, threesome, gn! character, poly! relationship, overstimulation, hardcore smut, two subs one dom, queer love, p in v

Words - 2037

Francis is squished; squished between the soft skin of her girlfriend’s thighs. She has a tight, almost bruising, grip on Emily’s hips keeping her from wiggling away from her tongue. Her tongue which is working wonders on Emily’s sopping core. 

There are no thoughts in Emily’s mind as she struggles to take what her girlfriend is giving her. Her hands clench the bedsheets and pull at Francis’ hair. Emily’s eyes are squeezed shut; her head thrown back on the fluffy pillow below her. 

Agatha is laying beside Emily on their shared bed. Unlike Emily, Agatha is not feeling mindblowing pleasure. Agatha is only feeling the friction that their own thighs can conjure with their rubbing… which isn’t much at all. They had stopped whining for attention after Emily’s second orgasm and resorted to silently crying.

There’s not enough. Agatha needs more. They are burning for more, but they won’t be getting it anytime soon because they were being punished. They had broken a rule and they were now paying the price.

“Fuck, Frans,” Emily’s wet whimper didn’t do anything to quench the evergrowing thirst Agatha had growing for any type of touch. It only made them tug at their arm restraints in a futile attempt to touch themself. 

Agatha let out a desperate sob that had Francis lifting her dripping chin from between Emily’s thighs.

“Color, Ags?” Francis’ face showed concern, but she didn’t move from the bottom of the bed. She didn’t plan on touching Agatha anytime soon unless their partner used the safeword.

“Green! Ah, please!” At those words, Francis’ concern was gone and she went back to lapping at Emily’s folds. 

Agatha knew that this was nowhere near over, but they didn’t want this to end. Sure, they wanted to be touched. Really, really bad, but with how turned on they were, they could come in a few minutes without any assistance. Plus, they did break a rule and Agatha definitely doesn’t mind being punished.

“Agatha,” Emily moaned. Agatha turned their head to see their girlfriend, sweaty and panting, looking at them with clouded, brown eyes, “I’m gonna - fuck - I’m gonna cum and then I’m gonna ride your - ah - face. Okay, sweety?” Agatha’s mouth waters at the thought as they nod.

“You gonna cum for me, beautiful? Gonna fill my mouth with your sweet taste?” Francis asks Emily in between her sucking and licking on the latters bud. Agatha sees Emily try to respond, but she cuts herself off with a loud cry of pleasure. They don’t have to glance down to know that Francis has finally started using her fingers.

Neither Agatha nor Emily know the secret of Francis’ fingers. They don’t look all that out of the ordinary, no slightly protruding veins or obvious muscles, but she sure knows how to maneuver them. She scissors, twists, curls, and pushes to such perfection that you don’t even know what hit you until it’s already over.

And that’s exactly what happens to Emily. One moment she’s coherent enough to tell Agatha to ready themselves to be suffocated and the next Emily’s pushing off the bed so hard that her back is a flawless arch. 

“Fuuuuck! Ah, Francis, yesss!” Emily screams her girlfriend’s name as her orgasm rolls through her. 

Francis is in heaven. Even though she is not the one cumming, tasting either of her partners’ sweetness is equal to cumming in her eyes. Francis has her eyes closed and is moaning and groaning as loud as Emily while her mouth sucks and her fingers push Emily farther over the edge.

With the sounds filling their ears, Agatha almost releases with the mediocre stimuli from their rubbing legs. Almost. The knot in their belly is wound so tight - just a little more and they could be screaming along with Emily.

“Mm, such sweet nectar for me, gorgeous,” Francis says, finally popping off of Emily’s swollen clit. She slowly makes her way up her girlfriend’s body, kissing and sucking and biting all the way to Emily’s mouth. Agatha could only watch as Emily received a free sample of her sweet juice straight from Francis’ lips. 

“Francis… Em, please!” Agatha begged. Their core had gone untouched for way too long. They felt like they were going to explode! All they wanted was someone to touch them. It didn’t even have to be between their legs, just - anywhere!

“Think they’ve learned their lesson, Em?” Francis cocked her head to the side with a smirk.

“No,” Emily stated. Agatha sobbed, “But I want to ride their face, so… Agatha has learned.”

Francis chuckled and pokes her girlfriend’s nose, “Gosh, Emily! You’ve gone soft.”

“I’m just horny. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to get into position.” Agatha’s tears finally come to a stop as they grin up at Emily’s approaching body. They loved being used, especially by Emily. They opened their mouth as Emily hovered on top of their form.

“Agatha, sunshine, you make Emily feel good and I’ll do the same for you, okay?” 

“Oka-” Agatha was cut off by Emily resting her pussy on their face. 

“Oh, by the way,” Francis seemed farther away than earlier, but they weren’t sure if that was because they were on Planet Puthay or because she had actually moved, “If you stop that pretty, little tongue, I’ll stop too. ‘Kay?” 

Agatha could only moan in response which elicited a whine from the girl on top of them. They started working their tongue as best as they could with their arm restraints still intact. They were nervous that there wouldn’t be enough pressure for Emily’s taste without the use of their arms to pull her hips downward, but Emily seemed exceedingly satisfied.

Agatha had completely forgotten about their own need until they felt something cold drip down onto their entrance. Francis’ fingers came to rub circles around their clit and they almost stopped their ministrations on Emily before they remembered what Francis said. Agatha let out a moan as their girlfriend’s fingers penetrated their core; a moan that was felt in Emily’s pussy. The girl shuddered and rocked faster on her partner's face.

“Be good for me, Ags,” They could barely register what their girlfriend had said before they felt Francis’ fingers exit their hole and a much bigger something push in. Agatha sucked even harder on Emily’s clit in response and Emily had to hold the headboard to stay up straight. 

Agatha knew it was their favorite 9-inch rainbow dildo. They hadn’t been properly stretched, but the burn was so good. All Agatha could do was moan into their girlfriend’s pussy and buck their hips deeper onto their toy. 

Agatha was getting so close. They could feel the knot about to snap and they wrapped their legs around Francis’ hips, trying to keep her as deep as possible. Francis could barely move with Agatha’s legs squeezing hers and with how tight her partner's core was. 

“You close, baby?” Agatha let out a pleasured sob in response, “Yeah, I know you are, sunshine. You’re squeezing my cock so tight.”

Agatha let out a loud whine that had Emily rocking harder against their face. 

Agatha was in heaven. With Emily now sloppily rocking on their face, Agatha was covered in their girlfriend’s juices from nose to chin. Not only that but, they couldn’t even describe the pleasure they were feeling from Francis’ cock. They had taken this certain toy before, but with Agatha’s denied orgasms and them being horny for such a long period of time, they felt as if they had exceeded Cloud Nine.

“...Fran - gonna cum,” Agatha moaned, “Please let me cum! Please!”

Francis smiled down at her partner, “Just keep pleasuring Emily, baby. You can cum when she does,” Francis then looked up at Emily's face. Her eyes were screwed shut and her grinding on Agatha’s face stuttered, “Which won’t be long.”

Emily proved just how right Francis was with a groan so loud that Agatha could feel it through their girlfriend’s pussy. Emily shook and moaned her partner’s names as her cum gushed into Agatha’s waiting mouth. 

“Did so - fuck - good for me, baby.” Emily whimpered.

That bit of praise had Agatha falling over the edge shortly after their girlfriend. Instead of screaming out, they only sucked harder on Emily's clit to ensure she could ride out her orgasm just as Agatha was. Francis’ movements had never stopped in Agatha’s cunt, they were now slow and deep. So, so deep. The dildo hit their g-spot every. Single. Time.

After Emily stopped cumming, she lifted off of Agatha’s face and kissed their lips. Their lips that were sopping with her juices. Agatha kissed back, pushing their tongue into their girlfriend’s mouth so Emily could taste her own release. Francis had finally pulled out of Agatha’s dripping slit causing her partner to let out a muted mewl.

“Ah!” Agatha cried, feeling their pussy being licked by Francis’ tongue. It was almost too much for them.

“Just gotta,” Lick, “Clean my little sunshine up.” 

“Francis-” Agatha whined.

“All done!” Francis said, pulling her head from between their partner’s legs. She then got off their shared bed and headed to the bathroom to clean up the mess on her dick.

Emily straddled Agatha’s waist as she placed soft kisses all over their face. Emily was feeling euphoric; she wanted to share that feeling with the person who had just made her have one of her top ten most intense orgasms.

“You were so good for us, baby,” Emily murmured while still kissing every inch of her partner’s face. Agatha could only smile. They were exhausted. Agatha went to hold Emily’s face when they realized that their arms were still bound.

“Em?” Agatha started.

“Hm?”

“Could you, uh, get me out of these handcuffs?” Emily stopped smothering their partner to look up at Agatha’s hands still cuffed to the headboard. A rare snicker left Emily’s mouth.

“Yeah, hold on,” Emily leans over to the nightstand to grab the key, “There.”

Now that Agatha’s hands were free, they immediately started rubbing their wrists. Yes, they could have stopped pulling on their restraints to prevent their wrists from bruising, but if Agatha had the willpower to do that, their girlfriends were doing something wrong.

Emily had been laying on Agatha’s breasts for a few minutes before Francis reentered the room. She had salve for Agatha’s wrists and the now clean 9-inch dildo thrown over her shoulder. 

“Em,” Francis called, tossing the salve to Emily so she could start applying it. Francis then stripped out of her sweaty sports bra and threw on one of her homemade tie-dye shirts before climbing into bed with her partners.

When Francis was securely nestled in the crook of her partner’s neck, Agatha spoke up, “I’m sorry, guys. I shouldn’t have touched myself without your permission.”

“Damn right you shouldn’t have,” Francis replied, nibbling on Agatha’s shoulder.

“I don’t like that you went against the rules, but it ended pretty well for me,” Emily stated, rubbing her face into Agatha’s boobs.

“Em, you’ve gone soft,” Francis teased.

“...I was never hard?”

Agatha giggled, “You just gotta make it weird, sweetheart,” Francis groaned.

“I don’t understand,” Emily began, “How did I-”

“Shhhh, Em. I’m tired and my hips are sore. If I remember, I’ll tell you in the morning,” Francis groaned.

“I won’t remember,” Emily said as Agatha finger-combed her hair in comfort.

“Thata girl,” Francis sleepily smiled, “Love y’all.”

“Love you too, my pretty girlfriends,” Agatha responded, letting out a tired yawn.

“... I love you, Francis and Agatha,” Emily declared, snuggling deeper into Agatha’s breasts.

“If I wasn’t this damn tired… I would yell at you for being so formal,” Francis whispered, “We’ve been dating for… 6 years.”

No one responded to Francis’ final jab. The throuples apartment had fallen silent with all of its residents off in dreamland. Not one of them was under the covers, their mostly naked bodies being the only form of warmth for each other.

Agatha had claimed that they would never pull a stunt like this again, but that wasn’t true. In the end, Agatha sometimes yearned for their punishment.

an: I think that was pretty good. I had my friends read it over and they thought it was pretty good. What are your thoughts?

Dirty: Stabbington Brothers/Reader [SMUT]

There were no works for these hunks under this category so I had to do it.

Basically they f*ck you so good they ruin all other men for you.

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It was hot, almost unbearably so. You weren’t exactly sure how you had ended up in this position. Everything before this seemed foggy, as if you were looking through a wall of water that swished and swirled away any semblance of thought the moment you tried to focus. But you suppose it didn’t really matter now anyways.

All that mattered was them.

You couldn’t see much through your half-lidded eyes except the muscular, clothed back of one brother bent over you, his open mouth pressed against your collarbone. A shock of bright red hair rubbed against your neck and bare chest, you supposed it was the ones with sideburns. Huge hands groped your breasts and you could feel another pair inching closer to your waistband as a second tongue lapped greedily at the sensitive spot behind your ear. That must be the one with the eyepatch.

You didn’t know their names or care to find out. Everyone around these parts knew who they were, dubbing them “Sideburns” and “Patchy” (stupid nicknames, you thought), though none were brave enough to say it to their faces. You didn’t want to become the last guy they pummeled when he had pried too hard.

Aliases here were more common than not.

They didn’t know your name either, but they never asked. You supposed they were just here for a good fuck and you were more than happy to oblige, perhaps a little too happily thanks to the persuasion of the beer you had been guzzling like no tomorrow before they had arrived at the tavern.

It had been hard to miss them as they hulked through the doorway, more than a head taller and wider than everyone else who had scrambled out of their path. Everyone knew not to get in the way of the Stabbington Brothers.

There were other women in the tavern, albeit just a few, it was dangerous after all. But no, they headed straight for you and that in itself was both flattering and terrifying. They sat one on each side, so close you could feel the heat rolling off them in waves as if they had just gotten here from vigorously stomping someone’s head in, which was a high possibility. And then the one they called Sideburns had leaned in close, a devious grin stretching across his face and the scent of sweat and something that smelled like sheer testosterone filling your senses like a drug. He whispered something in your ear and suddenly you were far less interested in the pint clutched in your hand.

In your haze, you hadn’t noticed that the beer had suddenly been relieved of you until his brother took a drink and slid it across the table to Sideburns. He downed the rest of it in one gulp and you wanted to protest ‘Hey I paid for that’, but then he stood and you felt Patchy nudge you off your chair with one hand against your waist. ‘Never mind.’

They had led you swaying lightly on your feet to a dingy motel nearby but you didn’t mind. Everything felt hot and the clothes against your body had suddenly grown tight and scratchy against your burning skin.

The rest was history from there.

They had quickly stripped you out of your shirt and once again you wanted to protest that it wasn’t fair that they remained dressed but that thought had quickly died in your throat as they had tackled you on the bed.

“Looks like you’re getting a little distracted there,” the voice in front of you growled. Narrowed blue eyes pierced through you and it sent a bolt of heat coiling in your core. It was so intense your legs trembled, and you were sure that you would shatter if that restless energy wasn’t taken care of soon. Sideburns seemed to be able to read your mind as he turned his gaze off you, simpering at his brother over your shoulder.

They didn’t speak, but you could almost hear them communicating. It was probably some freaky twin shit but at this point you didn’t care if they barked at each other as long as they hurried the fuck up.

“Hey,” you whispered sultrily, placing a gentle hand on the broad chest in front of you. “It’s not fair if I’m the only one topless.”

Sideburns looked down at you, the smirk growing wider on his face. He tutted and kissed your knuckles almost teasingly. “Impatient are we, sweetheart?”

You heard Patchy huff softly, his chest pressed impossibly close against your back. Something big and deliciously hard twitched against your lower back, and to your embarrassment it sent a flood of wet warmth straight between your legs.

“Whatever you want princess,” Sideburns rumbled, yanking off his shirt and all the straps with it in one fluid motion. Behind you, fabric rustled as Patchy also took off his pullover and discarded it on the floor.

Numerous white scars crisscrossed along the massive torso in front of you, and you found that you wanted to trace them all with your tongue. Sideburns seemed to be able to read your mind as he grabbed your wrist in his hand and placed it on his obliques.

“You can touch as much as you want, sweetheart.” He came closer, forcing you back into the man behind you as you reclined on his chest. His skin was boiling, and the air felt almost suffocating in the best way.

Slowly, you traced a lengthy scar from his pec to hip, dragging your nails lightly against his skin as you did so. Goosebumps followed your fingertips as you explored the muscles bulging underneath your palms. Entranced, you watched as it flexed with every breath, and he seemed to enjoy the attention as he let out a pleased rumble that almost seemed like a purr.

A light ginger trail peaked out from the edge of his pants, leading straight down to the hidden erection straining against his pants. Gawking at the size, you felt a rush of fear and exhilaration course through your body, excitement soaking your underwear even further.

Is it even gonna fit?

You were snapped out of your trance as a sudden calloused finger brushed against your clit; you hadn’t even realized Patchy’s hand had slipped under your waistband. You let out a (undignified) yelp, glaring at Sideburns as he uttered a deep chuckle.

“P-Patchy what are you-oh!” He plunged his finger further, pinching and sliding against your sensitive folds as you bit back moans of ecstasy. You could feel his lips curling against your shoulder as he peered over you.

“W-wait you can’t just-” Sideburns cut you off before you could finish, sealing his mouth over yours and suckling on your lower lip. He tasted like whiskey and something else so intoxicating you couldn’t name, something so him.

“Just shut up and enjoy it,” Sideburns grumbled against your mouth before ramming his tongue in. In his eagerness he pressed down on top of you, using his weight to push you into Patchy who began nipping at the tender junction of your neck and shoulders. You were sure there were going to be bruises there in the morning, but you didn’t give a damn.

Let the whole world see your sins if only this night could last forever.

His tongue swirled against yours, fighting for dominance though you were more than happy to give it to him. You supposed it was just in their natures as men, after all. You liked it rough either way.

Like a starved animal, he devoured your mouth before you finally had to pull away to breathe. “Just give me a second,” you wheezed, keeping him away from you with a hand on his chest. Eyes glinting, he licked his lips and you briefly wondered what else it could do.

It was almost too much.

The thick finger circling your leaking hole abruptly plunged in, drawing out a squeal that Sideburns interrupted as he returned to kiss you. You didn’t have a chance to adjust before Patchy set a brutal pace, quickly adding another one that made it feel as if you were going to be ripped apart. It was a miracle if you managed to survive the night.

Someone began tugging your pants down and you instinctively lifted your hips to let them. Sideburns pulled away once you were completely bare, turning greedy eyes down to your gushing slit. You felt a rush of embarrassment as he watched his brother finger you, but it quickly evaporated when he lowered himself onto his stomach so he could leave love bites against your inner thighs, gradually moving closer to where you wanted him the most but staying just shy enough away from it.

A swift pang of pleasure distracted you just enough from the hot mouth biting at your thigh as the calloused digit inside of you suddenly brushed against your sweet spot. You gasped loudly and writhed as he immediately added another finger, attacking that same place over and over again until your vision swam.

“Ah Patchy please!”

Your entire body tensed, every tendon and fiber of your being straining before the inevitable release, which never came. It felt so foreignly empty as he denied you your orgasm by withdrawing his fingers, your entire body descending from the high in one fell swoop.

“What the hell?!” You snapped, frustration dancing at the edge of your eyes.

“Can’t have you cumming yet can we now, sweetheart,” Sideburns cooed mockingly, kissing at the edge of your now-empty hole.

‘Fucking sadist’, you thought grumpily, but you couldn’t stay mad at him as he pressed the flat of his tongue against your entrance. He gave a few long, teasing strokes, gazing up at you with a mischievous gleam in his eye as you squirmed in his brother’s arms.

“Please,” you moaned, tangling your fingers in his hair. It was surprisingly soft to the touch, but you didn’t get a chance to dwell on it as he flicked your clit with the wet muscle.

“God just fuck me already!” You pleaded, clutching at Patchy’s arms which were preoccupied with kneading your breasts.

“Impatient now are we?” Sideburns growled playfully and stroked your thigh with a large hand.

“Think she’s ready?” Sideburns raised himself up on his arms and looked over your shoulder. You didn’t hear a response, but Patchy must have given some indication for him to go ahead because he grabbed your hips and started raising you onto your knees until you were on all fours.

Heat thrummed through your body, making you feel almost drunk with anticipation.

“Open,” Sideburns commanded, grabbing your chin and slipping his thumb through between your lips. You wrapped your lips around the digit, sucking and lapping at it as if challenging him. You felt the bed shift behind you, and a pressure against your hip as the other twin held you in place. The dull head of Patchy’s cock pressed against your entrance and you whined, trying to rock back but you couldn’t with both of them gripping you so firmly.

Their presence felt oppressive; they were too big for the room and frankly any other room they walked into, and normally you’d be scared or nervous or anything else but horny. But right now with Sideburns’ dick hovering over you, the shaft curving towards his toned stomach with a prominent vein pulsating at the underside, you couldn’t give less of a damn about who they were or what they did as long as they fucked you so good you couldn’t walk for days.

They had both been ridiculously tall before, but now as your hands and knees they towered over you like it was their right.

Sideburns gave his aching cock a few long pulls, savoring the look of hunger on your face. With one hand clutching your hair, he pulled you closer until your lips were mere millimeters from the pink head of his arousal.

The second you spent suspended in reality seemed to draw on for an eternity, agonizingly slow as if they were trying to make you beg. The whispers of a demand stood on the edge of your tongue when they suddenly both thrust forward at the exact same time, synchronized perfectly with each other as if through some bizarre twin telepathy.

You gagged around the hot length ramming down your throat as Patchy slid in with one fluid movement, the stretch burning uncomfortably as you moaned. He held still for a few seconds waiting for you to adjust to his size, and you could feel him flexing his fingers in impatience against your waist.

Sideburns moved slowly, fucking into your mouth with a self-satisfied smirk as if he had all the time in the world. As the pain began to subside, you wriggled your hips in small circles, hearing a throaty grunt from behind you.

“You’re gonna take it all, slut.” Sideburns rumbled, pushing in deeper. Your jaw ached, but there was no way in hell you were gonna back down now.

You hummed around the erection in your mouth, feeling it jolt from the vibrations. Sideburns looked up, nodding to his brother who immediately began setting a merciless pace, the force of his thrusts pushing you forward. Sideburns moved to match his speed, the thick length hitting the back of your throat with every motion. You struggled to breathe through your nose, drool dripping down your chin as the salty precum mingled with your spit.

Pleasure blossomed inside of you as Patchy switched up the angle, targeting your g-spot with laser precision. The lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctured by your needy cries as your fingers twisted in the covers.

They were too big to fully sheath themselves inside you, but they did their damn best to try. A large hand moved to cup your swinging breast, holding up your weight effortlessly. Sideburns’ other hand came to twist and tug at your hair, yanking in a way that hurt so good.

The hands around your waist clamped down hard, sure to leave bruises there in the morning. You heard Sideburns let out a gravelly groan as his speed picked up, could see the way his muscular legs tensed in anticipation.

Behind you Patchy did the same, balls smacking against you with every driving plunge. Heat and tension curled inside of you as you climbed towards your mounting climax.

Your eyes screwed shut and you panted around the member in your mouth, hands scrambling for purchase on the bed. Every muscle in your body seemed to throb in rhythm with their cocks, a muffled whimper slipping through your lips.

“Nah sweetheart”, Sideburns’ hand came to cradle your cheek. “I want you to look at me when you come.”

His form was blurry through the glaze over your watery eyes, a mass of muscle and something so raw that it tipped you right over the edge.

You clenched hard around Patchy’s dick, hearing him snarl in response as his flow began to stutter. Sideburns moved to grip your face with both hands, driving into you so hard it had you seeing black. Your head swam as the universe seemed to shrink down to just this dirty lodge room, just the three of you as your entire body shuddered violently with your release.

Juices dripped down the back of your legs, smearing with Patchy’s sweat as he fucked you through your orgasm. Your bones felt rubbery, body still trembling from the aftershock of the most intense climax of your life but they weren’t done yet.

They held you up, fingers slipping against your damp skin and with one final thrust they ejaculated at the same time. Sideburns came with a roar, the beefy tendons in his neck straining as he threw his head back. Dull fingernails dug into the tender skin of your hips, drawing blood to the surface and you winced, unable to move away.

Hot seed shot down your throat and you weren’t quite able to swallow it all, the volume simply too much. It trickled down your chin, making a mess out of your front as Sideburns’ pace began to slow. Another load filled your abused cunt as Patchy slammed his hips flush with your ass, quaking against you as he came.

The room was silent save for the sound of your collective panting, breaths mingling in the balmy air. With quiet exhales, they both pulled out of you, and without their support your arms finally gave out and sent you tumbling into the mattress.

You felt completely spent, body drained of every last drop and your mind utterly empty. With your eyes closed, you could hear them shifting around you. The thought of them just leaving you here after they got what they wanted caused an uncomfortable twinge in your heart, but you pushed it down.

This was all that this was supposed to be, anyways. Just a quick fuck and that was it.

Sad or not, you were far too tired to think about it. Your eyes had already fallen shut and without the heat of their bodies the room was growing cold. Shivering, you clawed blindly for the blankets when out of the blue something warm touched your inner thigh.

You squealed in shock, shooting up to glare at Patchy kneeling on the bed next to you. He shot you a questioning look, holding a wet cloth to your leg.

“What? Too cold?” Sideburns chuckled, drawing your attention to him. He was holding a wash basin, steaming rising from the porcelain lip.

“N-no I just thought that you guys…never mind.” You flopped back down, closing your eyes again. You didn’t fight when Patchy spread your legs, wiping away the drying mess.

Sideburns placed the bowl on the nightstand with a quiet thump, scooping you up bridal style while Patchy yanked off the soiled quilts. His chest was delightfully warm, moving slowly with each deep breath.

They pulled the blankets over you when they were done changing the bed sheets, crawling in after extinguishing the lanterns. It was a tight fit, but they managed to make it work with you sandwiched between them. Long, heavy limbs tangled with yours, the weight comforting to your worn body.

The room was old and worn and the stained mattress was rickety and stiff, but right now it felt like heaven on earth.

Burly arms came to wrap around your torso, you weren’t sure whose it was or if it both of theirs but you didn’t care. They were both completely naked now, having abandoned their remaining clothes. The heat emanating from their bodies quickly warmed up the blankets and you let out a content sigh, wriggling in to tuck your head under the chin in front of you.

A hand stroked your arm gingerly, rubbing small, soothing patterns against your skin. They fit so perfectly against you, as if you were made to be there.

“Next time you guys are taking turns or something,” you muttered sleepily. “You assholes almost impaled me to death.”

“There’s gonna be a next time?” You could feel Sideburns’ cocky grin against your hair.

A faint blush colored your cheeks, but thankfully it was lost to the welcoming darkness. “You know where to find me.”

“Damn right we do.”

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What’s gotten into you? (Tom Hiddleston)

Tom Hiddleston x Fem!Reader

Warnings: this is  PWP, just sex for being MIA. unprotected sex(be safe irl please)

Words: 777

ALL MISTAKES ARE MINE

Tom was sitting in the little sofa that you two had in the balcony, he was wearing his glasses -damn- with a cup of tea in one hand and a book in the other. He was so into it that he didn't notice that you arrived home till you were almost beside him.

''Hello there beautiful, how was your day?'' He put the cup of tea and the book in the table as he smiled at you, and you couldn't take it anymore.

You straddled his tights and kissed him, hard, all your frustration was in the kiss. Your hands entangled in his hair and you began to move your body against his, trying to have some friction. Tom's body soon reacted at that, and his cock began to grow under you.

''Fuck darling, what's gotten into you?''

You didn't answer, you just kept kissing him in the neck as your hands traveled south to unbutton his pants.

''Darling? Here? We are in the balcony ,love, that's almost a public place. The neighbors could see us.''

''I do not care, shirt off''.

Tom looked at you as he you lost your mind, since when you were like that? He is not going to complain tho, he loves the way you are moving above him, it's hot and it's turning him immensely on.

Acceding at you demand, he took his t-shirt off showing you his perfect chest. ''Damn I'm so lucky''. You hissed as you stroked his chest making him shiver.

''Love...''

Tom's voice sounded so needy and just made your pussy clench, wanting him inside you now. ''I want you so bad''.

Turning your hands down on his pants, you opened them quickly and without a second you let your hand go inside his boxer, grabbing his cock you began to work on it.

''Fuck, darling... If you keep like that I will come soon.'' He kissed your neck, he breathed slowly as he tried to no cum in his boxer. ''Please darling stop playing with me, let me have you, please...''

You nodded rapidly getting up, putting his pants and boxers down. Once he was completely naked you began to undress yourself not wanting to make Tom wait -and yourself to be honest-.

''You look so good love, getting yourself undressed under the moon light, that's an amazing view.''

You couldn't help but smile at his words, fuck he managed to be romantic while his cock bounces between his legs wanting fuck you, he was a gift.

When the last piece of cloth leave your body, Tom moaned at the sight, you were a goddess, you had the perfect body to him, his hands tickled in want to touch you.

''Come here, I wanna touch you.''

You straddled him again then you began to rub your pussy on his cook wetting him with your excitation. He groaned grabbing your ass, helping you move against him.

''You gonna kill me one day.'' Not wanting to wait anymore, he kept you still as he managed to push his cock into you. Slowly and smooth he entered and you both moan in pleasure.

You wanted more so you moved, riding him as he grabbed onto you as his life dependent on it.

''Darling, you are so wet, so tight, so perfect. I will come soon. Please slow down''. He whined as you continued with you riding.

You really wanted this to last but needy Tom was something that you just loved so much. ''I want you to come for me baby, please''

Tom shook his head whispering no's. ''Never, you come first, always. Then me. I want to please my girl.'' He wrapped his hands now on your hips to kept you still.

''I want to please you, always.''

And then he began to thrust into you, hips moving up and down, his cock reaching the right spot making you cry in pleasure, you were now almost there.

Wrapping your arms around his neck you held into him as he kept moving. He was keeping you still so you the only thing you could do was enjoy his delicious thrusts.

''Tom, I'm gonna come oh my god, yessss...'' Your pussy clenched and unclenched hard on him, he groaned as you came in a long and delicious waves of pleasure. Soon with how tight your pussy was after coming his thrust got messing as he couldn't control his body anymore. He pushed inside you one last time, and then he comes in hots spurts of seed into you.

As you calmed, you played with Tom's hair, He looked at you with a smile on his face.

''So what's gotten into you?''

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