#BLUSHING FURIOUSLY PLEAS

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〈 drool — ethan landry

warnings; dirty talk, unprotected sex, breeding kink, manhandling.

tl; @normsdaughter-alt @nellmademacandcheese @f4yerite @skyesthebomb @love4ldr @slut4drudy @certified-stargirl @thievin-stealing

a/n; happy kinktober! enjoy babes xx

his hands are calloused and rough, harsh from hours spent in the gym, benching weights nearly twice your size, now put to use holding your hips in place as he pumps smoothly in and out of you. your lips bitten, open in a wide and seemingly permanent state of awe, lashes clumped together from the tears and mascara running in streaks down your blushing face. he grunts, smiling menacingly above you, hovering above your face as he spits another empty insult. “can’t take it baby? not a good enough fucking whore.” you clench at his words, gasping to find a reply.

shaking your head furiously, you rebuttal “i can, and i god damn am.” you clench your teeth, supporting yourself on your forearms, catching his mouth in a swift kiss. he pulls back just as quick as you lean in, frowning down at you, thrusting in so hard you double over, already unsteady breath turning labored.

“you want it, baby? want this fat cock deep inside huh?” he whispers in your ear, and you slump into his neck, eyes rolling to the back of your skull. he knows you can’t answer, relishing in the glory of turning you to a mess like this. one only he gets to see.

your insides are turning into pure heat, a stinging pain aching in your thighs from the clenching multiple orgasms has caused, so you nod “please ethan baby, wan’it so bad” you cry out. you can feel the vibration in his chest against your cheek, laughter jabbing at your pride, but the lust curling around your consciousness is far more powerful right now.

“nuh uh, tell me what you want” he tuts at you. fingers curling in the damp hair at the nape of your neck yanking you away from his embrace harshly, back hitting the mattress with a thump. his thrusts come to a complete stop, and his hands wrap around the backs of your thighs, spreading your legs open as wide as he can.

your bed creaks beneath your bodies as he shifts forward, cock pressing so deep you swear it moves your insides, swollen head pressing to your cervix, bulging the sweaty skin.

“fill me fucking full baby, want your kids in me” your head lulls to the side, eyes fluttering, heavy with exhaustion, threatening to close the longer he waits. you can feel him twitch inside of you though, pulsating enough to keep you somewhat conscious.

he chuckles, something so sinister beneath the warming noise. then he rolls his hips just enough to make you squirm, not fully giving in.

“eth please, i can’t anymore, just can’t do it anymore” your voice is heavy and raspy, wheezing in between your words as you try and look at him. curly hair matted to his forehead, veins bulging at his neck and down his arms. he definitely doesn’t look like the kind of guy that fucks you to blackout. but you don’t know anything you figure.

he hums, thoughtfully taking in your final plea before he picks the pace up once again, the orgasm you’ve been chasing finally seeming to creep over the edge.

“gonna fuck a baby into this” he grunts, one hand coming to press over your abdomen, thumb stretching down to pull the hood of your clit up, before he lets a glob of spit collect and drop to the swollen bud. you preen, burying the side of your face in your sheets, letting your mouth hang open as your back arches off the mattress.

his hand stays there when you cum, strength enough to trap your hips to the bed, legs quaking in the air, pleas and crys spilling involuntarily from your lips. he’s smiling, even if you can’t see it, he enjoys the way you writhe and shake.

biting his bottom lip he leans back just enough to watch your pussy as he lets go, whines of his own buried in his throat as his cock paints your gummy walls, pussy squelching around the base, globs of his cum and your wetness seeping out, covering his balls and staining your sheets, endless as he just keeps on cumming, filling you so full it becomes uncomfortable, and he has to pull out to just the tip, making sure most of it stays in.

leaning down, he cups your jaw, turning your head to look at him. your eyelids flutter open, a hiccup following, your chest bumping his with the force “you good baby?” he coos pressing a chaste kiss to your swollen mouth, licking up the spit that seeps from the corner, eyes quickly glancing to the side of your head before he snicker. “you drooled.”

you hum half heartedly, hiccuping again when he lets go of your jaw and your head bounces against the mattress softly “sleep” is all you can muster, but ethan knows what you really mean is shut up.

#— kinktober ‘23 🎃 #scream iv #scream 6 #ethan landry smut #ethan landry #ethan landry x you #ethan landry x reader #ethan scream 6 #scream smut #kinktober

[kneelingshadowsalome]

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I am CACKLING like a cartoon villain oh my GOD you are a genius!!! Of course the toxic king breaks his back of COURSE he does the fucking idiot (affectionate), so there's fuck-all he can do with reader's big announcement that this was all worth it and he can totally get some...yknow, in a couple months. AHHHHH. And she just wanted to give him something to look forward to, motivation for the physical therapy <33 (she boops his nose while he lays there wishing for death and cowering from her, of course she does, omg. i love them your honor!!)

and maybe she gets more confident now that he can't fucking move 💀💀 (lmao, oh god. König if you weren't such a menace this would have been easier for her a lot earlier and nobody would be in this situation) and maybe this leads to way more sensual  touching from her on her own initiative; she's curious, after all, and she does like him a lot and she's just trying to help him get better, you know? and König eats that shit up, starts telling her all about these itches and sore muscles he can't reach, could she be a dear (trying to act like he's not literally begging for her touch) and then he basically blacks out the first time her hands linger and drift, but probably better that than the things he was going to say to her. So König wants to die, this is too much, he's done, he's a goner each time she visits him. and damn her, she's a devoted little thing, never misses visiting hours. Always so sweet and caring towards him and it's the perfect image of a faithful, doting housewife without the wife or the house or the sex part of it lmao. And of course he can’t move when all this is happening!!! so basically just more torture and his mind just kind of breaks into little tiny pieces held together by demented lovesick lust-filled fantasies. he says some absolutely filthy things (makes the cunt licking look family friendly in comparison), he can't control it really anymore, and poor reader is shocked/horrified and blushing furiously, but thinks it's the medications and the pain and whatnot, tries to be understanding, only chides him once she gets her shock under control (and he's actually stone cold sober the entire fucking time lmao, but he ain't telling her that, she'd run if she knew). 

AND THEN MAYBE~~ (dun dun dun) one day reader is FINALLY reaching under the stupid hospital bed blanket - he can feel her soft little fingertips and carefully manicured nails travel down his abs, trace the V of his hips (my man is going to black out again, good lord) and she's looking at him with big round eyes and she's nervous she's going to do it wrong and he won't like it (as if), and it's taking FOREVER for her to get her hand between his legs bc sweet little thing just wants to do it right, and he's out of his mind, half-crying, whisper-begging at this point (it's probably not even English, not German either, just mindless pleas). Her hand FINALLY wraps around his length and he's lucky he doesn't cum right then and there; she's blushing so violently at taking a man in her hands for the first time and she's seeking HIS approval with those pretty doe eyes as she bites her lip. So of course that's when there's a knock at the door (the universe hates him, he's going to scream, whoever this is is lucky he can't move and they might die anyway from the blast radius of sheer rage) and a doctor comes in for daily rounds. Reader barely has time to yank her hand back before doc sticks his head through the privacy curtains and yep our man's heart might actually just stop, he is just going to keel over right then and there. 

so not even a handjob for our poor king <3 if he doesn’t die (lol) he transfers to in-home care IMMEDIATELY and finally gets reader to himself in a more private setting where he can lock the fucking door. this is the part where I look away lmao, I'd leave him blue-balled & suffering forever ...am i a mean person?? also RIP to that doctor. this verse is so hilarious & wonderful and i love it, feels like a tug of war between tropes and genres if that makes sense which results in your delightful genius works, thank you thank you <333

This is so beautiful. I am puddle & I can't thank you enough for collaborating & I LOVE YOU Howdy anon 💋 and um, I think I got a little too excited about their first time lol oops (I can't leave him blue-balled forever! Poor man would die of heart failure 🥺)

(Tamara and Demon (1864), Mihály von Zichy)

Word count: 3.7 k

CW: 18+ NSFW. Corruption kink goes brrrr. Masturbating, dirty talking, obsessive/yandere König. Awkward handjob. First time/virgin!reader. Kinda sweet and fluffy 🩷 Also coersion/mildly dubious consent, tread carefully!

A/N: You can find the story of König x virgin!reader and their relationship so far by following the tag (könig x virgin reader)

Oh she visits him alright!

She’s much braver now that König is bedridden and can’t move. They actually spend more time together after the weightlifting accident. The intense stares haven’t gone anywhere, he's actually gotten worse in that department, but otherwise, König is behaving quite nicely.

He seems to like it when she reads to him next to his bed, which is immensely cute in her opinion. Armed with a new book in the crook of her arm, she’s on her way to visit him again for another session.

She's already accustomed to simply floating in after giving his door a light rap. She's also gotten used to the sight of guns and knives and the smell of army storage, even the manly, pungent stench of sweat that lingers on top of it. 

But it’s not the potpourri of masculine military scents that stop her at the door and nearly make her drop her book.

The King himself is lying naked on the bed – well, naked except for the bag of a mask he seems to hold on to like it’s his soul. This time, she doesn’t even see it: her eyes fly straight to the towering erection he’s stroking, urgently with one hand while the other cups a pair of shaved, pale balls.

"König…?" 

The man who calls himself King curses – in German or in English, she can’t tell. The sight of him there, caught red-handed on touching himself, only makes her feel sorry for him. König has nowhere to run and hide, nothing to cover himself with, he's not supposed to even move yet. And he is not the one who should be embarrassed, after all, she's the one who barged in on his privacy. 

Although… König doesn't look embarrassed. 

He only looks drunk and sweaty and in need.

She thinks about turning back and leaving him with hurried excuses because what the hell is she supposed to do…? Read him a book? He is still gripping his cock like it’s a sword or something, breathing like he just ran a marathon. 

And speaking of swords, that weapon is far too big for her... Hell, she doesn’t know much about swords but she would deem that sword far too big for any woman.

If she were clever, she would run away from that stare and that huge, monstrous cock. But she’s not that clever, that much is clear because everyone she’s told she’s dating König have warned her about him. Every cell in her body is warning her of danger, but she keeps running back to him, over and over again…

Well, at least he can’t move, she thinks, takes a hesitant step, and places the book down on a table. Just when she’s about to whisper some calming, soothing words to this beast, the beast speaks.

"Take your clothes off," comes a husky command from the bed, and she freezes with her fingertips still on the cover of her cute little book about German fairytales (she knows König likes his fairytales bloody). 

Normally, she would make a scene out of such audacity. She might even storm out of the room and vow to never speak to him again for daring to talk to her like that.

But… 

He looks so desperate. König looks like a giant bound for torture on that bed. And he's not the only one who has been tormented these past few weeks… The incident at the hospital has plagued her dreams every night as she has tucked herself in with the memories of König's… sword.

Perhaps it would help with his pain if she offers him relief in his time of need. No harm can come from that, surely. She doesn't know how exactly taking her clothes off will help, but if that is his wish, then it’s the least she can do. 

To her and his surprise, her hands drift to the hem of the top she’s wearing. She’s feeling rather wild – something about seeing König completely naked yet unable to move is making her act like this. Like she's the brave one. Like she’s in control now.

Dedicated to her task, she pulls the shirt over her head.

Nothing moves on that bed for a good long while. As far as she can tell, König might've stopped breathing. But by the time she takes her bra off, there’s a swallow under that hood. Then the hand slowly starts to stroke again, the moist, slick sounds continue as her breasts fall free from their confinement. 

She’s breathing heavily too, and the man on the bed is stiff as a stone: every single muscle in his body is pulled taut as he stares at her breasts like they’re the Revelation of John. Then those blue eyes lift to her face just before another command is issued.

"Take off the rest."

"The–the rest…?"

"I just want to watch you." 

His voice is hoarse and croaky, and she feels even more sorry for him – König must be in so much pain and she just keeps on teasing him. She started this, so perhaps it’s better just to see it through. 

What’s crazy though is that he actually moans when she gets out of her pants, socks, and finally, her underwear. The slick sounds of fapping increase, and he’s moaning.

She hasn’t even touched him yet… She’s just standing there before him completely naked, heat pooling low in her belly as König continues to work himself with what looks like both pleasure and pain.

"Komm… Come here," he orders next, out of breath but surprisingly politely, and she has no other option than to approach his bed. She sits down as chastely as possible, then almost jumps back up when a steel-hard thigh brushes against hers.

"Touch it. Ja?" 

Her eyes grow as wide as they can go as she takes in the cock she has touched once before, briefly and under a hospital sheet. Now it’s right there, foreign and demanding. 

Better just to see it through, her mind tweets as her hand reaches out through what feels like water. Like before, there's a sharp intake of air under the hood as she takes him in her hand. It’s even hotter than she remembered, and gives a tight pull the instant her fingers wrap around it. 

"Like this…?" 

"Just like that…"

Her meek little mouse peeps and multiple bats of eyelashes are like drug to him, it seems. The man is as tight as a bowstring when she starts to move her hand up and down, mimicking the motions she just saw him do. They're not as fast as his, and her grip must be way gentler, but she seems to do surprisingly well for an inexperienced virgin. The poor man looks like he’s about to faint on that bed. 

What she doesn’t expect, however, is König to touch her.

A large, warm palm sweeps across her ribs and lands on her breast, softly, as if he's concerned that he might scare her off. She's the one who's stopped breathing now… And then he rubs her, squeezes her. Gently… Reverently.

"You're soft," comes a strained sigh from the bed as she tries to keep her own grip both tight and gentle. She’s starting to get so wet she fears she will stain his sheets. Bewildered, she tries to change her position, but the palm cupping her breast seems to have bound her to the bed too. Nothing moves, except her hand and his as they explore each other. A giant and an angel...

Something hot and wet meets her hand as she strokes him – is he cumming already…? But it can't be, she has heard there’s supposed to be quite a bit of it when a man cums, and there’s only a few ample drops of clear liquid oozing out of the slit on his tip.

"Can't wait for the day I get to make you scream," he rasps, and her heart is hammering in her chest as more cum-like liquid streams from the slit of his cock, adding to the lewd, moist sounds of the handjob she’s giving him.

König doesn’t know she has never even kissed a guy… 

"We'll… we'll get there," she tries to soothe him, thanking her lucky stars this man can't move.

"I want to fuck you," he continues, sounding more and more desperate. "Good and hard… until you cry under me. Want to see if you can take it all in."

"König…"

"It’s a long cock, ja? I can make you squirt."

"König, I'm still a virgin… You can't–"

"Nh–Sorry… sorry."

His head falls back on the pillow, his muscles relax just for the tiniest moment. But if she thought he would finally leave her to it, she was wrong. The hand of a giant killer drops between her legs next. 

She’s sitting on the bed like she would sit on a side saddle, with one leg slightly bent, giving the horniest man on earth good enough access to the heat between her legs. She doesn’t stop him – she doesn’t even want to – as broad fingertips meet her pubic hair and slip between her already slick folds. 

"...Was? Pretty angel is all wet," he comments on her state of mess. Approvingly: like all his fears have suddenly disappeared. 

She has to fight the urge to roll her head back and moan as those agile fingers start to give her full, generous strokes. She almost messes up her rhythm while stroking his cock, which seems to have gotten even harder.

His fingers delve into her with more courage, they tease her tight, tender nub with excited circles. She tries not to jolt and shiver as he makes her even more slick, tries to ignore how her nipples grow hard from that burning stare alone. 

"Such a pretty girl… and so wet. You sure you don't want it?"

She thinks about it – how it would feel if he somehow was able to take her on that bed. If he pushed that cock inside her and if it would hurt or make her moan even more. Even the thought of trying to fit that inside her makes her thighs feel like pudding.

"I don’t know… You're still recovering."

"Heh… That's not a problem. You can be on top. I'll help," he offers as if it’s a gentlemanly thing to do, to help her bounce on that huge cock. 

"I–I'd rather do it the classic way."

"I'll show you classic when I get better," he promises with unconcealed greed. "I'll show you all the other ways too. We’ll do it any way you like."

She tries hard not to whimper when hearing his promise. She tries her best to pleasure the biggest cock she’s ever seen. It’s ridiculous that it’s the only cock she’s ever seen... What sort of a cruel joke was it from the universe to choose this king-sized Austrian to be her first man? 

She wonders how König would react if she told him he’s too big for her.

Would he try to change her mind? Would he have a meltdown? 

Would he cry…? 

She doubts if this man ever cries. The last time a brutal soldier like him shed tears was probably when he was a kid. But he did look like he was about to cry that one time when she booped his nose... 

And despite being a cold-blooded soldier and somewhat awkward at times, König has always been so, so delicate with her. He's tender even now, touching her with the gentlest avarice there is. But that searing stare wants to possess her, devour her, and it makes her bite her lip nearly to the point of drawing blood.

"Sit on my face?" he offers next, this time sounding so desperate it's almost pathetic. 

Sit on his face… 

What would he even do? Lick her? Try to push his tongue inside her while finishing himself?

The thought alone makes her mess up her rhythm again and causes her pussy to pulse more wetness on his fingers. She secretly hopes he would slip at least one of those fingers inside.

"Let me see your cunt," he begs. God – this giant mercenary is begging to see her poor, aching pussy. "Just… let me at least taste you–"

She can’t even reply before the hand between her legs gives a sudden twitch and stops those delicious rubs. Actually, his whole body is going rigid. 

"König…? Am I hurting you?"

"I'm–gonna cum…" 

Oh god.

Oh god ohgod-

She's not sure what gives her more of a fright: the sound that leaves her soldier boyfriend as he cums, or the bright, hot flash of liquid that shoots from the cock in her hand.

He groans like it’s torture. Long and hard, so loud that she’s sure other people can hear it in the neighboring rooms, perhaps even further than that. There’s one, two, three spurts of thick, hot liquid, after that, she loses count because it spills to coat his stomach, it runs down her hand, and she’s pumping him in a frenzy while he just keeps on moaning.

"Slow, slow down–" he tries to groan in the middle of his climax and she obeys immediately, reveling in how his cock still throbs in her hand when she finally stops moving altogether. More cum gushes out with every strong pulse, even if the eruptions are less violent. Ropes of it already cover his abs, it coats her hand with thick film – it's far more than she would ever have expected, and a shiver goes through her as she imagines what it must feel like to take all of that semen inside her… 

"Ah… Das war wirklich…" König sighs dreamily while she must be looking like a startled deer.

Yes, that was really something… She doesn’t know what to do with his cock, or her hand, or the mess that coats half his body.

Luckily, he instructs her to take his old shirt from the floor and clean herself with it. She cleans him with it too, dabs the black t-shirt over his muscled stomach, even tries to swipe his crotch with it as gently as she can. 

König looks happier by the minute, looks at her like she’s an angel or something, and when she fully commits herself to getting him cleaned up, he gets another erection. She’s quite horrified – how is this even possible…? She thought men would need at least hours to get it back up again.

"Come on top," he offers, sounding all but seductive with that commanding tone. 

She swallows, thinking if König wants to be a "gentleman" and finish her too. With his tongue... or something else.

"Just for a hug? We don't have to put it in."

She seems to be under some spell tonight, because she simply drops the poor, cum-stained shirt back on the floor and crawls to the bed and on top of him.

König is hot and lean as she presses herself against him, her thighs now straddling the intimidating thing between his legs. Her head falls right beside his mask-covered face, and the smell of guns and fuel and sweat is prominent there, as is his natural odor, the woodland musk she has grown so fond of.

"There we go," his arms go around her waist, pressing her tighter against him. There’s no escape now, she thinks, but like always with König, she eventually softens and relaxes, molds against him… Accepts her fate.

"You did well, Meine Liebe," he even caresses her head as she slowly melts into his hold. "I’m sorry if I frightened you. Will you forgive me?"

"Um, of course."

"A gentleman should always apologize if he has upset his lady. Do you agree?"

"Uh… Yes."

"I promise to be a good man. The best man you could ever hope for."

She bites her lip as König continues to caress her. She’s far from upset, but she doesn’t want to tell him that and excite him too much. Otherwise he might end up hurting himself. He hugs her tight, and seems to have calmed down more than ever.

Is this what an orgasm does to a man...? The change is drastic, and her lover feels warm, and tender, and inviting. He even whispers more promises on her skin. They're nonsensical but gentle, König is probably trying to be romantic, but she can feel how his breaths grow heavier as time goes on. After all, they're both naked, pressed tightly together, closer than ever before, and he's having an erection again...

She tries not to shiver at the things he tells her. The husky promises of love and protection: "You are mine now, ja? Don’t be afraid. I would never hurt you. I will always keep you safe." And then, "You’re still wet, mein Mädchen… How about we practice just a little bit? We'll do it slow. Ja? I will make you moan…"

He coos those things in her ear while holding her in place for his cock. She starts to move on her own accord; it’s like her hips have their own will. Soon, her entrance meets the tip of him, still hot and bulged, and she starts to grind against it with barely restrained greed. She is wet – wetter than ever. 

König curses multiple times under his breath, and she feels so, so filthy for loving how unhinged he is, how unhinged she is – spread wide on top of him like that, trying to get off of the faintest touch of his cock. She’s so soaked that the hot tip of him glides across her folds with no effort at all. 

She feels like she’s doing something forbidden, taking her pleasure from him like that, but König doesn’t seem to know what the word filthy even means. He keeps praising her, guiding her, helping her, telling her how good she feels, that she’s doing so, so well.

Soon, he’s asking to put it in – just the tip. 

She tries her best not to sound too needy as she breathes a soft, mousy "Yes."

"How does that feel?"

He’s panting, few inches of thick cock inside her, and she thinks, did she just lose her virginity? Is this it? Why isn’t it hurting?

“You like that, hmm?”

He feels so, so good, pressing her against him, spreading her legs with his own, trying to feed more of that marvelous thickness inside. It doesn’t hurt, at least not yet. It makes her dizzy to even think what she must be looking like, with her legs spread and a huge cock partly inside her.

She should say something… What was it that he asked? Oh yes, if she likes it. She more than just likes it, and tries to push herself down to get more of him in. König reacts immediately with a ton of praise leveled at her in the softest possible way.

“That's it, that's it, pretty girl, take it in…”

Him cheering her on like that only makes her decide that it’s time to let go and let go for good. But she can’t get him in by herself, not while he’s holding her a prisoner like this.

"More… König, please," she hears herself whimper. 

God, is this all it took...? Him holding her close and letting her find the joys of sex herself? Apparently so, because he sounds goddamn smug when he turns his head to rasp more needy, throaty things in her ear.

"Ah… Knew you'd beg for it… "

His voice makes her inner walls clamp down on him, and that’s when it hurts, but only slightly. She wants him so much that it’s painful. And König… God, he keeps on showering her with praises and promises.

"I'll show you how good it can be… That's it, let me hear you. It's a good cock, ja? Good cock for a pretty girl…"

It’s not even fully in before he starts the thrusts. That’s when she knows she has lost her virginity. She’s being plunged. Not taken… Just… loved, thoroughly and deeply. 

When she moans, finally sounds as filthy as can be, he tells her how tight she is. How good she feels. He says he’s going to cum again soon. But not before her…

He doesn’t need to instruct her to rub her clit on his pelvis in rhythm with the thrusts. She is smart enough to do that by herself. And the thoughts of This is it, I’m not a virgin anymore have turned into Is it possible to cum on your first time…?

Everything’s perfect, all things considered. But there’s something missing.

"König," she swallows arduously. "I’ve never been kissed... Would you– Could you…?"

He stops moving, releases his hold a little. A strong heart is hammering inside his chest, she can feel it against her own fluttering heartbeat. 

Is it stupid of her to ask…? Will he only laugh at her for being so sentimental?

Apparently no, because it’s the warmest possible command that surrounds her this time.

"Lift the mask, angel."

By the time their lips meet, both hesitant and needy, he's fully inside her and holding her like a mountain. She feels like she's in a fairytale now: the only thing that moves is his mouth, and hers. Theirs is a slow, hungry rhythm. 

Her first kiss is not only awkwardly romantic and sweet, it’s sinfully good. 

The kiss also does things she did not expect. Her pussy goes tight around him, so tight that a whimper or two escape her nose, and König only purrs – she feels like the softest little creature in the embrace of a lean jaguar.

And she thinks… 

Why on earth didn't they do this months ago?

#answered #yandere könig #könig smut #könig x virgin reader

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⋆꙳✧༄ Breeding

❖ Character: Zoro

❖ Reader: female | AFAB

❖ Wordcount: 1.0k

❖ Summary: Zoro is pining after you and you heard him moan your name so you take it in your own hands to have him and he makes you his

❖ WARNINGS: sub!reader, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding

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Ever since Zoro realized he had feelings for you, he couldn't get you out of his head and you also didn’t make it easier on the man. The way you would always sneak in his arms during his naps or offering to let him use your plush thighs as a pillow - raking your fingers through his hair. He couldn’t sleep like that, but he would act like he was sleeping to enjoy your presence for another moment, craving your body pressed against his. It's stupid, that's what he's trying to tell himself, he doesn’t need a stupid woman on his side, he doesn't want to end up like that stupid lovecook. But he can't help but imagine how pretty you would look when you're split in two by his thick cock, the way your angelic moans would echo through the room, your sweet pleas of his name, begging him to fill you up. More times than not he had to fix his not so small issue in the bathroom after a shared nap, never planning on breaking down and letting you know of his feelings, let alone his fantasies.

Luckily he didn't have to voice these things out, being more than obvious, treating you different than any other woman, blushing furiously and maybe you heard him moan your name in the dark of the night while he was fisting his aching length, desperately wishing it would be you that gives him this sweet release. Deciding not to let him wait any longer you silently followed him to the bathroom after a nap, catching him off guard in the hallway when no one was around, holding onto his wrist so he turns to look at you. “Use me Zoro… Please fuck me” you almost begged and he looked at you with wide eyes “what are you talking about woman?!” He almost screamed, shocked by how bold you were and you sighed. “I’ve heard you a few nights ago, moaning my name” you teased with a small smirk, making him blush furiously while trying to avoid your gaze before he snapped out of it - it was now or never. With growing confidence he pushed you against the wall, a hand firmly planted on your waist while the other rested against your throat “so needy for me, hm?” He hummed and sucked purple marks on your neck, claiming you as his. The small whimpers you let out and the way you leaned your head to the side gave him all the permission he needed to continue, his thigh sliding between your legs to give you some friction. When you started to grind against his thigh so desperately he pulled away with a chuckle and disappeared into the bathroom, letting you follow close behind before pushing you against the door. The wood was almost painful with how he pressed your face against it, pushing your pretty skirt up to get a good view on your behind.

“Please just fuck me Zoro” you begged again, needing to feel him inside of you after all these months of pining after the swordsman. With a groan he ripped your cute panties off of you, making you frown but it was quickly forgotten when you felt two of his fingers entering your core. Gasping for air you rocked your hips against his hand, easily as pent up as he was. His fingers curled at an inhumane speed, letting you see stars as you tried to hold in all noises out of fear of getting caught but Zoro wanted nothing of this, pulling your head back, hand around your throat again “Don't you dare hold these noises in” he growled before letting go of your throat again, pushing harder against the sweet spot inside of you. The knot in your stomach threatened to burst any second now but he left you hanging, pulling out his fingers right before you came, only to spin you around.

“You gonna come on this cock or not at all” he spat, freeing his hard length, smirking at your reaction before lifting you up. He looked at your eyes for any hesitation “you will be the end of me, woman” He muttered and lined up with your dripping entrance, not expecting you to push your hips further onto him, completely in bliss as you came around his cock the second he bottomed out, a silent scream of his name leaving your mouth. Embarrassed you tried to hide your face in his neck, not expecting to release from just having him inside of you but you could feel his chest rumble when a low moan escaped his lips.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, I can’t wait to fill you up with my cum.” He whispered against the softness of your skin, almost slipping out all the way before slamming you down on his length once again and again and again. The slapping of skin against skin filled the room alongside needy moans coming from the both of you.

He knew he wouldn't last long when he gets to feel your tight walls around him but he wanted to feel you squeeze around him again, desperately fucking into you. When he felt you clench around him again he groaned loudly “let go for me, sweetheart” he commanded and it was all it took for you to tumble over the edge once again, milking him for everything he had to give as he tried to thrust even deeper, brushing your cervix each time before releasing deep inside of you. He couldn’t stop, lazily bucking his hips upwards to fuck his cum into you, his head resting against your chest as he tried to catch a breath. It all seemed like a dream to you, panting on top of the swordsman as you raked your hands through his sweaty hair, a small smile on your lips when you heard him mumble against you “you’re mine now”, knowing it was probably his way of confessing his feelings. “I would love to be yours, Zoro” you hummed and he was lucky you couldn't see his cheeks burn up as his dick twitched eagerly inside of you at those words, ready to breed you once again.

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[witheringwidgetwrites]

1 and/or 131 for Leviathan? I need him.

really debated w this one tbh.

cw; aphrodisiac + rougher(?) BJ + headpushing + gagging

"I need you, right now. Please." Leviathan's face was flushed, the effects of the Golden Hellfire Newt Syrup were evident. The tent his pants throbbed against his boxers, practically twitching against the fabric. You were happy to oblige him.

You straddled his lap, grinding yourself against him. "What exactly do you want, Levi?

"I-I want you to touch me. Kiss me. Everywhere, please, please, I can't wait anymore." His eyes plead at you, and you feel the heat of his erection nudge at your core.

You lean forward, pressing your lips gently against his neck, grinding your heat a little harder against his cock. You nibble softly, before sucking gently, then giving it a harsh, quick suck. He whines, bringing his hand up to your chest to play with the pebbled flesh. He lifts up your shirt, bringing his tongue to your flesh to lick, before latching his mouth on and sucking. You moan softly, grinding your hips back and fourth against him. He groans, his lips vibrating against your chest.

You move your hands up to his horns, grasping at them while he continues sucking, soft moans leaving your lips.

You continue for a moment before he whines, you move off to the side, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants.

"Ah, shit," He blushes furiously, still panting and bucking his hips against your hand.

You kneel on the floor in front of him, grabbing one of his cocks and taking the other in your mouth. He lets out a mix of a moan and a whine, just barely rutting his hips into your mouth. You put your hands on his hips, holding them down.

"Fuck, that feels so good, MC!" He cries out, putting one of his hands into your hair, gripping gently. You start stroking his bottom cock, sucking a little harder on the other.

You bob your head up and down, listening to his pitiful whines and moans for a few minutes before pleas start to slip from his lips, and you know he's getting close.

"Shit, I-I'm gonna cum," he whines, bucking his hips up into your mouth, you feel him hit the back of your throat, and you gag around him. "I'm s-sorry! Fuck," he shoots his load down your throat, the other gushing all over your hand, cocks twitching as he comes down from his high.

"T-Thank you, that was amazing, MC."

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Guilty pleasure

Garreth Weasley x f!reader

Tags: explicit | anal sex | pegging | cunnilingus

3k words

Summary: Garreth would never admit his obsession with anal play to anyone; especially not receiving. Behind closed doors, he has no qualms about indulging in his guilty pleasure.

A/n: For Weasley Wednesday's prompt: Kink! Garreth is an arse man through and through and you can't change my mind.

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Garreth was a man obsessed. It was bordering on worship the way he dropped to the floor behind you, kneading your behind as if it were the most beautiful sight to behold. He told you as much over and over again. Not that you were complaining—to have a boyfriend so enamoured with your body that he would literally kneel for you was quite the ego boost. Not only did he admire your curves, he certainly knew how to pleasure you in all the right ways whilst he was back there.

Imagine your surprise when he’d positively squirmed away from your touch when you’d tried to return the favour—you’d told him in no uncertain terms that he was a hypocrite, and he'd relented, allowing you to experiment with all the ways he’d touched you. Any sort of indignation he’d shown soon melted away once you’d convinced him just how good it felt, and the thrill of being able to dominate Garreth was addictive. He was surprisingly prone to begging to get exactly what he craved, and you had no intention of giving it to him easily.

A few weeks after you’d started your experimentation, Garreth was practically giddy with excitement about what you'd planned that evening. He called it his guilty pleasure and had sworn you to secrecy, insisting that gaining any pleasure from penetration made him some sort of sexual deviant. A smile formed on your mouth as you thought about what you'd be doing later, paying absolutely no attention to the History of Magic class you were currently occupying. 

Garreth sat next to you, apparently having the same problem as he tapped his wand on the table and stared lazily off into the distance, only emerging from his stupor with a sharp inhale when you placed a hand on his thigh. The bulge in his trousers was hard to miss as your fingers glided over the fabric, and you smirked at him knowingly as he blushed furiously under your gaze.

This would be fun. Garreth enjoyed teasing you and getting you wound up; now it was your turn to play.

"Looking forward to later, are we?" you whispered next to his ear.

The usually chatty Gryffindor appeared to be speechless, likely because of your continued pawing at his stiffening length. Thank Merlin you were nestled safely at the back of the classroom, away from prying eyes—most of the class were asleep, anyway. Garreth just nodded, his green eyes drifting lazily over your face and landing on your lips with a subconscious flick of his tongue over his.

“What do you want me to do later?” you asked.

“I…I can’t say that here,” he hissed.

“I suppose you won’t be getting anything from me, then,” you replied under your breath, removing your hand from his lap and trying to hide the smirk pulling at your lips.

Garreth let out a tiny whine as his eyebrows peaked in a plea, shiftily looking around the classroom. Binns was still droning on, and your classmates were still otherwise occupied, so he leaned in closely to your ear before he replied.

“I want you to, you know…play with my arse,” he said barely audibly, cringing at the admission.

You stifled a giggle, sliding your hand back onto his thigh and turned your head, your lips grazing his cheek as you went to whisper in his ear. You let your warm breath slide down his neck, watching the visible shivers it elicited as you squeezed his erection through the cloth.

“I’ll do more than that, Gar. I’m going to fuck you so hard you can barely walk.”

If you could have captured his face in that moment, you would have framed the image and kept it by your bedside. Never had you seen him so wide-eyed and desperate—not all the times you teasingly played with his cock with your tongue before you took him in your mouth, nor when you sat in his lap and refused to move, until he ended up flipping you over and taking you hard for your disobedience. 

No, you were in control this time; he was at your mercy whether or not you’d give him what he wanted.

"Are you going to be a good boy for me and do as I tell you later?" you asked, slowly squeezing his head with your thumb and forefinger.

"Fucking hell…"

"That wasn't an answer."

"Yes…yes, I'll be good…"

You smiled sweetly and bit your lip and he squirmed under your touch, only pulling your hand away at the abrupt end to the lesson. Garreth looked stunned next to you, face now flushing crimson and breathing stilted. Without a word, you threw your book into your bag and gave him a kiss on the cheek, winking as you walked out of the classroom and leaving him to deal with his problem alone.

-

You went about your day, attending your final lesson and Quidditch practice straight afterwards—you didn’t see Garreth until dinner, where he sat down next to you looking ever so slightly miffed. He looked terribly cute when he pouted, the way his eyebrows knitted together and his freckled nose wrinkled. With a kiss and a promise to make it up to him after your meal, he was appeased and dug into his food, finishing at record pace even for him. You took your time by comparison, making sure to have second helpings and making a show of slowly licking your dessert spoon as he watched you with increasing agitation.

Finally, when you were full, Garreth almost fell backwards at the speed in which he shot up off the bench before taking your hand to drag you out of the hall. Apparently he didn’t much care about the curious glances shot your way, likely incorrectly guessing what you were about to get up to. You were expecting him to head up to the Room of Requirement, but instead he pulled you towards Gryffindor tower.

“We’re doing this in your dormitory?”

“I want to be in my own bed,” he mumbled, coming to a stop at the portrait hole and speaking the password.

The common room was empty, with everyone still at dinner—Garreth bounded up the stairs two at a time as you ran to keep up with him, his enthusiasm catching as a wide grin spread across your face. His dormitory was cosy, and the bed so plush and quite big…encased in the heavy red fabric with the addition of a silencing charm, you could be ensured complete privacy.

Garreth wasted no time in shedding his clothes, pulling you by the waist to meet you lips in a feverish kiss as his fingers tangled in your hair. You hummed happily, slipping your tongue into his mouth in gentle exploration as you tore off your tie, your shirt and everything else whilst you stumbled onto the bed. You peeled off the final layers of Garreth’s uniform as he lay back on the sheets, watching intently whilst you worked. Merlin, he was gorgeous. You ran a hand down the thick, red hair that trailed down his chest and below his navel, brushing his stiffening cock on the way down, down, down…

“Lie back, legs up.”

Your voice had shifted, to one of easy compliance to inarguable authority. Garreth noticed the change in tone, his eyes widening slightly as he did as you’d asked—or told—him, leaning back with his head on his hands whilst he peered down at you. He was more shy about exposing himself, until you gave his ankles a nudge and he spread his legs, pushing his ankles back as far as they’d go.

“Going straight in, are you?” he asked with a nervous chuckle.

You gave him a smirk as you rummaged in the clothes pile for your wand, muttering the charm to coat your fingers in a warm lubricating liquid. His mossy eyes never left you as you slid your fingers between his cheeks, gently circling his entrance.

“Relax.”

Garreth hummed and let his head fall back, closing his eyes to enjoy the gentle caress. Sliding a finger inside, you focused on relaxing him with kisses and slow, gentle movements of your hand. The way he writhed, completely vulnerable, with just the teasing pressure of a finger pointed to a desperation you’d never seen before. The musky scent of his arousal filled your nostrils as you licked up his thigh, gently sucking the skin just the way he liked to mark you. You bit back the urge to bite him, those deliciously muscular thighs so tempting, but ultimately decided to focus on the gentle preparation—there was plenty of time, after all.

As you pushed another finger inside him, Garreth started to get handsy. His hand reached down and his fingers found your hair, so you glared up at him from between his legs.

“Hands to yourself,” you ordered, stilling your hand.

Garreth frowned down at you, his grip on your hair slackening but not relinquishing. He wasn't used to taking orders in the bedroom, and clearly needed a little reminder about who was in charge.

“Do you want me to carry on?” you asked, curling your fingers to give that sweet spot a teasing stroke.

His head fell back, breaking your eye contact. Oh yes, he liked that.

“Yes!” he gasped. “I’m sorry…please, don’t stop.”

That softly sighed please ignited a fire in your chest, spreading straight through your torso to your core; twisting and pulling with urgent need to make Garreth beg you for more. He already looked so vulnerable spread out before you, losing any inhibitions he’d held as soon as you’d started your fondling—this might be a guilty pleasure, but it was one he clearly had no issue indulging in.

Garreth's melodic moans filled the canopy bed as you teased and circled the soft pad inside him, slowly pumping your fingers and stretching him gradually. He was almost ready; slick and relaxed, but you weren't about to give him anything without asking. 

His cock lay neglected on his abdomen, hard and thick and deliciously tempting. Keeping your rhythm, your other hand grasped his stiff length, your tongue running along the thick vein on the underside of his shaft until you reached his head, licking clean his salty precum with a soft moan intended for his pleasure.

"Fucking hell, I need you…"

With a smirk, you withdrew your mouth and your fingers with a wet squelch as Garreth groaned with displeasure, already missing your touch. 

“On your front, darling."

Garreth whined at the term of endearment usually reserved for yourself, his glazed eyes watching you as he rolled onto his stomach and shoved a pillow under his hips ready. Kneading the flesh of his freckled arse, you delivered a hard smack before pulling your strap from the bedside table.

“Shit…," Garreth muttered, an octave higher than it should have been.

You pulled on the black leather contraption that strapped around your waist, kneeling over him as you buckled yourself in, working slowly and deliberately as you held his gaze. His eyes were focused on the lengthy glass protrusion prodding eagerly at his entrance that received a final lubrication charm before you started to push.

You'd prepared Garreth well, your artificial cock sliding into his slick hole with ease as you held his hips still. You eased in slowly, watching his reaction, which appeared to be one of pure bliss; his eyes unfocused and mouth hanging open. You started a steady pace, pulling out almost the entire way before plunging back in, massaging that sweet spot that had him making the sweetest noises.

"Can you take it harder?" you leaned over and whispered in his ear.

"Yes…harder…"

"Such a little slut," you chided.

He whined as you bestowed another hard smack to his arse before slamming into him harder.

"What are you?"

"A…slut," Garreth whimpered.

The sounds he made were utterly obscene; all muttered expletives, desperate pleas and gasping moans as you pounded him just as he did you.

"Y-yes…that's it…"

He’d lost the battle to keep his head up, collapsing onto the bed with his cheek pressed onto the mattress as you shunted him forward with every thrust into him. His eyes were unfocused, lips parted and pink; you even swore you saw a little drool pooling on the sheet below him. He was absolutely delirious with pleasure, every inch of skin flushed as your bodies burned in tandem.

The leather of the strap rubbed against your clit with every roll of your hips, giving you enough pleasure to take the edge off of your intense arousal, but nowhere near enough to satisfy you. Still, being on this end of Garreth was well worth the agonising throb between your legs. You scratched down his flushed back, leaving white rake marks that welted as he shuddered under your touch. The shake of his body wasn't just from the pain you inflicted—Garreth was already getting close to his release.

Gripping his hair, you yanked back hard to a gasping moan as you leaned forward to get his attention. 

“Do you want me to let you come?” you purred.

Garreth appeared to have lost all ability to speak coherently as he let out a strangled ‘yeah’, whining with every thrust that sent shivers up your spine and intensified the throbbing ache of your neglected heat.

"Up on your knees."

He obeyed slowly, shakily, pushing back onto the cock with a groan as you shuffled to get comfortable before resuming your previous fierce pace. You fucked him hard and fast, nearly breathless as he sobbed into the bed sheets. You reached around to hold his weeping cock at the tip, gently without pressure as you focused on the rhythm of your hips, slowing ever so slightly…

"Ask nicely, darling."

"Please…please, don't stop…let me come."

Your walls fluttered around nothing with uncontained lust as he begged for his release. Your breath hitched and a tiny moan clawed its way out of your throat; the swell of love amongst the heady desire.

"Come on Gar, come for me..."

The cry of utter relief that spilled from his mouth was followed by a shudder—he came hard, gripping the sheets with white knuckles as he gasped for breath. His moans filled the canopied bed and you sighed with satisfaction as you felt his cum dribbling onto your fingers. 

“Good boy,” you sighed, muttering more praises as you slowed your thrusts.

The trickle of cum into your hand ceased with the last of the pulsing waves of ecstasy and Garreth lay limp with his face down on the bed. You admired the obscenity of it all for a few moments until you pulled out of him, running your thumb over his gaping hole as he squirmed away and fell onto his stomach.

You let out a small chuckle and cast a quick cleaning charm on your hands, falling back onto the bed with a sigh. Shifting your hips against the strap, you searched for the friction you desperately needed as you regained your breath—the bed was stifling, with stale air and the scent of sweat and sex permeating the plush fabrics.

You’d barely regained your composure before a blur of copper swept across your vision; having been near comatose a few seconds earlier, he moved with surprising speed to straddle your thighs. His face was still beetroot red, glistening with sweat and beautiful, but instead of the fucked-out expression you’d witnessed as you’d railed him, a huge mischievous grin spread across his face.

“You didn’t think you’d get to tease me like that and get away with it, did you? It’s my turn now,” he said, already working to unfasten the buckles around your waist.

“I…I didn’t say you could…”

“Lie back and relax, darling.”

Garreth plunged two fingers into your sopping wet entrance with a devilish grin, his green eyes glittering at your shock. You had neither the strength or the inclination to stop what was about to unfold as he pumped his hand to the sounds of your breathless gasps. He was rough and quick, and it was just what you needed. 

His head had dipped out of view, using his knees to pry your legs further apart so he could settle on the bed between them. He got to work marking up your thighs, returning the favour tenfold as the mottled red marks bloomed instantaneously on your arousal-coated skin. Still his fingers worked their magic, the blood rushing away from your head so fast your head pounded painfully.

Garreth’s warm mouth left your skin and a moment later his tongue was teasing your entrance, lapping up your juices as he moaned in delight. You returned the sounds, muttering his name over and over again as he travelled up to your swollen nub—the first swipe of his tongue was pure ecstasy, and the gentle suck he followed up with had you squirming and clamping your thighs around his head.

He didn’t mind in the slightest, burying his face against you so firmly you could scarcely believe he could breathe. You tugged his luscious copper hair, glad he wasn’t telling you off as you’d done to him; he was too focused on his mission, to have you falling apart and screaming his name at the earliest opportunity. It wouldn't be long until he succeeded—the ferocity in which he feasted on your cunt was impressive to say the least.

You locked onto his eyes as you approached your climax, giving him a pleading look to keep going as his tongue swirled and flicked and fingers curled inside you. You were so close, so close…until you were there, and you fell off the precipice into blissful oblivion.

“Garreth!”

It was a feral scream, your legs clamping tighter around his head as you came, whimpering as Garreth’s tongue continued to lap at your overly sensitive clit. The waves of pleasure kept coming, reducing your body to a writhing mess. As your orgasm ebbed away, you yanked his hair hard to remove his mouth with a pop, a satisfied smirk crossing his swollen, glistening lips.

“Fucking hell, Gar…”

“Simply returning the favour,” he chuckled, wiping your juices from his chin with the back of his forearm.

He flopped down next to you, pulling you into a kiss; the taste of yourself wasn’t distracting in the slightest, and you melted into his embrace. You thought the experiment had been a great success, and the permanent smile on Garreth’s face indicated he felt the same as he pawed greedily at your behind. He truly was a man obsessed.

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[bite-sized-devil]

Piggy Back Rides

You've had a particularly long hard day at RAD. Exhausted and dreading the walk home, you ask your favourite demon brother for a little favour.

Was going to do these in groups, but they just kept getting longer and longer. Apologies my fellow simps, please enjoy them one at a time starting with the eldest and finishing with the youngest.

TW: none it's pure fluff. GN! MC (Maybe a little suggestive if you like close your eyes and pretend?)

Mammon

"Come on Mammon, please!" Your voice coming out whinier with every plea that leaves your lips. You'd been begging him to give you a piggy back ride home since you'd both started walking towards the entrance of RAD.

"And why should The Great Mammon carry ya home? Silly human, what's in it for me huh?" The second eldest says with a clearly fake annoyed look on his face.

Fine, if that's how he wants to play, you know just what to do to get him to admit defeat and carry you home. You're sure he secretly wants to do it anyway. Turning your back on him, you pull out your phone.

"Ugh fine! Levi was here today, I'm sure if I promise him a game he'll be m-" You almost finish before Mammon is cutting you off and reaching for your arm.

"N-No, no MC. I'll do it! If anyone should give ya a piggy back it's me! I'm ya first man, aren't I?" The last bit comes out a little more questioning then demanding. Quickly spinning around to face him again you reach out your hand and cup his cheek making him blush furiously. You should have known he would react this way, he's a real softy under that pretend tough exterior.

"Of course you are Mammon, Why do you think I asked you first?" Smiling, you step closer to him, cocking your head to the side and beaming up at him as you say it.

"T-thats r-right." He stammers. His eyes are focused solely on your lips, face slowly leaning closer towards yours.

On tip-toes you lift up and ghost your lips over his. "If you give me a piggy back ride home, I'll let you... Kiss me?"

His eyes flit back up to stare into yours as he swallows loudly. Weighing up whether you're serious or not and deciding not to risk missing out on that particular goldmine.

The words "get on" barely leave his mouth before he's man handling you onto his back making you squeal his name in surprise.

He practically sprints the whole way back to HOL. Only stopping when he gets to your room, dropping both your legs without a word making you clutch his chest tighter so you don't fall on your ass.

"Mammon! A little warning next time maybe?" Annoyance lacing your tone. You let go of him once you steady yourself.

"Yeah, yeah, sure MC." He says hurriedly as he opens your door and drags you inside, the door slamming behind you.

"What's gotten into you Mammon? I thought you only got this riled up about money, it can't be because I said you could kiss me, surely?" You're questions bring another blush to his cheeks. Smiling cheekily up at him as he stands in front of you.

"I-" He beings to stammer but is cut off by your lips connecting with his. Caught of guard by your sudden action he freezes for a second, his lips unmoving against yours. Self doubt creeps into your mind making you start to break off the kiss, maybe he didn't want it after all?

Feeling your hesitation snaps him out of his initial shock, his hands come up to cup your face and he leans in as you go to pull away. You might have had to steal the first kiss from him, but he's never letting you go now that he has had a taste.

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The First Corruption pt. 2 ~Lucifer Morningstar (sandman) xFem Eve!reader

Eve/You finally meet Lucifer again in their kingdom of hell once you die. And Lucifer has no plans of ever letting you go.

Link to Part 1

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Requests & Prompt List

Warnings: NSFW, fluff, angst, implied edging, begging, praise kink, implied smut, references to previous smut, pet names, lust, etc…

Enjoy (:

You had waited for this day. The day you died. Ever since that day in the garden when they opened your eyes. Every day since then you had longed to see them again. They said they would see you again, and you believed them. And so finally the day came.

Your death. You embraced her guidance willingly, letting her lead you to your beloved. Death had dropped you at Hell’s gates, where a demon took one look at you and sneered. The demon beckoned you to follow which you did. You walked for miles through their kingdom. After what seemed like days, you reached a grand palace.

“You're lucky they like you.” sneered the demon, having stopped at the gate of the palace, “If it were up to me, you’d be tortured for eternity.”

You gulped. Pressing your hands to the doors, you pushed them open. You walked through the magnificence of Hell’s Palace. You turned a corner, and a winged figure caught your eye.

The very same winged figure who had taken you in the garden many many years ago. You gasped at the sight of them, draped in a silky, red robe. Your eyes met theirs. A faint smirk lined their lips. You smiled from cheek to cheek, and hastened up to the steps to your beloved. Before they could stop you, you were enveloped in the curves of their body which you had so desperately missed all those lonely years.

“Hello little one...” Lucifer cooed.

“I'm not that little anymore...” you mumbled into their robe, refusing to let go, making them chuckle.

“Are you sure about that...?”

You looked up at your beloved with confusion. Lucifer leaned down to your ear, making you shiver and get that same feeling you had all those years ago in the garden...

“Look in the mirror, love.” they purred.

At their words, a mirror instantly appeared in front of you both. You gazed into it and gasped. You looked exactly as you did the day they took you. Even your clothing had been discarded. At the realization of your nudity, you immediately attempted to cover yourself. But Lucifer was quicker than you, immediately swatting your hands away from your body.

“Nu uh, little one.” They tutted, keeping a hold of your hands, “Don’t hide your beautiful body from me.”

You whimpered in response. The feeling in your body was growing more painful and urgent. You squirmed under their hold, becoming more needy by the second. Lucifer chuckled at the sight of you.

“What do you want, love...Hmmm?” they purred into your ear, putting you into a trance from just their words.

You whimpered, bucking your hips into nothing.

“Use your words, little one...” they taunted, moving one hand tauntingly around your neck.

“I want you...” you pled, "I want you to show me more... I want to know more...”

Lucifer smirked and hummed in delight at your pleas.

“Now that’s something I can arrange...” they purred, suddenly letting you go.

You whined at the loss of contact but went silent as Lucifer quirked an eyebrow at your complaining. They leaned down and cupped your face, and whispered, “We’ll have plenty of time for that, I’m just glad to have you home.”

“Home?”

“Hmmmm...” Lucifer confirmed with a hum, “Forever.”

Your cheeks rushed red with blood. You were blushing furiously. Lucifer chuckled at the sight.

“C’mon, my Queen.”

You obediently followed your beloved. Hell, You would follow them to the end of the world.

Part 3 with smut…? 😏

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[kiiwiigii]

Shenanigans (Rubber Ducky ii)

Pt. One

Alec x Fem!Reader - Plantonic Demetri x Fem!Reader x Felix

Summary: A follow up to Rubber Ducky. Demteri and Felix corner you to ask about Count Duckula. They have another thing coming.

Warnings:

Pure fluff

Word Count: 599

A/N: I couldn't not write it.

"So." 

I groaned, shoulders dropping in an immediate response to Demetri's teasing tone. I just knew that whatever he was going to say, I was going to be embarrassed. I avoided eye contact and sped up instead. 

"You know speeding up won't help you, right?" 

It was Felix this time. 

I rolled my eyes up toward the ceiling in a desperate plea for help from the heavens. If Felix was here that meant I was probably going to die from embarrassment. All I needed to do was make it to Alec's room and I was safe. Neither had the balls to enter there. 

Demetri moved in front of me, walking backwards with a stupid ass grin on his face. I glared in return, choosing to keep on ignoring him. 

"So." Demetri continued. "What is this rubber ducky we've all heard so much about?" 

I snapped my eyes up towards him, gawking. Alec certainly wouldn't have told him. And I definitely didn't. He grinned as I suddenly blushed in realization. 

"Can you guys not keep your hearing to yourselves??" I snapped at both of them. 

Felix chuckled from the other side of me. "That is a dumb question, Y/N." 

"You would think that you'd be used to it by now." Demetri said flippantly, falling back into step next to me. "Vampires hear everything." 

"I suddenly feel bad for Alec." I grumbled.  

"Oh?" 

"Yeah. That means he has to hear you and Heidi going at it." 

"Everyone has to hear that unfortunately." Felix stated, hands behind his back. 

"You see? That. That right there is why I'm suddenly questioning if I even want to become a vampire. That, and I would miss food. A lot." 

"Not that you have much of a choice, but that is what has you reconsidering??" Felix asked incredulously. "Hearing and human food?? Not the whole drinking human blood thing?" 

I snorted, waving his question off with the flick of my hand. 

"No. That's simply what I call the circle of life." 

Demetri snickered. 

"I swear to god, if you start singing the Lion King, I will end you." 

"What is the Lion King?" Felix asked. 

I stopped and stared up at him. "You- You've never seen the Lion King? Have you ever seen any of the Disney movies??" 

"I have seen Snow White!" He said defensively. 

I grinned a little wickedly, causing both to exchange slightly terrified looks and back away. Too bad, I had them in my claws now. 

"Disney movie marathon. Tonight. We'll start with Snow White. Bring me snacks." I ordered, sauntered forward and ignoring any and all protests. "Do it or I'll sic Alec on you." 

That shut them up. 

I continued down the hall as they whispered to each other furiously, although I could still hear them. 

"How did we get from the rubber duck to being roped into a fucking Disney marathon??" Demetri hissed. 

"You. You had to go and be nosey." Felix groaned. 

"You wanted to know just as badly as I did!" 

"Alec. It's Alec's fault. And the damn bastard is not even here!" 

"I can hear you!" I sing-songed. 

I slipped my hand into my messenger bag, grinning at the bickering behind me, and let my fingers brush against the little rubber ducky Alec had surprised me with. Count Duckula was supposed to be on my nightstand, but I found him good company when Alec was away on missions. 

In the end, the embarrassment crisis was averted, and I was sure Demetri and Felix would think twice about trying to corner me again.  

At least I hoped. 

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[gravessyard]

Headcanon Series - Genshin men with the knowledge that you're a vampire: Diluc

Notes from the crypt: Henlo! I wanted to try my hand at headcanons, so naturally I started with Diluc. This was done on mobile so it may be a little short, but I will be doing more genshin men with this vampire series, so feel free to comment who'd you like most to see.

Tags: gn!vampire!reader, implied sub!diluc, small angst to smut? Nothing detailed unfortunately but heavily implied. Vampire bites

• Probably the least surprised, he's seen Dvalin and learned his nation's god is a regular patron of his tavern, so vampires? Wouldnt phase him.

• In Angel's Share, he'll ask if he needs to accommodate his drinks so you can enjoy them, as in if he needs to actually add blood to your bloody marys.

• Has thought about offering to become your blood bag, but blushes furiously at the thought of you chomping down on his neck and going to town, so he's still yet to ask.

• Doesnt pry into your past, how you were turned or how you hunt, but will intently listen if you tell him anyway, even if you are slightly tipsy and rambling your entire life's history to him. Imagine his surprise when he learns you've been trying to survive off boar blood among other animals, and the question of using him pops back to the forefront of his mind.

• Its a question that didnt take too long to answer after he finds you being ambushed by enemies while on his way to Dawn Winery one night. You were outnumbered and clearly losing, most of the blood he's seeing coming from you, he didnt want to think about what would have happened if he didnt jump in to help, finishing off those who dared hurt you before catching your falling figure in his arms.

• His heart breaks at the sight of you, covered in the same blood you're losing, words slurring as you struggle to keep your eyes open. Diluc panics, picking you up and rushing off to his home so he could dress your wounds to stop the bleeding, praying to Barbatos that he's not too late to save you. You're still fading in and out of consciousness on his couch when Diluc realizes his mistake: you need blood. Its much too late to try and find a boar for you to feed, and he'll be damned if he left your side. Swallowing hard, he tears his coat off and unbuttons his shirt to expose his neck before gently sliding a hand under your head to guide your lips to his sweat coated skin.

• His heart pounds in his chest when you dont move, and he whines softly as he whispers pleas in your ear to take from him, please drink his blood. A gasp is ripped from his throat when you suddenly latch onto him, like predator to prey and he can feel it, the pain mixed with pleasure that makes his head spin.

• He's shocked for all but a second when you find the sudden strength to flip positions, with his back now on the couch all he can do is gasp, whimper and moan while you take your fill sloppily. You growl against his skin, clawed fingers practically ripping the rest of his shirt off in a feeble attempt to bring him closer so you can have more of his intoxicating taste. For someone who doesnt drink wine, his blood can only be compared to a fine brand you once drank a couple hundred years ago, the taste was addicting, much like the man below you.

• Before you could take too much, you pull yourself off with a wet pop. Panting, you look down at him to see what could possibly be the most fucked out expression for a man who hasnt even been fucked yet. His cheeks are as red as his locks, eyes half lidded and filled with filthy desire, and you're almost worried you took too much from this poor soul when his fingers run through your hair and he starts to grind his hips against yours. Its a normal reaction for most people who have been fed from a vampire, its something you're used to, but you werent used to Diluc pulling your head down to crash his lips against your bloody ones, moaning into your mouth while he licks his blood from your fangs, shuddering at the metallic taste that keeps you alive, keeps you by his side.

• Needless to say, the next day when Diluc was working a shift, he ignores the stares at the bandages on his neck while he serves you your usual bloody mary. You're smirking at him fondly, giddy with the knowledge that underneath his black attire were more bandages covering the other bite marks you placed on him last night, along with the love bites you gingerly placed on him when you didnt use your fangs.

• After that, he's sure to inform you that if you need blood to come to him, no more boar blood. He's also sure to passive aggressively tell you that you'll only come to him, he'll be available anytime, just for you. He left out the part where he wanted to be the only one who can experience the incredible sensations during your feed.

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[raichiii]

All Mine.

(damn okay this is my first time writing anything on Tumblr AND IT JUST HAS TO BE RAICHI SMUT, I AM A FUCKING SIMP FOR THIS MAN THERE IS NOT ENOUGH RAICHI SMUT AND THERE WILL NEVER BE ENOUGH. anyways, enjoy :p)

Raichi doesn't think he's the jealous type. But the anger bubbling in his chest tells him otherwise.

He watches for a moment, trying to figure out where this fool gets the audacity to chat his girl up while he was literally standing right there.

"I like your dress." The man smirks at you, pointing towards your chest.

"You look gorgeous."

He's right. You were gorgeous. The sparkly champagne gown you wore to the Bastard Munchen celebratory party merely highlighted it. But Raichi knew what he meant.

"Thanks." You replied kindly.

"What are you doing later tonight?" The man stepped forward towards you.

Raichi could have sworn he felt a vessel pop.

"She's coming home with me." He spat.

"Right, and you are?"

"Her boyfriend." His tone, laced with venom as he stared down the man who was still eyeing at you, annoyed at the fact that the man doesn't recognize him at his own team's party.

"Oh? Want to bet, baby, I can treat you better than he can." The man reaches his grimy hand reach out to cup your chin, pulling your face up.

Your boyfriend swats his hand away.

"She's not interested."

Sensing that Raichi was seconds away from beating this guy half to death, you did your best to drag him away.

"Come on Jin, let's go, please?"

Upon hearing your pleas, Raichi softens a little.

It took all your strength and luck to get him away and calm down.

"That motherfucker deserves a punch straight to his jaw." He mutters, scratching his head furiously as he sits down.

"Jingo, that'll damage your reputation, silly." You say, hands patting at his messy hair trying to tidy him up.

"My reputation means nothing to me if that means some guy gets his way with you." He reaches up to hold your wrist and bring your hand to his cheeks.

"Sweetheart, you're all I care about."

Raichi chuckles when he sees a faint blush rise to your face.

He kisses your hand.

He lets his eyes linger on the glittering golden fabric hugging your figure as you loom over him, noting that it leaves little to the imagination. He'll have to get you to wear this more often.

He accidentally glaces at your exposed chest. How soft and smooth your breasts looked. His face heats up, as he nervously looks away.

Oh god. He gulps.

"Then again Sweetness, I don't think im any better than all those ogling men."

You laugh, giving him a kiss on the forehead.

"Only difference is that m' yours, you big pervert."

"You got that right." He chuckles.

"You being a pervert?" You reply coyly.

"No." He cuts you off,

"Me being big."

Raichi guides your hand down his clothed chest...

his abs...

down to his... oh.

"Jin! There are people around!" You say frantically looking around to see if anyone's looking.

He gently yanks you closer to his face.

"Then, let's go somewhere else." He whispers into your ear. You swear you can almost hear his smile.

That's how you two ended up in a secluded room in the back.

"Ahh.."

"You look so beautiful in that dress, it's driving me insane."

Raichi litters kisses down your neck, and chest, his sharp teeth marking territory. One hand holding your bare back while the other hurriedly unzips your dress.

The dress plops to the ground, as he kisses you hungrily.

"Though, you look so much better without it on." He smirks, stopping to admire the view Infront of him.

"White lace, my favourite."

Raichi loosens his tie, and positions you on the couch, he pushes your knees to your chest.

"I'm going to show you who you belong to, got that?"

He unzips his pants, freeing his length, fully erect, precum dripping out with need.

He lines his cock up against your entrance and coats it with your slick.

You whine, growing desperate to feel him inside.

"So wet for me." He whispers to your ear before giving it a little lick.

He leans against you, grunting as he presses slowly into your cunt.

It takes a moment for him to sheath his entire length into you due to how tight you were.

"s' big!" You whine, your walls feel stretched out by his girth as he pushes deeper.

"Told you sweetheart."

#blue lock #bllk #blue lock raichi #raichi jingo #raichi #raichi smut #raichi x reader #bluelock smut #he's so baby i love him

[metaphorical-goblin]

Smut Prompt: Miles riding Phoenix while being tied up

Minors DNI | Mature Content

Phoenix moaned deep in the back of his throat as Miles mouthed his way down his leg, kissing the gaps of squishy skin between the ropes that circled halfway up his thigh. Phoenix’s blush only really ran down to his shoulders, Miles knew from experience, but there was still something so tempting about the cherry-red marks that lined his pelvis.

Tempted, Miles bit down on the meat of his hipbone again, nibbled and kissed his way across his stomach and down to his member, flushed and hard and shiny with spit.

Alright. So perhaps Miles had been teasing him today. He just couldn’t help himself, not when he was lying here like this, exposed and ready to accept his praise and tender touches.

Phoenix was always putting the work in, always putting others first. This was the perfect opportunity to return the favor.

Phoenix moaned his name, and it came out as a high-pitched whine. “Mi, please baby…”

Miles carefully placed a lubed hand to Phoenix’s cock, kissing around the head with reverence. He smiled to himself as his partner began to thrust up into his waiting fist, coating himself while Miles watched him slowly fall apart.

“More,” he gasped out, writhing as much as he was able. “A little– a little more, please–”

Miles graciously, finally, threw a leg over Phoenix’s stomach, effectively straddling him. He leaned down cut off his pleas with a deep kiss. Phoenix whined, bucking his hips enough that Miles felt him rutting against the cleft of his ass, face contorting in pleasure at the breath of friction. 

Ever in control, Miles leaned down and daintily licked a stripe up from the curve of Phoenix’s pecs to the crux of his neck. “You’ve been so good for me, haven’t you?” 

Phoenix tensed his fists, his jaw. He nodded furiously, and shouted when Miles nipped at the dip at his shoulder. 

“Alright, dearest,” he purred, glancing back to line himself up. “I’ll give you what you deserve.”

Phoenix’s entire body arched like a bow as Miles sunk down onto him, crying out in ecstasy as he began to ride. His wrists jerked hard against the rope, yanking them taut in an instant as his hands instinctively moved to frame Miles’ waist, to tug him down and coax him to completion. Miles, on the other hand, took his time adjusting, finding a proper pace and angle to–

“Ah, oh, Phoenix,” he whined, grinding down when he hit that spot. “Y-you… you feel so good.” Miles let his hands wander to the man’s broad chest, fondling and pinching just where he knew Phoenix liked it most. He increased his pace, sweat prickling at his shoulders and brow with every anxious sound Phoenix made, bouncing steadily on his lap. Phoenix writhed underneath him, tugging and pulling and–

“Miles! Miles, fucking God, I need–!” He bared his teeth, eyes wide and wild, and Miles dipped his head.

“Yes, my be… beloved? Do you need to come?” He barely breathed the question, barely grazed his earlobe with the tips of his teeth.

Miles rode him through as he tipped over the edge, a scream on Phoenix’s lips and a grin on his own.

#ace attorney #narumitsu #nsft #oooo boy this was a fun one #sorry i went a little overboard #thank you for the prompt!

[pixievi]

summary | you visit the precinct and help your girlfriend de-stress. that and bring her lunch, because she forgot it

warnings | slight exhibitionism, public sex, almost being caught, teasing, sub!Caitlyn, dirty talk, biting, marking,

wc | 581

“Shhh, you don’t want them hearing you, do you?”

Caitlyn slapped a hand over her mouth in an attempt to muffle the moans spilling from her lips. Her other hand was splayed against the wall behind her, trying to keep herself upright on trembling legs. Suckling on the taller woman’s neck, you deepened your thrusts. Leisurely fucking her with your fingers. The precinct was as busy as it usually was in the afternoon, footsteps and loud voices in the hallway just outside Cait’s office joined the sound of her whimpers and the lewd slapping of skin.

“Or maybe you do?”, you smiled. “You want people to hear how good I fuck their sheriff, yeah?”

Her blush deepened as she shook her head furiously and you smiled at her tripping over her words. “N-no! You-ah!”

You increased the pace suddenly, causing her to cry out. Echoing through the office. Her eyes widened at the outburst as you chuckled into her neck.

“Someone definitely heard that, princess”

“Shut up!”, she whisper-growled.

She might’ve been embarrassed, sure. But you didn’t miss the clench around your fingers at your words. Leaving little bites under her collar, your free hand popped open the buttons on her chest. The garment relaxed and slipped down. Your fingers slipped past the cup of her bra and grasped her soft breast eagerly, kneading the warm flesh slowly. Caitlyn bit her lip to suppress her sweet noises, more so when your lips latched onto her sensitive nipple.

Beads of her essence rolled down your hand and wrist. You curled your fingers, massaging her spot. A gasp escaped her. You rolled her nipple with your tongue, occasionally grazing your teeth over the hardened bud. Her hips jerked forward, starting to impatiently fuck herself on your fingers. She mumbled pleas for you to make her cum quickly, the knot in her belly starting to tighten.

Thump thump thump

You both froze, heads whipping to the office door. You shared a panicked look with one another.

“Hey boss? I have the status reports, you wanna take a look at them now or?”, the knocker asked, the shuffling of papers clearly heard.

Caitlyn cleared her throat before answering. “N-not right now! I’ll read over them later. I’m quite busy at the moment”

You chuckled lowly and she shot you a warning glance. “Too busy being fuc-”

She shoved your face back into her breast, shutting you up. You started thrusting again and she squirmed, throwing her head back desperately. Brows furrowing in pleasure.

“No worries, I’ll drop them off in the evening”

His footsteps disappeared down the hallway and she released the air she was holding in a whine. You resumed your pace as you littered her chest in marks, her fingers now tangled in your hair. She bounced on your digits, chasing her orgasm hastily. Dropping down to your knees, you dove under her skirt and latched onto her bundle of nerves. Quiet gasps left her as the knot in her continued to tighten. A last brush against her spot and a hum enveloping her clit sent her over the edge. Her body tensed around you as a silent scream left her. You lapped up her juices as she came down, panting. Caitlyn looked down at you with half hooded eyes as you smiled up at her, wiping your chin of her shine. Holding her steady before her legs gave out, you captured her lips with yours.

“You’re such a good girl for me”

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[merv606]

In Mercy, Daniel being mortified and shy not only by his own noises, but by the sounds of skin on skin as Terry is fucking him, how loud it is as Terry takes him. Daniel begs Terry to stop, please, and Terry does abruptly, asking what’s wrong.

“Just…it’s so…loud…what if someone hears?” Daniel says lowly, blushing furiously, and trying not to arch into the feel of Terry still inside him.

Of course Terry can’t help but smile, maybe even laugh, totally charmed by his boy. It’s so very like Daniel to want this and then get all flustered when Terry gives it to him. It’s also very cute, him being so self-conscious like this, when he’s completely nude under him, with Terry deep in him. Besides, Terry loves to hear what he’s doing to him, and doesn’t give a damn if everyone else does too.

Skin on skin.

The wet noises as Terry slides in and out of Daniel’s body.

The rustling of sheets, and the headboard hitting the wall.

The heavy grunts and groans; the smaller whimpers and moans.

The harsh breathing in the otherwise quiet of the room.

Yeah.

There is no doubt what’s going on.

Anyone with ears and half a brain cell to rub together would know.

Especially when Daniel cries out on the particular good thrusts, Terry nailing his spot, unable to bite off the sharp sound in enough time.

Not that Terry lets him muffle those noises - everything belongs to him - especially those, considering the noises are a directly attributable to the pleasure Terry is wringing out of him right now, his cock buried deep inside Daniel.

So no matter how Terry has him, whether he’s on his back with his legs high on Terry’s shoulders or wrapped around his waist urging the older man on, or if Terry is taking Daniel face down, ass up, he simply doesn’t let Daniel bite into the mattress or pillow, or the sheets when he tries.

He doesn’t let Daniel bite his arm or anything to keep quiet and when Daniel bites down on his own lip instead, a bit too hard, Terry lets him. If only to be able to lick at the blood that seeps out when he gently works Daniel’s teeth free of the abused flesh, before doubling down to hit that spot, Daniel arching beautifully, those gorgeous obscene nosies spelling out of an equally gorgeous and obscene mouth - letting everyone know how well he’s being fucked - how much he fucking loves it.

Plus, Terry loves the shade he turns when he whispers that, “there is no need to be ashamed, sweetheart …”

Not of this.

Not of them.

Not of how much Daniel loves the older man inside him, whether it’s fucking him or making love to him.

As long as Terry is taking him; claiming him.

“They know what we’re doing in here anyway. They know you’re on your back for me, my cock so far up your ass you can taste it …

“Terry, please,” he whimpers, throwing an arm over his eyes, and that much Terry allows …. For now.

Doubling down he starts snapping him hips in, Angelei just right - the kind that makes his boy absolutely SING for him.

He’s not disappointed.

His boy makes the most beautiful music as Terry plays him as only he can.

Giving him what he needs - always.

Smirking now, Terry brushed his lips against his ear.

“They’d know that sweetheart, even if you weren’t moaning like a goddamn whore for it.”

Daniel can’t help the broken screams and pleas falling from his lips now - doesn’t even bother to try.

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[lilliakibutsiju5678]

Imagine...

it's late into the night and you're just chilling in your room reading something on your phone and dressed in your pj’s when your hybrid!lover comes into the room with a smile on their face as they enter, their smile catching your attention as they walk over and you ask what they're smiling about as they sit on your side of the bed, they take the phone away from you putting it on your nightstand before straddling your lap startling you as a blush creeps up onto your face.

They slowly unbutton your shirt revealing bare skin and began kissing you slowly and sensually and quiet gasps left your throat while their hand slides down into your underwear grasing down below, they separated from the kiss and a smirked was displayed on their face as they removed their hands from you and a low whine left your throat “don't worry, dear. We’ll have tons of fun” they said as they stood up and scooped you up bridal style and a yelp left your mouth.

You and your lover exit the room and walk down the halls of your house to another room that the two of you use when you have fun sometimes, the lights dimmed down to a red colour with many different things that the two of you have used many times before, your lover placed you down allowing you to stand while they locked the door so no one walked in, not like they would enter that room, and then turned back to you with their back to the door before walking over to you, next thing you know your clothes have been removed and your wrists have been tied by slimy tentacles as they slithered over your body while loud vibrations buzzed against you.

Loud moans escaped your throat as a tentacle rammed into you furiously desperate for you to cum, you begged for your lover to stop fucking you with their tentacles and with the cock instead yet your pleas were denied as the tentacle that was ramming into picked up speed moving faster while the vibrations from your ass became louder and so did your pleas and begs but wasnt acknowledged as the tentacle kept moving in and out slowing it’s pace teasing you while another crept up and managed to slip itself into your ass as another moan left your mouth.

It continued for ten more minutes as another had slipped into your mouth muffling your voice but eventually after cumming two times the tentacles pulled out of you with you wrists still bound leaving you breathless, you now laid on the bed face first with your ass in the air as a fuck machine rammed in and out of you again while you gagged on your lovers cock while they uttered sweet nothings into your ears as the machine slowed down teasing you before picking up speed again as a gagged moan escaped your throat.

“Yeah, yo like this don't you, baby? You took me well the first time, even though it wasnt actually my dick, but now your’e doing so well getting fucked in the ass and sucking on my dick. You're my sweet little baby” their praise made you even more overstimulated as you sucked on their cock, your wrists were no longer bound by tentacles that came from your lover as you were on your knees as your loved fucked you in the ass holding your arms moving at a fast pace, your words became slurred and your sentences coherent as tears stained your cheeks at the roughness that came from your lover, however you know that your lover could last many rounds thanks to their stamina leaving you helpless and fucked up “we’re not finished yet love. We still have a long way to go”.

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[ocean-in-my-rebel-soul]

Characters: Fenris/Anders

Tags: Porn Without Plot, PWP, Explicit Sexual Content, Spanking, Ass Eating, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Come Eating, Blowjobs, Top Fenris, Bottom Anders, Dom/Sub Undertones, Multiple Orgasms, Catching Feelings, Ignoring Feelings

Rating: Explicit

Summary:

"Did I say you could move?" "N-no, ser," Anders says with an audible gulp, shaking his head. He drags his hand from his cock to put it back in front of him. "Please, I want—I need—" There's desperation in his breathy voice, sending lightning shooting up Fenris' spine. He watches Anders drop his head, and when he cants his hips in a silent plea, Fenris swats him again, drawing out another yelp. "Please, Fen," Anders begs. "You will come untouched, or you will not come at all," Fenris threatens. "Do you hear me?" A shudder runs through Anders. "Y-yes." "Good."

Anders and Fenris stay up late into the night.

Anders is a beautiful mess here in the firelight, naked and unashamed and spread out on his back upon the blue linen of Fenris’ bedsheets. His cheeks are stained red, and his breath rushes out of him with soft exhales. His dick strains for attention. 

"Hands on the headboard," Fenris growls into his ear. With a shivery moan, Anders comes to his knees and shuffles to the head of the bed to comply, wiggling his hips invitingly.

They had been teasing each other all night, or rather, Fenris had been teasing and Anders spent the whole night blushing furiously. In the few weeks they'd been doing this, it had become his favorite game. Fifty shades of mage, he'd thought once, early on, smugly taking in the way Anders' face colored in various colors of red, biting his lips against embarrassment.

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(Clint is walking to Tony's lab to see if he can help fix an issue with his bow, as he can't figure out why it is not retracting like it should be.)

Clint: *Walking into the lab* Hey, Tony, would you mind...

(Clint's eyes widen why he sees Tony, whom is wearing earbuds and hadn't heard him, as he is wearing a cat hoodie. A purple cat hoodie, that includes a tail.)

Clint: *Jaw dropped* Oh my god... Tony?!

Tony: *Startled by the shout* C-Clint!? When did you get here!

(Clint doesn't answer the question, he instead walks over to circle Tony. Taking in ever detail. Then he tugs on the tail of the hoodie.)

Clint: *Disbelief* Are you wearing a cat hoodie... That actually has a tail!?

Tony: *Blushes* Y-YEAH *Snatches the tail back* What of it?!

(Clint is blushing bright red now, having seen all of Tony in his adorableness. He can't completely process that the man in front of him is actually wearing a cat hoodie. That's purple. )

Clint: *Standing straighter* That's it.

Tony: *Confused and a little scared* ...what?

(Clint is standing in front of Tony in mere seconds, grabbing him and tossing him over his shoulder. Securing the precious cargo, Clint makes his way out of the lab. His destination: his room.)

Clint: *Dead serious* Nobody can see you in that cute hoodie but me, Tony. I declare that a new rule in this tower.

Tony: *indignant* This is my tower! Put me down, Clint! Do you even-

(Tony yelped as Clint spanked him. He didn't let Tony down till he was fully in his room, the door locked behind him. Clint set Tony down, then held him close to his chest. Clint nuzzled his head against Tony's.)

Clint: *Happy and content* Who's a good kitty~

Tony: *Blushing and... Excited* C-Clint! What the hell?!

(Tony tried to pull away, though he didn't really try. He had no idea what was going on or what he even wanted to do in this situation.)

Clint: *Pouting* Aww, Tony, nooo. Don't leave! I just want cuddles... Please?

(Tony hesitated, hearing the small plea in Clint's voice. He wanted Tony to stay. To cuddle him, for whatever reason. With a sign, Tony relented.)

Clint: Yay! *Hugs Tony closer*

Tony: Are you really doing all of this cause I'm in a cat hoodie?

Clint: *Pausing* Tony... you're in a purple cat hoodie, purple. That's my color, my favorite color. You wearing that makes you adorable, but the color is my color. I wear lots of purple. Seeing you wear it...

Tony: *Realization* I- You saw me wearing purple of all things... and you felt possessive cause I'm essentially marked with your color? And because I'm cute?

(Clint couldn't deny it, he saw the hoodie as a claim mark. Something about Tony wearing something so cute and bizarrely random, and in his favorite color, had Clint riled up. Just filled with the need to hide Tony away and wrap him up in blankets. To shower him in so much love, affection, and plenty of attention.)

Clint: *mumbles*

Tony: Uh?

Clint: *louder* I like you. Really like you.

Tony: ...

Tony: *Blushes furiously* Clint... I- I, uh... I didn't think you liked me at all.

Clint: *Blinks* What?

Tony: We rarely hang out together, at least not like how we spend time with the others. We don't really do anything together... Like I wanted to.

Clint: Tony, why did you think I often worked in your lab besides you when I could? Why I'd come to you when I needed to fix any of my gear? I wanted to be near you, Tony. Why...

(Something clicked in the Archer's mind right then.)

Clint: *Slowly* Tony... What do you mean 'like I wanted to?'

Tony: *Silent*

Tony: I like you too, Clint. I'm not good with feelings, so...

(Clint locked eyes with Tony. Then he planted a firm kiss on Tony's mouth, earning him a squeak. Clint was filled with joy and eagerness. He wasn't about to let Tony go, not when he knows now how Tony feels.)

Clint: *Breaks the kiss* My kitten. All mine. *Cups Tony's cheek*

Tony: *exasperated and emotionally drained* Yes Clint, I'm yours. You are also mine too.

Clint: *Happy noises* I know kitten, I know. All yours too.

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