#To lay bare || NSFT;

[l0v3tast3]

the pervy older bf konig was amazing, pleaseee can we get one for price!! on my knees begging cos damn the konig one hit the spot mammm

god i love john price so fucking much. he makes my daddy issues go off the damn charts and his voice?!?!?! good god (*♡∀♡) also uwu tysm ily anon i hope you like this!!! <33

✎ tags: mdni! nsft, f!reader, age gap (r is 18, john is late 30's), body worship, semi-public s3x, car s3x, mirror s3x, he fucks you while you're on the phone with your mom, dirty talk, abuse of pet names, edging, overstimulation, tiny bit of dacryphilia, some fluff, john is basically your sugar daddy

✎ word count: 1.6k (not proofread)

masterlist | requests are open!

✧ ˖ ° pervy older boyfriend!john who wouldn't take his hands off of you even if there was a gun to his head. you're just so soft and full of youth, it makes him feel a little bit younger too. he's obsessed with smoothing his hands and his lips over every inch of your skin, always taking his sweet time with you, always making sure to worship every bit of you before he presses your thighs to your chest.

✧ ˖ ° he doesn't take for granted what you give him; he makes sure to thank you in the best way he knows how. it's after a lavish dinner and a stroll along a beautiful river that involves him buying you flowers and chocolate from vendors open late. john always means to end the night with just a kiss, opening your door for you and leaning against the car to watch you walk down the street back to your house (you make him park a few houses down so your parents don't see him). somehow the drive always ends with the car parked in some inconspicuous spot so he can fuck you in the backseat, because you insisted that you couldn't stay at his house overnight without your parents asking too many questions.

✧ ˖ ° despite your disapproving whines and squirms, john still takes it slow while he has you laying in the back of his car. he does it mostly because he loves how your legs shake when he builds your orgasm slow, but also because he knows that your parents will call you to check in soon. sure enough, while he's got two fingers buried knuckle deep in you and his mouth latched around one your nipples, the buzzing tune of your ringtone sounds from your bag on the floor. you barely notice it until his mouth pops off your breast and his fingers nearly slow to a halt, and he's holding up your phone for it. "answer it, love. don't want to make them worry, right?"

✧ ˖ ° when you have the phone in your weak grasp he presses the answer button and sinks back down, grinning while he hears you stutter out your greeting. he picks up the pace again, curling his fingers into the spot that makes your hips jerk. your hand is pressed into your mouth as you try to listen to what your mom is saying. her bleating practically becomes white noise when john's tongue licks a stripe from your hole to your clit and starts laving across it. you manage to spout out that you'll be home soon, you and your friends lost track of time, and john makes sure the call is actually ended when you throw it onto the floor again before he finally makes you cum.

✧ ˖ ° pervy older boyfriend!john who absolutely loves fucking you in front of literally any reflective surface. bedroom mirror, bathroom mirror, entryway mirror, windows, the tv, anything will suffice if he can see your pretty tits bouncing while he fucks into you from behind. it's high on his (long) list of his favorite ways to have you.

✧ ˖ ° if you're standing up, he'll use one hand to keep your hips lifted high enough to line up with his, the other wrapped around your neck and partially holding your jaw to keep you looking at yourself. "look at how pretty you are, darling, don't y'see how beautiful you are? say it, love, tell me how pretty y'are. c'mon, know you can do it." when you try to avert your eyes in embarrassment he'll use the hand on your throat to press you into his chest, slowing his hips until he's dragging his thick cock back and forth across all the spots that make your brain go haywire. "you know the rules, darling, won't let you cum until y'say it. well? don't start being a brat now. we both know how that goes, don't we?"

✧ ˖ ° it's also a semi-regular occurrence for john to bring you shopping at higher-end stores and fuck you in the secluded dressing rooms. he sits and tells you how gorgeous you look in each pretty dress and outfit you try on, always doing a little spin for him that makes his dick twitch in his too-tight pants. after a particularly short sundress or skirt he follows you into your fitting room, feeling you up before you even get the chance to squeak about how he's not supposed to be in here with you. john loves watching you scratch at his arms as he holds you up to fuck you, one hand shoving his middle and ring fingers to keep you quiet. it's addicting how quickly he can make you forget that you could be caught by someone at any moment.

✧ ˖ ° pervy older boyfriend!john who might as well shine an actual spotlight on you when he brings you with to formal military events that he's "required" to attend (you always overhear about people skipping out when you're there). he tells you not to worry about buying a dress for it, and when you show up to his home you find he spent probably hundreds on a dress, heels, and all-matching jewelry, all matching your favorite style and colors. and he does it every time you go to an event, always buying you new things; not to mention the matching set of lingerie he gets you for each outfit.

✧ ˖ ° john makes sure to always wear a coat long enough to cover his straining cock when you squeeze his hand or press yourself closer to him when he brings you with. he knows you're nervous, never straying from his side and always glancing to make sure he was still next to you, but of course he wouldn't let you go even if you wanted to. there was always a hand on your back or waist or holding yours, kissing yours knuckles in between brief chats with other officials and soldiers.

✧ ˖ ° the way you cling to him while he introduces you to everyone he makes small talk with for a few minutes makes him so eager to leave already, to finally get home and rip off your dress (you've learned by now that he doesn't care how much he spent on it just to destroy it). just you being dependent on him made both john's heart and cock swell; you were so adorable with your puppy eyes looking up to him for what to do next.

✧ ˖ ° john wants nothing more than for you to rely on him and to trust him enough to take the reins for you. that especially applied to your sex life, of course. "there y'go, sweetheart, that's my girl. just let me handle it all. all you have to do is lay here all pretty and take my cock. i'll go slow, sweetheart, don't worry. i know you're still sensitive, but you can cum for me one more time, can't you? oh, don't whine, love, i know you can do it, just one more for me. you feel so good around me when you cum, don't you want to feel good too?"

✧ ˖ ° pervy older boyfriend!john who is obsessed with making you cum. he only uses the threat of edging you as a way to get you to say or do whatever dirty thing he wants; the rest of the time, he prefers you to be a blabbering, overstimulated mess. he's known (by you) to spend hours going down on you, switching between his mouth and fingers when either gets tired. when you tug at his hair and try to push him away, you always get "jus' one more f'me, darling, know y'can," and a quick kiss to your thigh before he's right back at it.

✧ ˖ ° the sight of you trembling and twitching from the overload of pleasure he gives your little body is just the most satisfying sight in the world to john. after sating his near-constant hunger for your sweet cunt, he'll crawl up to hover over you and press kisses across your face, gently wiping away the trails of tears that escaped during his mouth's endless assault. "y'with me again, love?" he asks softly, pressing little kisses to your swollen lips until you start returning them. the moment is sweet and slow before he's pressing his cock into your tight hole, pushing deeper and deeper until his fat tip is kissing your cervix.

✧ ˖ ° john doesn't give you enough time for your nerves to calm down before he's thrusting into you; the gasps and whines and tiny pleas that stumble out about needing a break. "but i already gave you one darling, just now, remember? shit- so fuckin' tight, even after i spent so long workin' y'open- hah, don't try to squirm away, princess, just take it- fuuuck-" he groans. john's calloused hands collect your smaller ones to intertwine his fingers with yours and hold them above your head, nose-to-nose with you as he coos down at you about how well you're doing for him.

✧ ˖ ° every time he gets you into his bed (or yours, or any bed, really) you know you're in for a long night. john will fuck you until you're about to pass out. he lives for pushing your limits, finding new tricks to get you to cum faster or harder for him, molding you to his cock and drilling it into your head that he's ruined you for any other man.

#call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod mw2 #john price #john price x reader #john price x female reader #john price smut #reader insert #— ask! #— lilly writes! ♡

[thornsnvultures]

syrup & honey

eddie munson x plus size!fem!reader

summary: eddie needs a place to stay on Halloween night and your window's always open

cw: 18+ nsft, smut, vampire!eddie, afab!reader, flirty!eddie, oral (fem rec), breast play, fingering, p in v sex, blood drinking, creampie, cheesy fluff, steve makes a background appearance as eddie's blood dealer of sorts, 2.7k words

"Can't sleep?"

Eddie's voice is quiet, just barely heard over the rain pouring outside. You look up from your book at your open window. Eddie's perched on the sill, his long, black coat is drenched and dripping on the floor.

"C'mon in Eddie," you sigh, closing your book. You turn on the lamp next to your bed, soft yellow light filling the small space. Eddie happily jumps in and makes for your bathroom where he sheds his coat, dropping it in the tub with a wet splat. At least he has the sense to not throw it over your couch. Again.

When Eddie appears again he's shirtless and you can't help but roll your eyes. He's rubbing at his damp curls with one of your towels, his lithe muscles bunching and stretching. He's flexing on purpose.

"Why are you here?"

"What, I can't drop in and say 'hi'?" Eddie tosses the used towel in your hamper across the room and plops down on the chair by your bed. Your studio apartment feels so much smaller when Eddie's here, all stretched out on your bargain furniture. "It's Halloween, babe. You should be out partying. With me." Eddie grins and his teeth flash in the light of a sudden lightning strike.

"It's miserable out there, Eddie. I'm not getting all dressed up in a slutty little costume just to get cold and wet," you huff, pulling your comforter up over your tits. You shouldn't have said slutty. Shouldn't have taken your bra off either. You knew Eddie would stop by, it's why you left the window open. But now you were cold and you felt... exposed under his hungry gaze. The way he looked at you in your sleepshirt, like he was picturing you in an assortment of terrible costumes that left nothing to the imagination.

"I'm sure I could've warmed you up, honey," Eddie practically purrs, leaning forward on his chair, his elbows on his knees, hands clasped in front of him like it's the only thing keeping him from reaching out and grabbing you.

"What you can do is sleep on the couch. Just close the curtains before you lay down."

"Right," Eddie chuckles and leans back on the chair. "Wouldn't want you to wake up to a pile of ash on your couch. It'd take you weeks to vacuum it all up." Eddie bites his lip with one long canine. "Are you sure I can't help keep you warm, honey? You look awfully cold."

"You never closed the window. And this is a twin bed. Not happening."

"So if I got you a king sized you'd let me in?"

"Not what I said," you shook your head.

"How 'bout a queen? A full? It'll be full of us, that's for sure." Eddie slams the window shut and winks at you and suddenly you're not so sure letting him stay the night was the best idea. You feel claustrophobic with that window shut tight.

"The only thing that's full is you. Full of yourself."

"Oooh, good one, honey." Eddie plops down at the foot of your bed. You move your feet out of the way just in time before he flops backwards and crushes them. Eddie stretches out like a cat, groaning long and loud.

"Eddie quit it," you kick him with your foot. "You're getting my sheets all wet."

"Not the first time these sheets have been wet though, huh?"

"Oh my god, Eddie, shut up." The pillow at your side bounces off his stupid grinning face when you chuck it at him. "I was trying to be nice when you asked for a place to stay for the night. If I knew you were gonna be a little shit about it, I would've said no."

"C'mon, honey," Eddie pouts, sitting up. "We've been friends for how long and this is how you treat me?"

"Eddie, I've only known you for a month!"

"Exactly! And look at how close we've gotten in such a short time," Eddie smirks as he crawls up the bed. You can't take your eyes off his, bright red and glowing. How his teeth shine in the moonlight like pearls. Before you know it, Eddie's knees are bracketing your hips, caging you in with his arms, with you flat on your back.

"Eddie," you caution. "What are you doing?"

You gasp when Eddie leans down and presses his nose to your jaw, nudging it and turning your face so he can breathe you in. You feel him shudder, his hair still dripping around your face. Eddie presses a kiss to your jugular, just light enough that you're not sure if you imagined it. But then he does it again. And again.

"Let me taste you," Eddie whispers into your skin. "I know you'll taste so sweet."

"Eddie," you push at his chest like you don't want this, like you're not aching to feel the hot, wet suction of his mouth on your skin. Like you haven't been dying to know what it was like since Steve introduced the two of you at his bar downtown, the one Eddie was trying to get you to go to tonight.

"Don't make me beg, honey," Eddie groans and licks a stripe up your thundering pulse. "I promise I'll be gentle."

Your grip on your blanket loosens with every soft kiss and lick Eddie presses to your skin. When you arch up into his touch you ask yourself if you're really doing this, letting him touch you like this. You've never... been with someone like Eddie. Before you met him all you knew of his kind was violence, stories you hear on the news, homicidal maniacs and sex perverts. Eddie was one of those two for sure, but he'd never hurt anyone. Not unless they asked. Were you asking? Would you let him just like you let him in?

It seemed your body was answering for you, slick between your thighs, nipples pebbled in the cool air. It was October and your super still hadn't turned the heat on. Without your thick blanket the room would be unbearable, but you could barely feel it. Eddie was radiating heat. He tore the blanket off of you and you could feel it everywhere. Every inch of him surrounds you like a balm to soothe your goosebumps away.

He must've fed before he came here. You hoped it was from the secret bar stock and not one of Steve's other patrons. Though, why that bothered you so much you didn't know. Eddie didn't owe you that. You weren't his. He just wanted to play with you, roll around in your sheets for the night. See if you tasted as sweet as his nickname for you. And you were fine with that, really you were.

You gasped as Eddie tugged up your sleep shirt, his warm hands traveling up your hips to your waist.

"Can I?"

You're moving your body before the word "yes" even falls from your lips. Eddie pulls your shirt all the way off and he's on you before it even hits the floor, kissing down your neck, to your chest. His fangs lightly scrape your skin, scratching at you like a cat pawing at a closed door, begging to be let in.

Eddie takes your nipples in his mouth, flicking his tongue over one tight bud before moving to the other until you're writhing under him. Your hips lift with every nibble and tug, grinding against the obvious bulge in his too tight jeans.

"Eddie, please," you tug at his hair, unsure of what you're begging for. You just need more, something harder and faster before you scream.

"Shhh, I got you." Eddie's warm hands cup your breasts, his thumbs brushing your spit slick peaks as he kisses you. He's careful not to knick you with his teeth, all lips and tongue, devouring you in a way you didn't expect him to tonight. Not that you were hoping for him to- who are you kidding? You've wanted him since the first night you saw him.

You're panting when Eddie pulls away, inching down your body, mapping out a trail of kisses and bites along the way. The groan that rips from his chest when he pulls your panties down stops you from instinctively trying to close your legs. You're nervous, being looked at like that. Like Eddie's a cartoon dog and you're a pie someone left on a window sill. But his hands push your thighs open. You want to let him in, need to let him in, so you let him spread you wide. He kisses your thighs, up to your knee and back down again on both sides until you're begging again. You can feel his warm breath on your center, your head thrown back as your hips roll, trying to entice him to just put his mouth on you already.

"You're so pretty, honey. Knew you'd be pretty," Eddie mumbles, more to himself than you, and kisses your clit. He rubs it with his tongue, delicious little flicks that have you gasping and tugging on his hair.

"So fucking wet for me," Eddie groans and spears you open on his tongue. And, god, yes you are. Soaking his face when he slips a thick finger into your cunt, dragging an orgasm, then another, out of you with his mouth suckling on your clit.

Those big red eyes of his stare up at you, watching you as you cum, shaking and gasping for air, your whole body seizing. Eddie's fingers work you through each one, not stopping until you're pushing him away, begging him for a break. His face is soaked in your slick, dripping from his chin.

"Did so good for me."

You sigh as Eddie kisses your thighs, still watching you. His pussy soaked fingers reach up to tweak your nipple, grinning when you gasp.

"Can you be good for me again? I know I just ate," Eddie winks and you roll your eyes, too sapped of energy to smack him. "But those blood bags Steve keeps stocked for me aren't enough. I need the real thing."

Your tummy flutters. He didn't feed from anyone else tonight. It shouldn't make you feel giddy but it does. You nod your head pulling Eddie closer to you by your legs around his back.

"If I'm letting you bite me, then I need you inside me, Eddie."

"Fuck. Yes, anything you need, honey, I'll give it to you." Eddie fumbles with his pants, chucking them off a little too hard when they get stuck on his foot.

You laugh when he pounces on you again, settling between your thighs. He peppers your face with kisses and you can still smell yourself all over him but you don't care. Your laughs turn into moans as Eddie ruts against you, his cock sliding between your folds, bumping against your sensing clit.

Eddie sits up on his knees, dick in hand as he tap, tap, taps the head on your clit.

"Can I come inside?" Eddie smirks.

"You're so dumb," you laugh. "Fuck me already, Eddie."

Eddie smiles, one fang catching on his lip, as he slides in. You try to relax as Eddie eases his way in. He's not crazy long but he's thick and he knows it, taking his time stretching you out inch by inch.

"Oh fuck," you shout when Eddie rubs at your clit to help ease you open.

"That's it, honey. Take it all. I know you can. Look at that pretty, little pussy swallowing me up. Fuck," Eddie groans. "Once I'm all the way in, I'll take what I need. I don't think I'm gonna last, honey. Squeezing me so fucking tight."

Eddie's so focused on your pussy, you just stare at him. Your eyes lidded and hazy, you can't help but wish it could be like this all the time. Like he could be yours. All sweaty and shiny in the moonlight. Pale skin and tattoos and strong fingers that know just how and where to touch you like he was born to do it.

Finally you feel it, his hips meeting yours, and you swear you've never felt this full in your life. It sits in your chest, telling you that this feels so, so right.

Eddie lays flush with your body, not crushing you, just holding, rolling his hips into you with delicious little thrusts that send shockwaves up your spine.

"Relax for me," Eddie whispers as he kisses down your jaw. He tilts your head to the left, your jugular exposed. He kisses you there over and over until finally you feel his mouth open wide, his hot breath on your neck. It's quick, the pain. You only feel it for a flash before it's gone and then you feel nothing but ecstacy. You come with a shout, clenching around Eddie's cock and clawing at his back, leaving trails of red on his pale skin. It's like nothing you've felt before, but at the same time you have. You've felt his lips, his tongue, working your clit, sucking your folds, drinking every drop of your juices, and it feels much the same. Devouring you. His tongue lapping up everything, drinking you deep until he's groaning into your flesh.

"Cum inside me, Eddie," you plead, as Eddie's thrusts get sloppier, more frantic. "Please, Eddie."

Eddie pulls off your throat and cums with a shout, burying his face in your shoulder as his cock kicks, his balls emptying inside you in wave after wave.

Eddie stays there as you rub his back. You almost don't want him to pull out. He's tenderly licking your neck, stopping the flow of blood before it ruins your sheets.

"You taste so fucking good," Eddie groans.

"Which? Pussy or blood?"

"Both," he sobs dramatically into your chest. Eddie sits up and smiles at you, licking his lips. His chin is covered in a mix of blood and pussy. It's a little disturbing, but honestly, not as bad as you thought it would be. You shudder when he pulls his softening cock free, feeling his release ooze out.

"Fuck that's a lot of cum," Eddie says in awe. You whine and bat his arm away when he tries to push it back inside.

"S-stop, too much."

Eddie uses the same towel he used earlier to clean the both of you off and washes his face in the bathroom sink and closes your heavy curtains before coming back to you.

"Thank you, honey," he hands you a bottle of water and slides in behind you, pulling you to his chest. "You ok?"

"Just a little sore."

"Thanks for letting me in," Eddie says as he snuggles in closer. "And I don't just mean-"

"I know," you laugh and elbow him in the ribs.

"I want to keep seeing you," he says.

"As friends?"

"Is that what you want?"

You think of Eddie waking around your apartment, being here when you get home from work, reading in bed with him at night, going to Steve's together. It's not going to be easy with his... schedule but,

"No, I want you. I want... us. You drive me crazy, but I like being with you, Eddie. I don't want this to be a one time thing. Or friends with benefits."

You roll over and look at his deep, red eyes.

"Do you want me too, Eddie? For more than just, this," you wave your hand between the two of you.

"Of course I do," Eddie takes your head in his hands and kisses you. "If you said no I'd still come over here and bug the shit outta you until you said yes," he grins.

"Creeping at my window at 2am?"

"Like you weren't up touching yourself waiting for me," Eddie teased, nipping at the tip of your nose. "I saw what you were reading before I came in."

"Oh please," you push at his chest, your face heating. Eddie wobbles, nearly going off the side of your twin. He catches himself, cackling because he's right.

"Next time I come knocking on your window you can give me a show, yeah? Or you could come out with me to Steve's and we can defile his storage closet. Maybe the bathrooms."

"Shut up!" You laugh hitting Eddie's chest as he tugs you close.

"You've thought about it haven't you," Eddie kisses your cheeks, your jaw.

"Don't start, Eddie," you gasp as he licks the tender flesh where he bit you.

"I'm not starting," Eddie shrugs and pushes you onto your back. "I'm continuing. Never said I was done with you."

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🖤🎃 happy halloween!!<<

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[grnherbs]

that's right baby, say my name.

minors dni! nsft & eighteen plus only !

javier peña <3

word count: i have no idea i wrote this out in tumblr, roughly 1k ?

warnings: eighteen plus! hand cuffs, roughness?, degradation, face slapping once, minor tit play, female fingering, name calling, piv, cockwarming?

he presses you up against the wall, hands behind your back and you hear the metallic jingle of handcuffs, feeling them click around your wrists, the cold metal was a shock to the humidity of Colombian heat.

you felt a his face close to yours, hot and his breath went down your back. "you've got me running around this damn city looking for your ass" he whispers in your ear. "y, aquí estas, breakin' into my fuckin house".

he was flushed, jeans hanging low on his hips, barely enough time to have got out of bed and dressed before he had you pinned in your current position. "mi amor, you know better than this," he chastised and you felt his bare chest near your arms from the way he had you.

"javi" you said softly with a faux whine "you're hurting me", to which he responds flatly, with resonance of a chuckle, "you're breaking my fuckin' heart, baby" and he grabs you, hauling you up over his shoulder, carrying you from the kitchen to the lounge, chucking you onto the couch.

"what am i going to do with you?" he rubs his hands over his face, before moving them over his eyes in frustration. he moves down to hold his hand, twisting the rings that lay on his fingers. "what the hell are you even doing here? i could get into so much shit for even seeing you."

you look up, catching his gaze in yours, "javi please, i just had to see you, I've missed you".

he scoffs at this and sits next to you with a sigh, "missed me have you, cariño?" he turns his face to look at you once more, muttering under his breath "fuckin' missed me...".

the silence fills the room and he groans, like he's fighting with himself. eventually he speaks up to your surprise. "a la mierda.." you look up in surprise at this and his lips are latched onto yours, to which you let out a shocked moan, pushing back against him.

he reaches round you to undo the cuffs, but grabs your arms before you can move them to pin them beside your head. deepening the kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth and he lets out another moan, his body pressed to yours.

eventually he pulls away and he grabs you, sitting you on his lap, leg each side of his, and you feel his hard on pressing into you. he takes his hand and trails it up your body from your legs, to your stomach, kissing and sucking on your neck as he does, his hand reaches up and he squeezes your tits, playing with the nipple, evident through your thin shirt.

you grind downwards onto him, your skirt flayed out, thin underwear and denim barely stopping the sensation it sends through you and him. his hand comes up to rest on your jaw and he pulls it back, slapping you round the face gently, just to surprise you.

"still like it rough from me huh?" he acknowledges your moan to it. "una sucia puta" he pulls you up, pulling your skirt down and lifting your shirt over your head before grinding you back down onto him. he takes you in fully, eyes raking your body in everyway.

kissing your tits again, he sucks on them, and you feel yourself getting wetter by the second. "please javi, i need you". he lets out another dark chuckle at this "oh baby, what do you need?" he teases, grinding up into you again.

"you, baby, please" and he nods, leaning you down onto the couch, so you're body in under him, he rips off your underwear, running his finger up your cunt, collecting the wetness and rubbing it onto your clit, making your legs jolt. he moves his finger down, playing with your entrance, before placing a finger inside you, smirking at your moan, as you grip his neck.

"oh buena chica, my angel" he teased, moving it in and out at a steady pace, adoring the way your body moved under his and he sees your hands working their way down his own body, unzipping the fly on his jeans, and moving your hand into them, over his boxers to cup his hard cock, bucking into your hand.

he removes his finger, much to your dismay, standing up and kicking his jeans and boxers off at once, standing over you and stroking his cock, he looked beautiful, and for a second you'd thought you had died, taking in the sight. he smiled at your reaction, leaning down to kiss you, clambering on top of you.

you reach up to run your hands through his hair and he looks at you with adoration. "my beautiful girl" he kisses you softly, distracting you from the feeling of his cock lining up with you. without warning he thrusts into you. both of you letting out a moan at the feeling. "ah mierda, so .. fucking tight" he buried his head into your shoulder and you scratch up his back, getting used to the small burn of the stretch.

looking up and into your eyes, you nodded to him and he propped himself up on once arm, beginning to rock into you, the feeling overwhelming you both. he was always so hard for you, "cmon baby, wanna hear you" he encourages and you begin to moan out for him.

"javi please, just use me" you blurt out and he obliged, rocking back and forth into you, his hips rolling to meet yours hitting every spot just perfectly, practically made for you. "javi, please you feel so fucking good" and he groans into your ear.

"thats it baby, say my name, tell everyone whose cock you're crying for huh?" he strokes your hair, before moving his hand down to play with your clit, sending a near electric pulse through your body, having you moaning his name so loudly, you were sure to have woken the neighbours up "that's right mi cariño, say it, say my name when you cum"

he knew your body like the back of his hand now and he felt you clenching round him, the feeling was perfect and the next thing you knew was heat as you release finally, soaking his cock with yourself "ah! javi, fuck"

he stutters out a moan, following closely behind you, his body collapsing gently on you, cock still nestled warmly inside. he places a kiss to your forehead.

"god, you're gonna be the death of me"

#pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal smut #pedro pascal imagine #javier pena headcanon #javier pena smut #javier pena imagine #javier peña smut #javier peña imagine #narcos imagine #narcos smut #narcos

[chosokamosbf]

𝕳𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖞 𝕬𝖈𝖈𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖘.

☆ 18+ only/no minors. | dick grayson x male! reader.

SUMMARY: a nsft fic about the daddy kink dick was trying to hide accidentally slipping in mid-session with his partner. WARNINGs: 18+, dom! male! reader, sub! dick, (accidental) daddy kink, anal, (minor, on dick's end) anxiety. WORD COUNT: 700+ NOTEs: second person & no plot. this insert is more "cocky" personality wise. [no terms and no pronouns used to refer to the insert/reader.]

"Fuck, you sound so pretty, songbird." He isn't given much of a chance to respond, as every thought that could be keeps going hazy with each stroke from the slow, precise pace between his legs. Moans cascade through the room with every thrust of your hips against his.

But, through his own desperation, he manages to mumble out, "Sh–shut up."

All bite is replaced by laughter, wrecked by a lack of air. A quiet, choked noise that reverberates off the walls with the sound of skin on skin.

His legs are wrapped around your waist, fingers tangled in hair, while the other is barely holding back from drawing its nails down over your back. The embrace is slick from the sweat enveloping the both of you, the palm of Dick's hand gently massaging the back of your neck. Kisses through panted breath trail across the jaw to the side of your face before broken groans reach your ear just as easily as the creaking of the bed.

You move a hand down to his ass and start pulling him into you a little with each stroke. The flurry of sensations added by the new pressure has Dick reeling back into the mattress, done even bothering to hold himself up anymore, just for you to lay your full weight on him.

You grip him a little tighter, and he meets you with a kiss, as gentle as he can with the unintentional bumping of teeth, to match. Your tongue pushes and slides over his, eliciting more.

It's only getting deeper, and he takes every inch while pinned down without complaint. For once, memories buried deep into the corners of his constant, racing thoughts aren't taking the forefront of the situation—ruining it all, and now his head altogether is getting fuzzier by the second under the heft and size of the one fucking into his messy hole.

His breath grows heavier as he moans your name.

Fucking into him, giving him everything, with your hand reaching down to grip his hip to pull him up into each downward thrust, he can't think of anything but the truth when you finally speak up again, "You love this dick?" 

It comes easily: "Daddyy—feels so fuc–so fucking good, please don’t stop."

It's hard to hear the scoff through his own heavy breathing. "You forget who’s fucking you?"

Much to his dismay, you slow into deep strokes, curling yourself over him and snaking your hand under his jaw to pull his face up and hear him more clearly. Your voice is right next to his ear.

"What did you just call me?"

Truthfully, he isn't even sure what you're talking about. The things that come out of his mouth when you're on top are not conscious. Most of the time, he just ends up embarrassing himself with the incoherent whines forced out despite any reassurance given. The hell did he say? Oh shit, did he use somebody else’s name? He wouldn’t do that—no, it couldn’t have been that, so what the fuck did he say?

You roll over into Dick's again, keeping in place to pound at that tender area in deep that gets him to whimper. Like clockwork, the word is knocked loose again.

"Daddy—"

In an instant, the pure terror draws in, and he's finally thinking with his actual head again.

His daddy kink is a dirty little secret better left in the dark (in his professional opinion.) So, he's never mentioned it—how he'd refer to you as that when he'd touch himself, all alone and hushed, mewling it to the image of you he'd conjure up in his head to push himself over the edge.

A title he knows holds too much weight—something he's definitely going to be judged for. And so, he's quick to apologize.

"Huh? Noooo… shit, sorry." Your chest gets pressed up against his, and then he's burying his face into your shoulder to close the rest of the space, his arms coming around over your back to feel the warmth he just might lose. "I'm so—sorry, I didn't—just—I love you—"

"It's okay." It's said so softly that it almost slipped by without notice. His heartbeat stops its rapid spike while you go on, and he can breathe.

"Say it again."

#dick grayson #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x male reader #dick grayson smut #male reader #dom reader #mine #dc comics #daddy kink tw #ok . that's enough tags. soooorry

[darleuxox]

soft & tender. ☆ aemond targaryen x fem!velaryon!reader smut

key masterlist ✦ hotd masterlist ✦ intro

warnings: 18+ (no minors i stg) nsft, overstimulation, voyeurism, implied breeding kink, cursing, jealous aemond, possessive aemond, a little bit rough, dysfunctional family dinner, premeditated murder, jace suffers greatly

summary: your betrothed expects his patience to be rewarded, one way or another. watching you dance with someone he loathes feels like the opposite.

word count: 2,012

a/n: r is a velaryon but not related to aemond through blood. aemond you crazy bitch!! sorry if there are errors, i’m still getting used to writing smut. thank you so much for the request @duhitzdae , i hope you like it!

Aemond was tempted to smash his brother’s skull in with his empty wine glass if he had to endure one more minute of his jesting. It felt so foolish to the prince, wasting precious seconds that could be spent with you on people so tawdry in comparison. It wasn’t often that your families indulged in social gatherings, and he had little hope there’d be another time like this in the near future. Although Aemond truly wished it could be under better circumstances that didn’t involve your uncle’s demise, there was literally no time like the present. For too long had the second-born prince endured endless torturous nights dreaming of caressing your soft skin, and laying in your divine arms. He dreamt of venturing through your personage in places he’d kill another man for thinking of. But there was no need to worry about the ladder, your aunt Lady Rhaenys approving of your new engagement with the prince once he asked for your hand. All that was left was to announce your good tidings at this wretched dinner.

Beneath the table his fists clenched in his lap, tension beginning to overflow when yet another servant came through the door. You and your niece Baela were caught up in something with Rhaenys, making the two of you the last guests to arrive. Your time with the prince was often limited to dragon rides somewhere far and secluded from Kings Landing and Driftmark, on the rare occasion that you both had entirely tended to your respective duties. Aemond adored those moments with you, adrenalized and invigorated from flying on Vhagar with you in his arms. In the meantime, all he could enjoy were your letters that carried just enough of your rose perfume for him to imagine you there.

The two grand doors swung open, guards clearing the way for you and Baela to enter.

“There you two are!” Rhaenyra exclaimed, putting her grievances with the Queen aside, “Come sit with us.”

Aemond’s smile swiftly fell as your older brother-in-law, Daemon pulled out a chair for you, right between Jacaerys and Baela.

“It’s a joy to see you again, Y/N and Baela,” Alicent said hospitably. “Rhaenys tells me you’ve both been a great help at Driftmark,” Her smile dropped awkwardly, “And my condolences to your late uncle. What happened earlier was… unfortunate, to say the least.”

“Thank you, my queen,” You replied, your smile warm, “I’m happy to see you and your family in good spirits.” Aemond’s violet eye remained glued on you, softening when you took a moment to beam at him. Whoever thought all angels had wings was surely wrong in Aemond’s book.

Even when your attention shifted towards catching up with Rhaena, the prince basked in your vision. You wore a shoulderless obsidian gown with a cascading neckline that hinted at something delicious beneath. The dim light of the dining hall did no disservice to your beauty, your eyes twinkling as if stars lay beneath them. Aemond was barely listening to a word his grandfather was saying when you suddenly stood up.

Seeing Jace’s hand hold yours was equivalent to watching idly by as you clutched scolding hot coals in Aemond’s mind. He sat up a bit straighter with his jaw clenched and his expression cold but deadly, time moving slow while you began to dance with his nephew.

“Aemond? Don’t you agree with your mother?” Otto asked a little louder.

“...Mhm,” Aemond muttered, stabbing his fork into the steak violently.

First, he’d gain retribution by blinding the young man, so he’d never look at you so sweetly again. How could you be so foolish? Dancing with another man in front of one who deserved you far more. Then Aemond would cut off his right hand, the one placed far too close to your hip. No, No, No – The prince screamed internally, don’t laugh with Jace like that. Finally, Aemond thought, his temptations bloodthirsty, he’d sever Jacery’s Targaryen’s legs. He can’t dance with you again without them.

Once you finally sat down, Jace remained standing, lifting his cup looking triumphant.

“I’d like to make an announcement,” Jace said, “Although Lady Rhaenys could not join us tonight,” he paused, “There is a matter our families have been discussing for a long time coming. I intend to take Lady Y/N’s hand in marriage.”

Judging from your wide eyes, you were in the dark about this. Aemond was ready to weaponize his cutting knife when a servant barged in front of him, presenting a horribly timed and placed meal. Silence suffocated the room except for Lucerys’ giggling. The boy stopped when he heard a startling clang from the other side of the table, where Aemond had stabbed the table hard. Smiling wickedly at Lucerys, Aemond abruptly stood and looked towards Jace.

“I’m terribly sorry, nephew,” Aemond said, “But Rhaenys promised me Y/N’s hand earlier today, actually.”

“Aemond! Why didn’t you tell me?” Alicent exclaimed.

“I,” Aemond proclaimed, overflowing with arrogance, “Wanted it to be a surprise, mother.” He looked directly at Jace, his smile wide but his eye malicious.

“But fret not, you should have no troubles finding another suitor,” Aemond exclaimed, “For Jace, you have grown into a handsome, intelligent…” He looked at his mother, who wanted to die from embarrassment. “Strong man. Haven’t you?”

“Take that back,” Jace growled, looking furious.

“Aemond - stop this at once,” Alicent sternly pleaded with her son.

“I don’t see the problem, mother. I was only assuring my nephew that he’ll find love elsewhere,” Aemond said, “Away from Y/N.”

When Jace tried to lunge at Aemond, the prince pushed him down like nothing. If his family hadn’t intervened, Aemond would’ve beaten Jace into a pulp.

“Aemond!” Otto boomed, “That’s enough. Head to your quarters.”

“...Fine,” Aemond relented, “As long as my lady accompanies me.”

“This is where we’ll be staying.”

You crossed your arms, looking up at him with a frown, “What about your bedroom?”

Aemond gave you a smug little smile, towering over you as he took a step closer and placed a hand on your cheek. his breathing was heavy and staggered, and you could feel his warm breath against your face. “It’s not close enough for Jace to hear.”

You let out a gasp, and you couldn’t tell if it was from disgust or arousal. “Aemond…”

“Mhm,” your betrothed mumbled, burying his face into the crook of your neck while wrapping his arms tightly around your waist. He pulled you in so close you could feel his fingers digging into your flesh. “I’ve wanted to touch you for so long,” he breathed out, “Only for that bastard to do it first.”

Aemond began to press painstakingly light kisses down your neck, having your body shiver at the ghost of his lips.

“If you’re going to kiss me, just do it already,” you giggled, fingers tugging at his platinum locks.

Aemond pulled away from your neck with a boyish smile, “Oh my love,” he chuckled, “I can’t touch you properly if you don’t tell me what you want.”

You wouldn’t have given in so quickly to his possessive urges on any other day, but you knew what you were getting into when you flirted with Jacerys.

Goosebumps invaded your flesh as he removed your nightgown, letting it slide helplessly to the floor. His fingers slid down the sides of your body, stopping at your hips before abruptly lifting you up in a princess hold. “Aemond!” you squeaked, growing dizzy as he gently laid you on the bed.

Kneeling above you, Aemond’s determined expression softened as he admired your body. “You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen,” he told you, his hands moving to hover above your chest.

Your breath hitched when aemond began to play with your perk nipples, rubbing circles torturously slow onto each nub, often taking a moment to squeeze your breasts with his slender hands.

“So soft,” Aemond muttered in rapture. The room would be silent without your heavy breathing, at least until you released a breathy moan when he began to suck on your tit.

“Oh my god,” you moaned, your hands gripping onto his shoulders.

Aemond was delighted to touch you again, but he needed more for his plan to work. Getting impatient, he used one hand to steady himself as the other one danced on the skin surrounding your pussy. You moaned when he massaged your clit, until he suddenly stopped.

“Aemond!” you whined. He simply unlatched his mouth from your nipple and looked at you innocently.

“If you want something,” Aemond tutted, one hand hovering above your aching clit while the other caressed your lip, “You must tell me what you want, and how much you want it.”

“I want you inside of me,” you begged, “I need you to fuck me.”

“When I needed to fuck you, you were dancing with him,” Aemond said coldly, grabbing your face to look into your eyes, “He’ll know his place when he hears you screaming my name. but first, you need to know yours.”

Aemond became animalistic. Once his patience wore out so did you, panting and moaning loudly as he continued to viciously eat you out as he had done for the past hour. He moved you so your ass was in the air, face pressed flush against the pillow. Not even that could muffle your voice.

“Too much,” you cried, hands clutching at the sheets tightly.

“Just one more. I promise. You want me to fuck you?” Aemond panted out, “Then say it.” He slapped your ass, grabbing hold of your cheeks as he shoved his tongue deeper down your throbbing cunt.

“I want you to fuck me Aemond!”

“Good girl, keep begging,” Aemond moaned, “They should be done with dinner soon. If you like Jace so much give him a taste of what he’s missing, hm?”

After bidding his mother goodnight, Jace tiredly trekked to his room. There must be something he could do, he thought desperately. You’ve been a best friend of his since childhood, and he refused to lose you to his devious uncle. Jace clenched his fist, growing angrier with every step. Maybe a duel would be in order-

“Fuck yes!”

Jace approached the door of his room, his cheeks red and eyes wide. It took the young lord a moment to recognize your voice.

“Gonna fill you up again and again,” Aemond growled into your ear, hands digging into your hips as you continued to bounce, “You’ll still feel it when you see him again,” he snarled, “And you’ll feel it whenever another grubby man puts his hands on you.”

“Yes, yes, yes-“ you blubbered, tears streaming down your cheeks while your head rested on his shoulder, “Just like that!” you sobbed out when he hit your g-spot yet another time tonight.

“Scream my name,” Aemond demanded, pulling you from his neck to look into your teary eyes.

“A-aemond!”

“Louder!”

The Velaryon boy was horribly torn between breaking the door down and beating aemond into a pulp and listening to that delectable voice of yours. He’d thought of fucking you before but now it was all he could think about as he lay in bed alone.

“I’m getting close,” you moaned frantically, hips crashing into his harder and faster.

“I… I think I’m getting close too,” Aemond groaned, “Don’t cum yet.”

He yanked your hair back, forcing you to look at him, “Look at me. Don’t. Cum. Yet.”

It was difficult when your eyes were teary and fluttering from the overstimulation, but you tried your best. In a moment of boldness, your hands slid beneath the straps of his eye patch, gently removing it to reveal his sapphire eye. With anyone else, Aemond would’ve been furious. But knowing just how much you loved him, bought a tender aspect to such rough lovemaking. Pleasure began to swirl in your stomach more and more, finally exploding once he came in you. You both moaned in tandem, his hands gripping your hips as if to ensure not a drop of his seed went awry.

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[jayjay-thejet-plane]

I GIVE UP the twitter link was only working for those who have the app… so im risking it and just posting it here😶

This is a nsft continuation of my wincest homework help comic, sketches (at the end) and musings under the cut😎

(warning for some VERY nsfw thoughts and power bottom dean lol)

snek pek:

(this sam is at the end of gr 12 and is 18, and this is definitely not the first time theyve had… relations)

After every question dean does something like kiss sam or mouth at his neck etc. but then at some point the reward is moving them to a bedroom, next question sam gets pushed to lay down on the bed, next dean sits in his lap, but when sam goes to put his hands on his brothers waist dean grabs sams wrists “nuh uh sammy, you have to earn that, be a good boy and keep your hands up here and dont move unless i say you can” and pushes sams hands up so theyre crossed above his head on the bed.

(Sam reacts VERY well to being called good boy)

Now dean rewards each correct answer by taking one article of clothing off of either himself or sam, interspersing the stripping with things like licking up sams chest, pinching a nipple (either sams or his own lol), grinding down on sam, biting his earlobe, sucking on sams tongue for a moment etc. as rewards.

Sam is having an incredibly hard time focusing of course and theyre both rock hard from all the teasing by the time theyre naked.

Deans starts prepping himself then, turned around so sam gets an eyeful without being able to touch. Inbetween adding fingers (as rewards of course) dean does things like licking a stripe up sams cock, sucking a hickey into his inner thigh, biting at his hipbone etc. until hes ready and then sits on sams dick (or just puts the tip in maybe?) for the next reward

(could also have dean let sam suck his cock for a bit as rewards before the prepping🤔 dean just holding the tip on sams lips while gripping his hair with one hand and holding the cue cards in the other between questions and rocking back and forth into sams mouth or just letting him suck on the tip for the rewards. Sam is looking just totally blissed out, barely able to answer the questions, eyes unfocused and of course still not touching dean at all or moving without permission))

ANYWAYS now dean is almost through the cue cards and is just sitting on sams dick, maybe slowly rising and dropping himself a couple times as rewards until the last question, he tells sam that hes allowed to move if he gets it right. Sam does get it right of course and as soon as he is allowed to move he snaps, super wound up from all the teasing and flips them over to fuck his brother before dean can finish saying “good boy”😎

Sketches are of that last bit, plez enjoy😈

#jaydraws #jaydrawstastyart #wincest #samdean #wincest fanart

[anyon-else]

— how they sleep w/ gojo satoru, sukuna ryomen, choso, toji fushiguro, nanami kento – main masterlist

— warnings: nsft! (minors dni), smut, fingering, cockwarming, oral (f receiving), riding

GOJO SATORU | the big spoon

he likes being the big spoon simply because he likes to use those lanky limbs to pull you as close as possible.

sometimes he'll just wrap his arms around you and hug you close, the epitome of the big spoon.

however, sometimes when he's feeling especially clingy, he'll throw a leg over you or hook his foot around your ankles to force your legs between his. he just likes being all tangled up with you, and he likes the feeling of your body fitting perfectly against his.

this position also gives him great access.

he loves when both of you wake up all sleepy and he can just reach down and play with your clit or stuff you full of his fingers. lazy morning sex is his jam, he can't get enough of it.

sometimes you try to move and face him so you can make him feel good too, but he'll just tighten his grip on you so that your back stays pressed tight to his chest, claiming that he likes having you this close while he feels you come around his fingers.

he also likes that he can whisper right into your ear, and it's always something like "mm, sound so pretty. gonna come just from this? i've barely even started." PLEASE i love him

SUKUNA RYOMEN | chest to chest

there's a couple of reasons for this. first, he likes that you're completely at his mercy while you sleep. you're pretty much trapped with the way his arms circle around you. deep down, he just likes being trusted so deeply.

he also likes that you know he could keep your safe. you don't need to have your arms free, and you don't need to be able to see your surroundings because he's there, and he can take care of anything that dares enter your home.

the main reason, though, is because he can relax at night with your warm walls wrapped around his cock.

cockwarming is his jam. if he's feeling generous, he'll rub your clit and suck dark bruises into your neck and chest until you come, but most nights he'll just make you sit there and take what he's willing to give.

CHOSO | the little spoon

choso loves the feeling of being hugged, and if he can have that feeling all night long? sign him up.

he honestly doesn't even need that much sleep, but he'll sleep as much as you do just so you can spoon him. he loves it when you run your fingers over his arms, chest, stomach, literally anywhere you can reach. just always be touching him and he's a happy man.

every now and then after you both wake up, he'll enjoy it if you stay in that position while you wrap a hand around his dick, slowly bringing him to his climax. choso is so soft and mushy for you in the morning, so if you say that you want to please him, he'll like press further back against you and guide your hand down.

most times though, he just wants to please you. if he dies between your thighs he can die happy.

sit on his face. he can't get enough of that shit. in the morning you're both pretty slow and languid with your movements, so he'll take his time with you. could spend hours beneath you if you didn't have to get out of bed and face the day.

TOJI FUSHIGURO | just lay directly on top of him

he loves it so much. he loves to just feel all of your body weight on him, you become like his own personal blanket. and he can squeeze your ass. it's perfect.

he's always liked sleeping on his back, but he also wants as much contact as possible, so the first time you slept together he literally man-handled you until you were completely on top of him, and then settled in looking like the happiest motherfucker in the world.

waking up to you on top of him is his favorite. loves loves loves when you ride him in the morning. he can just barely open his eyes, and he's still exhausted in the morning, but he forces himself to be alert enough that he can watch you fuck yourself on his cock.

literally just wake him up with a kiss and then surprise him with morning sex, you'll have him wrapped around you finger.

#i've only written smut once so i hope this isn't cringe LMAO #if it is sorry #and feel free to tell me #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #sukuna ryomen #sukuna ryomen x reader #sukuna ryomen x you #choso x reader #choso x you #choso kamo #choso kamo x reader #choso kamo x you #toji x reader #toji x you #toji fushiguro #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro x you #jjk #emwrites #nsft

[violettduchess]

Hello hello!!

May I request Cyran // courage // Gangster AU? ^^

A/N: My entry for the Wish Upon an Aide CC hosted by the wonderful @lorei-writes and @wordycheeseblob

Cyran x Reader, Gangster AU; Prompt: Courage

I went a less obvious route with the prompt. It's not exactly nsft but it is suggestive. A kind of follow up to this Cyran Gangster fic.

WC: ~1k

In order for there to be courage, there must be fear. Darkness needs light to exist, light cannot shine without darkness. They are intertwined, interconnected, essential to one another like the moon and the tide, like oxygen and life.

In the shadows of your bedroom, the glow from the neon sign across the street slides its way through the blinds, bathes your skin in red. 

Red means danger. 

It means warning.

It means stop. 

But Cyran couldn't stop now, not for all the money in the world. His hands travel down the smooth plane of your waist, slide across the round curves of your hips. It is a road he has only traveled once before but one he has never, ever forgotten. He feels the pressure of your arms around his neck, the way your fingers curl into the ends of his hair. More red.

His mouth follows the pulse in the side of your neck. He presses his tongue flat against it, then sucks hard. The sound you make should be illegal. It fogs his mind with desire, smothers the rational thought that thrives in the cold light of day.

Being the doctor they call, you are already in too deep with The Organization. No good can come of dragging you selfishly deeper, through the unpredictable danger of his job, under the waves of fear and anxiety that every assignment floods him with. He is certain that being with him will bring you nothing but heartache. 

And yet……how can he stop an avalanche’s momentum? How can he push back the tide? How can he stop drinking in the taste of your lips? Stop drowning in your breathless whisper of his name?

He is a criminal, one who walks the opaque fog between right and wrong....but with you, everything becomes crystal-clear.

And he is not strong enough to deny what his body and soul so loudly cry for.

Cyran’s hands have divested you of all clothing. Only the golden rose necklace they gave you lays against your skin. He sweeps it aside, pressing a line of desperate kisses across your collarbone, first one, then the other.

He walks you backwards towards your bed, his clothing falling like flower petals along the way until he is as bare as you. When the back of your knees bumps into the mattress, you pause to drink in the sight of him, disheveled and alight with desire, his broad chest rising and falling with each labored breath.

God, is he beautiful. All sculpted muscle. Powerful lines. You unconsciously bite down on your lower lip as your fingertips trace the Rhodolitian rose tattooed on his shoulder. Unlike some of the other gang members, his rose is not blood red, but has been rendered in shades of gray. You follow the line of the petals, then glide down over the curved stem lined with sharp thorns. In reality, they would have torn your fingers to shreds. But right now, all you feel is warm skin. All you feel is him.

He can’t take the sight of your lip between your teeth. He wants it for himself. Surging forward, he kisses you and you fall back onto the bed, your body catching fire, your heart aflame.

The neon sign has blinked out, replaced by the pale yellow of early morning sunlight. Cyran is sound asleep, his red hair a bright spot among your white pillows. Propped up on one elbow, you watch him as he sleeps. You haven’t been able to tear your gaze away since you woke up, your body heavy with satisfaction, sore with the remnants of last night’s storm.

His face is softer now, carrying none of the hard, concentrated lines of responsibility, duty. He is at ease, for once, lost in the clouds of dreaming. He looks younger somehow. Almost innocent. You allow yourself the luxury of staring, of gazing at the line of his jaw, covered in stubble, the slope of his neck down to his broad shoulders. You notice the small crescent-moon marks there, the ones from your fingers as they clutched him, held him tightly against your body. A smile ghosts across your lips.

You follow the relaxed surface of his bare chest down to where your bed sheets are draped modestly over his hips. One long leg, bent at the knee, sticks out from the covers and you're struck by an overwhelming wave of emotion, something warm and bright that sends your heart into a gentle swoon.

Wanting him. Dare you even think….loving him…..is dangerous. You know it. There are a hundred reasons why falling for him is nothing but jagged peril, a treacherous road you should not walk. 

But the way he rasped your name is still ringing in your ears.

Your fingers remember the grip of his own when they intertwine with yours.

You know the way his body feels against you. It is now written across your heart like a swathe of stars in the night sky, burned into your skin like a brand.

He sighs in his sleep, shifting to roll onto his side, and a lock of red hair falls across his forehead. You reach out instinctively to brush it away and something inside you is kindled, like a forge slowly coming to life. 

Yes, it is risky to give yourself over to what you are feeling, to fight for a place in his heart and life. 

But you are brave. 

Your hand gently cups the side of his face and your heart sinks into the flame of the forge, becoming something strong, a sword to face the danger, a light to wield in the dark. Courage and determination flow through your veins as mightily as desire had just a few short hours ago.

Cyran is worth loving. He is worth every twist and turn if only for the feel of him under your palm, the light in his eyes as they flutter open and see you, his slow, sleepy, unburdened smile.

“Good morning,” you murmur, leaning down even as he reaches for you, a kiss already waiting on his lips.

This is worth all your courage. This will be your light.

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[jadedrrose]

Fascination

Rewatching Punk Hazard and now I’m obsessed with Law’s hands even more….. so I wrote this

Warnings: nsft, fem reader

You always think of yourself as being so subtle, secretly doing things that you keep to yourself. That you can try to discreetly stare at things and assume you won’t get caught. 

Oh, but how wrong you are.

Law knows. He sees the way your eyes naturally flick over to watch his hand as he writes in his various notebooks. The way you stare in awe when he uses his devil fruit powers, a tint of blush just barely visible appears on your face when he curls his index and middle fingers inward. How you practically drool at the sight of him doing just about anything with them. 

And it’s quite amusing, actually. He lets you think that he’s none the wiser to your fascination over them, purposely doing certain movements or flexing his fingers within your line of sight. He’ll even go as far as licking his fingers clean after meals, “accidentally” making eye contact with you and raising an eyebrow every time. And every time you become a flustered mess, excusing it as him “being childish, licking his fingers”. But he knows you’re lying through your teeth, as not even five minutes later, you’re using your thumb to wipe a smudge of your dessert off your chin, quickly swiping it between your lips to clean up. 

Law decides that tonight, he’ll indulge in your new obsession. Just to work you up, he’d been indirectly getting you to look at his hands, “y/n-ya, look at this,” he’d say, holding out a random object. “Do you think I need a touch-up?” He’d question, waving his hand by your face for you to examine the tattoos that he knows for damn sure haven’t faded in the slightest.

He’ll touch you, subtly. Holding your chin between his fingers, grazing them along your arms and thighs occasionally. It’s all part of the plan to build up that tension, that he knows will leave you desperate.

But now you’re in bed, fast asleep. Only, Law lets out a ‘tch’ at the sight of you when he steps inside the room, locking the door behind him.

The sheets are pushed up nearly all the way, indicating you hadn’t exactly meant to fall asleep, especially with how exposed you were.

You lay with your legs spread just enough that you could touch yourself, Your usual pajama shorts were thrown on the floor beside the bed, leaving you in nothing but one of Law’s thin tank tops and your soaked panties. 

The real giveaway was your hand which lay by your side, still wet with your own slick. Was that how desperate you were? That you’d passed out while pleasing yourself? Law sighs but smirks too, knowing his actions throughout the day definitely left the effect on you that he’d been hoping for.

He throws his hoodie to the desk chair, kicking his shoes off and leaving them at the base of the bed. Law gets in with you, hovering his body over yours as he watches you, an idea coming to mind. Leaning on his left arm, he gently touches the fingers on his right hand across your lips, testing to see if you’d awaken yet.

But you don’t, not even a change in expression as you continue to sleep, entirely unaware of what’s happening. So Law goes further, pressing onto your lips just barely, carefully pushing past them to dip two of his fingers in your mouth. He’s only got the tips in, but Law quickly figures out he’s enjoying this just as much as you would have, had you been conscious. A low, whispered chuckle leaves his throat as he pushes his fingers in deeper, watching the way the letters E and A disappear behind your soft lips. 

Finally, you begin to stir. He feels the way you’re nearly sucking on his fingers, your tongue twitching beneath them as your facial expression begins to shift. 

Slowly, your eyes flutter open, and you try to open your mouth, only to find two of Law’s fingers taking up space within it. Your eyes widen, and you look around with alarm as you start to realize that you’d fallen asleep just after soaking your fingers in your cunt. 

“Such a dirty girl,” Law starts, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine, “got so turned on by my fingers that you had to touch yourself?” 

You feel your still soaked cunt throb at his words, and without thinking, you close your lips around his fingers and run your hot, wet tongue around them. 

“I bet you wished you could’ve had these fingers fucking you, yeah? We both know yours don’t feel the same.”

You slowly nod, hollowing your cheeks as you suck on his skin, still rolling your tongue around him. 

Without any warning, Law shifts himself to kneel above you, his left hand pressing flat against your wet panties. “And still, you're so obsessed that you managed to soak through these. You could’ve just told me, y/n.”

Law’s left hand slips past your panties, fingers meeting your cunt, skin coming into contact with the slick of your pussy’s lips.

“How about I finger you from both sides, hm? Give you both the things you’re desperate for.”

You moan around his fingers, and Law lets out another deep chuckle in response. 

Two fingers slip into your cunt, scissoring within you and rubbing along your walls. As he does this, Law adds a third finger to your mouth, and begins pushing down on your tongue. 

“You wanna choke on my fingers while you cum? That what you want?”

You nod, trying to open your mouth for air. Law pushes his fingers in further, causing you to gag on them and let out gurgled whines. 

Drool slips out of your mouth and onto his knuckles, dripping down to the palm of his hand. He presses on your tongue again, only further within your mouth this time. All the while, his left hand is becoming soaked with your juices, his fingers within you fucking you at a slow pace, occasionally spreading them apart to stretch you, little by little. 

A third finger is inserted into your cunt, and you moan again, more saliva slipping out of your mouth and onto Law’s soaked hand. He tried to fuck your mouth the same way he fucks your pussy, and you can’t seem to control yourself as you start bucking your hips up, opening your mouth wider so Law can add another finger into your mouth. 

With all but his thumb now in you, lips barely closed around his fingers, Law begins doing his best to choke you with them. Your hips are shaking as you try fucking yourself on his hand, and you let out muffled cries with every movement in your cunt.

Law came into this amused, doing this to degrade you and make you melt for him. But now he can’t help but rut the tight bulge within his jeans against your upper leg, and small gasps fall from his mouth, knowing he’s going to cum untouched if you keep writhing around his fingers, moaning as you choke on them.

Your pussy clenches down hard around his three fingers, and you bite down on the four in your mouth as you start gushing, juices spilling out from your pussy as you cream around his fingers.

The desperate moans that try to slip past your wet lips push Law over the edge, and he lets out a whimper as he thrusts up, rubbing his clothed cock on your leg. He’s pathetic, cumming in his pants from you sucking on his fingers. Despite the embarrassment, he continues humping into your thigh, little moans slipping past his lips as he comes down from his high.

You finally stop moving, falling limp underneath him. Your body is still trembling, though. Law pulls his fingers out of your cunt, and carefully removes his right hand from your bite. 

The hand that isn’t soaked with your cum is red with bite marks, completely soaked with your spit. Law turns his hand slowly, examining it and deciding he enjoyed this far more than he expected to.

And just before you can fall asleep again, Law makes eye contact with you as he takes the hand that had been in your cunt up to his mouth, licking your juices off his fingers with a smirk, making a show out of it for you. 

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[cognitosclowns]

Genuinely thinking about getting tag teamed by Myc and Andre. Or Myc laying one of their tentacles on readers head, and reader just grabs it and starts playing with it, completely unaware that it’s actually an erroneous zone. They’re just messing with it and Myc is going through a very interesting time.

EEEHEHEHE >:) <3333 ok this is an old ask but the idea of getting Tag Teamed by Myc and Andre is WRACKING my brain rn. so. IM GONNA RUN W/ THAT <3333 TYSM TYSM TYSM-

NSFT!!! minors go away!! Possible tw for Drugs (Myc and his Weird Psychoactive Gunk)

GRGRKGKRKG,,,, options,,, choices,, hgrnurngunrnrugnrungung p e n i s

oh so they’re gonna corrupt you

THEY’RE GONNA CORRUPT YOU SO BAD!!!! WORSE THAN YOU EVER COULD HAVE POSSIBLY IMAGINED!!!

I feel like getting tag-teamed by them is almost inevitable if you’re getting w/ one of them. They’re sort of a package deal. Bare minimum, it’ll be suggested over coffee once or twice

it usually starts out as,, just one of them??

individually they are such GRABBY BASTARD SMDSND + they’re literally ready to fuck,, whenever.

this does mean that if one of them catches you two fucking, the other one will ABSOLUTELY JOIN IN <333 COME ON

HM LETS SEE

Handcuffs aren't necessary when one of your fuck buddies has 6 arms <3

TRULY IF YOU WANNA BE PINNED, MYC WILL HAVE NO TROUBLE. 

It’s easy for most people to forget, but his tentacles are strong. Rope strong. He could keep you pinned in any manner of positions for a senselessly long time without breaking a sweat.

You need your legs up, so that Andre can get that One Specific Angle that turns your brain into jelly? ‘Don’t worry babe, I’ve got ya covered’

OR EVEN. LIKE.

Two tentacles for the arms, two for the legs, two for any assorted holes that Andre may be incapable of filling <3 or even just if,, he wants to get you extra squirmy. You can take two, right?

It’s also super efficient bc. Yeah Andre fucks kinda sloppy, and has a tendency to accidentally move y’all around with his thrusting. (mm. you’ve accidentally bumped your skull on the headboard a few times MNSDMS)

SO!! It’s nice to have Myc there to,, keep you two stuck in place <3 

ALSO TANGENT BUT. Two things I feel like Myc would love is :

Stuffing one of his tentacles in there w/ his dick, along with some comment about how ‘maybe if his dick wasn’t so scrawny, I wouldn’t have to ;)’

Wrapping a tentacle or two around Andre’s hips, and fucking you for him. This is especially good when Andre starts losing energy <3 Myc can easy hold his wiry ass up, so he basically just uses him as a Very Loud, Giggling Dildo <333

ALSO THESE BOYS ARE INCAPABLE OF SHUTTING UP

Each individually is extremely vocal + chatty during sex. Both of them combined is torment (affectionate)

They’re absolutely shameless. Any comments that come to the surface will be said. 

Also don’t be surprised if they pull some ''Good-Cop-Bad-Cop'' shit, with one of them degrading you and the other praising you.

Laying against Andre's body, feeling his hands dig into your thighs to keep you still, while Myc tests the limit of just how stretchy human holes are?? Your poor cock-addled brain is gonna be absolutely flooded with their rambling.

It's all very 'Je-sus, aren't you an overachiever. Three deep and you're still lookin' for more, huh?'

'aww hehe, look at how well they’re doing!

'Aw, you're always spoiling em! If they can get a fourth one in, then maybe we can start talkin' about 'good' '

etc, etc, ad nauseum, carpet diem, you get the drill. They're little bastards who like the sound of their own voices MSNDMSNDMSN

OH AND ANDRE WILL,, 1000% JUST SIT BACK AND ENJOY THE VIEW  WHILE MYC HAS HIS FUN SMNSMDN

There’s something very stimulating to just,, having an outside view of the action. You and Myc being completely undone, while he’s able to be,, a Calm and Collected Outside Observer is EXTREMELY RARE FOR ANDRE SMNSMD

It’s definitely not an Always thing, just an Occasional thing.

Getting different angles?? talking back-and-forth w/ Myc, while his tentacles fuck you open like he’s drilling for oil? Absolute perfection.

He’s not always gonna be a Pair Of Needy Eyes In The Corner Of The Room, though, he does sometimes like getting closer to the action!!

LIKE I can totally see him sitting on the bed beside y’all while Myc has his fun. Just,, lazily kissing your cheek every once and a while, loosely jacking himself off. Maybe a bit of wisecracking <33 

granted, you don’t remember much of it bc. After the third tentacle your brain kinda goes a little squirmy, but the thought is sweet nonetheless <3

ADDITIONAL MISC STUFF??

Myc being into bukkake + Andre being a little freak (adoring) means that you will be coated in fluids of several origins. The bath afterwards is magical tho so it's worth it

OHO getting railed (anally) by Myc feels a bit like a Very Horny Colonoscopy. If you ask, those puppies will go deep. like,, deep deep. Like 'oh my god, it feels like you're in my throat' deep.

and,, yeah usually that wouldn't be all that pleasant, but the Delightful, Stimulating Properties that his tentacle goo evokes turns the experience Transcendental.

Your entire torso feels kinda,, tingly and sensitive and full?? every time he shifts, it feels like he’s hitting alllll the spots you need at once. He says its something about the psychoactive properties, but you’re too fucked out to really care <3

he’s also super gentle - even if his tendrils are super slick and blunt, he doesn’t want to accidentally hurt you. He’s a jerk, sure, but he’s not an asshole.

[and,, yeah those are definitely the times Andre takes a bit more of a back-seat role. Lots of praise n' giggling. He just lays back and runs his hands along your body, maybe even against your stomach-intestine area to enjoy the way Mycs tendrils make your stomach bulge]

Was possessed by the spirit of Tentacle Porn (tm) SMDNSMDN I COULD GO ON ABOUT THESE TWO FOR CENTURIES, BUT I'LL LEAVE THIS HERE <333 MWAH THIS WAS SO FUN, THANK YOU SO DEARLY!!!

#*gestures have this* #GOD I FORGET HOW WEIRD ANSWERING ASKS FEELS AFTER NOT DOING IT IN A WHILE SMDNS #ik I promised to be insufferable </3 but I was shy so you get my insufferability (???) now MSNDMASNDM #nsft #minors dni #myc #andre lee #magic myc #andre lee x reader #magic myc x reader #inside job #inside job x reader #NSABDSNBDNASBD #*hannibal lecter voice* hello anise #anise if u read this. haha loser get tentacled. #GOD AND YOU KNOW ANDRE WOULD MAKE SOME DUMB JOKE LIKE 'aww the baby's kicking!' when mycs tendrils bulge your stomach #downside of it would also be. ur gonna be LEAKING FLUID FOR DAYSSS SMDNSMDN. THE MESS IS SO RIDICULOUS

[thornsnvultures]

His face just says, "What's wrong, sweetheart?", to me 🥺🥺 like I want to climb in his lap and tell him all about my bad day so he can make me feel better 😩😖💞

au/no outbreak!Joel x reader, fluff, some implied nsft bits at the end

"Everything okay in there?"

You can barely hear Joel from the other room through your pulse pounding in your ears. If you slammed the door open and shut a little too hard when you came home you didn't care, you were finally home and the day couldn't be mean to you any more.

Joel was waiting for you on the couch, already setting up the movie the two of you have been wanting to watch with a fresh, delicious smelling pizza sitting on the coffee table. But you were exhausted and couldn't imagine sitting through the loud action movie with your headache right now.

"Sorry, baby, I need to go lay down," you cut Joel off before he could speak.

Joel wasn't gonna let you go just like that, not with what looked like tears threatening to spill at the corners of your eyes.

"Hey, hey, whoa," he reached out and lightly grabbed your arm before you could rush past. "What's wrong, sweetheart?"

You couldn't look at him. You were standing there with your back to him, his hand insistent on your arm cause you knew if you did look you'd break down.

"Baby, please," his voice was firm but gentle, like he was afraid he'd spook you. He knew you wanted to bolt.

"It's nothing," your voice came out choked and wet which only made you more mad at yourself. You wanted to hide from him, from your feelings, from the whole damn day.

"It's not nothing. Not if it's making my babygirl feel this way. C'mon," he pats his thick, jean-clad thigh, "come sit and tell me what's got you all worked up."

You take one, big, sniffling breath and begrudgingly move onto his lap.

Joel huffs at you awkwardly sitting on one leg and pulls you all the way in so you're snuggled in close to his chest, your legs pulled up on the couch. (And your ass, quite distractingly, seated right on his crotch.)

"Talk to me," Joel rubs your cheek with a calloused thumb, sweeping up at a stray tear. You give in to the urge to rest your head on his shoulder. He smells sunwarmed and woodsy. He must've been on a jobsite today. And he still went through all this effort to make your day better. God, you wanted to cry even more.

Instead you told him everything. How your day started out so nice, so ready to be productive when you left the house today, only for your day to take a turn as soon as you got in and you realized the next 8 hours would be hell on earth. You were screamed at, called names, talked down to by your supervisor for a problem that was out of your control. Your dropped your lunch at work and hadn't had anything to eat for most of the day which only served to make you more miserable and give you a headache. And on the ride home you nearly got side-swiped by someone on their phone.

It was a mess. An all around bad day. And you felt silly for complaining about it at first, everyone had bad days and you hadn't even thought to ask how Joel's day went. But Joel sat and listened and stroked your cheek, your back, your thigh, anywhere he could reach really, and as you went on you felt the weight lifting, the heaviness of the day melting off of you as you melted into Joel.

"I'm sorry you had a rough day, sweetheart, I really am," Joel shakes his head and presses a kiss to your forehead. "Next time you call me so I can bring you something to eat, okay? We're a team, I'm here for you to lean on."

You nod, sighing as you toy with the buttons on his shirt. "I know. Thank you...for listening."

"Always. No matter what happens, don't run from me, baby. I wanna hear it all."

Joel leans forward, with you still in his arms, and grabs you a still warm slice of pizza. He grabs the knit throw off the back of the couch next, tucking it around you while you nibble on cheesy heaven.

"Better?"

You smile up at him and nod as you chew and a small smile pulls at his lips and crinkles the corners of his eyes.

"Good. Now finish up your pizza. You'll need your energy up when I take you to bed, babygirl."

Joel laughs when you take an even bigger bite, your bad day already forgotten.

thank you for sending me this gif, bestie 💗💗 I needed to take my terrible day out on something lol

#joel miller x reader #joel miller blurb #joel miller x you #joel miller fluff #joel miller fanfic #my fics

[the-demonus-aunt]

I was so happy that you open for request!

If you don't mind I want request someone for Lucifer, how about Lucifer dealing with Naughty MC and lucifer is also jealous that MC spoils his brothers too much (and accidentally forgets about him) so he decides to give MC "a little bit" of punishment

Shibari, Spanking, rough sex Kink Will do 😇

I hope this isn't too much, Feel free to ignore. Have a good day

Hope this is what you hoped for!

CN nsft. minors dni. lucifer x reader. rough. bondage. spanking. jealousy. possessiveness.

Busy Bees Get Stung

At this point, you might need a calendar just to coordinate all the ways the brothers were monopolizing your time.

Going shopping with Mammon and Asmo, gaming with Levi, visiting museums and botanical gardens with Satan. And that was just the Avatars – all the times Luke asked you to join another baking session and Solomon wanted to teach you another spell and Thirteen wanted to test another trap on you.

Now, of course, you love your boys to death and enjoy every minute with them. But by Dia, you were getting burnt out.

Which is why, tonight, you told Satan and Levi, Asmo and Mammon were taking you to a party. They, on the other hand, assumed you were visiting an art gallery with the Avatar of Wrath. Beel and Belphie thought you were studying. And the others – the others had heard a bunch of other lies. 

Naturally, all hell was about to break loose, when Satan would meet Asmo in the hallway. Or when Mammon would ask Levi to game with him. Or when Belphie would plan to fall asleep on the couch next to you, only to find the library empty. 

Foreseeing as you were, you were already on your way to hide in the only place no one would dare to enter: Lucifer’s bedroom. The eldest had taken a good chunk of his paperwork up there a while ago and surely he wouldn’t mind some company as long as you were quiet and left him to his work.

“Come in”, he invited you as you knocked on his door, but frowned when he realised you were carrying along a blanket and a bag of crisps.

“What on earth are you doing?”

“I need some alone time.” 

“So you decide to bother me?”

“Jeez, Luce. I’ll leave you alone, just let me stay? Please?”

This was when one brow was raised and a smirk formed on his lips. He turned completely towards you in his chair: “Oh? Suddenly so desperate for my company?”

“I always am, you know that.” You plopped down on his couch, put your arms up on the backrest and smiled at him sweetly. 

It took him maybe a second to stand in front of you and pull you up by your hair until you were facing each other. “Is that so? Because lately you don’t seem to care for my company at all, love. In fact, I feel like you might need a little reminder why you should.”

You could only huff, pain shooting through your nerve ends. He threw you back onto the couch and started loosening his tie. You just watched in awe, as he slowly stripped down, torn between rubbing your aching scalp and gawking at his muscles. You guessed that it had been a while…

Lucifer stopped in his tracks: “You’re going to regret every second it takes you to undress.” He slipped his belt out of its loops. “One.”

You knew better than to test him. “Two.” Why was it so hard to get out of skinny jeans? “Three.” The demon was losing his shoes and pants, strutting over to his little cabinet of pain. 

It took you 12 seconds. You threw a horrified glare towards your significant other when he returned to you with six ropes, all in as deep a red as his eyes. He did not talk to you while he placed them around you: Around your torso, caressing your skin, but never grazing where you wanted him to most. Around your wrists, placing little kisses around them, but never looking up at you. Around your thighs, prying your legs apart and tying you up in a way that constricted you from closing them.

At the end of it all, you were laying on his bed, face planted into his satin pillows and receiving blow after blow on your bare ass. “Six. For the way you danced with Mammon and Satan and Mephistopheles, of all of them, but could not spare a moment for me at Lord Diavolo’s gala.”

“Seven. For the mischievous glances you and Mammon have been exchanging, leaving me out of the loop. Again.”

Tears were already streaming down your face. He sure wasn’t holding back. Was the Avatar of Pride actually hurt because you hadn’t given him enough attention?

“Eight. For using my room as a refuge when you finally got sick of their antics.”

“Nine. For that being the only reason you show up at my door after two weeks.” 

Every spanking left a burning mark on your ass and he did not leave you enough time to breathe it out. Yet, you could not deny how unbearably wet you were getting. And he knew. He could definitely see your lips glistening more and more with every number he counted down.

“Eleven. For still not apologising for your outrageous behaviour. And twelve. For taking this like the needy little slut you really are.”

The last smack was the hardest and immediately followed by his hard cock pressing his way into you to the hilt, no preparation, no mercy. Yet again, his slender fingers found their way into your hair, pulling you up, as he bowed over you to whisper in your ear.

“From now on, you will know better than to keep me waiting around. Know your place, next to me, as my partner. You belong to me as I belong to you. And I expect you to behave accordingly.”

Every syllable was accompanied by a firm thrust and a shiver running down your skin, as his deep voice settled over you.

“I’m sorry, Lucifer. I love you, Lucifer.” And he rewarded you with a bite to your neck and his fingers on your clit.

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[avocado-writing]

Rated E, NSFT, MINORS DNI

Tagging: @white-wolf-buckaroo​ @felhomaly @sinfulrefugy @venusthepirate​ @lunarpansexual @wanderedaway @georgiee-riviere @mushywutty​

Reblogs appreciated, Requests Closed while I catch up - let me know if you want to be tagged for future works! (thank you konront for the gif!)  

The businessman smiles and shakes his guest firmly by the hand. Through the scope of the rifle you can just about read his lips. Something about it being a pleasure as always.

You lick your lips, feel the trigger under your finger. It will be the last time it will be a pleasure if you’ve got anything to say about it.

God you fucking hate being on the top of a building. You have to lay down in order to line up the best shot and weather-beaten concrete is uncomfortable. It’s October, too; that means in the exposed air you’re freezing your tits off. 

Could be worse, though. Tangerine is laid out next to you, binoculars up to his eyes, surveying the scene as well. Heat radiates off him like a bloody furnace. Arseache in the summer, godsend in the winter. 

“You see him?” he asks, his breath causing a little puff of mist in the cold air.

You don’t nod, not wanting to risk ruining your line of sight. In fact you barely move your mouth to answer.

“Yeah, I see him.”

You’ve got the best shot in the company. That’s why you were sent on this mission. And with his brother sick, they got Tangerine to tag along as backup. You’ve been paired up on the odd job in the past, and you’re not sure if he’s more of a help or a hindrance.

You let out a long sigh between your teeth as a woman steps in front of the target, clutching his hands and speaking animatedly. You wish you could have done this on any other night. But no, had to be when there was a party on, when there were people to witness it. 

“The client wants to make sure a message is sent to everyone there,” your handler had said. What’s a better message than brains all over your fancy cocktail outfit, eh?

Now he’s been blocked, you have time to shift uncomfortably. 

“Fucking hate laying on my front,” you mutter. Does your back in for long periods of time, and that’s usually what these sorts of jobs require.

There’s a little pause. A beat. You can almost hear Tangerine weighing his options before he replies.

“That’s not what you thought last night.”

Your heart skips a beat, jaw clenches. You can hear the grin on his face.

Oh the bastard. The bastard.

“Tangerine…” you warn. 

“What? I’m just saying. And you look lovely from any angle, darling.”

“Tangerine.”

“Ah, come on. Everyone knows you’re legendary at shots like this. Don’t you want to make it a bit more… interesting, for once?”

God you wish his voice had less of an effect on you. Your body has an almost instant response to it, and you find yourself lightly squeezing your thighs together.

So what? What if you’d indulged in his request last night to lay down front-first on the hotel bed? He’d offered you a massage, after all, and knowing what today would bring you didn’t want to pass it up.

You shiver, and it’s not from the cold. It’s from the memory of his warm, calloused hands on the skin of your back, kneading all the tension out of you.

Fuck.

“Stop it,” you manage. When he speaks his voice is a lot closer, now. His mouth is right next to your ear and his breath is hot on your skin. He smells of tobacco and woodsmoke and you love it. 

“Stop what?”

Shit, the target is moving across the room. You carefully aim the gun along with him.

“Stop winding me up.”

“Oh, that’s the last thing I want to do. In fact I far prefer helping you unwind.”

His moustache brushes the shell of your ear, and it reminds you of the way he dropped kisses down your spine last night. The noises you made when he did, the coarseness of his facial hair setting you on fucking fire. 

Ever so lightly Tangerine traces his fingertips down your back, the same route he took with his mouth. You’re fucking pathetically turned on by it. Swallowing down the little moan you desperately want to let escape and try to stay focussed on aiming.

Try.

“‘Course,” Tangerine says, his voice dangerously low and gravelly, “I could just fuck you right here. Pull up that pretty little skirt, push your panties to the side. Warm you up with my fingers before moving onto my cock.”

You swallow dryly. There’s a throbbing you can’t ignore between your legs now. Yeah. You’d love that, actually. For him to fuck you like you did last night, using his whole weight to press you down and leave bitten bruises on your neck. Snap his hips so hard into you that the slap of flesh on flesh is like thunder, making you come when he reaches under you to play with your clit.

“Would you like that?” his teeth skim your earlobe, sending a jolt down your spine. “Just say it.”

He almost yelps when you pull the trigger. The bullet flies through the expansive glass windows and through the target’s skull, littering the opposite wall with the contents of his head.

Even from up here you can hear the screaming. You begin to pack up your gun, quickly and efficiently.

Tangerine just stares, agog.

“Fuck me,” he mutters in amazement. You grab him by the tie, and kiss him so hard you feel the breath being slammed from his lungs.

“Yeah, that’s what I’m planning on.”

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The Burn of Death Pt.1 {Vampire!WilburXReader}

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Part One to a three part short story!

Words: 1378

Content Warnings: Blood, Blood drinking, Death.

Summary: You come face to face.. well more like teeth to neck with a vampire. You make it out but only just. Something feels wrong.

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A blood curdling scream arose from the forest and it came out of you. Nothing but pure terror was running through your veins as you lay on your back, face to face with a myth, a fairy-tale and a horrific fate. 

Horrific was the right word but its face seemed to contradict it. Beautiful sharp features illuminated by the setting moonlight, eyes as dark as night looking directly into your tear filled pleading ones.

“Please.. Please! Don’t-” the monster seemed to hesitate for a moment, or maybe he was deciding where to bite. Either way it ignored your pitiful pleas and sunk its teeth directly into your throat, moaning as your sweet, metallic blood began to pour into its mouth.

You screamed, for anyone, anything to help you, you felt as his hand trailed to your jaw lifting it, so he could gain more access. Screams began to fade, as well as your vision but your ears were working and had heard many phallic noises from the beast's throat. 

Accepting your fate was not something you were willing to do but it’s not like you had any other choice. Slowly your eyes shut, and senses began to fade one… by one… Until, they didn’t?

You barely made it through, the sun had only just risen above the horizon, you were convinced it was the lights of heaven but a large shadow covered you and a demon-like roar erupted from the beast, he practically jumped off you and retreated back into the forest leaving nothing but a trail of blood, a bite mark, and an extremely traumatised woman.

Time seemed to have frozen, as the sun continued to rise you lay in place, heart racing and you not daring to move as if you were still caught in a life or death situation. Your breaths became slower as did your heart beat, suddenly everything felt like too much, even though you were simply lying on the dirt ground of a forest path.

Against your wishes you rose, carefully scouting your surroundings for the monster that bit you. 

You were still shaken up by the event, and rightfully so. You stood, head in hands but one brushed over the bite mark, you shuddered at the thought that you’d practically tasted death.

Although it was light and the vampire could not attack you, you still felt like its eyes were piercing daggers  into your skin so you decided to make a swift exit. 

As you ventured back to the village, you couldn’t help but look into every dark spot in the forest. The fear of being attacked again was plaguing you, although it was still daylight you feared the vampire would jump out and end you.

A part of you may have wanted to see him again.

But another part of you was aching to get out of the forest, you forgot why you were even stupid enough to come here in the early hours of the morning.

A few days ago you noticed your pet dog, Pluto, missing. This wasn’t really out of the ordinary for him since your home didn’t have a gate and you lived close to the forest where Pluto would love to play. 

The sun had begun to set which meant this was 2 full days without Pluto. Something rubbed you the wrong way, Pluto knew to always come back before dark for his dinner, even if he were in the middle of hunting a small rodent, he always came back. Every. Single. Time.  

Instead of venturing into the forest in the middle of the night you decided to wake up early the next morning before dawn to search for Pluto.

Searching for him in the early hours may have been a blessing in disguise, you shudder to think about how you would have certainly died if the light of day hadn't been there to save you.

You once again began to feel the burn of something, all over your hands, arms and face. It Couldn’t have been a stare, what was it… Your head began to thump and you felt a little dazed, but the burning was excruciating, it was just impossible to think like this. 

The sun suddenly felt like too much to deal with but it was only winter so the sun shouldn’t have really been that unbearable…

You let out a groan and hold your hands close to your body and lean your head down, in attempts to shield the sun from hitting any exposed skin.

There was a town in the distance that was coming to life with the morning sun, a small smile crossed your face and the familiarity brought you the comfort you needed. 

You finally started to feel safe.

Only… when you reached the town there was a crowd of a few dozen surrounding something. It piqued your interests so you took a closer look, only to see through the gaps of people, a lifeless body covered in blood. 

It’s an image you’d never forget, the lifeless pale body splayed out on the cobblestone road which was then stained with deep maroon blood that poured from two holes on the man's throat.

A gasp escaped your lips which caught the attention of a few people, then you heard an echo of your gasps and accusations were hurled your way. 

“She did it!” a woman exclaimed.

“Look at her, she’s as white as paper!” a man angrily accused.

“Vampire! Vampire!” A small child cried.

“Kill her!” 

And those were the two words that triggered the fight or flight you didn’t know you had, you quickly turned around and darted in the direction you came from but at the speed of light. 

In about 2 seconds you were already deep into the forest on its dirt path, although you could still hear the townspeople angrily yelling. 

The sensory overload was taking a toll on you and the burning from the sun just wouldn’t stop so you ran deeper into the dark shaded forest for a moment of relief. After 5 seconds of running, the blur dizzied you so you stopped with a sudden halt, which caused you to fall over onto your hands and knees. 

Finally, you felt some sort of relief although there was an internal burning you couldn’t get rid of. Everything was still confusing, you got up, bruised the dirt off your hands and knees then began  to walk around and try to collect your thoughts, although there were too many to put in order. 

You slowly paced around the forest, there were no signs of life and it was eerily quiet. You guessed you're around a hundred or so kilometres from town but you subconsciously continue deeper.

As you rounded a tree to lean against a small mound caught your eye, you jumped back at the furry thing, it was hard to see in the dark but it looked brown and red? Wait no, splotches of red… Pluto! 

You stood in silence for a second before rushing to him, he laid dead in your arms. Tears formed in your eyes and you examined his fur only to find two small holes…

Then it hit you.

‘A Vampire’

You skipped a breath but noticed your heart only continued a painfully slow beat.

“I..I can’t..be..” you thought aloud trying to piece together a terrifying puzzle, your hand rapidly traced your teeth and you felt two sharp points, fangs. 

Shit. Shit. Shit. Panic began to grow, you dropped Pluto and wrapped your hands around your head which seemed to be throbbing worse than before. A burning pain filled your body. 

Tears began to stream down your pale face and soft cries filled the quiet forest. “I’m not… A V-v.” You felt a presence and darted your eyes up to a tall pale figure in front of you.

“Yes. Yes, you are a Vampire.” you could hear the man's smirk in his voice. You froze, remembering him as the beast from earlier. 

The one who killed that man.

The one who killed Pluto!

Rage filled your body but it was quickly replaced by fear. ‘What if he’s going to kill me too?’

The burning quickly returned and blinded your senses. Your heart began to beat slower and slower until nothing…but before you passed out, you heard the man bend down and in a low tone he whispered;

“You’re already dead, my dear.”

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#wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x y/n #vampire wilbur #cw blood #wilbur smut #wilbur soot smut

[1000punks]

A Wilderness Of Sweets: Book II

masterlist.

pairing: named!Tav (non-binary OC) x Raphael

warnings: 18+. nsft. mdni. orgasm denial. rough sex. size difference. overstimulation. angst. praise. hurt/comfort. general D/s. hate(?) sex.

word count: 1700

named!Tav is my non-binary tiefling ranger, Festé. i was seeing far too few fics with tiefling!Tav and i thought it was crucial, nay, critical to include them in the headcanons. i hope you all enjoy! ♡

Sometime after midnight, Festé startled awake, not remembering when they had dozed off. They had fallen asleep on their stomach, curled around one of the many downy pillows on the bed. Raphael -- presumably -- had covered them in the duvet, and they shifted underneath it, turning over halfway. Their back rested against the warm expanse of his chest and they hummed thoughtfully.

"I thought you would have left," the tiefling whispered, reaching up blindly, their fingertips grazing the cambion's cheek. He breathed a warm sigh of approval through his nose.

"Or perhaps you merely expected me to leave. But alas," he chuckled, "That is not the case. There is yet more sweet torture to subject you to, lover." He paused, then Festé felt his fingers trace down their arm, painstakingly slowly. Purposefully, as if he were trying to learn the meaning of the gesture. The imp supposed that he was; after all, they had never known a devil to be capable of tenderness. They rolled to their back, and he drew his hand away for an instant before resting his palm over their chest, fingers twitching almost imperceptibly. "Tell me, little mouse, has anyone ever told you that you're…" Raphael paused again, pursing his lips as he raked his eyes over the tiefling's bare chest.

"Beautiful?" Festé mused. "Handsome, perhaps?"

"'Frustrating', I think, is the word that I am looking for." The cambion scowled at them for a brief moment when they laughed out loud. "You are frustrating." He fell silent; and continued to stroke over their chest and stomach for several moments. Festé relaxed into his touch, closing their eyes.

"Is it because I force you to contend with being human, Raphael? With having human desires? You never have to do that with Haarlep, even when he steals my form to bed you." Raphael's hand paused. "It's okay if you don't want to admit it, I'm not the type of person that would force you to. We can just be, for the time being." They opened their eyes when he shifted to lay on his back beside them, a dejected sigh falling from his lips. Festé leaned up on their elbow, smoothing their right hand over his chest with a sad smile. He looked up at them, and it seemed that the derisive scowl he wore was thinly veiling a very different emotion: fear. Festé never thought they would see fear in his eyes.

"You frustrate me because you will not let me have you. Truly have you. You do not want the things that I want." Raphael smirked, then. "It is what we can call… a doomed union, my dear. You refuse to be caught; and we have nothing left to do, I suppose, than to make our peace with it." He reached out, curling his hand around the back of their neck and pulling them closer, planting a kiss on their forehead. "Now lay back, little one, and let me indulge some of my baser desires." It was their turn to scowl as they obeyed his request. He leaned over them, and, surprisingly gently, kissed over their chest. The devil sighed in relief against their sternum, and Festé shivered, resting their head back against the pillows. Raphael moved one hand under their hip, holding them in place as he kissed over their breast, sucking at their nipple firmly after a moment. They tensed, the unaddressed desire from before immediately flaring up again deep in their belly. Their hand curled around one of his horns, and they felt him draw the duvet off of them once more before he kissed hungrily over their stomach. His hand moved from their hip to their thigh, gripping it tightly and opening their legs while he moved between them. Festé's head shot up from the pillow, and they tried to push him away.

"Wait…!" the tiefling cried out, but Raphael was unmoved, peppering their hips with slow bites, barely glancing up at them. They pressed the heel of their palm to his forehead, and he growled disdainfully.

"What is it?" the cambion hissed angrily, locking an arm over their stomach when Festé tried to squirm away.

"You don't have to do that, Raphael," they sighed, trying to sit up. "I offered myself to service you. You don't have to-"

"You are, little one," he narrowed his eyes at them, wrinkling his nose. "However, right now you are preventing me from tasting your delicious little cunt." Festé froze, a flush creeping up their neck and down their chest. "Spread your legs, little mouse, and allow me." The tiefling swallowed thickly, spreading their thighs and resting one against Raphael's shoulder. He smirked and dipped his head, keeping his eyes fixed on theirs. Festé couldn't suppress the full-body shudder that ripped through them when he lay his tongue against their clit. He teased over it slowly, and the waltz began once more.

He had an overly-familiar technique, and the tiefling couldn't help the question that tumbled out of their mouth as he fed them with a slow lick through their folds. "Have you… practiced this with Haarlep, or are you just…" they groaned out as the cambion's fangs grazed their clit; threatening enough for them to retreat back into silence for a moment. Raphael pulled away with a lick of his lips.

"Yes, more times than you would care to know, imp." His breath was hot against their skin. "But I never let that rotten slut come. Pray you don't meet that fate, my dear." With that, he dove back in; and Festé watched his eyes close in concentration. He was actually trying to pleasure them?

"You'd let me come for you, Raphael?" they asked in a soft voice, reaching out and pushing their fingers into his hair. He pressed his claws into their stomach reflexively, making them twitch, and they tugged at his hair lightly. His eyebrows furrowed, prompting Festé to continue in a more sultry tone, letting their desire seep into their voice. "You would allow it-" They keened suddenly when he closed his lips around them and sucked firmly, continuing in a low whine, "I'll sing your praises, if that's what you want." A chuckle from between their thighs, and through the growing mess. "Yaf til mizy py. Xe'p hafrw- ngh!" The tiefling cried out unintelligibly -- he was slowly circling their clit with his tongue, forcing their breath from their lungs.

Their hips bucked, seeking more pressure and the wet heat of the cambion's tongue, but he turned his head with a chuckle. He pushed their thigh from his shoulder, and before Festé could react, Raphael manhandled them to their stomach, pulling their hips up and back.

"Show me," he murmured, and guided them to envelop his length once again, catching them gently by the throat when they pushed up on all fours. His free hand rested against their stomach. Festé sighed in both relief and frustration as they pushed their hips back. The fullness was welcome, and they both settled into a slow rhythm. They were so close, it hurt. How long would he deny their release? How long would he… The tiefling shuddered when he clawed over their stomach; and their back arched involuntarily when he gingerly rubbed the aching spot between their legs. Raphael was buried completely inside them, unmoving save for his hand. "Show me, little one," he repeated tenderly, this time sounding genuine. They dropped to their elbows on the mattress, letting out a strangled snarl and slumping forward, fingers tearing at the sheets. A litany of whimpers slipped out as they felt their own strong pulses around the base of the devil's cock. He sighed in pleasure, and pushed Festé forward with his full weight, trapping them on their belly as he lay on top of them, starting to grind into them slowly. "I don't have the desire to pleasure Haarlep, my dear. The incubus is merely a toy to me. You, on the other hand…" Raphael hummed against their ear, his hands dragging over the bedding before he rested one on top of theirs, pushing his fingers between their own and clasping it tightly.

Festé whimpered, otherwise speechless under the devil's crushing weight. He continued to move slowly, pushing them through the aftershocks. They let out an ecstatic sob when they felt his other hand slip under their hips to find the over-sensitive bundle of nerves once again. Gasping, they rested their cheek against the bedding and writhed under the cambion.

"Let's not try to escape, my dear," Raphael growled softly into their ear. "I want you to do that again. Move against my fingers, pet." Festé hardly needed to, they were trapped between his hand and the rest of his body, and his hips forced their own movement. It took no time at all before they were humping his hand desperately, muffled cries tearing from their throat when they hit their peak for a second time. "You are so deliciously wet," came his encouraging drawl, lips brushing against the hollow of their neck, "More. Again, for me."

Festé moaned softly in pain, starting to shake as Raphael moved against them more insistently, and held his hand in both of their own. He merely chuckled, and the tiefling felt his tail snake between their legs. They stiffened, their head snapping up, mouth agape. He seized the opportunity to pull his hand out from under them, and pushed his slick fingers between their lips. The tiefling moaned appreciatively, sucking at them with a heavy sigh from their nose, hips rutting of their own accord against the ridged tail.

Raphael pressed deeply into them, eliciting another pained moan. "Good pet," he crooned against their neck. "Descend with me into decadence, nice and slow." They hummed in return, body spent and mind foggy as he forced another orgasm from them. Their vision swam and went black for a few moments. Maybe? They couldn't be sure of anything besides the continuous waves of heated pleasure. Another, and another, and another. Finally, a particularly hot slick leaking from between their legs, likely forming a puddle on the bedding bunched under their hips. Festé went limp, and sank under willingly.

Always willingly.

notes:

firstly, thank you for reading this, and for also supporting the first installment of this little devil fic series, Of Paradise For Hell ! you rock!

i need to give credit to whoever created the infernal translator, you saved my life here!

F: You can have me! I'm yours-

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Doctors Appointment

Clara has an appointment with a ver popular, very unorthodox hypno-therapist to solve her sleep issues

| M/F | low edited | Hypnosis | Coercion | Dubious Consent | Mind Control | Doctor/Patient | Degradation | slight bimbofication | Memory Play | Cis/Het | NSFT |

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She clicked her fingers on the dark, wooden table in front of her. It was a satifsying sound, and her patience was running thin at the waiting time.

Dr. Bradshaw was a well known spychiatrist, and she had been on the list to see him for months. Everyone she'd talked to had raved about how much their lives had improved after seeing them; addictions overcome, insomnia fixed, stress and anxiety all but vanished! It almost sounded too good to Clara, but the sleepless nights were starting to ware at her.

After what felt like an eternity, he emerged from his office and bid farewell to a woman she didn't know, then beckoned her to follow inside.

The room was inviting, warm brown bookshelves and a red velvet sitting couch with accompanying chair. She layed on the couch, and Dr. Bradshaw took up his seat beside her, looking her over with his soft Hazel eyes.

"Miss Finnigan. Over the phone we spoke of you having issues sleeping, is that correct?" His voice was so deep and kind, it rumbled over her and she relaxed into the plush couch.

"Y-yes," she'd explained this a thousand times, but thusfar nothing had made it easier to get to sleep. "Ever since I lost my fiancè, i haven't been able to get to sleep. I toss and turn and imagine what I could have done differently, but I'm hardly getting 3 hours a night. I feel like I'm losing my mind!"

She felt that lump in her throat and took a shaky breath. He put a hand to her arm and let her collect herself before speaking.

"That sounds awful Clara, I'm sorry. Let's try to get to the bottom of this, shall we? I can see that you're distressed, and I want you to sleep." His rumbling voice drifted through her mind, and she started to relax again.

"Imagine now that you're trying to sleep. Relax your muscles and your mind, just let yourself start to drift. Don't think about him. Think about letting yourself relax,"

She tried to focus on his words, to not think about Michael, but it was hard, and she scrunched her face in discomfort.

"Now now, don't think about all those things," his hand was on her arm again, warm and comforting. "Let my words think for you, let yourself relax into the chair.

Let your arms and legs feel like lead on that plush fabric, let your mind empty itself at my words. Let my voice fill your mind and-"

He snapped his fingers beside her ear.

"Drop. Deeper and deeper down, feel yourself sink into nothing. Your mind is empty and you. Are. Mine."

Her breathing was slow and even, she was essentially out cold. Perfect. He continued;

"Good girl. When you're in this deep state of trance, you will do exactly as I say. My word is law, and following commands is as natural as breathing. Do you understand? Say 'yes master' if you understand."

"Yes master..." her voice came soft and doughy, her eyes barely still open.

"Good girl. Whenever you wake from trance, you will have a week of restful sleep, not remembering what we did in our session. After that you will crave to come back, your problems will return and you will need to see me again to help it. Do you understand?"

"Yes master" her complete and total trance made him excited, her sleep deprivation made her even easier than the others had been.

"Being in trance is so easy, and it feels so good. You love being under my spell, you love it so much that you feel the need to show your appreciation." He was starting to feel hot, watching her placid face and slow, methodical breathing.

"Following my commands makes you feel Pleasure. You're a good girl who needs to Please and to be Pleased. My words of encouragement make you start to feel hot; you're a little slut, and will do exactly as I say to Please me."

"Yes, master" it came out almost as a moan.

"Good girl. You're going to open your mouth up for me and suck." He hastily unbuckled his belt and freed his twitching cock from the slacks.

Her mouth was so warm and wet, it took all of the doctor's strength to go slowly and not slam into her throat. Soon enough he started to pump and she took it eagerly, swirling her tongue around and sucking like it was the last thing she'd ever do.

"Good girl," he grunted, suffing her face full with himself. "You love being my little toy, my vacant little fuckdoll. You need Daddy to use you, don't you? You vapid slut, getting so wet when I degrade you." He pulled out of her mouth just in time to stop himself from letting go inside her, eager to get to the main event.

"Now, when I wake you up, you won't remember any of this," he whispered into her ear. She was panting heavily now. "When you're under my control, you are a bitch in heat. When you leave my office, you are your normal self."

"Please Daddy, give me more" was her only reply, her hips bucking ever so slightly up toward him.

It was too much to resist, and he pulled her panties aside to slide into her hungry cunt. The feeling was electric and he started to pound into her ferociously. When her panting turned into moans, he clamped a hand over her mouth,

"You will be silent while I have my way with you." She nodded, going quiet as he continued to rail her. "You will find the pleasure overwhelming, but will be unable to cum unless I do."

Her vacant expression of pleasure and her perfect body getting rocked by him eventually sent Dr. Bradshaw over the edge. He ground to halt, groaning as he filled the young woman with his thick seed.

Her eyes rolled back into her head as she climaxed, breathing heavily but miraculously, remaining hushed the whole time.

"There's a good girl. You're so good for me, you're going to come back in a week for more, aren't you?"

"Yes, Master," she replied breathily, riding the hormonal high of being bred by a virtual stranger.

He layed her back out on the couch and fixed her clothes the best he could before straightening himself up. He planted extra trigger phrases into Clara, before waking her up and assuring her that she had just drifted off to sleep during their session. She left thag day totally satisfied, and would definitely keep coming back.

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