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l13 · 9 months

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cod twt visuals part 3

WARNINGS : NSFW, 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI, f!reader, the links are literally p#rn, proceed at your own risk

CHARACTERS: ghost, soap, gaz, alejandro, price, könig, keegan

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ghost

❥ ghost bouncing you up and down his cock while you take a shower together- it started out innocent enough, with you just washing each other, but as his hand brushed past your breasts, his cock immediately twitched, hardening fast against your belly and he cursed under his breath, apologizing nd saying that he ruined a soft moment- but you just shake your head, "I've been wet for a while now.. you're so pretty Simon," he almost LOOOOOSES his mind

❥ anal with ghost:)

❥ p sure this one was also in a previous part but it's sOOOO GOOODDDDD like this is exactly how i envision ghost would fuck, holding you by the waist, with your back arched, nd all you can do is moan<33 "Jeeesus.. fuckin' look at you,"

soap

❥ THISSSS BUT HE'S WEARING HIS GHOST MASK yeah, no yeah. goes absolutely feral when you start throwing your ass back at him, "Oh fuck, baby yeah..." "Get that dick,"

❥ soap doing what he does best- sucking your tits and fingering you at the same timee, loves when you grab him by the hair and angle his head upwards, so that you can push your mouth against his, panting against his lips as you make out, hips grinding down on his fingers "Fuckin' love these tits, fuuck,"

❥ riding soap:(((( he's being such a good boy for once and lets you take charge<3

gaz

❥ kyle is a certified pussy eater and i won't hear anything different- he LIVES to go down on you, sucking and lapping at your cunt with a smirk on his face. Sometimes when he feels a lil cheeky he'll try to talk to you without pulling back- and his words get all muffled, and it's the lewdest thing ever, "S fcking goodmmf baaaby, God." "Why do you taste so good, huh?"

❥ he loooves touching you over your panties that's it that's the post

❥ yup yup yup

alejandro

❥ he's a groaner and we all know this

❥ no but imagine you rile him up so bad that he gets fucking rough with you, fucking you dumb till you stop being a brat- making sure to grab you by the throat the minute you start running your mouth again

❥ more rough alejandro omfg.🤭

price

❥ you ALREADY KNOWWWW side fucking with price<33333

❥ price fucking you in the car immediately after you come and pick him up from the base after mooonths of not seeing each other:( "Christ, I missed you honey.." "Did you miss me, hm? Miss this cock?"

❥ SAME VID AS IN THE FIRST PART I THINK, but some of yall cant open it so maybe you can from this one<3

❥ try not to get caught fucking on base with price FAILED again bc of how loud you're both moaning, and he still thinks y'all are being careful 💀 pls (ghost is literally traumatized and avoids eye contact with you at all costs)

könig

❥ please, PLEASE let könig fuck your thighs, he'll go feral omfg

❥ not a visual, but könig touching himself nd thinking about you???? yeah you best believe he's loud af. Pretty baby almost cries when he makes himself cum, all the while thinking that it's your pussy that's taking it all in<3

❥ könig always makes sure he preps you well, and what better way than to use his mouth??

bonus

keegan

❥ keegan can never help himself whenever he wakes up next to you, you just look too fucking good- his cock hardening at the sight of you, still naked from the night before and he curses, his hands sliding down your back to cup your ass, whispering against your neck "Wake up baby.. I need you,"

❥ no cause why would keegan do this?? he's a fucking menace i just know it

❥ he would have cum inside you anyway, but the fact that you asked for it? it makes his mind fog up, literally can't think of anything else besides you and how fucking good your pussy feels around his cock<3

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yestrnight · 1 year

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ POCKET SLIME !

FROM: kaveh, alhaitham / gn! slime! reader

SUBJECT: you used to be a docile, little thing. a blob of extraordinary cuteness that just follows them around wherever they go. but how in the world did the pet slime they took in turn to be some sort of cum-hungry demon?

( this shit reads like a doujinshi, so don’t even bother using braincells; feels like im committing some sort of crime against the cute widdle slimes of genshin; unhygienic slime usage; reader has a diçk AND a pússy, reader also has a humanoid form don't worry; best of both worlds; urethra play (kaveh); dubcon; nipple play (alhaitham), throat fucking (haitham); they’re ALL on their receiving end; ahégao; )

✧.* KAVEH

KAVEH who takes you in while you were plopping sadly around in the rain, sad little rumbles and bleps from your jelly body. he’s not so heartless that he’d kill some poor slime who doesn’t even have any interest in attacking him, only nudging its pudgy body against his shoes and looking pleadingly at him.

he likes to watch you eat the treats he brings home. it’s a stress reliever to see you munch on some sumeru roses he brought home, and he pats your blob figure fondly while you squeal in delight at his treats. you’re not a very picky eater, he finds out, but you’re more delighted whenever he feeds you something with elemental energy. once he learns of this, he brings home more and more elemental energy stuff, just to be on the receiving end of your cute lil snuggies.

KAVEH who lets you sit on his head whenever he’s working on his projects. while he sketches and measures, your cool jiggly body feels so comforting on his hair. sometimes he even falls asleep with you on him, and you slowly make your way to his cheek so you can protect him from the hard wood of his desk.

he genuinely brought you in because he thought you were cute, nothing more than that. he’s gotten fonder of you ever since the days pass by, and you thought of him the same. however…

KAVEH who wakes up to something warm and gooey sucking on him down there. as he squirms under the blankets, tiny little moans and whines escape his pretty little lips. the pink blush on his cheeks seems to brighten when he slowly opens his bleary eyes and sees his adorable slime sucking on the tip of his pretty cock. imagine the shock of seeing the pet he was so fond of doing nasty things to him!

“nnh–! [y-your name]! what are you– ahh ♡!” he tries his best to cover up and pull you away, but with no such luck. in fact, you suck even harder, the wet noises of his cum and your squishy body echoing throughout the room. you suck even harder, and the pleasure makes kaveh’s body jilt and shake every rhythm and pulse.

“angh… t- too much…!” he sobs and pushes you away, but his hands only sink into the slime. it’s only around this time he suddenly realizes the slow expansion of your blob body, slowly morphing into something familiar… something humanoid… something… cuter.

your wobbly smile looks so innocent even as you tongue the veins across his dick, and it sends blood to his head until he feels like he’ll pass out from a nosebleed. you gurgle something that sounds faintly like ‘master’ and ‘kaveh’... and gods does that make his dick hard.

“a s-slime turning into a human?” he gasps, sitting himself. “i must be going– ngH! c-crazyYY ♡ stop! s-stop!” using the dexterity and fluidity of a slime, your tongue compresses into something thinner. you ooze your way in into his urethra, the slimy thing bumping against the edges and leaves his toes curling and fingers gripping the sheets.

“ughk, mmh~!” he throws his head back, dick humping into your slimy mouth. “m-more ♡ k-keep going~! agh, ah, ah~!” your delighted gurgle sounds faint in his ringing ears, but he still manages to smile fondly. “g- good slime ♡ s-sucking on your master’s dick so h-ha-hARD! fuck!” he hisses when your tongue presses against his prostate. he pats your hair with one shaky hand and you nuzzle into it. “so ♡ cute ♡ you got even cuter ♡”

“‘m gonna blow! [your name]! ggh [your name]!” he whines and desperately grasps on the hair-like jelly. “s-slow down~♡! gh, nwah!” he wants to attribute your lack of understanding to your inability of comprehending human languages, but he swears he sees the shadow of a devilish smirk on your cute face before you griiiind your tongue right against his prostate.

as his climax hits him, KAVEH’s eyes roll and his back arches into the air as he shoots his seed into your mouth. the tears blur his vision, but he can see his white seed spurt into the jelly. satisfied with your meal, you finally pull out your tongue– getting some pretty screams from your master at the added simulation– and his body falls limp. you smile and giggle at him, kissing away the tears from his eyes, and slumping your cool body against him.

“th– thanks, [your name],” he smiles at you, kissing you briefly before sleep takes him away again. “do that for me again, ‘kay?”

✧.* AL-HAITHAM

HAITHAM who is skeptical of the slime his fool of a roommate brought home. he raised an eyebrow when kaveh came home wet with a pudgy slime in his hands. “you know that can dissolve you, right?” he points out, ever the smartass.

kaveh snaps back. “of course i know, idiot. but look at them! don’t you feel bad for them?” he raises you high and you give a warbly greeting, but alhaitham is far from impressed. his dramatic roommate rolls his eyes at him and kaveh carefully tucks you away. “let’s go, [your name]! this callous idiot isn’t worth your time!”

HAITHAM who didn’t pay you much attention, only ever seeing you while you drape off kaveh’s head when he enters for breakfast. you were well-behaved for a slime, anyway, so he shouldn’t concern himself much with you. but his interest is piqued when one day he hears devilish noises from kaveh’s room, sounds of slurping and sucking while kaveh whines pathetically muffled behind the door. clearly, it’s not kaveh doing the sucking and slurping, but…

HAITHAM who sees you again the next day at breakfast, draping off kaveh’s head as usual. he greets kaveh with his usual coolness, but kaveh, for lack of a proper word, looks completely fucked out. his legs shake as he pulls his chair, and when their hands touch while reaching for the food, he pulls back with a lip-bitten yelp. all the while, you garble incomprehensibly on him.

yeah, no. his roommate is definitely fucking his pet slime. haitham’s not chatty, but he’s got a million words for how fucked up the entire situation is. once kaveh is out of the house, he corners poor little you and stares down into your vacant little slime eyes. he won’t admit that he actually cares for his… once friend, so getting rid of the thing that has tempted him into immoral acts will be the best next thing.

“mm- mmgh?!” haitham doesn’t know how he ended up like this, gagged and bound by your slimy tendrils. while he tries to break free, he stares in astonishment as the blob slowly expands. the torso starts first, before extending into limbs, until the head takes shape and a very, very pretty smile is smiling innocently into haitham’s face.

“☆♡♡?” your gurgles continue to be incomprehensible, despite the humanoid form. slowly, your cool hand caresses his face, holding his chin while your tendrils lift him ever so slightly up the ground. you kiss him, like how a lover would, the slightest bit of tongue swiping over his lips, but then you pull away— and he catches the devilish smirk before you lean in again and start fucking his mouth.

he thrashes in your slimy hold, slipping away only for the slime to thicken and tighten their hold on him. he glares at you with look of indignation as he tries his best to keep his mouth shut, only for you to slip your tongue between his lips and curl around his tongue. he shakes as you bring him closer to you so you can properly fuck him in his throat. you curiously watch as he gags and splutters on the length of the tendril, his glare never ceasing even though he looks like a proper slut with that dark red blush on him.

replacing your pseudo tongue for another tendril, you pull away from his face and eye his thin shirt. your curious hands roam over the expanse of his chest, and you delight in the softness of his pecs. feeling a bit too eager to get your hands under his shirt, you dissolve the cloth away and quickly reach up to rub his two pretty nipples. you roll them around in your fingers, giving each one a tight squeeze before going back to massaging them.

HAITHAM, behind the slime gagging him, yelps when you lean in and bite one. you run a tongue over his wide areolas, studying his expressions to make sure you’re pleasing your master’s best friend properly. his glare is more subdued, the wriggling has lessened, and there’s an… anticipation in his eyes as he stares down at you. you’re more than delighted at the progress. this means he likes you, right? you always felt a little sad when haitham would glare at you, but now you can feel getting closer to him! best friends, even, just like him and your master!

and like every best friend does, you should make him feel happy too! lowering one gloopy hand down to his pants, you waste no time melting away his pants and underwear and morphing your hand into something akin to a suction cup. little tentacles line the inside of the cup, and a muffled groan from haitham convinces you to finally ungag him. he gasps for breath, staring at you with wide eyes and a fucked out look. “what… what are you waiting for?” haitham grits his teeth, trying to hide the desperation he’s feeling when you’re so, so close to finally giving him the relief he wants. “put that on me. now.” a pause when you don’t do anything, and the last left of his dignity leave him as he gives you a pleading look and buck his hips up. “please.”

you know from experience that that one syllable is the go ahead, and with enthusiasm and vigor, you put the cup on him and start sucking. “mmm! ngh, ah, too much! ah!” you think his moans are pretty. huskier and deeper than your master’s soft and light whines, and that only makes you sucke even harder. the stimulation forces him to bend his back as he dangles in mid-air, forcing his fat cock deeper into your suction-hand. the dizziness of the upside down world makes the blood rush to his head, and he feels his eyes rolling to the back of his head when you tickle the throbbing vein running the downside of his cock.

“ah, sh-shit, you’re taking me all in ♡” sweat makes his skin glisten, highlighting even more his soft pecs and his abs. tendrils reach out from your back as they glide themselves around his waist and guide him back up. he’s positively shivering as you continue pounding his cock in and out of your hand, and his tongue is shivering when you pull him in for another kiss.

somewhere in the back of his mind, haitham swears he’ll make a research paper on you– on how intoxicating and aphrodisiacal you can be.

✧.* IT’S A THREESOME!

KAVEH bounces himself on your dick, your squishy body serving as his cushion as he lets his limp body get absolutely wrecked by a thick and veiny cock you fashioned from your ever-morphing body. his pretty dick slaps HAITHAM’s muscled torso as the younger one slaps his heavy balls against the pussy just underneath your balls.

your slime encases the both of them flicking haitham’s nubs up and down and fucking kaveh’s urethra open, just the way they like it. it should be humiliating, the two roommates who could barely stand each other now open and so vulnerable to each other. but kaveh’s face is contorted in a lewd expression, eyes crossed and tongue hanging out of his mouth as he gets his ass destroyed, and haitham can’t find the energy to even insult him.

well, maybe a little bit. “you– ngh! – you really brought a beast into my home, huh?” he pants out, grabbing kaveh’s waist for stability as he thrusts his dick into you like a beast in rut. “you really couldn’t resist the chance to get yourself fucked silly, huh, my dear senior?”

kaveh whines when he feels haitham going even faster on you, and he tries to cover his face with his arm. “sh– shut up, okay?! i– a-ah ♡ i didn’t knooow! i thought they were a c-cute l-little thing ♡ but now they’re–” a sob escapes him as you abuse his prostate. “they’re just bullying me e-everydayyy ♡”

haitham locks eyes with you, innocent and vacant, not a single thought behind them. but it’s hard to see you as anything but innocent when you’re offering up both your cock and pussy to your two masters.

“you’re one crafty thing,” haitham bites out. but all you offer to him is a happy little noise when you think that you’ve made your two masters happy and fulfilled. just like how that man taught you to.

#ੈ✩‧₊˚ next stop! tighnari & cyno #genshin impact #genshin smut #alhaitham smut #kaveh smut #genshin x reader #genshin alhaitham #genshin kaveh #genshin impact x reader #alhaitham #kaveh #nite.writes

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corpus-incorporated · 1 year

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Imagine being one of those Catholic vampires I mentioned a few days ago and having gay sex with a man as he speaks the words of the transubstantiation ritual

this is my body that has been given up for you

take my blood and drink of it

do this in remembrance of me

To turn oneself into sacrament, to share your piece of God with an unholy creature. “There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin.”

The love that is so strong it makes you go against God just so your beloved may prosper. The holiest unholiness to ever grace the world. For God too would also love the vampire, who lacks his grace yet exists and thus must have been allowed to exist for a reason.

Vampires are about desire, and desire is not wrong - it is alive. Desire is so close to love. Imagine one such tender moment of love and of vampires.

#i guess I’m kind of just worldbuilding in this space #I’m not actually Christian to clarify #and I don’t actually believe in vampires #but their combination does satisfy me poetically #so I like to imagine a world where this is true #d3da5 hot take of the day #d3da5 cultural catholocism #this should get its own tag #theophagians #that’ll be it #god eaters

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itsbuckytm · 2 months

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Secret Admirer / Regulus Black

Summary: Regulus had always harbored a soft spot for a particular member of the Potter family. This individual stood in stark contrast to James, and being a Slytherin only seemed to fuel Regulus's obsession with the sibling who exuded a delicate scent of orchids.

P.S : English isn't my first language, so I apologize for any minor grammar errors. Enjoy!

Regulus had no intention in falling in love. Or was it all in his head?

God forbid he would need an excuse to glance in your direction or steal a look every now and then. The young man wasn't about to let you slip out of his sight so effortlessly. First, he had to admire every inch of your body, from head to toe. You were now his target, his prey.

He was well aware that this endeavor wouldn't be a simple one, especially considering you were the notorious sibling of James Potter himself.

Understanding your brother's protective nature, being associated with the Potter name wasn't exactly favorable, particularly from an ethical standpoint. Being a Slytherin only intensified matters, as it made you a target for Dark Wizards, much to James' dismay. For Regulus, this meant that even initiating a conversation with you posed a significant challenge.

Regulus remembered the very first time he had met you. Like every love cliché stories, it was during your first day at Hogwarts when your brother had been the light of everyone interest and Regulus had the chance to see your beautiful face exit the train and your hair seemingly blending itself with the wind. It was in that very moment that Regulus knew what falling in love was like.

Being a Black meant enduring Sirius's teasing at his whim, and with his family's significant legacy, observing his close rapport with the Potters, one might have considered themselves fortunate to easily encounter you during Potions class. You were slightly smaller than your brother, inviting mockery from him and his friends when reaching for higher objects, coupled with a persistent plea until the class's final moments. However, one time, Regulus seized the opportunity to intercept them before you. It was also the moment when both of you heard each other's voices. Your small “Thank you” and the smile you bestowed upon him were enough to stir butterflies in his stomach, followed by inevitable teasing from Sirius later that evening, as it became evident that your brother's attention was on the two of you.

After the initial encounter between Regulus and you in Potions class, James couldn't help but notice you two’s interactions. To his surprise, he found himself growing increasingly concerned as rumors circulated about Regulus's association with the Death Eaters, and perhaps even darker affiliations. As your brother, naturally, he wanted the best for you, but witnessing the potential dangers of Slytherin influence, it pained him to imagine you being ensnared by such influences. Little did he know, he was mistaken from the outset.

Regulus was undeniably a good person, a fact known to everyone. Yet, there was something about him that intrigued you even more. You couldn't help but notice from the outset the subtle glances he stole in your direction during class. Your friends occasionally teased about someone showing interest in you, but you couldn't bring yourself to believe it, especially with your brother's constant reminders about keeping your distance from men, especially Slytherins like Regulus. Despite all this, Regulus was keenly aware that you were conscious of his attention towards you.

Despite your efforts to maintain complete innocence regarding your brother's request, you couldn't deny the temptation or the inevitable encounter with Regulus. Which meant, he couldn't resist drawing your full attention to him, resorting to leaving notes in specific places where you frequented. With his signature R.A.B.

As a result, you couldn't help but become somewhat frantic, eager to uncover the identity of your secret admirer. This lead to an interesting investigation between the two of you.

This though first was brought up during lunch at the Dinning Hall. While he was away in his book, he couldn’t help but to notice and hear clearly his name being whispered from your own mouth. From this very moment, he couldn’t stop but to dream how he had dreamed endless nights to hear your voice linger his name, begging for something you will get in return. How he would hold your hand seemingly, wondering off away from Hogsmeade to deep in the forbidden forest to admire the beautiful beasts you long wanted to discover amidst admitting it during class one time. Something he had not forget and it was these little details Regulus made sure of when the possibility of a real encounter.

The encounter unfolded within the confines of the Library. As you embarked on your quest to locate a book recommended by your teacher, one that aligned with your fascination for magical beasts, fortune smiled upon you as remnants of the coveted tome remained available. Despite its widespread popularity for research purposes. Your satisfaction was tinged with frustration as the book eluded your grasp, just beyond your reach. Regulus, perhaps guided by destiny, seized the opportunity to intersect your paths. As he reached for the book he sought, a familiar fragrance enveloping him—the scent of fresh orchids that had captivated him since your initial meeting. “Perhaps a little assistance is in order.” He remarked, his voice resonating with familiarity, reminiscent of your encounters in Potion class.

However, on this occasion, instead of flashing your customary smile, your eyes widened in surprise at the unexpected presence of the boy who might be your clandestine paramour. Despite the initial shock, you swiftly pushed aside such thoughts and donned your smile. Yet, your cheeks betrayed a different sentiment, flushing with warmth at the tender touch of his cold yet inviting fingers intertwining with yours. It had been an eternity since you had been in such close proximity to Regulus. Despite your inner turmoil and unspoken desires, you couldn't deny the longing for his company, and the warmth of his attentiveness towards you.

“Thank you…” Your voice, gentle and familiar, whispered to his ear, betraying your unmistakable affection for him. Regulus returned your smile with confidence, yet beneath the facade, a sly smirk danced across his lips as he handed you the book, placing it securely in your grasp. With a casual glance at the title, he feigned surprise, though inwardly he had anticipated your newfound research interest. “A fan of magical beasts as well?” He inquired, his tone softened, a deliberate effort to win the approval of your brother, something he knew he must secure to further his intentions.

“Yes.” You affirmed, though the realization of once again finding yourselves drawn together in such close quarters was a surprise even to you. Despite the shared space, your presence seemed merely a distraction to him, your brother's attention firmly fixed on Lily Evans. Nonetheless, Regulus seized every chance to revel in the pleasure of your company, carving out moments for just the two of you. The burgeoning attraction between you was becoming increasingly apparent. “Looks like we always meet in times when I am deed.” You confessed, acknowledging the truth of your words, yet Regulus finding this statement to be nearly impossible to resist the allure of such intense desire, passion. And intimacy with a man who embodied all these qualities.

As tempted as you were to acknowledge those thoughts, and even to acknowledge Regulus's correctness, you merely shrugged with feigned innocence. It was a quality that had captivated Regulus from the moment he first laid eyes on you. He longed to possess you entirely, to the extent that he would endure your brother's fury or the sight of the Potter girl tangled in Slytherin affairs. Regardless, his sole focus was to ensure that you belonged to him and him alone.

And much to his liking, James being in the same room just a few tables from afar your study had take knowledge of Regulus’s presence. How his thumb would be casually caressing your chin and lifting up slightly to have a the opportunity to feel his lips against yours. Just this once, and perhaps even more.

“You know…” His voice deepened, his warm breath grazing against your skin. In that moment, you realized you had been momentarily blinded by his actions, yet a stirring within you suggested that perhaps, like him, you were in love. In love with a man who sought justice and, undoubtedly, someone to cherish—a person with whom he could find solace and belonging. Regardless of your brother's approval, he remained unconcerned. “A little bird informed me that you've been receiving letters from a secret admirer. I couldn't help but be curious about their identity.” He confessed, his tone betraying a mix of intrigue and oblivious.

His voice, smooth as butter, dripped with both passion and curiosity, eager to uncover whether you knew the identity behind the mysterious letters. Despite harboring your own suspicions, you simply shrugged, a casual yet teasing smile playing on your lips. As he reciprocated with a gentle touch, his thumb grazing your chin, you sensed the tension radiating from your brother, torn between throwing a punch or holding back. Simultaneously, you were aware of your brother's intense gaze fixed upon you, even though your back was turned to him. In that moment, it was clear that he faced a choice: intervene or allow Regulus to kiss you.

“Don't,” Sirius mouthed the words silently, fully aware of Regulus's capabilities. If there was one thing he couldn't deny about his family’s qualities, it was the sincerity of Regulus’s feelings and intentions, especially when it came to the person he loved. Despite the complex dynamics between the Blacks and the Potters, whether as friends or foes, James couldn't bear to witness his sibling's sadness and envy once more. And so, with a resigned sigh, he chose to let it be. “Fine, but if he dares to break her heart. I won’t hesitate.”

As Regulus observed your eyes flickering from his gaze to his lips, he sensed a spark igniting between you. The way he spoke to you, the words conveyed on paper—it all pointed to one undeniable truth: your secret lover was none other than Regulus himself. A delicate smile accompanied by a soft chuckle escaped your lips, leaving Regulus slightly bewildered, prompting him to tilt his head in curiosity. “Though I may want to play the part of the suspicious and oblivious recipient of secret admirer letters, I believe I've unraveled the mystery.” You confessed with a hint of amusement.

Your confession alone was convincing, but it was Regulus's sigh that truly affirmed the man standing before you. He was undeniably your secret lover, unafraid to show his affection openly, even in the presence of your own brother. Regardless of family legacy or expectations, he cared not. As he drew near, the library eerily empty, his eyes never straying from yours, you felt the gentle brush of his lips before they melded into a long-awaited kiss—a kiss you both had yearned for, dreamed of, and finally shared.

Before you could even catch your breath, your fingers tenderly cupped his face, softly stroking his cheeks as he savored every moment of affection, his eyelids drifting shut. Then, your voice, sweet and longing, broke the silence. “Kiss me. Forever.”

Without hesitation, Regulus complied, pressing his lips to yours once again, unwilling to pull away until he sensed your brother's disdainful gaze. From that day forward, you became Regulus's other half, bound together by love and defiance.

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valeskafics · 7 months

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"Bend Or Break" - Abraham x Reader (AHS Freakshow AU)

Summary: You're drawn to the mysterious new worker at the circus.

TW: profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, afab reader, mentions of murder, p in v sex, creampie, loss of virginity, corruption kink, size kink, tummy bulge, breeding kink if you squint, fingering, oral f receiving, choking, spit kink, daddy kink

Word Count: 2,875 words

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Grantchester characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated ❤️

The circus has been your entire life for as long as you can remember. Your parents met in the circus, your father being a fire eater and your mother walking the tightrope. You’re their only child, the apple of their eye. When you started demonstrating the same skills as your mom, she happily trained you to follow in her footsteps. Mondays and Wednesdays, the two of you did contortion training, Tuesdays and Thursdays were trapeze, Friday was tight rope and aerial silks. You remember how beautiful she was, how you wanted to be as graceful as her and worked your hardest to be just that. She passed suddenly when you were only about fourteen, shortly after your father was promoted to ringmaster.

When you were ready, he gave you your own act. You love performing, you love the screams of the crowd, the way they gaze up at you in amazement as you achieve incredible feats that most of them could only ever dream of. But there’s been one thing missing from your life.

Romance.

Your father always chases away any of the circus boys who come “sniffing around” as he says. Jamie the Strong Man was threatened to have his balls cut off if he tried to kiss you. Jason the Fire Eater was met by the end of your dad’s shotgun, though not loaded, of course. At least you hope it wasn’t. You know your dad just worries about you, but you despise the sheltered existence you’ve been forced to lead. You’re twenty years old, a woman grown, and have never so much as kissed a boy. Sometimes, late at night, you find yourself fantasizing about some tall, dark, handsome stranger carrying you off to one of the empty tents after your act and having his way with you, making you cry out his name in the throes of ecstasy. You know your desires are perfectly natural, but you still feel somewhat embarrassed by the whole thing.

After all, what kind of man would want a girl who’s never even been kissed?

Things change for you forever when the mysterious Abraham goes to your father, looking for work. He’s tall, strong, and the most handsome man you’ve ever seen. You poke your head into the tent where he’s speaking to your father, but too shy to speak to the man, you dash off the minute he turns his head your way, clutching your chest with your hand as you struggle to remember how to breathe.

You begin seeing him around every day when the big top is being set up and equipment is being carried in. You watch with curious eyes as he hammers the stakes to hold the tents up, his biceps straining against his shirt, a thin sheen of sweat collecting on his face. God, his arms look so strong, you can’t stop yourself from imagining him just grabbing you, pulling you toward him and kissing you. As if he senses your eyes on him, he glances over at you, baby blue eyes meeting yours. His stare is intense and you feel frozen in place as his eyes rake over you, already dressed for the show in your sparkly pink leotard and tights. His gaze lingers on your hips, your thighs, your breasts before trailing back up to your face, an almost longing look in his eyes.

You turn away and begin stretching, doing your best to ignore the feeling of his eyes on you, that heavy gaze that has your skin prickling with excitement. You move to sit on the floor and go into a split, glancing over your shoulder under the guise of stretching your arm. You see him tying down another stake with some rope, still looking at you as he goes about his work, the slightest hint of a smirk playing at his lips. You give him a shy smile before turning away and continuing your stretches.

Abraham can’t bring himself to regret the things he’s done to lead him to this moment in time. He fucked up, he knows that. He shouldn’t have killed Ronnie. It was a mistake. And it cost him his place in the camp, cost him everything he ever knew. But now, as he stands here, staring at the sweet little tightrope walker who looks at him with those big, innocent eyes, he can hardly even remember Luella’s name. All of it, Ronnie, Marcus, Luella. All of them are gone from his mind in the blink of an eye as he watches you. He swallows thickly, wiping the sweat from his brow, and takes a step toward you. Abraham watches as you stand and go into a scorpion pose, stretching your leg back and bringing your foot up to your head. He’s lost in the moment, mouth watering ever so slightly as he imagines the positions he can get you in if he just got you alone.

You then lay on your stomach, balancing on your elbows and bring your legs around to touch your shoulders. Abraham feels the blood rush to his cock, growing hard against his trousers, entirely aroused by the sight of your limber body. He continues tying down the last of the ropes, making sure everything is ready for tonight’s show. He sees you look over at him as he works, your lips parted slightly, eyeing the way his muscles strain against his shirt. What an adorable little thing you are, trying to hide how bad you want him. He takes his shirt off, wiping his face off, and turns to smirk at you, flexing his muscles slightly as he continues to work.

Your eyes go wide and you turn away, covering your face in embarrassment. You’re so shy, he muses, as you climb up to work on your trapeze routine, twisting and turning in the most incredible of ways. He leans against one of the tent poles, watching you intently. You’re so graceful, like no one he’s ever seen before. Your outfit hugs your body in the most enticing of ways, revealing enough to excite him and hiding enough to keep him desperate for more. After your routine, he watches you climb back down, stumbling slightly as you get off the ladder. He rushes to you, catching you in his arms, holding you to his chest.

“Thanks,” you say quietly as he lowers you to the ground, letting his body press against yours, reveling in the way you shiver as you ask, “You’re new here, aren’t you?”

“Mhm,” he affirms, voice husky as his hands still grip your lower waist, thumbs pressing against your hip bones, “My name is Abraham.”

You tell him your name, a soft smile playing on your lips. Abraham eyes you with hunger as he repeats your name, studying you.

“You’re such a sweet little thing,” he murmurs, moving his hand up to rest against your cheek, “You need a big, strong man to protect you, don’t you, sweetheart?” Abraham’s thumb traces your lower lip, pressing down slightly, watching how you tremble, “You still live with your daddy?”

“Yes,” you say in a quiet, meek voice, “He’s the ringmaster.”

You gasp as Abraham’s other hand moves to rest on the curve of your hip, squeezing your ass slightly and pulling you even closer to him. He chuckles at how flustered the action makes you, moving his hand to your thigh, touching you over the thin tights you wear with your show outfit. Your lashes flutter as he moves to your inner thigh.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Abraham coos mockingly, “Did I make your little belly squirm, touching you like that?”

You bite your lip as he leans in so close that you can feel his breath on your skin, “Don’t be mean…”

“I’m just being friendly,” he gives you an arrogant smile as he moves his hand to brush over your core, pressing his fingers against you ever so slightly, loving the little whimper you let out, “Something wrong, babygirl?”

You look scared, he muses, those sweet eyes gazing up at him, and yet, you look excited. Aroused. He begins stroking your pussy over the fabric of your leotard, smirking as your hands grab at his chest to brace yourself, your eyes scrunching shut, teeth sinking further into your lower lip. You look so vulnerable like this. So much so that he can’t help what he does next.

You gasp as Abraham grabs you and tosses you over his shoulder. He glances around to make sure no one is paying attention before carrying you off to one of the empty tents. It’s dark and secluded, light only by an oil lantern or two, just enough so that you can see his handsome face as he closes the flaps. No one will be able to hear you back here, he muses. Here, you’re all his. You back away from him, stumbling slightly, almost like a fawn on shaky legs. He grabs you by the waist and pulls you toward him, grinding his hips against yours, letting you feel every inch of his arousal.

“I’ll be gentle,” he whispers in your ear, lifting you up into his arms, hiking your legs up around his waist, his hard-on pressed against you.

He’s even stronger than he looks, you think, and he very likely could get hired as a strong man in the circus. The way he manhandles you, lowering you down onto a hay bale, makes you feel weak in the knees. His lips find yours, kissing you hungrily, as though he wishes to devour you. Abraham’s tongue dances against yours, your legs still wrapped around him as he rolls his hips against yours, rubbing up against your clothed cunt with every move. His lips move toward your neck, biting down on your skin, chuckling at the little noise of surprise you let out as he marks you as his. He undoes the ties of your costume, tossing it aside, pulling your tights down, to reveal your bare body to him. He lets out a low groan of delight, hands moving to squeeze your tights. Abraham’s hands are rough and calloused from the hard labor he does, but God, they feel amazing against you, especially as his mouth moves to take one of your pert nipples between his lips. You whine his name as he suckles at the sensitive bud, eyes locked on you the whole time. You feel helpless to do anything but lie back as he continues mouthing at your chest.

“You’re so tiny compared to me,” he smirks, “So easy to toss around and hold you against me.”

The thought of him doing just that makes you grow even wetter and you rub your thighs together, desperate for friction. Abraham notices and moves to kiss a trail down from your breasts to your pussy, pushing your legs wide apart so he has perfect access to taste you as he pleases. You let out a loud moan of his name as he places a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss to your core. And then, he spits on your cunt, smirking up at you, before his tongue delves inside you. It feels so strange and yet so thrilling at the same time, your hand moving to tangle in his perfectly coiffed hair, mussing it ever so slightly as he laps at your folds like some sort of starved animal. He moves to take your clit between his lips, suckling at it, focusing all of his attention on it. You can’t help but buck your hips up against his face as he does so, not that he minds. All he does is increase the pleasure he’s giving you by pumping two long, thick fingers in and out of your cunt. The wet noises his fingers make are music to his ears and he hums against you, the vibration adding a new dimension of feeling to what he’s already doing to you. You writhe against him as his fingers brush against your most sensitive spot. You squirm away slightly but he just pulls you right back, sucking at your pearl and rubbing his fingers against that spongy spot deep inside you, over and over and over until you reach your peak, spilling yourself against him.

You gaze up at the roof of the tent, completely dazed before Abraham crawls over you, his lips finding yours again, forcing you to taste yourself on his tongue. You moan softly, your bare body pressed against his, tugging at his pants in an effort to let him know you want them off.

“Impatient little thing,” he rasps in your ear, but does as you wish and pulls them off.

Your eyes go wide at the sight of his cock, precum collected at the tip, so long and thick as it sways slightly that you wonder just how in the world it’s meant to fit inside you. Abraham gives himself two languid strokes before leaning over you once again. You gasp as he practically folds you in half, pushing your knees up to your chest before sheathing himself inside you. He lets out a groan.

“So tight, babygirl, feel you squeezing me so good with that sweet little pussy,” he hisses.

His fat cock bullies against your walls as he buries himself inside you, inch by inch. Your breathing quickens as you gaze up at him. The two of you stay like that for a moment, his forehead resting against yours, gazing into your eyes, his own almost black with lust. You let out a tremulous breath as he pushes your knees back even further, bringing your ankles to dangle over his shoulders as he begins rutting against you. You let out a mewl of his name as he rolls his hips against yours at a breakneck pace, slamming into you over and over, the fat head of his cock brushing against your sweet spot with every thrust.

His hand finds your throat, squeezing ever so slightly, “Feel so perfect around me, little one,” he all but purrs, “And you’re all mine, aren’t you? Mine to play with, mine to fuck.”

“Yes,” you manage to eke out as he fucks you, the sound of his skin slapping against yours and the joint moans you two let out pervading the room, “All yours.”

“All yours, Daddy,” he demands, “Fucking say it.”

“Yes, Daddy, all yours,” you sob out, the word feeling so filthy on your tongue and yet so right.

He moves his hand from your throat to grip your jaw, demanding you part your lips. And when you do, he spits right onto your tongue. The action feels so depraved but all it does is make you want him even more as he demands that you “swallow Daddy’s spit like a good little girl”.

Abraham continues fucking into you over and over, feeling you squeezing around him, getting closer and closer to your peak, the coil in your stomach beginning to wind yet again as you let yourself go and fall over the edge with a wanton cry of his name. You whimper as he fucks you through your orgasm, and laughs darkly at your tear-filled eyes, so wrapped up in the way he’s fucking you.

“Look at that, sweetheart,” he murmurs, tracing the outline of his cock, visible against your lower stomach every time he thrusts into you, “You can barely even take Daddy, huh? Daddy’s gonna split you in two.”

You cry out as he presses down against it with his palm, his thumb rubbing slow circles against your clit as he continues to fuck you, “I’m close, Daddy…”

His thrusts begin to slow, his own end approaching as he moves against you. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, feeling your entire body squeezing tight once again as he continues to rub at your pearl, over and over until he reaches his end, cumming deep inside you with a near growl of your name, feeling you reach your release and soak his cock soon after. He begins to soften and pulls out of you, watching his cum leak from your cunt, only to use his fingers to push it back in, laughing at the little noise you let out, so overstimulated by everything that’s happened.

Abraham lays beside you, pulling you into his embrace, whispering in your ear, “You’re mine now, sweetheart.”

Your father isn’t particularly thrilled when he finds out, brandishing his infamous shotgun as he yells at Abraham, demanding that he leave the circus immediately. Abraham is ready to stand his ground, but he’s surprised when you step between him and your father’s, hopefully unloaded, shotgun, declaring boldly that if he’s going to shoot Abraham, he has to shoot you too. Because you love him.

Abraham has never felt this before, the feeling of the person he wants and loves caring for him with the same intensity. And when your father asks him what his intentions with you are, he answers very simply, and truthfully.

That he wants to marry you, have children with you, grow old with you.

Your father sees how Abraham looks at you, the same way he once looked at your own mother. And he gives his blessing to you and your lover.

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