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writerofthewinds · 1 year

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I'm the one who requested the reader w/ anger issues honestly you can choose just whatever you think is best or smth <33

Jason Grace x boyfriend with anger issues

P.S: i did a fanfic based on one of the headcanons: here

At first, Jason is a bit hesitant to approach you when you're in the middle of a rage episode. He's not sure how to handle it, and he's worried that he might make things worse if he says the wrong thing.

However, over time, Jason learns that the best thing he can do is simply be present for you. He doesn't try to fix your anger, he just sits with you and listens as you vent. When you're really worked up, Jason has found that it's helpful to use physical touch to ground you. He might hold your hand or put a hand on your shoulder, just to remind you that you're not alone.

Jason is also really good at recognizing when you're about to hit your breaking point. He can read the signs in your body language and tone of voice, and he'll gently suggest that it's time to take a break and step away from the situation for a bit.

In general, Jason is incredibly patient and non-judgmental when it comes to anger issues. He knows that it's not your fault and that it's something you're working on. He's there to support you, not to judge you.

One thing that really helps you calm down is when Jason tells you stories about his own experiences with anger as he's been raised by wolves. He's had his fair share of outbursts in the past, and he's not afraid to share his mistakes with you he shares with you the times when he barked at people or when he jumped and bit a member of the first cohort. It makes you feel less alone and more understood. Now you understand why he's feral in bed (hihihihihi)

Jason has also learned how to anticipate your triggers, and he'll try to help you avoid situations that might make you angry.

He's always willing to listen to you vent, even if it means putting his own problems on hold for a while.

When you're feeling particularly angry or upset, Jason will often suggest going for a walk or doing some other physical activity to help you work off your emotions.

He's not afraid to be firm with you when you need it, but he's always kind and supportive.

Sometimes, Jason will use humor to help diffuse your anger. He'll crack a joke or make a silly face, and it'll help you shift your focus away from your anger.

Jason is a great listener, and he never interrupts you or tries to talk over you when you're venting.

He's always willing to help you come up with strategies for managing your anger, whether it's through therapy or mindfulness exercises.

When you're feeling really down, Jason will often surprise you with little gestures of affection, like bringing you your favorite snack or leaving a note on your bunk.

Jason is a great role model for you in terms of how to handle your anger. Seeing how he's able to stay calm and centered in difficult situations helps you to aspire to do the same.

You feel really safe around Jason, and you know that he would never judge you or think less of you because of your anger issues.

Sometimes, Jason will suggest that the two of you meditate together, and it's surprisingly effective at helping you calm down.

When you're in the middle of an anger episode, Jason never takes it personally. He knows that it's not about him, and he never gets defensive or upset.

Even when you're really angry, you always feel like Jason is on your team. He's your biggest supporter, no matter what.

You've noticed that the other campers seem to trust Jason when it comes to dealing with your anger. They know that he's got your back and that he's able to help you calm down.

Sometimes, when you're feeling particularly vulnerable, you'll find yourself seeking out Jason's company without even realizing it. Just being near him helps you feel more secure and at peace.

After the first time that Jason hugs you and puts his face between his pecs to help you calm down, you start to realize that it's become one of your favorite ways of coping with your anger.

You've even started to joke with Jason about how he should patent his technique and start a new anger management program for demigods.

Sometimes, when you're feeling really upset, you'll even ask Jason to hug you before you start to feel angry. You know that his embrace has a calming effect on you, and you love the way it makes you feel.

Once, when Jason was away on a quest, you had a really bad anger episode that lasted for hours. All of the other campers tried to help you, but nothing seemed to work. Finally, one of them suggested calling Jason, and as soon as he arrived, your anger began to dissipate. From that moment on, the other campers knew that Jason was the go-to guy for dealing with your anger.

You've started to notice that the more time you spend with Jason, the less frequently you have anger outbursts. It's like his presence alone helps to ground you and keep you centered.

Sometimes, when you're feeling particularly anxious or upset, you'll lean your head against Jason's chest and listen to his heartbeat. It's a soothing sound that helps to calm you down and remind you that everything's going to be okay.

Jason never makes a big deal out of helping you with your anger. He's just there for you, no questions asked, and you appreciate that more than anything.

You've noticed that the other campers are starting to emulate Jason's techniques for dealing with your anger. They'll offer to take you for a walk or suggest that you do some breathing exercises, just like Jason does.

Every time you have an anger episode, you can't help but think about how lucky you are to have Jason in your life. He's made such a huge difference in your ability to manage your emotions, and you're so grateful to have him as a partner.

Overall, Jason is an incredibly calming presence in your life. Even when he's not actively helping you with your anger, just knowing that he's there for you is enough to help you feel more grounded and secure.

Thx for that request and btw this gave me a fic idea imma write it brb.

And PLZ SEND ME SOME MORE THX

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denim-devil · 1 year

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Ngl I’m thirsting for Frank so hard…smut smut smut…

#male reader #x male reader #frank castle #the punisher #boi is so big-#he got that big dick energy #I’m feral #and weak-#weak in the knees for him 😇

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anantaru · 8 months

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HSR + WRAP AROUND ME, PRETTY

— ꒰ including ꒱ — blade, dan heng, luocha, gepard x fem! reader

— ꒰ warnings ꒱ — [ex]plicit, fem! reader, rough, praise here and there, teasing owowow, oral (fem! receiving) + oral! (male! receiving), prone bone, needy boys n feral boys

— ꒰ BLADE ꒱

blade simply cannot tear his gaze away from your core, it's futile to lie to himself any longer but you're the one for him, evermore had he sought after someone like you. you are the sweetest melody on his eyes and ears, the enchanting beauty that lit up his soul, because do not misunderstand, it was dark inside the man, inflamed by immortality.

for the present, he could wrap himself up in your lulling resonates and sleep even more soundly than a baby— it's simple, plainspokenly, and he thought that no other than fate itself was playing sickening jokes on him.

he hums appreciatively when you place your hands on his cheeks, it tickles when you circle your thumbs over his skin, "i love you." you say, and he swallows hard when you constrict around him, his large palms gripping your thighs when you moan in a broken tune as he spreads you effortlessly, splitting you open in the most delicious, most tasteful way imaginable to you.

how his cock was disappearing in your cunt— he's almost pleading for this to go on forever. and when he hides the blush on his face in your neck, a warm pinkish hue like that of a ripe peach, precisely because of your words, his mind rewires and reconnects, tongue coming out to leave wet kisses on your jawline, jerking up a little faster, coming to terms with the amplifying lust and love expanding inside of him.

your stomach twists and turns at the sensation of being full, swarming with his large erection throbbing against your walls, turning you sore, needy, sliding him up so nicely and milking him into your warm cunt, so he could become more sensitive and whine into your neck, way too embarrassed to face you now.

your lips were plastered in saliva when he grinds down hard into you, fucking into your hole strongly while lifting your hips into him with every new thrust forward— it's exceedingly sexy when he showed off his strength this way, that he can smoothly drag you on his cock accustomed to his desires.

you just smell so good, taste and feel even better, blade cannot believe you're his, and those soft hands of yours were his medication.

— ꒰ DAN HENG ꒱

"you want me to keep going?" you ask innocently, surrendered in that fleeting, feverish moment, just from below your soused, pretty lashes as dan heng looks down on you with hungry eyes, his hands strung in your hair as you playfully rub his cockhead over your wet lips, silencing the whisperings of his winces which were caused by no other than you.

"don’t stop," he whines at the featherlight friction of your mouth kissing the underside of his cock, big, glowy tears messily hanging from the edges of his handsome face, he's so desperate to fuck himself inside your warm mouth again, it's beginning to ache and his cock felt sore, throbbing in your hand, "please... it’s so good..."

you hum in awe, he was all but coordinated right now, his shallow thrusts into your mouth were sloppy and uneven, but it's frustrating when you suddenly pull him out of you again— and dan heng knows you're doing it on purpose too, to hear him beg and cry, tell you what he so desperately needed right now.

regardless of your needs to see him all over the place, with an almost pained expression on his face, you decide to pull him inside your mouth again, this time entirely until your natural gag reflex was taking place. you do not care on how messy it had gotten, and wet; or how your make up must look, because it's simple, you're drooling all over his dick, slurping and sucking while cupping his balls with your palm, using your saliva to lubricate them.

dan heng closes his eyes and whimpers when you seal your lips tightly around his aching girth, and when you suddenly hum and lick around his shaft, he spills over, your power on him was an aphrodisiac for sure, for with your incandescent eyes and darling voice you are in command of him.

the pressure in his stomach was broken into a million pieces when he scatters his hot cum deep in your throat, his taste, although slightly bitter, still pleasant when you drink it up all happy and fulfilled, making obscene noises as you slurp it all up for him, cleaning his thudding cock with your tongue as you kept him in your mouth, noticing how he wasn't done yet— somehow, although he had gotten a little softer, you think that you might be able to pull yet another climax out of him.

— ꒰ LUOCHA ꒱

it's never long before luocha gets grabby with you, revealed in the light of his eyes, bathed in the warmth of his voice when he tells you that in your very arms, the roaring storms inside of his heart quell down, appeased to a stand still.

his hands explore each and every corner of your inviting body when he flips you over at last, breaking down a surprised heave from your throat, your pretty, plush behind right on full display with his cock resting on top— he was leaking already, heavily awaiting to be nestled deep within you, altogether wet with his pre when he shamelessly drags his cockhead over your folds to lick his lips at your reactions.

he keeps going, of course he does, squeezing the mounds of flesh with one palm while the other inserts him slowly, but only the tip, yet you already feel a stretch on your core, it's instantly heavy in you and you're hiding your head in the pillow when you wiggle yourself into his erection for more— and if only he wouldn't pin you down so effortlessly, you'd probably manage to swallow more of his inches, just a bit, please, but he doesn't give you that revered satisfaction, he never does.

your following reaction was one of a helpless, lewd category, and your whines are something tangible for him to hold onto, to feast himself full on— almost like the only thing he needs to hear for the rest of his life.

"there's just something about you no other can match." he admits, bluntly, and his grip on you was strong, almost bruising if you didn't know any better before he continues his words, "hold still for me."

the man was glowing with excitement and bites down on his lower lip before dragging his cock into you, miserably failing to suppress a groan, it's the way his eyes were hooded yet the second he tastes you on him, walls clenching and constricting, tightening, and letting go again, his breath gets ragged and he exhales heavily through his parted lips.

succeeding, he slopes his entire weight against your body but keeps one hand under your waist to keep your ass up, ever so sweetly nuzzling into your neck, his warm breath puffing on your wet skin and tickling, "you feel so good that way."

you tip your head to the side, only as much as this certain position allowed you to, which— was quite difficult when you take into consideration that he had you conveniently trapped under him, his cock all heavy bulging inside of you, "oh, do i?" you coo, whining right after, but teasing him back, that's for sure, knowing it drives him absolutely nuts when sudden, crowded trembles leave your body the moment he kisses your cheek.

— ꒰ GEPARD ꒱

curiously enough, it's quite seldom to see gepard this riled up, dominant and needy for your precious touch. in a span of no time, he had you straddling his face, your thighs tight around his ears. his hand was greedily kneading the plush of your ass while the other was tightly shut around his exposed cock— fucking into the little opening of his hand, desperate and almost, feral, unhinged and lusting.

you want it so much your hands are shaking in his hair, trembling when you ride his sloppy tongue fucking in and out of your hole, a broad assemblage of blazing tears and spit coating your cheeks, because you cannot do anything else than get addicted to this, becoming a fucking mess when he has you in such position.

while even though you're the one on top, he makes no secret in showing you that he's in control— especially since he hadn't seen nor tasted you in so long, and those moans of his name, they're so heavy on filth, his mind can't cling onto the sensation of your skin plastered around his face when he ruts you into his tongue while fisting himself faster.

his cock was long since red and throbbing in his hands, it's burning and he might just cry at the build up intensity in his core, yet nothing was as good as this. your slick on his entire lower half and how you tasted only made him hornier, your liquids glazed on top of his taste buds.

within seconds, gepard groans into your pussy and you can barely hear yourself anymore, not when he himself was voicing his pleasure the same, fucked out way, albeit gritty and muffled by your cunt, it's audible and the vibrations he set free with his noises alone had you cramp down on nothing, constrict and wanting to be fucked by him.

after all, his tongue was fast with fucking in and out of your hole and the resonates of your slick hitting his wet muscle unbounded quivers on your core when you arch your back, your pussy dragging over his lips.

he's never leaving you time to rest properly whenever he had been apart from you for this long, your combined moans weaving together and showing your deep truths, and if it weren't for the head board that you were holding onto right now, you might've just collapsed on top of him.

#hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #hsr smut #honkai star rail smut #blade x reader #luocha x reader #dan heng x reader #gepard x reader #blade smut #dan heng smut #gepard smut #luocha smut

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vampsywrites · 10 months

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balance of life

synopsis: "if you don't yield, we won't hesitate to kill the tsa-hik." as quadritch and his men launch a ruthless attack on your village, your life hangs in the balance.

pairings: olo'eyktan! aged up! neteyam x tsahik! fem! reader

tags: GRAPHIC VIOLENCE AND DEATH, mentions of guns, blood, gunshot wounds, violence, war, neteyam going feral, ambiguous ending hehe, mother neytiri suffering (again)

☄️part 2 💫

"Mawey! My people! Mawey!" Your anguished plea echoes through the air, tainted with a tremor of unbridled fear.

Gasping, you find yourself shoved to the ground as the weight of a marine's boot presses upon your back, mercilessly crushing you. A bone-chilling sensation courses through you as his rifle hilt presses against the side of your skull, the threat it posed abundantly clear.

The air fills with haunting screams, a cacophony of agony and desperation, as your people struggle frantically to break free from their restraints.

Quadritch chuckles, moving his gaze to the forest before him. "I know you're there, Sully. You and your little soldier boys."

Jake takes in the situation, clicking his tongue as he pressed his back further against the solid trunk of a tree.

Clutching his rifle tightly, he curses under his breath. The crackle of his communication device interrupts the tense silence as Neteyam's voice comes in.

"Sir? What's wrong? We have them outnumbered and surrounded…Why aren't we initiating an attack?"

Jake hesitates for a moment, a palpable fear gripping his heart as he struggles to find the right words. With a shaky hand, he presses a button on his neck, activating his device. His voice quivering as he delivers the news, "They've got Y/N at gunpoint."

Neteyam chokes, feeling the air get knocked out his lungs, his entire body tensing, muscles coiling like a tightly wound spring. From afar, Neytiri meets his gaze, and he can see the worry etched on her face as her hands shake immensely around her bow.

"Oh, my sweet girl," she rasps, watery eyes peeking at you from behind a tree.

Neteyam's teeth grind together, his jaw clenched so tightly that it might as well break. Swiftly, he pushes through the green foliage, moving closer and closer until you were in his sights. His heart plummets, and a nauseating feeling spreads through him as he catches sight of you.

Tears mar your dirt-streaked face, mingling with the soil as a soldier forcefully presses your face deeper into the ground. His heart shatters as he catches fragments of the frantic prayers that escape your trembling lips.

In the midst of the chaos, Quadritch's voice slithers through the air, its lethargic slur accompanied by a thick, heavily accented drawl. "Let me make something abundantly clear," he enunciates, his words laced with malice, "If you don't yield, we won't hesitate to kill the Tsa-hìk."

In an instant, Neteyam's snarl tears through the air, his fangs bared in a primal display as his instincts roar, urging him to protect you at any cost. The soldiers swiftly pinpoint his location, their weapons trained upon him.

Unwavering, Neteyam prepares to draw his bow, poised to take action. However, before he can make any moves, a hand firmly seizes his shoulder, dragging him into safety just as a barrage of bullets whiz through the air. He finds himself taking cover beneath a fallen log, with Lo'ak gripping onto him tightly.

"Bro," Lo'ak seethes through clenched teeth, arms wound tight around Neteyam in a chokehold as he struggles to hold the raging male down, "Listen to me! If you make any hasty moves, you'll only end up getting yourself killed."

Neteyam's muscles strain against Lo'ak's grip, his chest heaving with a mix of anguish and fury as his eyes dart to the direction where you're held captive. Eventually, Lo'ak's words begin to sink in, and he reluctantly relents, slowly easing his struggling.

Gritting his teeth, Neteyam focuses on the situation at hand, his mind scrambled and racing. The weight of his helplessness settles upon him, but a fiery resolve ignites within his core. He locks eyes with his brother, an unspoken understanding exchanging between them.

"Lo'ak," he growls, "I need you to cover my right flank."

A muffled sob bubbles up your throat as the sky demon circles you, his monstrous gaze drinking in the sight of your fear-stricken figure.

"That boy's takin' his sweet time, ain't he?" The colonel chuckles, his boot nudging against your cheek, forcefully lifting your face up. A low, contemptuous whistle resonates from deep within his chest as he scrutinizes your features with an unsettling gaze. "Well, well, ain't you somethin' to behold? No wonder he went ahead and crowned you queen."

The colonel's sadistic chortle then drops abruptly, his smug expression contorting into a frown as the forest echoes with a thunderous war cry.

A surge of adrenaline courses through your veins, compelling you to lift your head defiantly, your eyes locking onto a figure emerging from the shadows. "Ma Neteyam!"

Neteyam moves through swiftly, drawing his bow back and knocking an arrow dead set into a soldier's skull. The RDA, caught off guard, attempt to mount a defense. Their weapons swing and shoot haphazardly, their strikes frantic. Neteyam growls, easily avoiding their feeble attacks.

With a low hiss, he strikes, his blade digging deep into a marine's skin, leaving behind jagged, gaping wounds that mar their flesh. In a blood-soaked frenzy, his vision narrows, focusing only on his enemies, while the world around him blurs into a backdrop of carnage.

More warriors surge forward, joining the relentless attack. Arrows streak through the air, finding their targets with deadly precision, striking down the soldiers that had once surrounded you.

In almost no time, the weight pressing onto your back eases as the marine holding you hostage falls lifelessly to the ground.

Without a moment's hesitation, you propelled yourself onward, stumbling amidst the grim aftermath, desperately seeking sanctuary and cover from the chaos.

You were in such a state of blind panic that you failed to notice the piarcing gaze fixed on your back. Quadritch watched as you moved along the edge of the fields, a wry grin spreading over his lips, "Hey there, pretty bird."

In a single, fluid motion, he raises his weapon and mercilessly opens fire, his shots striking and finding their mark in your chest, sending a searing pain coursing through your body. You stagger back, a choked scream slipping from your lips as you feel your legs giving in.

"Y/N!" Neytiri's piercing shriek fills the air, her desperate cry reaching your ears as she swiftly drops down beside you, enfolding you in her protective embrace.

The crackle of gunfire intensifies, another relentless barrage of bullets tearing through the battlefield. With nimble agility, she hauls you into her arms, racing towards the nearest cover.

As her back finds respite against the rough bark of a tree, Neytiri's attention immediately turn to your injuries. Panicked, she assesses the extent of your wounds, her hands becoming stained with your blood as she applies pressure.

"My sweet girl," Neytiri's voice trembles in despair, her words saturated with raw emotion. Tears stream down her face, mingling with the dirt and blood that now stains her skin.

Sobbing, your body goes limp in her arms, sending the woman into a frenzy. Her voice rises in a haunting wail, a soul-piercing cry that reverberates through the battlefield.

"No. No. Great Mother! No!" she beseeches the divine with all her being, as if her fervent cries alone could alter the cruel course of your fate.

In that heart-wrenching moment, a figure drops down beside her, and Neytiri turns to see Neteyam, shrouded in blood as his usually steady temperment crumbled.

"Oh, Ma'Eywa, Great Mother, please no," he falls to his knees, his arms reaching out for you as he frantically takes you into his embrace. You whimper and stir, your head spinning as it falls onto his chest.

"Yawne? Hey, syulang. Hey, it's me," he cradles you closer, his lips gently pressing against your temple as you heave and shake in his embrace. "Shh, shh. I'm here now, right by your side. I'm here. I won't let you go."

"Ma'Teyam," you rasp, your eyes fluttering as the abyss of sleep beckons. "I…I am so tired."

With quivering lips and a voice choked with grief, he whispers your name, his voice a fragile plea."No, no, you have to stay awake, yawne. You have to stay with me," he presses in a hoarse whisper, his words trembling with a vulnerability you rarely see.

"Please," Neteyam's tears drip onto your pale face, fingers trembling as they brush against your blood-stained skin, gliding across your flesh with an almost desperate tenderness, as if his touch alone could heal the wounds that mar your body.

The battle rages on around you, the chaotic sounds of war blending into muffled ringing. In this moment, time stands still, and the world around you fades into shadows.

"'Teyam…" Gasping for breath, you feel a final heave escape your body before everything is consumed by a blinding light.

07/16/23 — I am writing a part 2 due to popular demand 🙈 I have a taglist ready as well! So feel free to comment if you would like to be added!

☄️part 2 💫

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hp-hcs · 3 months

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i see your theo and mattheo are bottoms post so i ask of you BOTTOM 👏🏻 YANDERE 👏🏻 FICS 👏🏻 i'd go feral if you dropped any plsplspls 😭‼️

• smut • hook up boyfriend — yandere! switch! theodore nott x male! switch! toxic! reader

look at this little bottom bitch he’s mine back off

so, my boyfriend proofreads most of my works on here, and i gave him my rough draft for this ask. he then said, and i quote, "jesus christ, [hp-hcs]. you write smut like a nun." and then he took my phone from me. so basically, this is a long winded way of saying that my boyfriend helped me write all the smexy stuff. tell me if I should let him keep helping me or if he's a god awful smut writer who should not be allowed within a hundred feet of my tumblr, mkay?

INCREDIBLY TOXIC READER JFC WHYD I MAKE YOU SUCH A MANIPULATIVE BASTARD IDK

WARNINGS: SMUT MDNI, amab reader, switch reader, implied unprotected sex w/ multiple sexual partners (you’re not magic irl. wrap it before you tap it.), lot of power dynamic changes—traditional top dom/bottom sub but also some top sub/bottom dom stuff as well, toxic shit in general, lot of manipulation, pretty mild yandere from theo, degradation, praise

i’m of the opinion that theo would be a bottom/dom just so that he could save face for posterity

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“What do you mean I can’t hook up with him?”

“Because you’re already hooking up with me!”

“So? We’re not exclusive, Theodore.”

“Yeah, but-”

“Friends with benefits. That’s it. I’m not beholden to give you my loyalty and undivided attention, dipshit.”

Theo growls and runs a hand through his hair while he paces around his dorm. You lay back on his bed, watching him with a bored expression.

“But he’s my best friend, Y/n!”

“Mhm. He’s also a damn good fuck.”

“I don’t need to know that!”

“Why not? You seem to enjoy fucking your friends, no?” You shrug, stretching out across his bed without a single care. “Maybe you ought to add Matty to your hook up rotation.”

“Matty?”

“Yeah? I’ve got nicknames for all my partners, Teddy-Bear.”

“All?!” Theo splutters. “Well- well, tell me this. Does he even satisfy you? Do you ever think of me when he’s fucking you?”

“He’s the bottom, actually.”

“Wh- huh?”

“He’s the bottom,” you repeat. “Why are you shocked? You’re well aware I’m a switch, Theo. And everyone knows that Mattheo is a Bottom-with-a-capital-B.”

A flame of white-hot jealousy heats up Theo’s skin. He grits his teeth in barely-restrained anger; it’s as if just saying the wrong thing right now would cause him to snap and go hunt down Riddle to put his head on a pike.

“I could be your Bottom-with-a-capital-B. You don’t need Riddle. You’re mine, and I’m yours. Got that?”

You snort. “No offense, Teddy, but I couldn’t see you bottoming in a million years. You’re my top hook up. I’ve got bottom hook ups so that you don’t have to do that.”

He stubbornly crosses his arms over his chest. “Well, maybe it’s high time you teach me how to bottom then. I don’t want you seeing other people. Especially if it’s just because they give you something I’m too chicken to.”

You blink. “Huh. That’s some weirdly endearing possessive dedication, love.”

“I aim to please,” he says dryly, those unnervingly dead eyes of his seeming like they could see inside your soul when he stares at you.

You consider the offer before a wicked grin slowly spreads across your face. “I bet you do, darling.”

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"Sh-shit! Fuck! Y-Y/n, I-"

“You gonna cum, pretty boy? Hm? Already?” He whimpers and nods frantically, his fingers scrabbling for hold on your shoulders and leaving stinging nail-bitten marks across your back.

Your teasing relents a bit at the sight of his blissed-out expression. Theo’s mouth hangs open in ecstasy, his eyes shut tightly and his back arching up from the mattress.

You groan at the sight of him splayed out under you. You grip his cock, reveling in his whimpers, and quickly start jacking him off in time to your thrusts. “C’mon, baby. You can do it. Be a good boy for me.”

His entire body stiffens as he cums with a moan that would make even a Muggle porn star blush.

You groan and start to slow down, but before you can fully pull out, he locks his knees around your hips to keep you in place.

"D-don't you fucking dare. More.”

“More?” You tease gently, hesitant to continue despite his request. “What a fucking slut you are, Teddy-Bear. Insatiable.”

He growls at your hesitance, far too impatient for that kind of bullshit.

He grips your shoulders, his knees tightening around your hips again as he uses all of that hot boy quidditch strength to roll you both over.

You let out a tiny yelp of surprise as he flips you onto your back. He whimpers loudly and moans at the shift in position, having to tuck his face into your neck for a moment while he collects himself.

Your hand moves up to comb your fingers through his hair, but he knocks it away before you can.

He sits up, supporting his weight with his hands flat on your chest, and takes a shaky breath at the shift of positions. “Want you t’ cum too.”

Your hands find his hips and grip them firmly, your breath becoming uneven as he starts to grind back and forth.

You help him raise himself up then lower his body again, listening to his sweet moans. As he finds a steady rhythm, you watch as his thighs begin to tremble.

“Merlin- I’ll never complain about you getting tired while riding me ever again. This is a fucking workout.”

“You’ll be fine. You’re not on the quidditch team for nothing.”

That was apparently the wrong thing to say.

His face darkens.

Maybe he just doesn’t like me bringing up his teammates while we’re literally fucking, you consider. Maybe he-

“How good of a fuck is Riddle anyways, huh? Could he ever ride you like this?”

Ah.

Fuck.

Mattheo’s on the quidditch team as well.

Theo starts moving with passion, roughly slamming down on you. “I asked you a question.”

“G-god- Theo!” You gasp, caught off guard by the sudden influx of sensations.

“Answer me.”

You whine and scratch your short fingernails over his abs, marveling at the pink and red lines that bloom at the surface a half-second later. “C-could never be as good as you, love. Shit- you’re perfect.”

He shivers at the sensation and grins slyly. “Perfect, huh?”

“Perfect,” you repeat, cupping the back of his neck and pulling him in for a slow kiss.

He sighs against your lips, returning the kiss. The sweet moment is cut off by you suddenly jerking your hips up into him and cursing loudly.

“Fuck- you feel so fucking good, babe-”

He gasps and his fingers claw frantically at your shoulders for any kind of support. “Merlin- I’m gonna-”

You watch as Theo’s second orgasm hits him and he goes practically boneless, slumping over on top of you.

He’s spasming around you like mad, and you can’t help but moan loudly when you cum just seconds later.

You both lay there in silence for a moment, trying to catch your breaths. Theo slowly eases himself off of your dick and rolls over to lay beside you.

“What‘s the final verdict?” You grin cheekily after a moment. “You a pillow prince now or nah?”

“Mmm…nah. I think I can settle for the label of switch though.”

“Aha! Welcome to the dark side!”

“Yeah, yeah. Shush. Now, roll over, I’m on top this time.”

~~~

“I heard you’re going steady with someone now.”

“Mm…mhm,” Theo hums an affirmative around the cigarette in his mouth, one hand cupped around the flame of his lighter as he lit it.

“Who’s the lucky fella?”

“Your ex-fuckbuddy.”

“Which one?”

“Y/n.”

Mattheo’s brow furrows. “Y/n? Y/n and I have never slept together.”

Theo suddenly launches into a coughing fit as he chokes on his lungful of smoke. “What?”

“Now, don’t get me wrong. I’d hit that in a heartbeat if he offered. But, I’m also like ninety percent sure that you’d kill me if I did that, and I rather enjoy being not-murdered, believe it or not. He is incredibly hot though.”

Theo just stared, his mouth hanging open.

You never slept with Mattheo?

What?

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• standalone!! •

i will not be writing a part two!!

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f4nrir · 10 months

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Request: [Mig + Tall!M!Reader], comfort or smut its your pick

Miguel suffers from uncomfortable side-effects of the DNA alterations (think werewolf where its a full moon-y occurance) that makes him more feral and bitey, Reader comforts him.

relieve me

— pairing; miguel o’hara x male reader

cw: sub!miguel, dom!reader, comfort / soft in the beginning, hand job (reader giving), praise, lil bit of degradation.

word count: 1.1k

miguel seemed more agitated than usual as he bounced his leg up and down in anticipation, unable to keep still in his position. you reached for his head, wanting to brush a few strands of hair off his face but he grabbed your hand before you could do so. his talons dug into your skin causing you to yank your hand away, hissing in pain as you glanced down at your palm. they didn’t pierce your skin but it hurt enough and miguel noticed it, turning his head away in shame.

“what’s this about?” you questioned as you approached him once again, careful with your movements so you didn’t set him off. miguel let out a small huff, still unable to sit still until you put a hand on his shoulder. it seemed to ground him as he began to loosen up, noticing how his body softened at your touch.

he turned to look up at you with sad eyes, slightly intimidated by how you towered over him. you noticed his deep crimson hues as he spoke, “the serum– it’s not working that well right now, it’s suffocating to deal with the alterations,” he murmured, a slight whine becoming apparent in his voice towards the end. you swiftly moved your other hand to run your fingers through his hair, pulling his head toward your body and he obliged by burying his face into your abdomen. soon after, you gently rubbed his back and he hummed in pleasure.

you urged him up from his seat, causing him to groan. “c’mon baby, let me help you” he perked up at your words and stood up from his seat then followed you into your shared bedroom. you sat on the bed and patted the space between your legs as you leaned against your bed frame, finding a comfortable position to stay in. miguel tilted his head before scurrying to find his spot, his back facing you as he laid down between your legs. you massaged his scalp and trailed your hands to his broad shoulders, squeezing at his muscles. a small grunt escaped his mouth as you continued, now focusing on his arms. he leaned into your body and looked up at you, a small pout forming on his face. you chuckled and placed a soft kiss on his forehead, then scattered it all throughout his face.

“you feeling better?” you asked as you held his face in between your hands, your thumbs gently caressing his cheeks. he closed his eyes and leaned into your touch, “much better. thank you.. but” he shifted a bit, not paying too much attention to his movements. he gently grabbed your hand and placed it on his crotch, grinding against your palm as he kept your hand in place. “i think this is much better, no?

you let out a sigh as you slowly palmed him through his pants, giving in to his desire. miguel’s breath hitched at the touch and bit down on his lip to prevent himself from moaning. your other hand made its way up his shoulder and then to his neck, wrapping your hand thoroughly around it. miguel whined at your touch as he bucked his hips into your hand, desperately searching for friction to use.

your fingers squeezed in the area right below his jaw and you leaned your face down, only an inch away from his ear. you closed up the space and nipped at the curve of his ear, your hot breath fanning against him which caused a shiver to go down his spine. deciding he couldn’t take it anymore, he put your hand in his pants and forcibly touched himself to feel some sort of relief. you slightly struggled to get your hand out of his grip but once you were able to, you roughly grabbed his face.

“look at you, acting like a pathetic dog in heat” you paused, before tightening your grip further, “how about you be a good boy and listen to me, yeah?” he whimpered at your assertiveness, finding it attractive with how easily you were able to gain control of him. you pressed pressure on the tips of your fingers, reminding him to answer you. he quickly nodded his head, fully surrendering himself.

you chuckled as you pressed your lips to his forehead, before trailing your hand down to his neglected cock. he whined into your touch, lifting his hips just enough to get more friction. “please, please more sir” he begged whilst muttering it under his breath, giving into his wants and pulled his pants down just enough for his cock to be let loose. miguel looked down at your hands, memorizing each movement as you worked on him and soft moans would leave his lips as you progressed.

“mi querido.. look at how pretty you look while i’m touching you, hm?” you coo in his ear, placing a soft kiss to his temple as you stroked his cock and teased his slit with your fingers. miguel moaned at the contact and attempted to move his hips away, but was stopped when you easily trapped him in between your legs. “you’re doing good baby, i know you want this. you want some relief, don’t you?”

miguel couldn’t speak, as moans spewed from his lips and whispers of your name left his tongue. you couldn’t help yourself either at the sight of him like this and began grinding on him, taking whatever friction was there to be offered. he leaned into your body to give you some relief, causing a slight groan to escape from your mouth. “sir, please… i’m so close please let me cum.. please!” he pleaded as he looked up at you, searching for approval.

“how could i say no to you? come on guapo, show me how good you feel,” miguel began to buck his hips up into the air with your words of encouragement, his desperation only growing further.

“please..” he muttered under his breath as he began to shake underneath you, fastening your pace on his cock while your other hand soothed his shoulders. “c’mon baby, come for me” and just with those words, miguel threw his head back into your chest as he coated your hand and his stomach with his cum. a guttural mewl mixed with his desperate moans emitted from him as he came and his chest heaved, attempting to catch his breath.

“you did so well.. good job love,” you placed a kiss on his forehead once again before placing another on his lips, his sharp fangs lightly grazing your lip. he pulled you in for a deeper and more passionate kiss, causing you to moan into his mouth. “more,” he whispered as he began to move against you, purposefully grinding on your bulge. you grip at his waist, holding him in place as he continued.

“can’t get enough of me, can you?”

tag: @anglhrts

#— zeppelin’s files 📁#miguel o'hara x male reader #male reader #miguel o'hara x reader #top male reader #dom male reader #miguel o'hara x you #spiderman 2099 #x you #x reader #sub character #mlm smut #spiderman 2099 x you

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kisakis-boyfriend · 6 months

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Ahem*

saw you doing Halloween requests and thought of werewolf reader fucking the brains out of lyney and lynette

I Warned You About Those Woods, Bro!

Pairings: Lyney, Lynette x reader (separately)

Warnings: Male!reader, dom/top!reader, werewolf!reader, sub/bottom!Lyney + Lynette, noncon, terato, breeding, knotting, rough sex

Genre/Format: Smut; Scenarios

Author's Note: As usual, both characters are 20+ — Yay werewolf time! Time to breed the adorable cat siblings! Hope you enjoy, lovely anon~

Please check my blog title to verify whether requests are closed or not! Thank you!

Ignoring warnings typically isn't a smart move. Ignoring warnings about dangerous areas is even worse. Ignoring warnings about the beast who inhabits this particular forest — the exact forest that they were about to head into for rare ingredients — was the dumbest move that they could possibly make

Now the ash blond's stupidity would land them in an undesirable predicament; trapped within the thickest region of the forest in the dead of night with not even a single soul to save them

“C-c-c'mon now...let's not be so hasty here! Ngh-! Surely you're a man of r-reason?” The frightened magician stuttered, painfully pinned down by a large clawed hand on the small of his back. The hand was big enough for the fingers to wrap partially around the boy's waist. A feral growl resonated within your chest as your eyes narrowed at the naive thing below you, wriggling within your grasp as a last-ditch effort to escape

If he was dumb enough to venture this deep into your territory, surely after the townsfolk had warned him, then you'd just have to prove that those warnings were not exaggerations

Now Lyney regretted ignoring the kind shopkeeper's pleas to steer clear of this area, as your far-too-thick cock penetrated his ass while your razer sharp claws tore his clothing to shreds. A puddle of drool built up underneath his chin as you fucked the human's deliciously tight hole, cumming inside moments after plunging in

Choked moans from the dumb boy mixed with the sound of your heavy panting, accompanied by the loud, wet noises of his cum-soaked hole. Lyney's nimble fingers dug into the dirt and grass below while you bred another heavy load of cum deep within him, bulging his insides to their limits

The soft, alluring skin of your prey beckoned you to sink your teeth into it, biting Lyney's shoulder as it peeked through his clothing. The boy's screams pierced your ears as blood trickled down his arm, staining his skin and the grass with both blood and tears

When you ultimately knotted the human, that was the moment that he finally broke. His vision darkened for a moment and his cry was cut short as the large knot popped inside, stretching his ass far too much. Lyney went limp directly after, speechless and exhausted from being bred by buckets of inhuman cum for hours all while struggling to break free, only to fail in the end

Shaky whimpers escaped from the boy with every drag of your nails on his skin, mindlessly shivering as his breathing slowed. The knot prevented you from pulling out for a long time, effectively keeping his ass lifted up while you rutted into him until you could separate. By that time, the human was brainless, fucked stupid by your cock until his hole was left gaping with cum dribbling out

Perhaps you'll keep this one. After all, he is rather attractive. His voice sounded beautiful when you bred him, so why not keep him as your mate? Force the tiny thing to accept your seed night after night as your cute little cumdump?

“N-no, stop that!” She shouted as a cold nose pressed up against her cunt, inhaling her scent deeply with a growl. She screamed again when a wet tongue began to lap at her folds, soaking her clothes in saliva while a large, furry tail swooshed in the air

“Wh-at are you...?” Lynette's question did not reach your ears as you were far too concerned with the intoxicating scent of her arousal, the orifice concealed behind thin cloth that practically begged to be filled, and you had every intention to do so

The loud squelching of the girl's pussy was music to your furry ears as your cock ravaged the warm hole ruthlessly. Having already cum inside once, the sloppy sounds only served as fuel to keep breeding her over and over. Lynette's cunt had never been so full in her life, gripping your fat cock in a way that caused your eyes to cross and your thrusts to hit deeper, banging against her cervix until another load was pushed inside

Innocent mewls were the only sounds that came from the small feline woman while you fucked her all night long. The cute sounds easily covered up by the grunts and snarls from yourself during your rough breeding session. The noises grew quieter and quieter until Lynette had gone completely nonverbal under your grasp, pushed into a mating press to keep your fertile seed from escaping

When it was time to knot your new mate, the angle that you had her positioned at was all too perfect for pushing the massive knot in, causing her stomach to bulge as her body had no choice but to make room for it. Lynette's eyes shot open for only a second, closing halfway once more while her delicate fingers flexed and went limp along with the rest of her fragile body

As the moonlight slipped through the trees, you admired the gorgeous woman underneath you. Finally unconscious after the harsh lesson in trespassing. She was truly beautiful and you couldn't bear to kill this one yet, so you opted to bring her home as a mate. This kitty would become your wife and breeding bitch, you decided. An eager hole to accept your cum whenever you needed relief

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rodolfoparras · 4 months

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Guard dog reader has me in a headlock

Cuz like hear me out

We get into a physical fight with another one of the soldiers and get punished by price

Although I love the thought of Price punishing guard dog reader for misbehaving I couldn’t stop thinking about Price feeling proud of guard dog reader for behaving, even going as far as to reward him for it

Pairing: John Price x Top Male Reader

Cw: 18+, possessiveness, riding

Price never liked this; award ceremonies that is, had never liked the itchy suits, sitting in stuffy rooms, engaging in conversations with people he’s never met before and doesn’t really care for

Throughout his entire career he’d done everything to avoid it.

However this time around he had a reason to attend because this time you’ll be there as well, and not just as his date but you’ll be up on that stage, getting rewarded for all the good work you’ve done this year.

When Price first took you in, no one had expected you to get this far. You were a stray, a feral dog, kicked out of every squad you’ve ever been a part of.

Tf141 had been your last resort, and although everyone had discouraged Price from taking you in, he’d seen something in you that no one else had seen and had therefore decided to make you a part of his team.

You quickly proved that you deserved your place and suddenly Price had a reason to dig up the itchy suit he had kept buried in his closet, had even made sure to prepare some conversation topics he could use when he’d be in those stuffy rooms full of strangers.

“Mind helping me with this tie? You say, looking frustrated as ever while waving around the fabric in your hand.

“Come here “ he grunts out and motions you over with his hand.

“ is it obvious that I’m out of my element here?” You say in a joking tone but it’s obvious that you’re nervous

“Just a bit,” he muses as he slings the fabric around your neck.

“Fuck me,” you groan, “do you think they’ll let someone else recive the award on my behalf, maybe you -“

“Don’t be ridiculous you’re going, " he says, tone firm as ever while focusing on his task.

“Why?”

“Because of this,” he says while lightly yanking at the tie “and because it’s your award and not mine,” he continues while adjusting the fabric “and because I want to see the look on their faces when you’re the one to receive an award and not them” he finishes up before dropping his hands onto your shoulders, and giving you a once over “You look good”

“Yeah? You think so?” You ask, trying your best to suppress the smile on your face.

You do look good in your suit and with that bashful smile on your face.

You look good as his date, not that anyone would know that part but that didn’t matter

and you’ll certainly look good when you walk up on that stage, accepting an award no one thought you’d be able to get, well no one except for Price that is.

His boy, he thinks to himself, feels a sense of pride swell up in his chest before he slots your lips together.

His boy, he thinks to himself as licks your bottom lip asking for entrance.

His boy, he thinks to himself dragging his tongue along the roof of your mouth as if trying to memorize every nook every crevice

He breaks the kiss, eyes wide, face flushed and absolutely breathless.

Price knows he should be out there, the award ceremony is just about to begin but instead he’s tugging that itchy suit off of his body before doing the same with yours. They didn’t deserve to see you dressed up anyways.

He should be out there making conversation with people he doesn’t know nor care for, instead he’s slipping out the plug he’d kept on him and pushing two spit slicked fingers past his puckered rim, making swift work of stretching himself for your cock.

He should be out there watching you the feral dog get ready to go up on that stage and get rewarded for all the good work you’d done this year, instead he’s got that feral dog under him, looking docile as ever while he works himself up and down your length.

His boy his boy his boy he chants over and over in his head before he tips over the edge, coming with a cry and spilling on both your abdomens.

•

“Give a round of applause to.. '' Price tunes out the voice of the announcer, eyes zoning in on your form as you walk up the stage to get your award.

His boy.

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sleep-0-deprived · 6 months

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Hey could you write Yandere William Afton x male reader plz and thank u for ur time 🥰🙏

Yandere William afton x male reader head cannons

Omg I’m soo excited for the new Fnaf movie I’ve been a Fnaf since 2014 but anyway I basically did head cannons and there is a NSFW section also sorry it took me so long and I hope you enjoy ;]

Female aligned dni 18+ only blog

One word describes William “possessive” this man is a murderer and he has and will kill for you if needed

William loves you watch you do things around the house and loves to tease you a lot

William loves it when you lay on his chest, it makes him happy but he will never tell you that

William will legit stalk you for weeks before he makes a move and if it’s a forceful one is up to you

Any past or present partner ends up dead or missing because he won’t let anybody get between you two

When William and you do eventually end up together he is very controlling about who you talk to and where you go while telling you “I’m only helping darling”

William always ends up walking in on you when your changing and claims “it was an accident”

NSFW

William definitely likes to see you fucked out and under his control even to the point where you are begging him to let you cum

William has a breeding kink and a thing for pet names like baby boy, doll, darling etc. One time during sex you called him daddy and he went feral demanding you do it again

When the two of you fuck William will degrade you like crazy he will fuck you like your life depends on it and will cum inside you over and over again until your stomach is full and bloated

William isn’t always rough with you during sex if he feels like it he can be more slow and sensational with you

Hates quickies because he loves taking his time with you and fucking you for hours

Like I said before William loves walking in on you and he does it when you shower too, it always leads to passionate shower sex

After sex you have so many bruises hickeys and bite marks because of William and you can hardly walk

William defiantly invented a fucking machine and tried it out on you while watching you plea for him to fuck you as the machine brings many over simulated orgasms

#x male reader #sub male reader #x male reader smut #bottom male reader #fnaf #fnaf x male reader #william afton x male reader #william afton #william afton x reader #fnaf x reader #fnaf x you

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berrieluv · 11 months

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ʚ 𖦹₊˚. remus lupin x fem!reader

summary: remus dies his hair red and you go feral.

kiki says: i saw this pics of david and i couldn’t help it. this history contains smut, MDI please, it mentions reader and remus being in his twenties and in college. reader is a horn dog but with a bf like remus who wouldn’t. there’s mentions of cum play, oral sex (male receiving) but it’s mostly domestic life fluff i think. sorry if somethings is wrong, english isn’t my first language.

ʚ 𖦹₊˚. ʚ 𖦹₊˚. ʚ 𖦹₊˚.

smut below the cut.

remus lupin had no right being this extraordinary specimen of a man he was. he was already too cool for you to handle, the mastermind behind every marauder plan, one of the top students in all his classes, what’s more attractive than a boy who loved to see the world burning but never burn with it.

sometimes you pinched yourself every time he called you ‘baby’ because nothing felt real next to him. it didn’t feel like you were on earth.

“no” you signed as soon as your boyfriend entered your shared department with a half smirk “no, no, no, no, NO!”

the last ‘no’ was higher and accompanied of a tantrum, the kitchen flannel was now on the floor and you walked straight to the bedroom. remus followed you, frowning in silence and found you lying in bed.

“what?” he chuckled.

“how could you do that do me?”

“what did i do” your arms start to violently move, pointing at his — now orange — hair. “well, sirius had a perm and he said i would look good”

“sirius had a perm?” you were really curious about what would made him take that decision, and more, how did it turned out?

“yes, never mind. what’s wrong with my hair?” he said, touching his already messy hair “i can change it if it bothers you that much”

you turn to face the pillow and take a second to scream against it.

“you look really fucking hot” you respond nonchalantly, as if you weren’t throwing the biggest tantrum of your early twenties. “it’s not fair”

“you’re like this because i look good? i thought i looked hideous. i thought i looked like those unemployed people who drop out of college to start a band”

“you look really good” you say “and definitely knowing you’re going to the university helps your character a lot”

“then what?”

you sigh in pain “i masturbate at the thought of you a lot, remmy”

he chuckles “thank you, baby”

“a lot, remmy” you emphasize “i mean it”

“i masturbate thinking of you too”

“yeah, the two times you’ve ever masturbate, and i’ve always finish it for you”

“what’s that?”

“you don’t like masturbating”

“well, no” he starts “i have you. and even before of that i wasn’t a fan, sorry?”

“not the point” you discard his apology “the thing here is, that doesn’t affect you as much as it does to me” you feel suddenly embarrassed, hidding your head on the pillow while remus sits on the mattress with your legs on his thighs “i can see myself getting out of bed later thanks to you. taking more time showering because of you. and what when you’re not here? i’ll just think about that stupid hair and have to do it”

“c’mmom” he laughs “you don’t masturbate at the mere sight of me”

“you don’t know what’s going on under those sheets, remus”

“fine. fine. fair enough” he kisses your shoulder “i don’t mean to brag, baby, but you make me feel really desired”

“you are, remmy. why do you think i make sure to kiss you every time we’re at the school cafeteria?”

“because you love me?”

“no, silly” he looks at you offended “well, yes, that too. but i just have to make sure everyone knows you’re with me”

remus chuckles again, that’s the only thing he knows how to do in moments like this one, where he felt so close to you and in his mind was only one thing.

fuck you.

in any way he could, he just wanted you to warm his cock.

he threw your shirt somewhere in the room and now he was on top of you. both of his legs at your sides and he just took his time kissing your lips and caressing your face.

he took off his clothes as soon as he could, he was an eager and busy man.

remus fucked like he was being chased. his goal was making you cum as fast as he could while that motherfucker just smirked and edged himself, watching the whimpering mess he made you, you couldn’t take any more and yet he still hasn’t cum.

“my pretty, pretty, baby”

remus sat on your belly, his already hard cock was resting between your breasts and he holds himself onto the bead board with one hand while the other toys with your boob.

you moan in his lips and he just has to bite your lips.

“my pretty, horny princess” he’s making fun of you. you know it by the smirk forming in his stupid handsome face “eager, baby?”

he knows you are, you always are. remus starts to move his hips against your torso, his balls humping against your skin.

a few seconds before that, remus starts getting closer to your mouth, finally standing with his knees in a way that his cock is directly in your lils.

you of course, receive him with an open mouth, how could you not when he looks this hot.

his balls are resting on your boobs and his big cock is now inside of your mouth, he toys with your face as if it was nothing, like you don’t have a gag reflex at all.

remus caresses your face with a soft completely opposed to his strokes. every time you suck his dick he makes a mess of you, he pulls out for a second and slaps your pretty face, you moan and he smiles, how can this moment not be perfect?

“you’re the prettiest girl i’ve ever slapped”

you chuckle, you’re also the only girl he’s ever slapped and you intended to continue like that.

remus kisses you after putting his cock on your mouth again and this time you raise your head so he could hit deeper, he holds your hands as soon as he sees you trying to touch him and he laughs every time he felt you wanting him to let go. he pulls out of you and he hears your cries, because you wanted more.

“what, baby?” he smiles, leaning down on you to kiss you “you know i wouldn’t cum right there. s’ not much like me, is it?”

and it wasn’t, but you thought that maybe that hair would make him change his mind and not be so cruel about filling your mouth with cum, his cum.

“don’t be mean, remmy” you manage to say while trying to get back your breath. “s’ just not fun. you don’t cum. and i don’t cum, why are we even having sex?”

he smirks and raises his hands in a way of declaring himself innocent, of what? you wouldn’t know, remus’ brain overworked while having sex and yours simply stopped working.

“you wanna cum, baby?”

and, as if being under his body with your face covered in saliva and his pre-cum wasn’t humiliating enough, he had to make you bed.

“yes, please, remmy” and you were weak. you would beg if he wanted you to. “please, please, i need you, need your cum, remmy”

“wow, you’re unbelievable. how do you look this pretty while begging? i would look embarrassing”

“s’ part of my charm”

“let’s have you cumming, baby, shall we? if you’re good enough i’ll stuff you with my cum too”

“not too many rounds, remmy. just cum”

he laughs, but you’re not kidding. he kisses your temple and nods.

and by the end of the night you’re a complete mess. there’s cum leaking from your pussy and you can still taste it in your mouth, your breasts are sparkling with it too and remus tries to get you up to take a shower but you’re way too proud of yourself.

remus lupin came four times that night, and here you were thinking that red hair didn’t make him change his mind, because there was no way a brunette remus lupin would cum more than twice the same day.

“and ruin my victory that soon?” you responded when he begged again for you to go to the bathroom with him “let me be, remmy”

“baby, i promise i’ll cum more but please. you have to pee and shower”

“i’m just so happy right now, remmy”

“have a shower and i’ll stuff your pretty pussy with cum again for you to sleep like that, fine? but at least you’re clean for the night”

and just like that, your body was already receiving the cold drops of water.

#remus lupin x reader #remus lupin smut #the marauders x reader #remus lupin fluff #remus lupin fanfiction #the marauders smutt

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thelargefrye · 10 months

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CARNAGE : HOW MONSTER!TEEZ FUCKS YOU … mature head canons

pairing : monster!ateez x f!reader

genre : monster au, mature, head canons

word count : 1k

warnings : language, mentions of cannibalism / human eating monsters

smut warnings : monster cock!ateez, unprotected sex, oral, sensory deprivation, breeding kink, marking (scratching), slight auralism, temperature play, double penetration, aphrodisiac pheromones, strength kink (i think i got everything!)

notes : inspired by @atiny-piratequeen and her ataraxia universe! sorry for always tagging you fie, probably will tag you one more time when i get the actual first chapter out

suffer with me tag : @sanjoongie also thank you for helping with deciding on what monster each member should be

how each monster!teez boys fucks you, as you have jointed down in your recent book on monsterfucking. please note that this is written as if you would find notes for a book or something!

ཐིiཋྀ ⸻ GORGON!HONGJOONG

DO NOT MAKE DIRECT EYE CONTACT WITH HIM!! – make sure their blindfold or yours stays on at ALL TIMES.

mostly fucks like any other human

no out of the ordinary autonomy; however, he does benefit greatly from sensory deprivation from his blindfold he always wears.

switching up and wearing a blindfold inside also heightens the other partners pleasure.

gorgons are not heavy into breeding and seem to not have any exact mating ritual or time compared to other monsters.

be careful when pulling his hair – the snakes bite!

also beware of them when a gorgon gives oral, snakes will also nip at your thighs... feels like being pinched... more annoying than anything.

forked-tongue. feels amazing. snakes still pinch though...

ཐིiཋྀ ⸻ KING GHIDORAH!SEONGHWA

not a dragon... but note he has several dragon-like qualities.

please note the hair color seonghwa has before proceeding with sex... they each have slightly different qualities but are generally the same overall

pink haired one is more lazy – you will do better at doing the work for the two of you.

black haired one feels the need to be in charge.

i think it's cause he is the middle head. does best performing oral and going rough.

blond haired one is the softer lover of the three.

eye contact is a must with him.

do NOT try to assert dominance over any of them! they do not like it!!

has a breeding kink it seems like it, but i don't think he will admit to it... will growl if teasing about being breed.

seonghwa is the largest monster in the book... standing at around 15,880 centimeters in his monster form and 365 centimeters in humanoid form.

cock is large, prepping yourself is key to taking him

only one of his kind... will find more about origins later on...

ཐིiཋྀ ⸻ BANSHEE!YUNHO

banshees are moaners, very loud whether topping or bottoming

have sharp claws that will rip clothing

they will also leave marks on skin... does not hurt too bad unless gone feral.

like the gorgons, no out of the ordinary autonomy

however male banshees appear to be rarer and larger than female ones

yunho stands at around 213 centimeters... taller than hongjoong and any human... same height as mingi.

talks a lot during sex... will tell you what he wants to do and what he will do

voice is very soothing... helps you relax similar to wooyoung's pheromones

ཐིiཋྀ ⸻ PHOENIX!YEOSANG

BEWARE! PHOENIX IS GUARDED BY A GUMIHO!

yeosang's body temperature is hotter than a normal humans.

temperature play seems to be a big thing... unsure if yeosang can control his body temp... will find out more about this later

will tease you and loves edging

phoenix performs well with his fingers and tongue... will have to do it again soon

has also displayed traits of breeding... however phoenixes do not breed normally

yeosang in his phoenix form is around 1,188 centimeters and his humanoid form is 274 centimeters

performing oral is the best way to make his submit

will be tag teamed with the gumiho – double penetration

special note: was gifted one of his feathers... reason unknown.

ཐིiཋྀ ⸻ DULLAHAN!SAN

san stands at around 182 centimeters... around an average human male height

he removed his head to perform oral while his body fucked throat

deep-throating, will feel cock in your throat

will fuck on horseback... rather scary... would recommend trying it once

loves to grope... will grope every part of you if you let him

loves to be close when fucking... san is a very loving partner

dullahans are also very loyal?? now san kind of patrols around the area near the cottage... interesting.

ཐིiཋྀ ⸻ FAERIE!MINGI

BEWARE!! FAERIES WILL ATTEMPT TO EAT YOU IF YOU LET YOUR GUARD DOWN!!

they love challenges so if you want to fuck one, make it a game

mingi says faeries vary in height and he is one of the more taller ones... some of them can be as small as 91 centimeters

rather unbelievable stamina and can go multiple rounds

mating press is the best position for mingi

have heard faeries have two cocks... will do more research on this

faeries also appear to have several mating rituals... make sure to not get mated to one! several fuck to mate and breed one person for life!

mingi has now decided to make camp in my living area... him and hongjoong get along quite well.

ཐིiཋྀ ⸻ PLANT MONSTER!WOOYOUNG

BEWARE!! MOST PLANT MONSTERS ARE MAN-EATING!!

wooyoung's monster form stands at around 609 centimeter while his human-looking form stands at 172 centimeters... same height as hongjoong

will use his vines as restraints

will also use vines to to fuck you – they vary in thickness

also produces aphrodisiac pheromones to calm his partner

his vines also produce a sort of liquid when he comes... makes your body slick with it

wonder what it taste like... maybe next time

wooyoung has also started a garden near the cottage where i found him... little plants that look like his monster form... will investigate further into this.

special note: has a lovely green hue over his skin in some areas

ཐིiཋྀ ⸻ GUMIHO!JONGHO

BEWARE! THEY EAT HUMAN HEARTS AND LIVERS!

jongho's gumiho form is around 9,997 centimeters and 304 centimeters in his humanoid form

weakness to getting him to submit is to scratch behind his ears... very cute when submissive

likes to show off strength... be prepared to be moved around a lot in different positions

jongho is very protective of the phoenix, yeosang, will do anything to protect him... do not try to threaten the phoenix if you wish to keep your life!

special note: can seemingly materialize his tails at will... doesn't have more than two at a time unless trying to assert dominance.

will have to do more research on all of them again at a later date. will add new entries and notes as i gather more research.

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bunnyyamor · 1 year

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° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ shower sex

having simon away for so many months has made u lonely and miss him. but all of a sudden; he’s home, tired and exhausted. u know exactly how to make him relaxed.

simon “ghost” riley x f!reader ୨୧ ꒰ nsfw...mdni ꒱ male masturbation, shower sex, unprotected sex, cream pie, cock play, breast play, touch starved and feral simon, pet-names

pls comment + like + reblog; i would rlly appreciate it (๑˘︶˘๑)

you stared out the window, sipping coffee in your sweater as you reminisced on memories of you and your simon. your eyes landed on a tree, sensing the wind picking up. you loved simon but loving him was hard and you knew he struggled as well. lovers were meant to be together, to see each other, holding, kissing, conversing. you missed that when he was gone and you knew he missed you too from letters and just knowing simon so well. you knew he was doing what was best, fighting, he was the one sacrificing but you felt you were sacrificing as well. you were sacrificing your man, sacrificing the feeling of always, all the time being comforted. instead, you embraced loneliness as your friend. and yet all of those ups and downs, you still needed simon, you still wanted to be his girl. you didn’t want it any other way.

you fogged up the window and drew a heart on it, putting your initials and simon’s. “i miss my baby.” you pouted as you took your phone out and saw the wallpaper on it was you kissing his cheek. he was so rough around the edges and you were his escape. your personality was sweet, happy go lucky, that is probably why you two meshed so well together. you were the misses that brought him back down to earth, that made him feel safe, loved. he was the bull and you were the china shop.

“hopefully daddy can be here soon,” you patted your puppies ears. every time you saw your dog you saw simon because simon had him trained so he would protect you when he was gone.

simon was said to be back in a couple months. for some reason that seemed like years to your ears. you were always wanting that maybe he could get back sooner, the door opening to him all dirty, dusty, needing a shower but here, present.

outside was finally raining. it was a gloomy day and for some reason that made you feel more alone. “i sometimes hate the fuckin rain.” you muttered. you thought about what you said and laughed out loud to yourself. boy did you sound like your man. he was rubbing off on you already.

you read the time and saw it was getting late. you still needed to shower and do your 10-step skin care routine. the memory of simon teasing you about your steps made you smile. how you missed your brit. you wrapped yourself in your sweater and was about to head into your room when you heard the door to your home creak. the doorknob jiggling. your dog ran straight for the door, making sure you were behind him as he barked non-stop. the person at the door wouldn’t stop. if this was someone trying to sell something or a stranger they wouldn’t be so persistent on getting in. quickly you head to your wardrobe and from the drawer you retrieve your handgun. simon had gifted it to you a couple months into you two dating. legs apart, gun pointed straight for the door, you waited for the intruder to get in. they were about to have a bullet between their eyes and meet their maker.

finally, the door opened, and in quickly stepped-

“simon?” you questioned.

simon wiped his boots on your welcome mat, he was drenched from the rain. his eyes hadn't met yours yet but when they did you could tell he was smiling under his balaclava from the way his eyes crinkled. “good girl.” his voice sounded tired.

“oh baby,” you dropped your gun and ran to him. everytime he came home you cried. cried that he was safe and really in your arms. simon always said you were very emotional. even though simon was tired he still accepted your running form and picked you up in his arms. “hello, love.”

“i missed you.” you embraced him, not caring if he smelled of sweat and dirt. you kissed his masked covered cheek. then, gently, you lifted it up and took it off him. to think you were the few people to see his beautiful face. his eyes softened. you could tell there were so many things he wanted to say but there wouldn’t be enough time. “i’ve missed you more, baby.”

your clean, soft hands caressed his stubble that was growing perhaps because of the length of the trip back home. your plump lips landed on his rough ones. it felt so perfect kissing him. something you were missing was finally here again. you didn’t want to ever stop kissing him. you wanted him to truly know how much you loved him. you wrapped your hands around his head to deepen the kiss. your tongue lightly licked his lips and you felt a pinch on your side. “oww,” you chuckled, knowing what simon was talking about.

“naughty girl,” he growled, making you throw your head back in laughter. “you know what you do to me.”

“you’ve been a good boy right?” you joked, hopping out of his arms and leading him back to the room.

“if you’re asking if i’ve cheated on you, my love, the answers no. i couldn’t, haven’t gotten the time.”

your smile disappeared and instead you wore a scowl. “ha ha very funny,” rolling your eyes.

simon smirked as he gave a deep chuckle, “i knew you would get mad. i like seeing you lose your temper.”

“yeah, don’t have much patience nowadays. besides, i get grumpy if someone were to touch my man.”

“don’t worry, darling. i’m all yours.”

you felt this happiness deep within your heart. the whole that was there when he left was filled now just seeing him. you felt bad however to see him so tired.

he stood before the mirror, ready to take his uniform off.

“no babe. let me.” your eyes looked up at him through your lashes. “let me take care of you.” you immediately started to take off his boots, so gingerly. his eyes never left yours. it expressed so much love for you. he was a man of few words but his look said enough. he appreciated you and cherished you so much.

you finally were to his uniform shirt. half lidded, having to feel his skin, you gently lifted it above his head. he always caught your breath. he was very fit, and had chest hair. you could feel your body warm up as his chest was inches away from your face. simon put his finger under your chin, lifting your face up. your eyes flashed to the scars he had on his chest. they made you worried because each had a story, a story that might have ended so differently. your nails delicately grazed each one.

“it’s not as bad as it looks,” simon said jokingly.

each deserved love. so you kissed one scar, then the next. eyes closed as you gave a peck to each scar.

you noticed simon’s breathing was quickening and he was groaning. both of you were touch starved and were in need of each other. “fuck,” simon mumbled, as his head hung back. “i need you, love. i don’t know how long i can hold back.”

“i know, baby. i want to show you i appreciate all you do. let me take care of you. relax.”

“that’s easier said than done. especially when you’re kissing me like that. you know how many nights i dreamed about you. nights where i wish i was between your thighs, or i was inside you. this feels like a dream right now.”

you kneeled down in front of his already excited cock. you could see the tent in his pants. “you poor thing. and that’s why i promise you, i’ll make sure you get me on the daily.” you winked.

you got him to take his pants off so now he was just a dusty simon with his briefs on. you gulped at seeing his thick thighs. you loved to sit on that lap, they were so strong his legs, and made you weak.

“eyes up here, darling.” simon raised a brow.

you stuck your tongue out. “i wasn’t looking at anything that wasn’t mine.”

“possessive aren’t we?” simon’s hands raised and caressed your hair.

“now, since you haven’t had a proper, deserving shower in a while, with warm water. i am going to give you a bath, so get fully naked while i go put on some candles.”

“love, you don’t need to do all that. i just want you.” simon was almost begging. he loved how you were particular with detail and you wanted to do so much for him but he didn’t need none of that. he has been non-stop thinking about you. his hands made grabby hands for yours.

“don’t worry. i’ll be quick.” you sprinted to the bathroom. putting a robe and soft comfortable matching pajamas that matched with yours on the counter for him. you put the candles on that smelled like vanilla and turned the shower on so it was warm for him. you played some slow, sensual music on alexa. “ok, this looks good!” you smiled big.

you turned around to see simon leaning against the door frame. he was watching you the whole time. you felt a lump in your throat however when your eyes drooped down to his hanging cock. it was thick just like the rest of him. seeing him like this made you want to forever lock him up and never have to share him.

“don’t worry. he misses you too.”

you licked your lips, simon always made you speechless. you opened the shower door for him. with a walk you always loved, so manly, he walked inside. you took a good look at his ass, thanking god he had cake. he was so fine!

the moment his skin made contact with the warm water he groaned. all the black grime was dripping down his skin into the drain. little by little his skin was showing, clean. his eyes were closed, enjoying the feeling as his hands wandered all over his wet skin. your eyes widened, entranced. he noticed you were staring so he decided to play with you. his thick fingers wrapped around his cock, shaking it and stroking it. “fuck, i wish someone would help me out with this. any volunteers, love?”

you knocked out of the trance and rolled your eyes. “make room in there. i’m coming.”

“i was anticipating that.”

as you entered, fully naked, you walked into the water. shower head drenching your hair. you got wet first then got some soap that smelled like perfume. you knew that simon was watching so with an evil idea you lathered the body wash all around your breasts. each stroke causing them to jiggle. you rubbed circular motions around your nipples and picked each breast up cleaning under. you squished them together, really cleaning them. your could swear you heard him curse under his breath, “yeah, baby just like that. fuck me.”

you dragged the soap down to your pussy, playing with your lips. you then gathered that and went to your ass, spreading your ass apart, playing with each cheek.

“mmmm,” you heard his grumble and heard him playing with his cock. you loved playing for him.

you moaned as you bent over to reach your legs. you knew he was behind you , getting a good look at all of you. he thought you looked like a siren. your skin was wet and your hair was soaked. eyelashes thick from the water. you looked like a beautiful vision. you were his dream girl.

he couldn't take it anymore. he needed to touch you. he put more of your body wash on his hands and stood skin to skin behind you. you felt on your ass his standing cock. it was sticky with pre-cum. “oh hi baby. i forgot you were here.”

“sure. i really don’t find it fair that your fingers are getting more action than me.”

you giggled but then it turned into a moan as his soapy hands reached to your breasts. “i’ll help you clean.”

“n-no. that’s my, job.” you bit your lip, trying not to let him take control as you wanted him to relax.

“listen baby, i like pleasing my woman. let me.” he breathed into your ear as his fingers played with your nipples. pinching them and rolling the bud then dipping lower to your cunt. his thick middle finger delicately tickled between your lips. it was light but made you get excited. “even with this shower blasting on both of us, i can still feel how wet you are.”

“fuck,” you huffed.

simon spread your pussy lips apart and traced your clit. rolling it then flicking it. “nnnn, simon. i-fuck-i want to make you feel good.”

simon couldn't take it anymore. he had been away from you for so long. he needed to be inside you.

he forcefully turned you around. the height difference was so much that he towered over you. his fingers cupped your cheeks as he dipped down to take your lips into his mouth. his tongue came out, lashing against yours and your teeth.

“mmmm simon. fuck me.”

“i love you so much, darling.” simon said between kisses. “fuck, i don’t know what’d i do without you.”

you were on your tiptoes as your tongues fought. you licked the inside of his mouth. simon became feral, growling like an animal as he lifted you up by behind your knees. your legs against his head so you could not go anywhere and you were opened up for him. without even preparing yourself simon entered into you. you hadn't had him this whole time and no toy could equal up to his size so you felt your tightness being ripped.

“good girl. i can tell this pussy missed me. it hasn’t had me in a while.” he chuckled.

“fuck me simon. oh fuck.” you breathed as he sunk into you. you slowly took him all the way in. you felt so full, missing him, missing each crevice and feeling of him. simon nodded as he lifted you back and then slammed into you again. “ahhhh. shit! mmmm feels s’good.”

your half lidded eyes saw his biceps strong, his muscles moving with each thrust. his tattoo entranced you. “ooh baby.”

“that’s it doll. give it to me.” he grunted with each pounding. he lifted you up and down, his cock dragging inside you, wetting you each time. you felt each vein, felt him so fully inside you. his movements and making you bounce went faster each second. his balls coming up to slap your sensitive pussy. he was so strong to carry you and fuck you. you just held onto him, not able to move as you took each beating your sensitive pussy could handle.

“you like that, darling?” simon gritted between his teeths. his forehead rested against yours as he switched and put you against the glass window. “that pussy taking all of me. what a good girl.”

“ugh, m’fuck! that’s it baby.” your arms came up to hold onto the glass. the feeling of the cold glass shooting up your back. both contrast of his hot body entering into you. simon grabbed onto your hands up high, pinning you against the glass as he powered inside you. non-stop, wanting you to scream on his cock.

“ahhh simon, i’m not gonna be able to. i’m gonna fuckin cum!”

“ooh, you sound dirty. who taught you how to speak that way?” simon smirked, already knowing the answer.

the way his cock angled to hit your g-spot. he reached so deep you thought you felt him in your stomach. his hips rolled with each thrust. you felt your pussy lips stretching to take more of him. his white cream producing more as it mixed with your juice. his cock dripping with your cum. it was making a white ring at the base of his cock. “fuckin shit. fuck, fuck, fuck. that’s it y/n, take my cock. take it all. i’m gonna fuckin cum.”

you held his head still and looked into his eyes, “fuckin cum for me simon. i want you to cum inside me. please fill me up, mmm.”

that’s all simon needed to hear. he was exhausted and just emptied inside of you. seeing his veins protruding from squeezing out his seed and hearing his hearty moan made you also come undone. he fucked you still as your pussy pulsed around him, clenching around his shaft as you came. your juices dripping down your legs. “fuck, baby.” you gave a tired smile. you were sore now and we're definitely going to feel it tomorrow.

“you felt so good, darling. so tight for me.” simon kissed you again.

“i don’t think i can walk,” you laughed as you tried but your legs were wobbly.

simon stood behind you and held you still, holding you up. “i’ve missed you so much. i missed feeling you.” simon was vulnerable with you. his hands went around your torso from behind and kissed behind your neck. “i never want to leave you, my love.”

angel’s little words - this man literally makes my kitty into a knot like he has it purring. my mind is flooded w him and all that cake! It’s my first ghost fic so pls don’t hate me if u hate it ok! i was nervous to post about him bc idk if I got him correct but I did rlly enjoy writing him. Also bc he has so many edits of him w the song wine pon you by doja I wrote this w that song on repeat teehee.

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b00kdiary · 4 months

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Wildest dreams (V)

ACOTAR The Batboys x Plus size reader

Where the reader finds herself gaining the attention of the most notorious males in Prythian and it seems that even her wildest dreams couldn’t prepare her for the night they would share.

Notes: This has Rhys, Cassian and Azriel with a plus-size reader since I literally couldn’t decide who it should be and thought that the best fantasy in the world would be all three :) Here’s to all my thick, fat, plus-size girlies who want some bat-boy love too xo

Warning: mature themes (18 +) swearing, body-image issues, smut and the bat boys being utterly infatuated with their thick, beautiful lady (FINAL PART)

Part I Part II Part III Part IV

MASTERLIST - 1 and 2

"Like what you see, Darling?"

My body shivered at the smooth purr of Rhysand's voice through my mind, caressing over me like a lover's touch, igniting my skin and blood with fire. But I couldn't reply, couldn't speak as I took in the males before me.

Who were currently shedding off their layers, one by one.

I sat on the edge of the large bed, the satin grating against my bare skin as I clenched my thighs together to stifle the ache forming between them. It was hypnotic, the three of them stood smirking and arrogant before me, the room silent as they began unbuttoning their shirts, lifting them with ease over their heads to reveal the corded muscle and ripples of strong endless skin covered with dark whorls.

My gaze didn't linger on one male for long, moving from the slender leanness of Rhysand to the hard ridged abs of Azriel and finally, the solid corded muscle of Cassian. They were ethereal, the kind of beauty that seemed unreal, and yet as they watched me, it was as if I was the most beautiful thing in the room right now.

Rhysand stalked forward on silent feet toward me, his ties loosened allowing his breeches to hang dangerously low around his hips, revealing the sharp V of his torso. I couldn't stop myself from following down the expanse of his tan chest, my eyes grazing the trail of hair that began at his navel and dipped under his breeches.

I felt the heat inch onto my cheeks, my breasts heavy and the wetness between my thighs aching with need and want. My eyes fluttered up, meeting Rhysand's star-flecked eyes and pretty tilted smile as he beheld me, still sitting on the bed, my erratic heart beating with impatience in my chest.

"How would you like us, darling?" Rhysand murmured, his voice hoarse as he dipped his head down, his hand trailing over my bottom lip and settling to cup my cheek. My mind turned blissfully blank as his lips met mine, and I didn't conceal the whimper that escaped me as his lips moved against me, his tongue delving and exploring against mine.

I thought of nothing but the feeling of him one second and then the next, images flashed through my mind.

I saw myself on top of one of these fine males, my head thrown back, my eyes closed, riding and taking every last inch of pleasure that I could get.

Then there was a flash, and I was sprawled on the bed on my hands and knees, a firm, veined grip tugging on my loose hair and sinking deep into me from behind, an unfamiliar kind of pleasure.

And then there is the final image, where I kissed down the strong expanse of muscle and skin, closer to the place where I craved to taste and explore as I was explored.

I blinked as reality came fading back in and Rhysand's violet eyes twinkled before me, amused and needy, waiting for an answer, waiting for which choice I made. That was clear- it was my choice, to be taken and treated and pleasured in whichever way I saw fit.

I wanted it all. I wanted every fantasy. All at once.

Rhysand's brow rose, a glimmer of surprise shining on his face but then he smirked, turning feral as he heard my proclamation, and saw exactly what I had decided.

'Beautiful, wicked little thing," Rhys purred, and my body prickled as Cassian and Azriel came over, blocking out any light from the moonshine, just as they had all those hours ago at Rita's. My wide eyes looked between them all, and I knew I was out of my depth, lost in how I could even begin to explore my own desires.

Cassian smiled, the face that could harden with violence and death now looked as sweet as honey and sugar, and my body melted with a sigh as he sat beside me and with the gentlest of hands, ran his rough fingers over my soft body and lifted me onto his lap, as if I weighed nothing.

I gasped against his chest, my eyes fluttering as my core rubbed against his breeches as I settled each thigh to straddle him. I bit my lip as Cassian's hands settled on my bare thighs, his hardness digging into me and I moaned into the kiss he gave me, moving down with him as he laid on his back.

"Is this alright, angel?" He questioned softly, looking up at me from the bed and my body pulsed and roared at the feeling of him under me, taking every last bit of my weight and not even noticing. I dragged my soaked, exposed core down his breeches and the groan that escaped him made me weak.

I smiled coyly as my fingers moved down, brushing across Cassian's torso and I felt his breathing hitch as I unlaced his breeches, slowly pushing them down and my heart stilled as his hard erection broke free, slapping back against his stomach.

"Shit," I muttered and the quiet laughter of the three males around me made me blush, my head ducking low in embarrassment, though the size of Cassian made my heart hammer- the idea of him trying to fit that inside me.

"Don't be scared, sweetheart," Azriel murmured, sitting on the bed beside us, his hand coming to tuck my hair behind my ears so I could see his warm eyes. "This is all at your pace, we're following you."

I gnaw on my lip and with the gentlest touch, I reach forward, gripping Cassian's length in my hand and shivering at the feel of it in my palm, at the weight and size and hardness.

"Fuck," Cassian grunted, and I grew braver, my eyes transfixed upon him as I palmed his length, my hands so small in comparison to him, enjoying every breathless moan that escaped the General beneath me.

"Cassian, may I-?" My cheeks grew hot as I looked down, the question shining in my eyes, but my tongue tied and embarrassed to say the words. He grinned, feral delight on his face, and shifted onto his elbows, pulling me into a deep kiss and lifting my hips to help me.

The first brush of Cassian's length against me made me whimper, and I didn't realise how desperate and ready I was until I lined him up to my entrance and sunk down, deliberately, and slowly. My mouth opened in a soundless 'o' as Cassian stretched me, his body rippling under my palms at the feeling of us joined.

"Cauldron," I cursed, my head dropping to Cassian's chest as he fully seated himself inside me, and the burn was so strong and yet it felt so good.

"Shit, you're squeezing me so tight," Cassian gasped, his warm minty breath brushing my cheek and I fluttered my eyes open as his hand came to my cheek, lifting my head to meet his eyes, "Are you all right, angel?"

"Yes, yes," I whispered, and my body grew unbearably hot by the attention on me, Cassian under me, Azriel at my side, Rhysand behind me- just watching. I shifted my hips and Cassian, and I moaned in unison at the movement.

I placed my hands on Cassian's chest and with a deep inhale and exhale, I rose myself up to the tip of him, before slowly sinking back down, deeper than before. He swore, and my lips messily met his as he glided his hands down the rolls at my back, his hands curving around my ass, moving me in against him.

I rocked back and forth, again and again, and beside me, Azriel growled roughly, his scarred hand tracing up my body to cup and fondle my sore breasts and his hazel eyes burned as he suckled and bit across my jaw and neck.

Cassian's eyes pinched shut, and I knew he was holding himself back, restraining himself for my sake and I adored him for it.

"Rhys," I pleaded his name, glancing over my shoulder to where he stood watching, the violet in his eyes deepening to a midnight sky, transfixed as he watched Cassian's length disappear inside me, my ass rippling gently with every move.

"Are you sure, darling?" He asked quietly as he stepped forward, his ring-clad hand running down my back and resting on my ass, his touch so bare. I nodded at him desperately, knowing he could hear and feel the desire running through me.

Cassian paused under me, his length stopping inside me, giving me the time, I needed as Rhys prepped himself. I heard the sound of a vial opening and my heart raced with anticipation as the smell of lavender filled my senses.

I tensed at the feeling of Rhysand's fingers behind me, slippery with oil as he traced uncharted territory.

"I need you to relax, darling, otherwise this will hurt," Rhys said softly, and I swallowed down the dryness in my throat, letting his calm tone sooth me. I leaned forward, grabbing Azriel's hands for support- and as he began kissing against my cheek and Cassian rolled my nipples between his fingers, I melted into the distraction.

"That's it," Rhys praised, and I gasped as his finger dipped into me, ever so slowly, stretching me out. The feeling was unfamiliar and just barely uncomfortable but as he continued, going deeper and faster, it soon eased enough that when he slipped in a second finger, I whimpered loudly.

"You're doing so well," Azriel smiled against my jaw, and the arousal that spiked through me made my head spin, Rhysand's fingers crooked inside me, knowing exactly what spot to hit. "Taking it so well."

"Rhys," My voice broke, utterly ruined, and I arched my back enough that Cassian's eyes rolled, his hard length still seated patiently inside me, my walls clenching and unclenching. "Please, I need you."

A deep, rumbling growl emitted from Rhys and I felt empty the second his fingers slipped out from me, leaving me bare and aching for that feeling again. But as that vial clinked open again, and as Rhysand pulled down his breeches, I knew I didn't need to wait long.

I arched my back as Rhys came to stand behind me, his fingers sprawled over my ass spreading me wide and as his hard, slippery cock brushed against me, I braced myself. I inhaled and exhaled slowly, and as he guided his hips forward, I found myself burying my head into Azriel's chest.

No touch or kiss was enough to distract me from this intrusion.

"Oh-oh," I scratched my nails down Cassian's stomach, my fingers moving over every ridge and muscle for leverage as Rhys sunk into me, inch by inch, the feeling so fucking full I didn't know how much more I could take. "Don't- shit- please, don't stop."

"Cauldron, Y/N," Rhys panted, and the sound made my skin ignite with fire- the sound of my name, pleading and breathless on my High Lord's lips, was one of the best things I'd ever heard. "You're going to fucking kill me clenching around me like this, darling."

The ache of them both inside me soon settled and it wasn't long before I was shifting my core, the feeling of them both within me making me gasp and the pleasure bubbling under the surface.

"Please, please," I gasped when Cassian and Rhys both rolled their hips, moving in tandem inside me.

"Tell them what you want, sweetheart," Azriel murmured against my cheek, kissing teasingly along my jaw, "Tell them how badly you need it."

"So bad, so, so, so fucking bad-" I whimpered, my body shaking now, "Please, Rhys, Cass- Please move."

They didn't need to be told twice.

I bit my cheek hard enough to taste metal as they both drew out from me and then rocked back in, their paces agonisingly slow and with them stretching both holes, hitting two spots far and deep in me, I couldn't catch my breath.

"There you go, Angel, there you fucking go," Cassian grumbled under me, his eyes wild as he watched me, tits bouncing and his hands digging into the flesh of my hips as he fucked his hips up into me, his pace getting faster.

I gasped, Rhysand’s hands curving around my waist and tugging against my breasts, his harsh breath at my ear, every push of his hips, hard and fast behind me, making me jolt and shake.

“Fuck, Gods above-“ My stomach clenched at the fire fanning in me, and all I could do was hold on as they stroked into me, the lewd sounds filling the room, our moans, and curses in tandem as they ruined me.

“Az,” I mewled, my heavy eyes turning to the Shadowsinger beside me, contently watching and enjoying the sight of me being fucked stupid by his brothers, and I draw him into a messy, bruising kiss.

He grumbled into the kiss, and I felt his scarred hands lift and wrap around my throat, the pressure on each side making my head spin and the breath catch in my lungs. His tongue moves against mine with so much indulgence and my eyes blanketed over with shadows and stars.

I sank against Azriel, my hands running over his hard and chiselled chest, scratching, and clawing as I move down his stomach and the sound that rips from him when I draw his cock, hard and slippery with pre-cum, free from his breeches, is a sound I’ll remember for years to come.

‘Your body is perfection, darling,” Rhys hummed through my mind and even through our mental connection, I could feel his arousal, his pleasure as his rings dug into me, his hips shifting and something new and intoxicating consuming me.

I stroke Azriel furiously, curses and moans falling from his lips endlessly and it melodies into the air with the sounds of our bodies moving in the room, and Rhys and Cass seem to feed off of every whimper and cry that comes from me, fucking me harder, as if imprinting themselves inside me.

“I can’t- too much-“ I cry out, too many hands, too many sensations all driving that cord within me tauter and tauter until that feeling is close enough to break.

“That’s it, Angel, so close now,” Cassian coaxes, and my body has no strength left, all I can do is plant my hands on his chest and let him fuck up into me, Rhys guiding me forward and the angle shifts, shifts so that their brushing parts of me I never even knew existed.

“Oh- oh-shit-“ I hadn’t ever experienced pleasure like this, had never been stretched and fucked and touched so thoroughly.

“Let go, sweetheart,” Azriel grits his teeth, his body trembling as my hand moves up and down, again and again, up his veined, red cock and when a hand brushes between my thighs, rubbing messily against my puffy, aching clit, it’s all too much. “Come all over my brother’s cocks now-“

There’s a spark and I’m powerless as it explodes, fanning and roaring as it burns into a full-blown fire, and it shatters every single part of me.

My back arches and my mind goes blank as every nerve in my body ignites, that pool within me draining and draining and draining until there’s nothing left, until I can’t keep up. Azriel holds me, whispering sweet nothing in my ears and my release lasts so long, edged further as Rhys and Cass chase their own highs.

"Fuck, fuck-" Cassian swore, and I felt his hips start to falter, feeling me clenching around him like a vice. It didn't take long for him to start to shake, the muscles at his stomach clenching and hardening and as his eyes clamped shut, he bucked up, swearing as he found his release within me.

The roar he released shook the bed, shook the ground and I felt his warm seed leak out of me, filling me up as his pace slowed, twitching as he came to a breathless halt.

“Rhys,” I begged, for what I didn’t know, but the pressure of him behind me was making me dizzy, that intensity too much and when I leaned back, cementing my back to Rhysand’s chest, he hissed, his arm wrapping around my body to keep me close.

My head lolled back against his chest, unable to hold myself any longer and yet, despite that fog that covered me, my hand still drew to Azriel, still wrapped around his cock, still stroked, and fisted and rubbed him, knowing he was so close.

“Rhys,” I cried his name, and the broken sound that strangled from me when his hand slipped between my thighs and rubbed at my clit, made Azriel shudder, his control wavering. “Rhys, please- can’t- it’s too much-“

“One more, darling,” He whispered against my neck, nibbling, and sucking and biting against the skin as his cock drove into me from behind, skin slapping skin and so brutal that it hurt so good until tears leaked down my face and my hand clenched around Az like a vice.

“Sweetheart, shit-“ Azriel’s voice slipped into something wholly dark, and my eyes fluttered, desperate to watch him as his entire body went hard, his hazel eyes rolling and the filthiest, lowest moan emitting from his lips as his hips jolted- and pearly white cum leaked and leaked and leaked all over my thigh and hand.

“Ruining my brother’s so good, huh?” Rhysand ran his canines over the sweet spot at my neck, hips starting to falter as I squeezed his cock painfully tight, his fingers at my clit slippery with my arousal and Cassian’s release. “Just give your High Lord one more, just one more.”

It’s like his word became a command and my body had no choice but to obey, but to submit and something dark and devastating cracked through me, an orgasm that hit me so hard and fast I couldn’t breathe.

Rhysand’s name was a prayer on my lips, a chant I said again and again, crying tears, and shaking as release razed through me. He bit down on the junction of my throat, canines puncturing flesh and white dots filled my vision as his cock jolted, and he came with a deafening groan.

Rhysand’s body and mine melted together, exhausted, breathless, and sweating and I didn’t have the strength to open my eyes much less keep my body straight, and I was glad for the numerous hands that held me up.

The room was spinning, and I winced as soreness overtook my whole body, bright and furious as I was lifted, Cassian and Rhys both slipping out from me so softly before guiding me down to the bed and pillows as if I were as breakable as porcelain.

I sighed at the feeling of the cloud-like softness under me, my heavy eyes fluttering open, and I gasped softly at the sight of all three males above me, smiling down at me with adoration on their lovely faces.

My face and body heated at the attention, and I released a heavy exhale as I shifted onto my elbow, trying to lift myself to sit- trying and failing.

“Lay down, sweetheart,” Azriel coaxed, his hands guiding me back down and brushing the damp strands of hair from my face, his touch so tender.

I flinched, a pained whimper coming from me at the feeling of something wet brushing my core, and when I looked down, Rhysand shot me an apologetic smile, a wet cloth between his nimble fingers.

“Rhys, I can do that-“

His eyes shot to me, the violet flashing brightly and the command in them, the authority, was enough for me to sigh, rolling my eyes as I dropped my head back to the fluffy pillow. I gnawed on my lip, my face twisting as Rhysand cleaned the mess dripping down my thighs and over my core, his touch so unbelievably gentle as he cleaned me.

Cassian grinned at me, praise shining in his eyes as he ran his calloused, large hands up and down my thighs, soothing every small wince that escaped me or jagged inhale of breath.

I sighed in relief when Rhysand rose from between my parted thighs, the cloth magicked away from his hand and the ache in my core slowly dwindling. My eyes flickered between the three of them, suddenly feeling far too exposed, lying here utterly naked before them.

Stupid really, considering all the very inappropriate things we had just done.

Rhys snorted a loud sound that echoed through the silent room and my face burned at the knowing smile he gave me, hearing my silly thoughts and adoring the shyness that had come back with a vengeance in me again.

“How are you feeling, darling?” Rhys asked quietly, his strong gaze trailing over every inch of me, concerned, as he took in my still trembling and sore form.

“I’m okay,” I whispered back, barely enough energy in me to speak, “Just tired, but a good tired.”

“Then it seems we did our job,” Cassian smirked, and I giggled when he slipped into the spot beside me, his large frame nestling into me as he laid down, his wings draped back and going slack as he sighed into my neck. “Sleep, angel, you need it.”

“Are-are you sure?” I muttered, gnawing on the inside of my cheek nervously, looking from Rhys and Cassian and then to Azriel, who raised their brows at me “I can leave-“

“You’re not going anywhere,” Azriel shook his head, his lips curling into a frown as he took up the spot beside me, and like Cassian, his body melted against mine, the two of them pressed against my body contently.

I giggled at the smirk Rhys threw me, the sound getting louder as Cassian and Azriel kissed against my cheek and neck, sweet, tender kisses that tickled and throbbed and felt so good.

My thighs parted as Rhysand came between them, his body relaxing as I ran my hands over his tense shoulders, running my fingers along the whorls tattooed there as he settled his body between my thighs, his head dropping to my stomach and resting there.

He groaned, a purely blissful sound, his face sinking against the flesh of my stomach, and I laughed at him, the way his eyes began to flutter as if I were the best pillow he’d ever had.

Cassian draped the biggest duvet I’d ever seen over the three of us, and I smiled as they cocooned against me, nestling into me for comfort and warmth and holding my body like it was theirs. I ran my fingers through Rhysand’s hair, his fingers digging into my thighs, keeping them hooked to his waist.

“Who would’ve thought,” I mutter, hearing their amused laughs brush against my skin, “You big bad Illyrian males like cuddling after sex.”

“Only with you, darling.”

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Learn Your Lesson

Azriel x Cassian x Rhysand x Reader

Summary: Anon Request: Hear me out on this one…You’re mates with the bat boys and playfully begin comparing their bedroom skills/wingspans. Obviously Cassian can’t let it go and now the others need to defend their honor, so they decide to have a competition on who can make you cum the most/the hardest/the fastest. Who do you think won overall…? And thoughts about how it went (kinda inspired off that fuck marry kill Drabble writings by chlo created *chefs kiss*)

Warnings: Smut

Word Count: 1,940

Notes: SO @writingsbychlo and I just wrote this up for you all because we too love the delicacy that is poly!batboys. ENJOY!

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“It hurts,” you whimper. Cassian’s head pops up from between your legs. His mouth is glistening with your slick and his pupils swallow the vibrant color of his eyes but he looks no less starved then he did an hour ago.

“We can’t have that, now can we, darling?” Rhys caresses your face softly, wiping a tear from your cheek with his thumb. Warmth floods your body as he washes away the pain, leaving only pleasure in his wake. It’s enough that you keen, back arching to meet the hard ridges of his body where he lounges lazily behind you. “But you have to learn your lesson.”

“I-I think I learned my lesson three orgasms ago,” your huff melts into another whine as Cassian’s tongue flicks against your clit.

“And yet,” Cassian mumbles, pulling back just far enough to leave a bite to the inside of your thigh, one sharp enough to have you jolting, legs clamping around his head again. “You’re still being mouthy.”

“I’m not—”

Your words are cut off, dying on a cry of his name as tears well at the edges of your eyes once again, white hot pleasure that brinks on too much as his tongue laps at you again. Before he can repeat the motion, though, the door swings open, and the two males go still on the bed as your third leans against the doorframe, arms crossed over his muscular chest.

His hazel eyes are dark with shadows as he drinks in the sight of you, Rhys, and Cassian naked on the High Lord’s large bed. He takes in the drying mess that’s still on the sheets and the wet spot where Cassian’s been making you cum on his tongue for the past hour.

The corner of his mouth lifts in a feral yet delicious tease. “Having all the fun without me? That’s just cruel, I’ve been working all day, and this is what I come home to?”

“Az…” A sigh of relief slips free, his smirk softening a little as he looks over to you. He pushes off of the doorframe, his thick-soled boots scraping across the floorboards, scuffing on the wood and bouncing around the near silent room. As he moves closer, that smile becomes a frown, tracking the tear marks on your cheeks. “They’re—”

In an attempt to silence your complaints, Cassian nips at your swollen, oversensitive clit, and your back arches as a broken whine leaves your lips. Sweet relief follows as Cassian’s head is pulled back, Azriel’s fingers fisting his locks. Cassian hisses in reply.

Azriel only tuts, yanking Cassian’s head further back until the male who’s been kneeling on the floor between your legs now stares up at his friend. His chin is still dripping, glistening with your arousal, and Azriel frees his other hand to wipe along his jaw. “So mean to our girl, Cass. She’s shaking, and crying. What have you done to her?”

Rhys brushes the hair from your shoulder, pressing a soft kiss to the bruise bitten skin in apology. Your eyes narrow as you shoot him a look. You know exactly what the cheeky High Lord is up to now that Azriel’s joined the group.

“Teaching her a lesson.” He manages to mumble out, and you prop yourself up on shaky arms, just enough to catch as Azriel slips that slick-coated finger between Cassian’s lips. The warlord’s lips seal around it immediately, obediently, sucking your cum clean from his skin before Azriel pulls it back.

“I thought it was my job to teach the lessons around here? What did she do?”

When Cassian hesitates, Azriel gives a sharp tug on the locks still clutched in his fist, a soft moan leaving Cassian’s lips. “She was taunting us. Talking about wingspans and—”

“I was joking! It’s you who got all righteous and had to defend his sexual prowess!”

Azriel’s head snaps up from the male at his feet to you, head tilting a little in concern. “Shh, sweetheart, I’ll get to you in a minute. Let Cassian explain himself. Go on, Cassian.”

“That’s… it.”

“That’s it?” Azriel repeats, brows raising as he looks away. You can't tear your eyes from the scene before you. The tension is thick in the room, your arms barely able to hold you up to watch but you can't stop. With a heated glance, Azriel’s molten gaze scans your flushed body, layered with sweat and your own arousal, before fixing on the raw apex of your thighs. “Looks like you’ve been putting that snarky mouth to use, Cassian. Perhaps you need more?”

You stiffen, a whimper on the tip of your tongue with the urge to snap your legs shut, but it isn’t you that Cassian is pushed towards. Instead, Azriel lets go of his hair just long enough to undo his own leathers, dropping them to the floor until his chest is stripped bare, tattoos and scars enhanced in the dim lighting of the room.

“You can get me nice and wet, too, Cassian, since you’ve so kindly gotten our girl all ready for me.” Your arms buckle as the thought of Cassian’s lips wrapped around Azriel’s cock sends a whole new wave of arousal through you. Azriel smirks, sights flicking to you for a moment as he senses your approval. Running a thumb over the kneeling male’s lips, Rhysand shuffles closer behind you, his warm chest pressing to your back and legs stretching out to bracket your hips, supporting you as the scene unfolds. The press of his hot cock into your backside is a reminder of how you have yet to take him. “Don’t tell me you forgot, Cass? You used to suck my cock so well. I guess you’re all ruined now. Perhaps Rhysand will be—”

“No!” Cassian’s overly excited burst pulls a dark chuckle from Az, even as Rhys shifts behind you like he’d just love to take up the offer. “Me. It’s me. I’ve missed the feeling of you on my tongue.”

“I’m sure you have.” Azriel murmurs, nodding to his belt. Cassian’s fumbling hands shoot up to begin unfastening it, and as he struggles to yank tight leathers down Azriel’s muscle-corded thighs, your vision flashes.

An image, through Rhysand’s eyes. He’s watching himself in the mirror as Cassian presses him into the bed, fucking into him. Azriel is behind Cassian in the memory, thrusting into him like the night may never end, and it's what spurs Cassian’s cock into Rhys over and over again.

Another memory appears, and Cassian’s head hangs backwards off the bed for Rhys to fuck his mouth, as Azriel goes down on him. You can almost visualize the sounds that must’ve been filtering through the room at the time, the wet cavern of Cassian’s throat as Rhys presses in, Azriel slurping at the warlord’s cock, the moans ringing like battle cries throughout their shared room.

More, one of Rhys squirming under scarred fingers, and another of Cassian crying out their names, shadows around wrists and headboards, dark hair and golden sweat-soaked skin and calloused hands grabbing at thick muscles.

It’s enough that when your vision clears, just in time to watch Cassian lick his way up Azriel’s cock to the tip, there’s new slick dripping down your thighs. As Cassian’s mouth closes over Azriel, the shadowsinger’s head tips back with a satisfied moan, Rhys’ fingertips skate up your thighs once again. One finger dips into you, slow and steady, and your head rolls back onto Rhys’ shoulder, eyes still fixed on the pair at the end of the bed.

“Don’t let her cum, Rhys.” Your whine is weak, desperate from Azriel’s own brand of torture to edge you, but his head shakes in response, hand sealing around Cassian’s head to hold him still as he thrusts deeply, all the way until Cassian’s nose meets his pubic bone, done with games. “Just keep her ready for me. The next time she comes is on my cock. If she cums, you don’t.”

Rhys’ bucks against your back with a groan as Azriel’s searing gaze moves to him, firm and commanding. You know exactly what it feels like to be on the receiving end of that very look. Between Rhys’ fingers teasing you, Azriel’s soothing words, and the sight of tears beginning to form in Cassian’s eyes as he stares adoringly up at Azriel, you’re hurtling close to the brink.

At the ragged moan of Cassian’s name on Azriel’s lips, you hit your peak.

But, the pleasure never comes. Cold, sharp talons, careful not to pinch, wrap around your hazy mind, holding you there perfectly, as soft kisses are pressed to your shoulder. You have no doubt that it isn’t a kind gesture, though. This isn’t for you, to help you obey, this is for him. Rhysand wouldn't dare disobey Azriel if it meant his own climax is on the line, you can tell that just from his obedient replies, and that means you are in it together.

Teetering right on the edge, black spots flashing in your vision as you pant his name on a whisper, nails scraping harshly up his legs. You never slip past the crash, living in the endless circle of an orgasm that doesn’t quite crest. Curling his fingers, Rhys chuckles into your skin as he presses a spot that makes your hips buck wildly, cunt clenching and fingers fisting in the sheets so hard it hurts. His cock smears across your back, precum leaving a sticky mark between your bodies that feels so dirty your head spins.

Appealing to Rhys will do you nothing, and Cassian has already made his stance for the evening quite clear, but there’s always one person who gives you what you want, what you crave. “Azzy…”

At the sound of his name, his focus returns to you fully. He pulls Cassian from his cock with a pop and lets him hunch over on himself a little to take deep breaths, already mourning the feeling of his throat being used, no doubt. “Are you ready for me, sweetheart?”

“She’s ready.” Rhys promises, pulling his fingers from you and holding them up to show the proof. It’s so obscene your cheeks flush with even more heat, and Azriel smirks, crawling up the bed towards you both.

“Good boy, Rhys,” He takes Rhysand’s fingers into his mouth and the High Lord lets out a pathetic sound at the praise as he sinks his fingers further into Azriel’s mouth, grinding his hips subconsciously in need. Lining himself up, Azriel curses softly as he slides into you, and the moment Rhys pulls his grip on your mind away, you explode.

Shaking, a mess in Azriel’s arms as you finally feel full, an out of body experience that leaves you with wet cheeks again, and Azriel only murmurs soft encouragement into your ear as he rides you through the kind of earth shattering orgasm you’ve never before experienced.

“That didn’t take long,” Cassian snickers, pumping his own cock as he rounds the bed to stand and watch, Rhys huffing needily as he lies flattened beneath you both, getting everything and nothing all at once.

“I know.” Despite his breathlessness, there’s a smugness to Rhys’ tone, like he’s done it all on purpose, hoping that if you finish soon, Azriel might move onto him. It’s a good plan, in theory, if it isn’t for the way Azriel leaves loving kisses along your jaw, hips rocking slowly as he works.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m all yours. They don’t get to cum until you decide it. It’s your turn to punish them, and I’m just here to help.”

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