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Welcome to the Masterlist for The Rite, exploring the murky depths of another of my questionable Asgardian headcanons, complete with nonsense eroticism and gratuitous clothing choices.

The Rite: As an invisible member of the wider Asgardian court, everything changes when you catch the eye of the elusive Prince Loki under unconventional circumstances. Pressured by time (and his brother) Loki is reminded he must complete a particular Rite in order to secure his place in Asgard's succession - all he needs is a partner. But adhering to the strict rules in the approach to the ceremonial Rite is more challenging than hedonistic, smugly smouldering Loki anticipated...as are his growing feelings for you. A link to my regular Masterlist is HERE One - A Royal Audience (w/c 3.7k) Two - Successional Pleasure (w/c 4.8k) Three- Coming Wednesday 26 June Four - Coming soon Five - Coming soon Six - Coming soon Seven - Coming soon

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🖤 - praise and size kink with remus the night before a full moon. You don't have to do it if you don't want to!

I researched a bit for these headcannons, and I hope they've turned out alright 😏😏

Warnings: +18 only, minors dni, size kink, praise kink, fingering, rough sex.

Remus has a hard time controlling his most carnal instincts the night before the full moon.

You know that he's a werewolf, but it bothers you why he pushes you away the day before the full moon. You don't understand.

So one day, you confront him, and he's still hesitant, "It's hard for me the day before."

Insisting that you want to help him, that you want to be beside him, you finally persuade Remus and he says you can come over the next evening.

"But I want you to leave if you ever become uncomfortable."

Not understanding his concern, you nod anyway, happy to know that you'll be beside your boyfriend during his hard times.

Everything starts out perfectly normal, you were munching on some takeover, drinking some wine listening to some music Remus had put on.

But as time passes you notice Remus starting to become restless, constantly fidgeting and moving around the room, excusing himself to the bathroom far too many times.

"Are you okay?"

His eyes have something carnal in them, something feral, "I want you so bad, baby girl."

It's completely normal, you have a very active sex life so you don't think anything is out of place. You move towards him, and Remus flinches, holding his hands up.

"No, you don't understand, I won't be able to control myself."

And you can feel your body humming as a response, "Then don't."

All control that he had instantly evaporates, and in a flash, he's on top of you, pinning you against the sofa with his body, his hands roaming everywhere as he attacks your mouth.

You can't help the moan escape your lips when his large hands envelope yours and pull them above your head, holding them in place with one as the other starts ripping off your clothes.

"I love how you wriggle underneath me, so helpless and powerless."

He gropes you and bites you, creating marks all across your body, to let the world know who you belong to.

When he rubs his cock against your aching entrance, you whimper, begging him to push in.

"Please, I need you. You feel amazing when you're inside of me."

"Tell me how you feel," he growls, letting go of your hands and uses his long fingers to play with your clit. You've never seen him like this, so demanding, so feral.

"it feels like it's my first time whenever you fuck me. You're so big."

He pushes a finger in and you moan louder.

"Tell me more."

"You're so big Remus, you fill me up so much it hurts."

His finger is gone and before you can protest, he's pushing in, slowly easing himself into your entrance.

"I'm not even all the way in and look how you're whimpering. So small and tight."

He loves how tiny you are, how he can easily grab you, change positions, lift you without even breaking a sweat.

Every single time, he has held himself back when he enters your tight, wet cunt, but today he doesn't have an ounce of control left within him.

He loves to rip you open, watch you furrow your brows, trying to adjust to his length.

"That's it, take it like the good girl you are. You look so pretty with my cock buried deep in your cunt. So beautiful."

You're a sobbing mess when he starts fucking you with a pace you've never known he was capable of before.

He loves to see the outline of his hard cock through your stomach as he moves in and out of you.

"Such a good little girl," he grunts and you almost come by his words alone.

Remus fucks you mercilessly for hours until you both grow tired from the multiple orgasms you've both had. He falls asleep, and you decide you're never leaving him alone again the day before a full moon.

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remus for sure has a secret collection of dirty polaroids of you

flirty friday

You find yourself overcome with a familiar sensation in your tummy, thighs clenching together as Remus plucks out the photos, showcasing his collection off to you. You catch onto the slight wearing of some of them, corners faded and worn at the edges, the werewolf having looked at them very often.

“Look at ye. So fucking pretty aren’t you? My gorgeous girl.”

𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕥 // 𝕖𝕞 𝕩 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕩 𝕤𝕙

𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪 → your bedroom shares a wall with your roommate steve’s. unbeknownst to you, he listens in every night, fucking his hand to the sinful sounds you make while your boyfriend fucks you within an inch of your life

𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥 → riding, hair pulling, masturbation (m!receiving), drugs, pervert!steve, roommate!steve, listening in on sex(?), orgasm denial. choking, dom!eddie, dark!steve, lmk of anymore! 18+ ONLY

𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤 → 965

𝕒𝕟 → babe wake up, ameliora-j finally posted a new fic

tucked against eddie’s chest as some random black sabbath album played loudly in an attempt to drown out the sounds you were letting out as his cock hit that heavenly spot inside of you repeatedly. your nails dug deep into the blades of his shoulders as your eyes rolled into the back of your head. “fuck eddie” you whimpered softly. you were riding him, but in truth you were quite useless in the situation as he was the one doing most of the work. the blunt the two of you had just shared left you pliant, allowing him to do all of the work.

“that’s it baby, can feel your gorgeous little cunt—fuck—squeezing me so nicely. so—shit—so tight” he breathed as he tugged your hair to pull your head back so that he could suck beautifully dark hues into your neck.

unknown to you, your roommate could hear each and every one of your gorgeously sinful sounds. you sounded so wrecked. and he couldn’t help but wish it was his cock splitting you open every night instead of eddie ‘the freak’ munson. his pants and boxers were pulled down to his ankles, his hand wrapped tightly around his own cock, stroking ferociously as he imagined his hand was your pussy. he knew without ever seeing it that it’d be the most beautiful pussy he’d ever laid eyes on.

he didn’t even need any lube, the head of his dick leaking immense amounts of precum to make enough lubrication to easily guide his hand up and down. he’d learned your sounds, knew exactly what sounds you’d make when you were just nearing the edge and constantly timed his end to be with your’s, some nights edging himself for hours on end when munson felt particularly sadistic, forcing you to hold it in as he ravaged your poor little cunt. “fuck yn” steve grunted, unable to stop himself from bucking into his hand as he listened to your moans.

he felt disgusting. sick and perverted, but he just couldn’t stop himself. you sounded so beautifully fucked out, and he couldn’t help but wish he could see you. your hips stuttering and breathless pants coming out. your pretty little whimpers and the way you’d bite your lip to try and keep quiet. the way your eyes probably rolled back in your head when you fell apart. and the helpless little whines you’d let out when eddie told you that you couldn’t cum yet. those nights felt like a punishment for both you and steve, yet you’d never be able to know that you were punishing your roommate as well.

“eddie… eddie please ‘m gonna cum” you whimpered softly. you uselessly attempted to swivel your hips to get him back to that heavenly spot. his ringed hand wrapped around your throat, beautifully cutting off your air supply as he smirked up at you through hooded eyes.

“beg” he demanded simply. you whined loudly, tears cascading down your cheeks like a flowing river. you weren’t against begging, especially not in this state. you’d do anything to please eddie. to be his good little cocksleeve as he puts it. your head was swimming in lust and all you wanted was to cum. to fall gloriously off that cliff in a way that only eddie could make you.

so beg you did. stuttering and babbling out useless nonsense mixed in with pleas and his name. sobbing harshly from the exertion of holding back your orgasm as eddie looked up at you with a sadistic smirk playing on his lips. almost like he knew something you didn’t. “cum now.” he commanded “let stevie boy hear how gorgeous you sound when you cream on my cock.” you have no idea why he continued to speak, for the second he uttered the word ‘cum’ you were already falling apart. your pupils dilating so that no color could be seen except black and your vision going white as you screamed his name out in pure bliss, creaming on his cock just like he had asked you to.

steve’s ears perked up when he heard eddie say his name. he had no time to process it further, however, as his cock had already begun spurting the second he heard you scream out and bliss. “god fuck shit” he grunted loudly as he blew his load. he tried to be quiet, truly he did, but eddie heard it all. and listening to steve ‘the hair’ harrington cum simply on eddie’s command enacted his own orgasm. the three of you sat, steve in the room just behind the wall of your’s, moaning out in pure bliss as each of you rode out your orgasm.

steve had never cum so hard in his life. it went everywhere. spurting onto his abs and up to his chest, even making his thighs a sticky mess as his balls clenched up and his head weeped with small remnants of his cum. he whimpered quietly as he continued stroking, simply torturing himself as he rode out his orgasm. his hips bucking erratically, unable to decide whether his cock wanted more or less.

he squeezed his eyes closed. panting in an attempt to steady his breathing. “fuck” he breathed. the freak definitely knew steve was listening in on your nightly sessions with eddie. and steve couldn’t decide whether it was a good thing or bad thing.

meanwhile, eddie sat on the other side of the wall, trying to decide what to do with this new found information that the hair fucked his hand to the sounds you and eddie made in bed. he had both of you wrapped around his gorgeously ringed finger. knowledge is power. and eddie simply couldn’t wait to use this power he had over steve to both your and his advantage.

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Please stop tsgging your Din stuff under Mandalorian x reader...

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WHO THE HELL?! ━ imagine!

eddie munson x fem! reader

summary: when eddie munson doesn't find the need to tell the dungeons and dragons club members about his new girlfriend. so imagine dustin's surprise when he visits eddie's trailer and sees it looking impeccably clean.

wc: 956

“Okay, Eddie! I hear you! So it’s just in your living room? On the table beside the sofa? Okay!” Dustin stops his bike beside the Munson trailer, dropping it down onto the dirt as he rushes to the door. “Wait- how the hell am I supposed to get inside?!”

“Did I not give you my keys?”

“No!”

“Damn!”

“Wait! I see someone inside! I’m just gonna knock on the door till they answer. Talk to you later, over and out!” Amidst Eddie’s protests, Dustin turns off the walkie-talkie and strides over to the door. He secretly hopes to himself that it’s not Eddie’s uncle. But shit, who else is going to be in the Munson residence if it wasn’t Eddie or his scary-looking uncle?

He breathes in and out, raising his fist to knock on the door. However, right after his fists land on the door, it falls open as if it wasn’t locked in the first place. 

‘Red flag. Red flag.’ Dustin knew better than to go into a complete stranger’s house. But, this was Eddie’s trailer. The worst thing that can happen is that he can stumble on some disgusting shit, or God bless him, his uncle holding a knife to his chest ready to pop off and kill him. ‘God, please guide me.’

As he walked inside, it seemed empty. There was absolutely no sign of life, but something did scare the living shit out of Dustin. 

The Munson trailer was clean. Clean as fuck. 

Dustin only knew Eddie from the beginning of the school year. But, regardless of the short time, Dustin knew that Eddie hardly took care of himself and would rather focus on anything else other than cleanliness. Shit, he remembers that one time he went inside Eddie’s room and it was laundry day. The stains on that mattress were traumatizing. 

After going through a state of shock, Dustin remembered the reason why he was even in Eddie’s trailer. He began his search for the paper his leader needed, but it was far more difficult to find compared to the simplicity Eddie emphasized. Dustin cursed him under his breath, opening up every drawer on every table by the one sofa in the entire living room. 

However, Dustin was so focused on his search, that he completely went deaf to the sounds of movement behind him. 

“Hey! Who the fuck are you?!” Dustin almost fell back at the sheer terror he just felt surge through his heart. His breaths began to get erratic. Seeing a really, really pretty woman standing with only a shirt and…shorts? Or were they panties? He didn’t know. But it was fucking scary. Or hot? He didn’t know. “Hello?!? You better say who you are before I call the cops!”

“Wait! Wait! Eddie sent me here! He sent me to get something for the campaign! My name is Dustin! Dustin Henderson!” Dustin raised his hands up in defence, not seeing the woman’s shoulders deflate in relief. She chuckles, prompting Dustin to lower his hands. “W-Wha-”

“God, I’m sorry. Did I forget to lock the door again? Shit. I’m gonna get myself killed one day. Anyway, the paper he forgot is actually on the kitchen counter. I put it there figuring out he was gonna come back.” She walks past him. 

‘Oh jeeze.’ Dustin tries not to look at them, only looking forward to where the paper was. 

“Here you go, sorry about earlier. I just got scared is all. Did he drive you here?”

“No…I biked here.” He blinks twice at you, becoming nervous at your gaze staring him down. 

“Oh my god! Really? Do you want some water? What about a cookie? Oh wait! I baked some cookies earlier, I was really bored. Can you bring some to the DnD club, please? Eds loves them…” As you ramble on about cookies and water, Dustin can’t help but gaze at your beautiful features. Your voice was also soothing, and shit, you look like you give the best hugs. “Shit, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Y/N, Eddie’s girlfriend. Nice to finally meet you, Dustin!”

‘Now I know why Eddie hides you.’

–

“Fuck! Look who finally decides to turn up! Henderson, what took you so long?” Eddie walks up to Dustin, eyebrows furrowing in search of the paper he asked him to get. “Did you get the paper-”

“You son of a bitch!”

“Excuse me?”

“I should be saying ‘excuse me’! I get sent, for a paper, and y’know what I find? Hm?” Dustin looks around the room past Eddie, trying to show them validation for his anger. “The most beautiful and shit, best baker, I have ever met in my life!” After his last statement, Dustin shoves the container of cookies at his (now ex) idol’s chest. 

Eddie, though initially confused at Dustin’s anger, finally understands why when he sees your signature chocolate chip cookies. You always add M&Ms, saying that they ‘add a pop of colour’ to them. Not that he minded. He loved it. 

“I don’t get why you’re angry-”

“Bitch?! You have to show them off! Sell these cookies for God’s sakes! Bring her to meetings! Shit! Do I have to teach you how to be a good boyfriend?!?” Dustin drops his bag, groaning at Eddie’s ‘stupidity’. “Let’s get on with the game!”

Eddie looks at Dustin, then at the container in his hands. 

It wasn’t like he was hiding you. Eddie smiles to himself, propping open the lid and eating one cookie. 

Eddie just thinks that you’re his little secret. Only he gets to eat your cookies. Dustin just happened to stumble upon them. Never again though.

“Hey, Eddie, can we try some of those cookies-”

“Fuck off Gareth.”

we all agree that jonathan can clearly tell that will likes mike, right? stoned or not he can see his brother pining from a mile away