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m0uchie · 1 month

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Riding scara so that he can get me pregnant as soon as possible 😇🙏 I wanna hear him whimpering as he is overstimulated AAGGAHA I NEED HIM 🗣️🗣️

⟡ is it possible to get pregnant by a puppet? It’s worth a try! Or maybe two... Or three times...

— pairing : scaramouche x afab!reader

— warnings : NSFW; breeding kink; cumming inside; reader rides scara; overstimulation

— a/n : i should be studying, but I’m just too horny to :( it’s a bit short and rushed too, I’m sry

It must be the nth time that Scaramouche has had to sneak into the house. Walking on tiptoe to avoid making noise as he passed through the room with the lights still off. His hands stretched out in front of his body with open palms and taking slow steps so as not to bump into anything since he couldn't see the way.

Unfortunately, he failed miserably. Once again.

"W-wait!" he hisses, trying to take away your arms that wrapped tightly around his waist. Low chuckles leaving your lips as you look up adorably, a smile that if he knew better he would say was sweet and rewarding to see after a tired day of work.

At first it was like that, you hugged him and kissed him fervently as soon as you heard the sound of the keys being inserted into the lock, rubbing against Scaramouche's legs and taking off his clothes, saying you would do all the work for tonight.

For him it was like a dream. His beautiful wife wanting to reward him for his hard day and making him feel good. But what seemed like a dream soon became too much. Exaggerated.

Your waist wouldn't stop even if nothing else came out of his cock, and Scaramouche would never be able to raise you from his shaft once you slid down on him, whimpering and pushing you back by your breasts, his mouth making a pout that made him even more irresistible.

"You're not gonna— mm! G-get it this time..." he pants as you ease your hands underneath his clothes and pull him into your shared room. His head falls hard against the mattress, cushioned by the softness of the pillow as you push him onto the bed.

He crawls on his back and finds himself with no way out when your arms cage him against the wall, bringing his face closer to yours.

"You didn't even let me kiss you today, babyyy." you whine, lifting his face by his chin so that it leans into yours.

You swore seeing Scaramouche's eyebrows drawn together in irritation made your pussy even wetter. You knew that even though you really took it hard, he would never seriously fight you about it, because he actually enjoyed what you did to him every night, and he always lost control at the end.

He knew the reason for your sudden change. All because he decided to help a child who was lost from his parents when you went out to buy ice cream. Maybe it was the sight of him carrying the boy in his arms? Or him going out of his way to help someone other than you? Either way, it awakens something in you, and as sensitive as Scaramouche was these past few days due to your insistence, he would put an end to it today.

“You’re ovulating, aren’t you?” He questions, making you blush slightly. He sighs deeply and touches the inside of your thighs teasingly. “I’ll give you as many kids as you want tonight. Is that what you want?” Your legs rub against each other before you nod and pull your loved one in for a hungry kiss.

Even with all the discussion beforehand, he gives in to you, parting his lips so that your tongue can enter his mouth and caress his. You think he doesn't notice, but he does when your dripping pussy rubs against his bent knee, shamelessly using it to ease the aching on your clit. He looks away from your face to shamelessly stare at the action, making you blush.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't..."

"Didn't want to do that?" he scoffs, chuckling. "You were so assertive until recently. What changed?"

"I wan’ it." you simply say, and he pulls your hips closer, urging you to move again. "What do you want?"

You take a deep breath, half-lidded eyes staring into his.

“I want you here." you press one hand against your stomach, and with the other you awkwardly try to undo your lover's belt. He raises an eyebrow at your attitude, but helps you take off both of your clothes that stood in the way without question.

"Fuck... So wet for me." He passes his fingers between your slit, making you breathe out shaky moans and rub yourself against his hand.

"Nnnnh... Mmm- n-no... Need your cock, Scara!" you ask. Your voice melting and so sweet that Scaramouche ends up giving in, not thinking much about it and licking his fingers covered in your sweet taste before positioning them around your waist, supporting your body before releasing you on his dick at once.

You squeeze your eyes shut at the sudden entry, but your fluids make it easier for you to get used to his girth. Scaramouche moves you against his pelvis with torturous slowness and low grunts come out through grinding teeth. You rock your hips against his, increasing the thrusts.

His eyes go wide when his hands are crossed above his head, being held together by you as his head falls back without even hearing you call him. It was too much, the feeling was intense and your walls hugged his cock so deliciously that he knew you were gonna milk him dry in minutes.

“Y-yes yes yes mmh, give it to me.” You mumbled, your face close to his and your cool breath heavy against his skin. He struggles to break free from your grasp until your hands become weak and he manages to let go of your grasp, holding your waist again in a failed attempt to slow you down.

The tip of his dick was so red and his length was so hard that he thought he would explode at any moment.

“U-ugh… stop! I-if you keep doing that, 'm gonna—“ his dick throbs painfully and releases a sticky fluid inside you. You mewl at the sensation, slowly rolling your pussy even lower his sensitive cock.

“T-too much… fucking wait…” His voice comes out as a whisper in front of you. “Just a bit.”

You smile in response, indicating that you’d heard his shameful pleading, then kissing his temple, down to the tip of his nose, and to his luscious lips. Sticking your tongue inside his mouth and clenching your walls with the heat and wet sounds that build between you.

“Shh, it’s okay.” You caress his face as you separate from him, then squeeze his cheeks with your hand to form a pout, which you kiss again sensually.

He moans against your mouth in response, too weak to even question what you mean. His head shakes, and you press your forehead against his to look deep into his eyes.

“Don’t you want your cum deep inside me?” His cheeks redden, having nowhere to look, and hesitantly nods. The way you looked at him made him embarrassed, and he couldn't help but agree. “I’ll knock you up, just be g-gentle…” his voice lowers as he utters the words.

However, nothing ever works with you, because in five minutes later, you were both rutting against each other as if you were in heat. Scaramouche's eyes squeezed shut every time he thrusts his hips against yours and roughly slammed his tip against your cervix. And shooting his thick sperm into your womb at every opportunity.

“Nn-nhh take it and get pregnant with my seeds, yeah?” Your tits bounce up and down as you ride him. “‘M gonna fill you up with my cum- hah~” he arches his back, and his long fingers close around your belly. Your mixed essences flow out of your puffy pussy as he fucks more into you.

With your vision blurred with pleasure, you collapse on top of him, cockwarming him for a while. It surprises you when he slides out of you and rubs his cum covered cock at your entrance, stoping to scoop up his seed and finger it all back into your tight pussy. When he is satisfied, he sticks his cock inside you again.

“And look, you even have a little bump here now.” He touches the area where his dick is buried in you and massages it, making you hum and bite your lower lip.

If a puppet is capable of making you pregnant, you have no way of knowing. But it doesn't mean you shouldn't try your very best until it happens.

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fire-lizard-ro · 4 months

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Ohoho Sunday thoughts you say? >:D this is loosely based on the prior ask? But I was just thinking how Sunday would probably try (keyword try) to remain pure and abstain from s*x before marriage, yknow? But when he finally does have you as his own, all bets are off. Angel boi is horny and wants you :( in his mind: it’s pure and simple yet beautiful lovemaking between two souls :( and in my love deprived ass I would melt because I know he’d be big on giving and receiving praise fjgjgjgj even would enjoy the idea of extending the Family if you were down for it (whether or not you could, he enjoys the idea of it) ((also he likes control so))

And don’t get me staarttteddd on his sweet aftercare and pillow talk D: oml you’d quite literally be on cloud nine!! He is too tho :) and he cannot help himself from just being so sweet and genuine orz

ohhHHHHH- Y e s I like this quite a bit. Need this to take a break from the angst I’ve been cookin up with a certain someone (you know who you are OTL).

Fair warning y’all are gonna end up seeing me write a fic about him that is blatantly blasphemous with religious themes (pretends like I’m not already working on one like that with Argenti).

Anyways- Back to this.

Thank you so much for the ask~ I love Sunday so much. <333333

CW: possessive behavior, cumming inside, fluff!!! (crazy I know how very almost off brand of me-), maybe some blasphemous thoughts? (idk that they count with aeons but hey-), marking, breeding kink (he’s saying it regardless of whether you are able to have children or not bc regardless it’s h o t -), praise

Reader gender: gender neutral (I tried not to say anything that would be too telling about what sex the reader is so please read it as such! I don’t think I said anything that was like that-)

So going off the last ask, we’re going to assume that he likes you enough to feel great affection for you. Enough to want you. To feel his own carnal desires rear their head even before you’ve married. It manifests in his seemingly innocent yet wandering hands. A hand on your waist as he passes by you. His hands drifting dangerously low when you hug. Leaning in close to talk to you. Lips making their way down from your forehead to your cheek to the corner of your lips. The placement of his kiss making its way to your lips slowly with every goodbye kiss.

But at some point, he can’t really stop himself from at least using those pretty hands of his on you- Along with that silver tongue and sinful mouth. He’ll make you feel so incredibly good, plunging his long fingers into you and taking you into his mouth. He’s lick and suck at you and even slide his tongue inside you. Perhaps the taste of you would be enough to tide him over until you were properly his- Married to him. It would have to be enough because you deserved to have a perfect wedding and perfect wedding night.

But aeons that doesn’t stop him from pleasuring you with what he can before then in order to hopefully keep himself in line. Even as his cock aches with the need to have you, he’ll just hold you down and whisper sweet promises in your ear. Even if you beg him, he won’t. Just wait for him baby just a little longer-

But after the ceremony is over and the afterparty is done and the guests all leave-

Oh dear. You’re finally left alone with your hungry fian- husband. You’re finally left alone with your absolutely famished husband. And you’re on the menu.

It begins like how many of your other encounters of sexual nature begin.

Sweet kisses that make it seem like he wants to swallow you whole. Gentle hands taking in the feel of you in his arms. Trailing kisses down your throat, eyes closed in ecstasy because you were finally his now. He can have you with no regrets. All that waiting was for this moment. When he could finally have you wholly. And that makes this moment in the warm light of the bedside lamp and the cooler shades of the moon all the sweeter.

Wetted fingers stretching you in preparation for something larger, taking their time in their task despite knowing you well by then. Because even if this was to get you ready to become one with him- He’s wants to draw as much pleasure from you as possible. This is a special night for the two of you. One he will cherish completely and one he wants to make perfect for you. His arm would be holding him up, cradled behind your head for you to lean on while he molds himself to your side. Even as you whine and roll your hips into the curl of his fingers inside you, pressing on that special spot inside you, he kisses your cheeks gently with soothing words. “Good… very good, my love. Just a little more- I want you to finish on my fingers first. Can you do that for me, my sweet? I know you can-”

Just as he gives you your first orgasm of the night, he takes your lips once more while gently coaxing your through the waves of pleasure. He’s so soft, guiding you through the dance even while your mind goes blank for a bit as he watches your expression. “That’s it. I’ve got you.”

It’s then that he kisses you almost chastely before beginning his journey down your body to have his prize. The prize being whatever he’s managed to pull from you. He’d lick it from your body in broad strokes as though he were tasting honey dribbled over your form, caressing your every curve as he went.

Sunday would dribble lube over himself, a hand slathering the viscous substance over his cock in pumping motions. It was almost erotic watching him. The way he'd squeeze just a little at the top and you would watch his hardness twitch and drool between his fingers. But when you look up, the angelic man would only be looking at you. Gazing lovingly- longingly at you.

That's how it always was. Ever since meeting, he couldn't seem to take his eyes off you. You were simply radiant to him. Unlike anything or anyone else he'd ever seen.

Leaning over you to settle himself between your legs, Sunday would give you another kiss before asking if you were ready. While waiting for your answer, he'd go back to nip and lick at your neck. He wanted to mark you for all to see- You were his. His lover, his spouse, his soulmate. His. No one else's. He would love and care for you in every way, he'd think to himself.

And no- Don't just nod at him. "I need to hear you say it, dove. Please? For me, my dear?" Once you'd given him your clear consent, he'd bring you into a deep kiss while lining himself up with your stretched out, wet entrance. He can't even bring himself to tease you a little. Though the thought crossed his mind, he knew he'd been waiting far too long for this.

Once he was in the proper place, he'd rest his forehead against yours, the two of you breathing in each other's air while he looks down at where the two of you would be connected, fingers drifting to fondle you in order to distract from any possible pain you may feel with a gentle hum.

As Sunday would finally push in, cockhead popping inside, he'd gasp against your lips with twitching hips he had to force still. "Are you alright, love?" Taking a moment for himself to regain his composure and steel himself, he'd hide away in the crook of your neck to breathe in your scent and feel your pulse beneath his soft lips. Once you were ready it would be but a slow rock of his hips, moving gently inside you, to eventually sheath himself completely inside. As he worked himself into your tightness, Sunday would whisper sweet words into your ears in a whisper, as though the words were only for the two of you despite no one else being around- The words would come in between kisses while he rubbed a hand up and down your side to comfort you, the hand occasionally straying to rub your sex or pluck at your nipples to distract you from the strain of this part of the night.

Once bottomed out, your ass resting in the cradle of his hips with his body covering yours, he would ask you if you're alright and give you time to adjust. It's all praises here, the man telling you just how good you are for him and saying that you're doing wonderfully. After some time passes and you rock your hips against his to test your comfort, a small moan would be startled out of him before it devolves into a chuckle. "Are you ready, my love?"

It'd start with hip just grinding into you, firm but slow and accompanied by a pleasured sigh from him. He'd hold back none of his sounds because he wanted you to know how good you made him feel. Then he'd pull out only just a bit before thrusting himself back in. At some point he had begun to properly fuck you, the push and pull like the rocking of a boat on a gentle sea. This was making love. And after angling his hips, he found your sweet spot he'd only ever touched with those pretty fingers of his.

It'd be a struggle to not lose himself in you. In your all-consuming presence and the pleasure you gave him- In the love you showed him as you reached up to bring him close with a whimper of his name. It was like hearing the gospel fall from your lips. And they might as well have been. For now you were his everything. His god, his true Harmony. Were you to say it, it would be so. And right now, you were telling him that it felt good and asking him to keep going. So, he would.

With teeth gently marking all the places he'd been, his darkened eyes would watch the way you arch your back and moan to the heavens (they were yours anyways). Sunday is something that knows how to hide its teeth and disguise itself in the form of a man. He was careful to dull his claws so he would not hurt you when he held you close. Careful to veil the violence that was part of him, showing in his eyes, when he was with you. But he was a beast who knew the taste of blood. And yet you, his pure and lovely dove, loved him and accepted him. You said he was a good man and that you loved him. You were his truth. So, it must be so.

He wanted to claim you so wholly that none could ever deny that you both belonged to one another. That none could mistake that you were his deity and him your humble and devout servant who worshiped you here in the temple of your bed, giving you his offerings in pleasure, loyalty, and love. That brought another idea to mind of just how he could claim you and show you his deepest love.

"I want to breed you, my love. To carry on the family and mark you inside with my cum. Would that be alright? Do you want that as well, dove?"

He would speed up now, thinking about how he could have a family with you. How lovely you would look with a child tottering around behind you. He would make it happen no matter what so long as you wanted it as well. When you agree, he'd smile so wide his face hurt and shower you with kisses. "Thank you, thank you, thank you, my love my heart my everything-"

He can hardly fathom how he'd lived without you before.

Touching and kissing you all over he drove the two of you to your peak, the both of you moaning and whining against each other's lips as you kissed through the high. His hips continued to rock into yours to prolong the waves of pleasure that washed over you before slowing to a stop when you both became overstimulated.

"Thank you, love. You did so well- So very good for me. I love you so much," he'd praise and declare between kisses that he planted all over- Everywhere he could reach while wrapped up in your arms and holding you so close you wondered if the two of you could fuse together. "I love you, too," you'd mumble against his lips as he came back to them for a proper kiss. The chaste peck turning into a sensuous slide of lips, unhurried and full of undeniable love.

Even when he withdrew from your now cum-filled hole and began to clean you up, he would praise you and ask you how you felt while pressing kisses every place he touched. Once everything was done and he'd had you drink water, he'd lay down and pull you to lay on his chest. While stroking your back and pressing a kiss to your hair, he'd bid you goodnight and say yet another "I love you" before quietly humming to help you drift asleep.

Hopefully that was to your liking~ I had fun writing it! Thank you for the idea and for letting me write more about Sunday! <333

Feel free to send in another request if you want, hehe.

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daddyricsdoll · 3 months

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Good Boy ✭ Oscar Piastri

Summary: You love Oscar so much, especially when he's a good boy and you have control. And for being sucha good boy you think Oscar deserves to cum many times.

Warnings: Overstimulation, oral sex (male receiving), unprotected sex, bondage and usage of toys (vibrator), Sub!Oscar

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: Based off of this request. I really hope you like this.

He looks helpless leaning against the headboard with both of his hands tied beside his head. Legs open wide and dick still as hard as it was when I started pleasing him with my hand. I look at his cum adorning my hand, before finding Oscar's eyes and taking my time to lick it off. I crawl back up the bed as his groans bring me closer. Holding each of his thighs to start planting kisses from his neck to face aiming to indulge myself in the taste of his lips.

Oscar’s dick brushes against my core and he bites my lip in hopes of suppressing his moan, making the filthy sound that leaves my mouth even louder.

He raises his hips and makes the touch definite. “Let me be inside of you.” Oscar pleads, voice weak and hungry.

“Soon, just be my good boy for now.” I crawl back down his body until his dick is inches away from my mouth. My breath teases him as it grazes his length making him shudder. “P-please” He whispers shakily. My eyes slide up his body to meet his face. “Please what? What do you want, Osc?” At each word my lips move closer to his dick, now only millimetres from making contact.

“Please… touch me.” My pussy throbs at his words, self control shortening. Encouraging me to do what he asked for, I place a kiss on his tip and then tease it with licks. Slowly making my way down his full length. I hollow out my cheeks and make it certain that my lips wrap around his cock, tongue sliding on the underside of his dick.

My hand wrapped around the base of his dick, not leaving an inch untouched. I start bobbing my head up and down faster, gaining such stimulating sounds from his soft lips. A long hum leaves my mouth and immediately travels to his length, bringing his climax closer. My fingers start tracing the lines of his abs before following the v toward his dick.

I caress the skin at the base of his cock as my vision blurs from unshed tears. Oscar’s hips move with my mouth, helping me go even deeper and adapt to the pace he works best with. But right now, I don’t need his help. I use my hands to push his hips down. “Don’t do anything, I want to please you.” My voice soft but commanding. A whine so quiet that it’s nearly inaudible leaves Oscar’s mouth, but he nods and relaxes himself.

“Such a good boy” I take him back in my mouth instantly sensing he’s on the verge of reaching his climax. He twitches in my mouth and releases. Cum hitting the roof of my mouth and throat.

I don’t swallow it all as I continue moving my head down his length. Moans leaving his mouth endlessly. My pace not altering unless I go faster to get more reactions from him.

Oscar pulls against the restraints, just needing to tangle his fingers through my hair for some control. He whines when they don’t budge and I only start working harder. “I-I don’t think I can take much more.” He barely manages to say.

I aim to prove him wrong as I try to bring him to another climax, adding contact to his balls which makes a string of euphoric sounds leave his mouth. The build up toward his release is even faster than the first two times that he explodes in my mouth once again.

Oscar's eyes are heavy lidded and a sheen of sweat coats his body when I look up at him. Hair across his head and bottom lip between his teeth.

His coffee eyes on mine as he watches me swallow it all. I make my way further up the bed and leave kisses along his shoulder and curve toward his neck before I break away to grab something from the side table. My vibrator, which seems so familiar in my hand. I sit directly in front of Oscar, between his two legs as I turn the vibrator on its lowest setting. Dragging it along his thighs and abdomen, leisurely making my way to his dick.

“No please, I can’t take anymore.”

“Isn’t that what you said before? And you took it, you took it so well.” I continue trailing the vibrator along his skin.

He doesn’t reply with words but a weary groan escapes his lips. Giving me an incentive to finally let the vibrator touch his tip. He cries out and writhes his body.

“Please”

“I know you can take it, Osc.” I run it down his length, following the large vein that bulges out. Bringing it back up and circling it around his tip, a limitless amount of moans, whines and short pleads flee his mouth. Increasing the setting Oscar cries out and shuts his eyes as his head points toward the ceiling. I begin to drag it down the underside of his cock until he convulses and cums all over himself.

��Mmm so good for me.” I gather some of his cum over my two fingers then place it in my mouth. “Wanna taste yourself Oscar.” His cum covers the vibrator so I bring it toward his mouth. Sliding it in and watching as his tongue glides over and around it, making me moan and remember the feeling of when it was me he would lick and suck into oblivion.

Pulling it out of his mouth so slowly that it tugs on his bottom lip before I drag it down his body. Across his thick neck and wide chest. Raising the setting as it goes beneath his hip bones.

“One more.” I whisper to him. I start by trailing it on his inner thighs, body quivering from the touch. The vibrations commence from the base of his dick. My fingers delicately hold it as I bring it to his balls. A loud and quick moan breaks through the room and next thing I know, Oscars cum covers his cock once again.

“Oh Oscar, you’ve been so good for me.” I climb up his body to send kisses over his soft skin. “Since you’ve been so good I’ll give you what you asked for? Only if you can take it.” I stand on my knees, pussy hovering above his dick. “Can you take it Oscar.” A desperate whine leaves his mouth, leaving me clueless whether he wants it or not.

“Oh, it doesn’t seem like you can take it, I’ll clean you up now.” I begin to move off of him.

“No, no… I can take it.” He seems uncertain of his words, but he’s been such a good boy I can’t say otherwise.

One of my hands goes to his shoulder, the other makes sure his dick is perfectly aligned with my entrance. My eyes are kept onto his face when I lower onto him. Going down easy from my arousal and his cum. I bottom out, letting us both gain composure in advance to adorning his skin with open mouthed kisses.

His breathing is controlled until I lift myself then lower back onto him, finding a good rhythm. I grind down onto him, enjoying every sound he fails to suppress. “I-I don’t think I can hold it much longer.”

“Then don’t, you can cum Oscar.” My words set him off and I feel as he releases inside of me. The sound of our bodies colliding fills the room, complimenting our small pants. I make it certain that my clit rubs viciously against his skin, bringing me closer to my release. My head digs into his neck and I suck on his creamy skin, creating love bites and making my mark. I lean back and look at Oscar, a masterpiece, my masterpiece.

And this time, I reach my climax from his beauty.

My moans soft and sigh full of content. “You’re so good for me, too good.” I whisper into his ear as I watch him on the verge of succumbing to sleep. Leaving a kiss on his lips before untying his wrists. Planting pecks on his hands and any part of his skin because I can never get enough.

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yanderestarangel · 4 months

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✏ anon request: "Can you write something about smoke holding back his desires because he doesn't want to be pushy or selfish but the reader tells him to let loose? Like a sub!tomas to a rough dom!tomas"

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TW: hard!dom tomas, sexual fantasies, fetishes, daddykink, breed!kink, spit on mouth, v!sex, blowjob - deep throat, rough sex, dub con, hunter!play, primitive sex, size!kink, bare sex, degradation, oral (f!re), nicknames, ftm!reader, extreme!smut, nsfw, bites, afab anatomy, power play, part.1.

♡ - Tomas has so much built-up lust that it literally physically hurts the poor guy. He was always repressed in many aspects - whether sexual or sentimental - throughout his years of life, he was always the younger brother, the sweet and kind man, the ninja who helped everyone... But even though he repressed his thoughts even more of dominance, inside, something inside the Slav was something more primitive, desires that he could never let out.

♡ - However, you soon entered his life, and to make matters worse, his desires increased even more. He tried to masturbate so he wouldn't take it out on you, but every time he saw you, he just wanted to bend you over the nearest surface and fill you to the brim with his cum, while turning you into a dumb, quivering mess for him. The first few times you had sex were also calmer, with Tomas afraid of hurting you, and not penetrating you, just letting you have fun with his cock, whether sucking it or just rubbing your pussy over his thick length - like I already wrote in another headcanon, Smoke is a guy with an 8-inch dick, in addition to being an extremely muscular man, who can easily break you in half for several reasons - so he just settles for having your orgasm, but from the moment when you tell him to just let go and take everything out on you... This man becomes a hungry beast.

♡ - Tomas will start to be rougher, starting with oral sex. Before, when he was still repressing himself from being a submissive, he would just give calm and peaceful licking and fingering, however, now he will suck your pussy, ordering you to ride his face, slapping your ass and squeezing your breasts - if you you have - while deliciously degrading you, the ninja's husky voice against your sensitive skin, placing your clit between his teeth lightly, making you jump and squirm. "-I've been wanting this, dreaming about fucking you like this, feeling your tight pussy squeezing my tongue like that. You're driving me crazy, baby, you're my whore, aren't you?" he would grunt as he motivated you to rub even more of your wetness against him, you couldn't help but let out a loud squeal, feeling the change in the power dynamic between the two of you, before Vrbada only showered you with affectionate nicknames but now, he treated you like a cheap slut and you.... Loved that.

Tomas has several fetishes, and after the first time you authorize him, he will use them all on you, whether they are:

♡ BREEDING!KINK ♡ With him fucking you raw, the skin on skin drove him crazy, he turned into a mf smug while he had one hand on your neck and the other holding your waist, pounding your pussy roughly, affectionately calling you "my little breeding slut" filling your little pussy with his hot and thick cum, the feeling becomes uncomfortable as he cums inside you so much, but he tells you to squeeze your thighs and not let any drops fall, after all, you are the good boy from him. "-Just keep those pretty thighs closed ok? Yes my pretty bitch, you're a good boy, and good boys close their pussies when told to... I want to see you filled with my kids."

♡ DADDYKINK ♡ Tomas has always had the need to feel in control, so for you to call him "Daddy" while he's so rough, abusing your holes is so amazing to him. He will just use your favorite nicknames while he fucks your throat - forcing you to deep throat him, as he quickly takes his member out of your mouth leaving a burning sensation in your throat, tears running down your face, making the tall man smile and rub the dick in your cheek, hitting the member in your face and returning to the heat of your tongue. "-Oh fuck... Keep sucking daddy's cock will you? You can handle that, can't you? You're just my stupid boy, my cockslave' so beautiful and so needy, just like a good slut would be."

♡ HUNTER!PLAY ♡ Smoke will use his talents as a Hunter to hunt you, an aggressive and primitive sex, with you being his prey - like a lost deer, being sought after by a hungry wolf - he will give you a five-minute advantage to run through the forest, the The sun was setting while you tried to run away... But you knew it was inevitable, and that made you even wetter, after all your boyfriend warned you that the further you went, the rougher he would fuck you. He knew exactly where you were, throwing you to the ground and pinning your neck with his biceps against the dry leaves - his blue eyes shone with a primal hunger and he practically salivated, pulling his already hard cock out of his pants. Smoke held your face, forcing you open your mouth and spitting inside. "-Swallow it my dirty little slut... And get ready, I'm going to fuck you until you can barely mouth my fucking name." He will cover your mouth, isolating your sounds as he fucks you into oblivion, sucking your breasts and leaving you totally marked with bites.

♡ SIZE!KINK ♡ He loves seeing the bulge that builds up in your womb as he continually shoves his cock into your overstimulated hole, placing one of his hands to feel how big it is, and how much it is bouncing inside your little womb. "-Do you feel that? You're taking my cock like a champ, boy... My slutty baby boy just wants me to destroy you... Damn you're a pretty, naughty little thing." Tomas fills you repeatedly with his cum, the feeling of being bigger and stronger than you, being able to break you in half at any moment was intoxicating for him, carrying you all over the house and lifting you in his arms, making you cum and squirt in the his cock several times, and he won't stop, until he sees you limp and about to pass out on his lap, after all, you asked for it.

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illyrianbitch · 3 months

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-ˋˏ MASTERLIST ˎˊ-

✨ indicates smut ♡ indicates a series ✰ indicates a one shot ↯ installment of series but can be read as stand-alone last updated: 4/17/24

Azriel

♡ . — Beneath the Ashes of Our Broken Oaths

After abandoning the refuge of Velaris, you, Morrigan’s sister, returned to the forsaken Hewn City fueled by a vision for a better future. Now, your estranged family seeks your help when rumors of rebellion spread at a time of utmost inconvenience. Torn between your anger and a desire to protect the good, you begrudgingly agree and are forced to face memories of a past life and the unsettling presence of Azriel– the first man you ever loved.

♡ . — The Anatomy of Dependence

You and Azriel are drawn together by an unbreakable bond, encountering obstacles and triumphs across the centuries and finding your way back to each other again and again.

✰. —Death and His Reaper

After suffering a devastating injury in battle, Azriel finds himself on the brink of life and death where he meets you, The Mother's reaper.

↯. — Back to Our Roots

With the Acheron sisters out of town, you and your family plan for a quiet night in— just like old times.

✰. —Where I Left My Lover

After a brush with death, Azriel makes a difficult decision to protect you.

✰. —What We Make of What We're Made

When Azriel overhears Feyre's concern about your transition to fae life, he agrees to check on you.

✰. —An Education in Malice✨

With the sharp tongue of your notorious family, you are Azriel's most tantalizing challenge yet. It only takes one small meeting before you both realize that the line between hate and desire is dangerously thin. Part Two✨

✰. —When the Heart is Still Longing

Azriel thought you were the one. Now, he can’t move on

Cassian

♡ ↯. —And I'm Thinking About Your Lips ✨

You and Cassian have been best friends since you were teenagers-- just friends. But one night at Rita's changes everything and now you cant breathe when you're around him and he can't stop imagining how you'd taste. 18+ SMUT! porn with "plot" aka: best friends to lovers ↯ Part One, ↯ Part Two

↯. — A Hobby for Two

Cassian surprises you with a small gift. You spend the night teaching him how to properly enjoy it.

✰. —A Place For Dying

A mission with Cassian goes terribly wrong.

✰. —Words of Affirmation

Even the Lord of Bloodshed gets insecure sometimes. As his mate, you always know the right words to say.

Rhysand

✰. —Insatiable ✨

There are countless reasons why you and Rhysand don’t work… but those reasons don’t seem so important when you’re tipsy in a bathroom with him inside you. 18+ SMUT!

Lucien Vanserra

♡ . — Hidden Things

Following a cryptic vision from Elain, Lucien finds himself seeking out an enchanted artifact at your shop in the heart of the Day Court. What he finds instead is a profound connection with you—and a version of himself he believed he had lost.

Eris Vanserra

♡ . — A House of Hunger

Every Autumn court citizen is hungry for something; beasts starved for influence, desperate for control, ravenous for power. Your tastes are no different—albeit a bit specific. It's a deep craving that boils in the pit of your stomach, hot and heavy, all consuming. You’re hungry for revenge.

Bat-Boys (Reader x BatBoys)

✰. —Worth It

It can be hard to remember why you’ve put up with your best friends for centuries-- until they remind you why they're worth it.

✰. —A Helping Hand

Even most powerful males in Prythian need relationship advice from their best friend.

Mini-Series

♡ . — Mirthroot Mini-Series

Between dodging death and saving Prythian, its always nice to make time and enjoy one of The Mother's greatest creations: mirthroot. Reader x ACOTAR Characters

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visionsofmagic · 4 months

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they like to share you. ✭ 2 ✭

➤ bi han, kuai liang, tomas [lin kuei brothers]

・゜✭・. part 2 out of 2 | previous | m.

✧.* nsfw, mdni!, f!reader, gang bang, edging, pet names, humiliation, degradation, roughness, cruelty, double penetration, hair pulling, begging, crying, oral > m! receiving & f! receiving, overstimulation, anal sex, oral sex, orgasm control, claiming, biting, size difference, clothes on/off, praising, cumming, no protection, exhibitonism, watching, sloppy kissing, lin kuei brothers being lin kuei brothers, ‘s all I guess? • wc: 4.8k • roses’ notes: oh, this is the most horny shit I have ever wrote & I hope it is good enough because I was (s)creaming as I read it over and over again lol, and it contains a huge tag list full of nsfw content. just bear this horny thing with me while having fun. enjoy! [can do part 3 if you want to! *kiss*]

≛ you have no idea how you end up in a situation like the one you’re in now – it would be a lie if you said you had never imagined it. the dreams of being in this right moment wandered around your mind. they didn’t reach this far, but there were the times you tried not to think about it, breaking yourself while clenching your thighs together, the sin taking you as a whole and eating you alive; however now, it is the most sinful thing you’re doing contrary to simply dreaming about it. until this exact moment, you couldn’t believe you would face such sin – yet, every nerve of your body screamed that it was the most extraterrestrial feeling you have ever felt.

it’s not the sin of being a naughty woman who thinks about the lin kuei brothers shamelessly – every single night, until she gets it, no, it’s the sin that carves into your body within the soul.

it’s not the sin that eats you alive either, no, it’s tomas – the most precious boy you have known, having a heartwarming personality thanks to his nature of being innocent and gentle, especially when it comes to you but when you look into his eyes as his head stays between your thighs that can crush him any time soon (which he will take gladly), tongue going in and out of your pussy that soaking wet into his face and neck. only the sight of it can make you cum into his face but you try to hold it, eyes directed into his that are full of tears of having your greedy pussy as the way he needs, a reflection of you the proof of the sin that has just started.

and being eaten, sucked, and licked by tomas is not the only thing you’re getting.

as you pump yourself harder into his hungry mouth, wanting him to drow with your taste, feeling a bit need of dominance manner, you throw your head back when kuai liang pinchs your hardened nipples, not paying attention to how his younger brother lies on the bed, you’re above him, heat is flowing in your veins, making you feel another sense of exposeness while being naked, completely, as they stay still with their clothes on.

“kuai liang –“ you try to say, earning another pinch at your nipple, body jolts at the action as he stays behind you, on his foot. he watches your face closely unlike bi han who is sitting on his armchair, leaning against it, one hand under his masked face, elbow resting on the side of the armchair as his cold gazes travel on three of you, watching as if there is a special show for him.

“yes, princess?” kuai liang asks, looking at how your hands get into tomas’ grey hair, pulling it and moving your hips faster – he gets that you’re close, they all do.

“I’m – I’m clos – aaaahh – tomas!”

tomas leaves a cute chuckle, proud of himself, when you can’t finish your sentence with the impact of his tongue – or the way he eats you so hungrily, as if he will die if he can’t have the lovely taste you have. his hands find your ass, pushing you further against him, the desire of being the first one who makes you cum caging him.

kuai liang, wanting to help you reach it faster, wanting to see you cum so that he can have you afterward, holds you by the chin, lifting your head up so that he can kiss you passionately, swelling your moans inside his mouth. one of your hands find his cheek, pulling him closer while the other one stays inside tomas’ hair, caressing it to find a source of steadiness when two lin kuei brothers capture you as the oldest one watches the scene before him.

when you break the kiss, moaning loudly because of being so close, you hear a voice – the one that gives a chill down your spine.

“did I allow you to do that?” bi han asks, sounding colder than ever – is he doing it on purpose? you can’t decide yet, mind is so dizzy.

“w-what?” you ask, knowing both of lin kuei brothers are also surprised at their older brother’s sudden words, eyes turning to him – all of you look at him.

he only rises an eyebrow, “did I allow you to cum?”

“but bi han –“

“but brother –“ you and tomas try to find an excuse to make him let you cum; to reach the climax you need for your part, and to be able to lick it – getting the taste of your sweet juice for tomas’ part are the reasons behind why you sound like begging.

“you will cum when I say,” then, he crosses his arms as if he isn’t the one who is edging you. looking at kuai liang’s face, he tilts his head in the direction of your body, “pick her up.”

furrowing because of being so close yet so far away from your climax, you see tomas apologizing silently, not understanding his older brother’s intentions truly until he feels kuai liang picking your body up by holding your waist and putting you down again – right on tomas’ hardened cock that you moan when your bare aching pussy touch it through the fabric of his thin training pants.

it seems kuai liang is the only one who can acknowledge the pure intentions of bi han as he whispers into your ear, hands rising up, reaching your breasts that bounce lightly with the impact of your moving hips on tomas – without giving any mind to it, just wanting to feel something.

“my love, bear it a little longer,” he says, caressing your breasts, sending a different jolt of pleasure to your body – the slow burn of it increases the fire you have inside that is ready to break free. “tomas,” he then says after taking a quick glance at bi han’s direction to see whether he is doing it right or not. “she’s ready enough.”

“are you?” tomas asks, the palms replace on your cheeks as he rises, getting closer as you sit on his lap in full display – there is a bit of shame left, the one will have vanished soon after you understand what will come next. “if you want to stop, we can – I can. just say and –“

you stop him in mid-sentence. being such a caring person, even in moments like this – maybe mostly in moments of proximity at the highest level, he wants to be sure that you want this – with your whole heart and soul. and you do. with a smile, you nod, putting a kiss on his lips, both loving and lustful, earning a few whimper sounds from the man, you hold the edge of his pants, lowering it down to free his aching cock where it stays, “please tomas –“ you say, “I need you to fill me up.”

not expecting this boldness from you, he freezes for a moment before deciding you’re in a state that all of these things they do to you – and will do soon enough, are a matter of life and death – or sin and love if you are being honest.

he holds himself from swearing when he feels your bare thighs touching the side of his cock. leaning down on his back again, he puts his hands on your waist, lowering you down step by step, so caressly that you will think that he sees you as a fragile flower.

putting your palms on his bare chest, you turn to kuai liang, eyes teary as you feel tomas thickness getting inside of your warm walls. it’s already too much but you need more – you carve more. there are lots of reasons why you’re being so nasty; first, being a whore for them as bi han uttered (how can he always be right about you?), second, you love them all, and lastly, you want to prove to them, mostly bi han, that you are capable of taking three of them – physically and spiritual.

“take them off,” comes out of your mouth as an order rather than a request, and you feel a kind of power over them when kuai liang doesn’t ask you to know your place, unlike his older brother. as he nods, a cocky smile position on his attractive face. “please.” you finish your words to be gentler but he is already taking his clothes off one by one, eyes never leaving yours, giving you a show while tomas is one step ahead of being inside of you fully.

when you see his perfect sculpture, different in shape and posture than tomas’ delicate, welcoming, and reassuring one, you can’t help but sit on tomas’ cock in one go, want him to rail you up because your mind can’t take it anymore and it’s still too early to be that dizzy! which condition will you be in when there are three of them, you ask yourself, will be there a time like that?

all your unanswered questions disappear when tomas starts moving, wanting to take your eyes off of kuai liang for a moment because he needs to see you losing your mind as he fucks you good – giving everything to you, and receiving you all.

“tomas –“ you cry his name aloud, his tip hitting deep, thickness opening you wider as he keeps pounding into you irregularly – both you and him are new to it and it makes you stay unsteady with unclear minds. he’s too lost in the taste of your pussy that clenches around his length beautifully and you’re having the highness that comes with his thick cock and heavy balls, hitting you mercilessly even when he wants to act attentive, not wanting to hurt you but it feels so good – you feel so good that he swears he is addicted to it already.

“y/n – agghh – I – fuuuagggh!” he nearly swears when he opens his eyes, never realizing he closed them in the first place, and seeing your bouncing breasts, open mouth, teary eyes which are half-closed as you watch his pleasure getting to his face visibly. your nails are scratching his neck.

“tomas! it feels so gooaggghh!” you want to say more; want him to know how good he is at making you see the starts with each thrust he is sending. you feel the amatory and desire at the same time.

“oh, is that so?” bi han’s sharp voice cuts the tension between you and tomas, earning a side eye from you as he chuckles at your attempt to dismiss his words only to feel more of what tomas is giving you.

however, there’s another lin kuei brother who seeks your attention; kuai liang whose hand is on his cock, jerking himself off at the sight of you being fucked by his younger brother, and even from that away, bi han can see how he tries to hold himself, wanting you to be the first one who recognizes his shameless acts, and allowing him to come closer. bi han thinks his brothers are acting as if you’re the most fragile flower on earth – yes you are, but not in the moment. only bi han knows how much a whore-like you can be for them from your previous moments before he decided to let it go.

that’s why he doesn’t stop talking, contrary to that, he puts his elbows on the edge of the armchair, hands united as he leans closer from where he sits, eyes on you, “then be a fucking good girl and take another needy cock in that hole of yours gladly and thank them for it, my pretty slut.”

even in a moment like this, he can’t help but be possessive over you – which makes him call you his rather than indicating that you belong to three of them, not only bi han but who you are to judge now, especially after being a fucktoy for his younger brothers after desiring it for a long time.

tears flow down your face as you keep bouncing on tomas’ cock, already too lost in the high that feels like you take a dozen of aphrodisiacs. the power they hold over you cannot be prevented, you don’t want either, so, you nod with obedience, holding yourself together enough to reach for kuai liang’s hand. putting his warm hand on your abdomen, you make him come closer while listening tomas’ whimpers and low moans that he leaves with great shyness – unlike his brothers, he’s the most closed one when it comes to expressing his feelings and thoughts loudly.

he’s more open when there are only two of you. however, you can say that he’s close to breaking when you begin to talk with kuai liang between your moans.

“let me, fire boy,” you say, smirking down at him as you start jerking him off, making him get ready. another sense of pleasure strolls through your body when kuai liang leaves a growl – it’s more animalistic than you can ever imagine, and its effects become visible on you too when he pumps his cock into your fist without thinking, only using pure instincts. you begin to think how you will handle not only tomas’ thick cock but also kuai liang’s that stands with all its glory; warm inside your palm, leaking precum, and twitching at the sight of your ass.

seeing his younger brother’s cock disappearing and appearing again as he fucks you creates a flame in kuai liang because now he can see what bi han was talking about – how he didn’t realize what his brother meant by calling you a slut for them in the first place, but now, he is witnessing it; he sees how you look at his veined cock while taking tomas’ cock. it’s clear that you want him to join.

and who he is to decline your silent offer? he can fight a hundred men if you want him to – but he can’t stop when he has you – they have you. he’s a gentle lover, he really is. maybe he cannot show it as delicate as tomas’ love or as cruel as bi han’s. he knows you don’t seek it too. you have fallen for them for who they are, and kuai liang burns with the desire to show how his love is by claiming you as theirs.

feeling tomas’ cock on your abdomen, he loses his mind, and the last logical thing in his mind is to go easy on you as he makes his way to filling your empty hole.

“pff,” he hears bi han’s scoff mocking his cowardly acts; still holding himself back from waiting until you cum and relax a little bit. he looks into your begging eyes when bi han adds, “just fuck her already. I can say that she’s a step ahead of begging even from this far,” then, he chuckles lowly, “oh maybe you should stay a bit longer brother. her begging is pretty delightful to hear. isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

closing your eyes, a tear drops onto your face but it stops on your cheek when kuai liang puts his palm on your face, cleaning it with such tenderness that you open your eyes again. not crying because of bi han’s words, no, they only add more pleasure, you let kuai liang put a few kisses on your forehead, assuring you that it will be fine – it will be euphoric and you believe him.

nodding, you turn your face to tomas after saying, “do what you want with me baby. I can take it.” to kuai liang.

leaving yourself at his mercy, you put your hand on tomas’ chest again, feeling his heartbeat under your fingertips, tickling the skin because of how fast it is going up and down in sync with his cock that can break you into two if he wants to. “fuuuccckk – yes, yes!” you scream in joy, evoking wildness in them without knowing, too occupied with yourself and tomas’ cock that keeps hitting your sweet spots over and over again after he earns the most beautiful sound out of you. “there! fuuucckk tomas – so good, please, please, baby – keep aggghhh keeeep fucking me like that!”

“of course, of course, my goddess –“ tomas sounds as if he’s at the edge of crying thanks to your own pleasure. the man under you flying in the sky not only because he’s fucking you, but also because every part of your body shouts out that he’s very good at it. he finds a greater saturation with your delight. “anything for my favorite lady – agghhh – anything for you!”

after a time, you can’t tell how much because the acknowledgment of time has stopped working, you feel kuai liang’s lips touching your ear, his voice gets under your skin as he says, a hand on your back, pushing you onto tomas’ chest, “I am so sorry,” you don’t understand the true meaning behind his speech, you just arch your back slowly, hands position on the sides of tomas head, hardened nipples touch his chest, and a curse with loud whimpers escape from the man under you. “I tried to hold myself but I can’t help but be a slave to my itching desire to hear you moan my name as you did for tomas.”

realization hits you when your whole body connects with tomas’, making his cock go deeper and reach the places neither of you can expect. two of you are a mess like that; slow thrusts, moans, sweats, and looking at kuai liang’s eyes, having orange colored flames in them.

tomas’ breathes on your neck, chest to chest, you watch kuai liang’s fingers disappear behind you, and you arch your back when they get into your empty hole. putting your forehead between tomas’ neck and shoulder, you bite your own lips, a painful moan comes from you, making tomas look at you worriedly. “brother!” he warns his older brother, palm capturing the side of your face, caressing it so that you can relax between his arms that he wraps around your smaller body – he’s the most protective one among his brothers. “you’re hurting her – you should stop –“

“it’s okay tomas,” you say, kissing his chin to show that you mean it, and kuai liang is already gone, fingers never stopping, adding another one to get you ready sooner. the pain is more receivable now, mixed with the excitement of taking kuai liang behind. new tears appear on your face after kuai liang takes his fingers out of your now wider hole, hands on your hips, positioning you to stay still as his tip gets into you slowly. “I can – aggh! I can take him – too!”

“shhh –“ tomas says, trying to hold you still to help his brother. there is no selfishness in tomas’ heart for sharing you with his older brothers. he knows how they need you like they need air to breathe – and at some point, he believes they need you more than that to keep themselves alive – to keep living. “everything will be fine, pretty lady,” he puts kisses on wherever he can reach; cheeks, forehead, nose, chin, shoulder – wherever your body need to calm down. “just a bit longer to get used to.”

you trust in him more than you do for yourself; and his words’ rightness comes into life after kuai liang thrusts in and out of your hole, making it get used to his thick length, and in the end, you find yourself begging him – begging them to go harder, deeper, and rougher.

bi han’s mocking can be hearable that you can’t care less, “told you how a slut she really is, taking both of your cocks that gladly.” you’re focused on taking them so good that an unspoken fact fills the air completely; they will never get rid of you – this – yes, both tomas and kuai liang love the sincere and tender bond they have with you, yes, they love you entirely and this is beyond their strength of staying away from you for your own good – no, they cannot even spend a minute without you being there for them after this. they will carve for more; bi han isn’t the only one who will do anything to have you beside him.

you don’t know whose name is leaving your dry, half-opened mouth; you don’t care either. nonetheless, it’s obvious whatever you say is enough for them to fuck you deeper, rougher, and harder because when your back connects with kuai liang’s chest that burns with the hottest temperature, hands holding tomas’ thick arms, they begin to thrust into you at the same time rather than going in and out one by one, one of the lin kuei brothers’ cock filling you up as the other one is leaving its place so that you will not break into pieces.

and you swear it feels better – not better, no, the best in this way; they leave your holes alone, aching for another thrust, and as if they can hear your holes – your pussy and ass begging loudly, they thrust into you back, filling you up fully.

kuai liang whose palms stay on your hips fucks you rougher than tomas, having an animalistic wildness with his fucking, growling and moaning into your ear lowly, biting your shoulder from time to time; sending overstimulation over your body and taking a branch to hold on to so that he can stay as rational as he can – it’s just that his own fist wasn’t enough, as he realizes, and unlike your mouth, your hole that clenches around his length something else – and he cannot imagine how your pussy would feel. he has pure envy over his younger brother but tomas needs to be the first one after bi han as kuai liang proposed when bi han told them that you would be ready for them, and he could never be more right.

tomas is sky high – its marks are on his focused face that lightened up with lust and sin, and a great amount of love. his hands on your thighs, holding them tight, probably leaving red marks like how kuai liang’s hands will on your hips, wanting to act normally but can’t; his cock is intoxicated with the taste of your pussy that creamed it like his entire body that is intoxicated with you fully. it’s beyond his own imagination – and he will have this moment in his mind until his last breath. the cute lin kuei brother has a habit of daydreaming about you and the memories you have shared; every detail is in his mind.

tomas’ obsession over you is not a joke, and being pathetic – a mess for you proves it right – his love is no less than his brothers and he can say you witness it when he begs for you to let him cum inside your womb.

“my goddess, please, please, let me – aaaghh I – I – I need it – ohhh, hmmpp! let me cum i-inside!”

before you reply to his begs, you hear kuai liang saying the same thing as he holds you by the chin, fingers pushing down the flesh under them, taking a lick from your neck, “yes, princess, will you? say yes, please, pretty love, let us cum inside – agggh – gggh – need it! right, tomas? we need it.”

“tomas – aggghh k- kuai liang – I –“

you are stopped by the oldest lin kuei brother whose presence is beginning to know by all three of you when you turn to the side and see him standing up with all his glory; the mask is no longer on his face, a hand on his belt, furrowing down at you, eyes directed at yours, sending vibration of danger, “haven’t I teach you to ask for it? I know my brothers are too lost to think straight but, you,” his fingers touch your chin, turning your head to him entirely, taking all of your focus on him as his younger brothers keep fucking you without stopping even for a second – they simply can’t, you suppose.

“my beautiful slut,” he humiliates you by making you clench around two cocks you are taking and sending a jolt to the owners of them, “isn’t it enough that you cum undone without my permission that you will let them cum inside without asking for it?”

“w-what?” you question, spending some time to understand it and looking down, you see your cream–wetness shining on their cocks. when you cum undone? fuck, how much your brain fucked up by them?! “I – I am so sorry bi han, I didn’t know – aggghh – fuck – I didn’t –“ words of forgiveness go into deaf ears as bi han lowers his head, and without a second thought, he begins to kiss your lips as if he tries to prove the rightful owner of them – and your aching lips asks for more, tongue darting inside his mouth, and he lets you – his cruelty vanishes for a moment as he makes love with you by using his cold lips that get warmer within yours.

“mhhhhpp – bi han – aahhhh –“ coldness hits your breasts when he cups them and plays with each one of them attentively.

“well, one of your holes is still empty, right?” he leaves you, unzipping his belt and taking his pants off until it reaches his thick thighs, showing his hardened cock as it hits his abdomen. he smirks when you open your mouth wider even though he doesn’t ask you for it – it’s like an instinct now. you watch him put his knees on the bed, not looking at how pathetic his brothers look as they wait for you two to be done.

“good girl.” bi han praises you when your lips wrap around his length, mouth taking it so well as always and he keeps his praising after you begin to work on his cock, a hand gripping his thigh to pull him closer, to have it all inside your greedy mouth. his right-hand finds your hair, caressing it firstly, then pulling it roughly, “fucking good girl – taking my cock like that –“ he then chuckles at the sight in front of him; tomas fucking crying under you as he keeps edging himself, eyes beg for a release, and kuai liang losing the last crumbles of his mind as he pounds into your mercilessly.

looking down at you, he sees your shining eyes looking at both his cock full of veins and leaking your salvia mixing with his precum, and he curses underneath his breath; you’re his obedient slut as he tells but in addition to that, you belong to him – long before you have fallen for his brothers. it boosts its ego. “taking my brothers’ cocks as well. tell me, are they good, hm?”

“y-yes,” you say, moans low, strong, audible, “they’re too good – I – fuuuuck – I want them to cu-cum – into me.”

“oh, is that so?” he questions, knowing there’s only one thing he needs to do; so, he does it. shutting your please by filling your mouth again, this time rougher than before, he fucks your mouth with the way his brothers fuck your other two holes; “then, let us all cum into you at the same time. after all, you are made for me,” he adds, “for us.”

humming, you nod, sucking, licking, and drinking him off, and at the same time, you cum again – alerting for them to cum as well and it seems that it happens all of sudden – they cum in sync after a few more powerful thrusts that they send to your very core and hole – and wasn't it hold of them on you, you would collapse into the void after you tomas cum into your pussy, kuai liang explodes into your ass, and bi han filling your mouth fully.

with the last rope to unite you with reality, you drink every drop of bi han’s semen, lin kuei’s cum fills your womb beautifully.

collapsing into tomas’ arms, your whole body aches, exhaustion hitting, mouth dry, and except that, every place on your body is covered with wetness. you don’t feel any regret, contrary to that, it seems you have made the right decision of your lifetime.

the fear that is not acknowledged by you vanishes in thin air as tomas speak into your ear, “my goddess, you did so well for us. now, rest, and don’t worry, we will take good care of you.”

and with that promise and the trust you have for lin kuei brothers, you fall into his chest closer as the sweet ropes of sleep cover your body. the last thing you remember is how much you find yourself lucky to have them.

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onmyyan · 5 months

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Diego Dumas

Spoiler alert he's a werewolf

Was bitten, not born, and he kinda loves being a monster.

He used to feel all angsty about his condition, that is until he used it to get rid of a bastard who in his mind, committed a great sin against you and your relationship (some dude made you giggle which he took as a threat), now he's all for it.

Likes to scent you even though you can't smell it, he can.

And boy oh boy does he like it when he's the only thing he can smell on you.

But that means God help you if you dare to come home smelling like someone else, will pitch the biggest fit.

Can shift on command, has been afflicted since he was 18 so he's had a lotta practice on getting this thing under control.

Hence the scarring, but if you ask him he'll just say he's clumsy.

Age 24 this big boy stands at a tall 6'5

Scary dog privilege goes without saying.

Bites to give affection

Please bite him back

Favorite color is that pale blue the sky is when the sun is first coming up.

Works as a security guard for a small plaza in your town, keeping little old ladies safe and all that, his stature is enough to stop most would be criminals but if someone tries him he's more than happy to bare his teeth.

Accidental flirt, he makes really intense eye contact when he speaks to people, that paired with his warm baritone voice leaves mf's flustered.

Smells faintly of campfire and the woods, always has dirt on his shoes.

Would walk around barefoot if he could.

Please pretty please pet this mf's hair.. he will fall apart in your lap.

Protective/delulu yandere, in his brain y'all are basically married, so ofc he's gonna glare at the UPS guy until he's too freaked out and leaves your package by the driveway

Don't worry he'll go get it

Kinda just inserts himself in your life, but he's so smooth with it, it's hard to stay mad

One second he's some hot dude you see around town the next thing you know he's in your house raiding your fridge and complaining about your snack selection.

Huge foodie, something about shifting makes him hungry, he eats like he's filming a mukbang

Surprisingly funny for such a stoic looking fucker

Has a dry wit and he can come off as blunt or rude but it's just his tizzim' (samebro)

Outdoorsy and handy

In his dream life y'all live in a secluded cabin in the thick woods where the only person with access to you was him

If you're in the dark about his condition he'll keep you in the dark as long as possible but it's hard not to know when he's basically a doberman that got turned into a man

Extremely loving and warm, likes to bear hug you when y'all sleep, unless you got a queen sized bed he will take up the entire thing.

His socks are always mix matched

Likes keeping a braid in his hair, especially if you're the person braiding it.

Has binged the Twilights with you and has a personal beef with Jacob

Radiates heat like a mf, even in his human form he runs hot as hell, like to keep a window open at night but don't worry, getting cold isn't possible with him next to you.

Likes baggy clothes because he's big.

When he gets real man, like real mad his nails grow into claws, has scars on his palms from clenching his fist too hard.

His eyes flash with hints of yellow when he's turning.

All in all this good boy just needs someone to hold his leash.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere oc x reader #Diego Dumas #my ocs #Diego x reader #onmyyan oc's

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dreamescapeswriting · 7 months

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Smutober ~ Day 8 ~Begging ~ Bang Chan [M]

WORD COUNT: 0.8k

PAIRING: Chan x GN!Reader (No pronouns used)

GENRE: established relationships, minors DNI, begging, blow jobs, whiney bang chan, sub bang chan,

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - Smutober 2023

⤜MASTERLIST

"Please." He whimpered as you ran the tip of your fingers over the length of his cock, his eyes watering a little as he looked at you. You don't think you'd ever seen your boyfriend look this desperate before and it drove you wild with power. You'd heard him beg before, but this was something else, this was something that was driving you insane,

"Beg a little more," You smirked at him as his cheeks began to flame a bright red colour and he let out a small whimper.

"Please...Suck my cock, just a little." He whimpered out, his hands reaching down to play with himself but you swatted his hand away.

"I told you not to tease me at dinner and what did you do?" You questioned, watching as he pouted out his bottom lip. He knew exactly what he'd been doing all dinner but he never would have expected you to crack the whip like you were doing right now.

"Yn...Please," He whispered as you continued to run your finger along the veins in his dick, smirking as it twitched at the smallest of touches from you. He let out a small hiss as you moved your hand away from him again, he was desperate to feel you around him, to feel your hand or even your mouth if he was lucky enough,

"You can do better than that." You told him as you watched him panting a little, his head falling back against the pillows as he whined out.

"Do you think you deserve my mouth, baby?" You titled your head to the side and he nodded frantically, sitting up straight and staring at you as you met his gaze. His eyes were filled with need and you smirked a little knowing that you had complete control over him right now, it got you off sometimes.

"Please...Fuck, please Yn I'm so desperate," He grunted as you moved to the end of the bed, sinking onto the floor on your knees and watching as your boyfriend scrambled to sit on the edge of the bed. His dick waiting for you as you smirked a little, precum was leaking from the tip and it only drove you more power-hungry.

"Listen to yourself, you're begging for my mouth like a good boy." You chuckled a little, slowly wrapping your hands around the base of his dick and pumping torturously slow.

"You're begging for me to suck your cock like a needy little slut," You cooed sarcastically but Chan didn't care right now,

"Please, Yn." He slips out as he bucks his hips a little trying to move your hand faster but you tighten your grip - just enough for him to grunt but not so that it was painful.

"Please. I need you to make me feel good! I need you, you're all I ever think about...P-Please, Yn, Please, let me cum in your mouth." Your heart was rapidly pounding against your chest before you lowered your head toward the tip of his cock, licking the precum away and moaning at the taste of him.

"Fuck," He hisses, rolling his head back and letting it hang there as you kiss the tip of his dick as he let out a string of curses. His hands stayed by his side and you wrapped your lips around him fully, smirking as you began to slide your mouth down his dick. Chan couldn't help but let out one of the loudest moans you'd ever heard him do and you smirked,

"Jesus, Yn." You smile around him, he sounds so out of breath and it turns you on more knowing that you were the one doing this to your boyfriend. Your tongue swirls as you bob your head slowly, one of your hands twisting at the base of him while your other moves to cup his balls. Your fingers gently worked the tandem while you sucked him hard.

"Please I'm so close," The sound of it urged you on as you began to move your head faster around him, looking up at him through your lashes as you picked up the pace of your hands.

"Fuck, I-I can't...Please...Please let me cum," He begged and you moaned out around him, staring up at him as you watched his eyes on you. His hips began to jerk a little as he felt himself getting closer,

"Ugh shit...I-I'm cumming," He huffs out as you feel his cock twitching in your mouth, spilling into the back of your throat as you swallow everything he gives to you.

"T-Thank you," He panted breathelssly, falling back onto the bed as you let out a small laugh before leaning down and kissing his forehead softly,

"Let's go shower, I'll let you touch me." You whispered before rushing toward the en-suite, your boyfriend chasing after you.

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merrygay · 2 months

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“Ah ah… What did you say ?”

Alastor x reader

Warning : NSFW, Dacryphilia, Dark Themes, cannibalism, Alastor is a Warning himself. English is not my first language. I’m bad at writing synopsis. I’m bad at writing in general in fact.

Synopsis : Innocent reader tries to make a deal with Vox in order to protect herself from Alastor.

Other : Lovely ; Alastor x reader

(Sorry for the long delay, college is kicking my ass)

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It’s been a week since the incident with Alastor happened, he hadn’t touched you since or even come your way.

Though you still tried to avoid him like the plague, every time you saw him, around the corner, in the living room, anywhere, you just quickly run away for dear life.

You were scared, what if this time he eats you for good ? What if he does the same thing he did last time and then proceed to eat you at the same ? You were getting paranoid at this point.

Seeing your small figure scare away from him like the pretty prey that you are made him grin even wider. He was clearly enjoying this, enjoying you, at first he hated that he lost control to a miserable thing like you, but as time passes the idea of a plaything didn’t seem to bother him anymore, especially when he was this hungry.

You've tried to forget what happened, you've really tried, but every night when you're alone in bed, you can't help yourself.

The pulsating feeling between your legs won’t stop, oh poor you, it gets even worse when the image of his head between your legs becomes clearer, his tongue unashamedly licking the most intimate part of your body, making a mess of himself with your juices as they drip from your sensitive pussy while you moan and whimper.

An innocent thing like you can’t even understand why you are feeling like this.

You rub your thighs to cease the sensation the same sensation you felt when he did this forbidden thing to you but it doesn’t work, you keep whining until you finally fell asleep.

You had to find a solution and quick, you don’t know when he’s going to jump on you again and this time eat you for good.

So Here you were, in front of the building of nonetheless than the Vees. It was a dumb idea let’s be honest here. Each step you take to get closer to the doors makes your heart beats faster. Making a deal with Vox must be better than being killed by Alastor right ? Right ?

“You want me to do what now ?”

The man in front of you, with a flat-screen TV for a face, looked at you as if you'd said the stupidest thing in the world.

“Why would I make a deal with an employee of this stupid fucking hotel huh ?”

You swallow nervously at his answer, playing with your fingers as you try to avoid his piercing gaze.

“I-I need to make a deal with you because I heard you are the only one who is as strong as Alastor-“

Vox smiles widen as he seems to like the compliment, “Ahah. Go on, continue I don’t have the whole fucking day” he says tapping against his office table.

You then proceed to explain, trying to avoid some of the… more embarrassing details.

he begins to laugh… laugh ? Why is he laughing ?

“You’re telling me that you are the new toy of Alastor”

He pauses for a second smiling devilishly while looking at you from head to toe

“You know what I’ll make deal with you, stealing Alastor fucking food is much more fun I can’t wait to see the face of this old prick when-”

His TV face starts to vibrate, you could see it was one of the other Vees calling. He puts the call in one of his other TV.

“Hello there, Velvet. How are you this Hellish morning”, in stark contrast to Vox lively greeting, Velvet response was one of pure annoyance.

“Cut the shit vox, i need you up here NOW. Your little boy toy is wracking my department while I tried to put together a show !”

Other voices could be heard behind her notably Valentino’s who was cursing around, yelling and destroying the entire department. Velvet ends the call without giving Vox any chance to say something.

Vox’s smiling face drops, he lets out a loud sigh.

“Here I was.. excited for something… anyway come this afternoon, so we can finalize our deal, I have a fire to put out upstairs”

With that, you leave the building, and quickly go back to the hotel avoiding the sinners running around and killing each other.

You open the doors, but it's strangely quiet - maybe they've gone out, you wonder. You climb the stairs back to your room, but when you finally reach the corridor, you suddenly hear a static sound.

“Are you still going to avoid me hmm ?”

You hear that familiar voice, filtered through the radio, with that all-too-familiar smile. He appeared right in front of you. You flinch and take a few steps back, your legs ready to run in the opposite direction.

He chuckles, his smile widening, awnnn how cute, you're still this scared of him.

“Now now don’t be scared, I just want to have a little chat with you” he says while turning around. Alastor was now walking towards your room Insinuating you to follow him.

“N-no ! I’m not going to, you should stay away from me, I made a deal with Vox !”

As those words settles in, the corridor seemed to shrink, suffocating you in a claustrophobic embrace.

The lights starts to flicker casting grotesque shadows on the peeling wallpaper.

A sudden chill permeated the air, causing goosebumps to rise on your already trembling skin.

“Haha.. What did you say ?” His voice took on a deeper timbre through his radio filter.

An oppressive weight settled over the corridor, squeezing the breath from your lungs and filling your minds with irrational fear.

He turns to you, his predatory eyes shining through the flickering lights. Each step seemed to echo with ominous intent while he grew taller and taller and his antlers increased in size.

"Do you really think he can keep me away from you? I don't think you really understand the situation you're in, my dear… You're my plaything, my prey and my meal. If you utter those stupid words again... I'll end Vox's life and broadcast his screams for every disrespectful wreck who dares to take what's MINE”

You were on the floor, you shaky legs were to weak to stand on their own, while Alastor’s glowing eyes pierced through your soul.

"Have I made myself clear?" He asks, leaning slightly so that his face is close to yours. You nod, lips pressed together, too scared to speak.

He tilted his head, his eyes softened, but the smirk that played on his lips refused to yield, a silent mockery that belied his gentle gaze.

In stark contrast to the anger that had consumed him mere moments ago, his voice now returned to its normal tone as he uttered the words “good girl” while petting your head.

The transition was jarring, as if a storm had suddenly given way to a calm, clear sky, leaving those around him bewildered by the sudden shift in his demeanor.

He straighten up and turns his back to you “Come now, I don’t know for you my dear but all that action has worked up quite an appetite, I'm absolutely famished !” he chuckles darkly as he starts walking towards your room.

He didn't give you time to get up, as one of his tentacles wrapped itself around your waist forcefully.

Next thing you know, Alastor was sitting at the edge of your bed, you straddling his lap facing him, with only your bra and skirt remaining still while your shirt was torn on the floor.

“You are terrible liar” Alastor force you to look at his smirking face.

“You didn’t make any deal .. yet” as he states those words without any warning he bites your neck, you let out a cry of surprise, you tried to get away, pushing him away in vain, he had one firm hand placed on your hips his claws digging in harder and harder each time you moved. Ironically his other hand holds yours in a romantic embrace, your fingers intertwined to his.

“Stay still, or I will devour you. You have no idea how much I’m restraining myself right now little one”, he can't help it, it's been a week since he's tasted you, since he's bitten your pretty little body, everything about you drives him crazy, your smell ahh your smell.

He goes back to your neck this time nestling there, inhaling deeply and then proceed to lick the spot he bit earlier, licking up the blood, his tongue started to go down, until he reached your breasts still covered with your bra, he looks up at you, smirking.

You were a trembling mess, your emotions swirled like a tempest, fear tightening your chest with every breath, embarrassment flooding your cheeks with a telltale blush. Yet amidst the chaos, a stirring of arousal sent shivers along your back, a well too familiar feeling between your thighs started to show up much to your dismay.

His hand, which was on your hips moved with a slow, deliberate, grace, gradually tracing a path upwards, each caress sending shivers down your spine until it reached the delicate lace of your bra.

His eyes were still staring into yours, drinking in your every reaction as his claws ripped the clasp of your bra, freeing your breasts for his hungry eyes to see.

You tried to cover them with your hand but He withdraws it “a-a”, he says sarcastically before his tongue trace a sensual path along your neck, gradually venturing lower and lower, your breath came in shallow gaps, each inhalation tinged with anticipation.

He finally reaches your chest, his tongue tracing precise circles around your nipples, you try to stifle your moans with your hand, but he suddenly bites your breast, making you cry out his name as he chuckles.

He continues for a while without ever ceasing to lick and bite, his hand still intertwined with yours, as you keep whimpering.

He was getting excited each sounds that came out of your mouth made him feral making his antlers grow and his eyes took on a predatory gleam, a never stopping hunger.

Without Warning, he forcefully lifted you from his lap, abruptly changing position as he pushed you down onto the bed, he slid your legs up onto his shoulders, giving him access to your thighs which he didn’t wait a minute before biting on it much more harder this time making you yelp in pain.

You watch his shark like teeth digging into the flesh of your skin, eliciting a crimson flow that trickled down you thigh, his tongue darted out to lap at the blood pooling around the wound, hungrily savoring again the metallic tang of the fluid.

“P-Please stop” you begged, tears rolling down your cheeks. He ignores your plead instead he keeps going, biting your other thigh, licking it and then taking another bite, while he slowly gets closer to your cunt.

His fingers played with the edge of your damp panties, teasing you. Your pussy was dripping wet. Your scent was intoxicating, everything about you was intoxicating, the way he was ruining you, both physically and mentally turned him on even more.

He abruptly ripped out your panties, your pussy was now exposed to him, it took him a lot of restraint for him not to eat you right fucking now, just like before.

His index finger teased a delicate trail along your belly, he descended lower his nail traced a deliberate scratch along your skin, igniting a surge of desire that pulsed through your vein.

You weren’t supposed to feel like this, but instead of hating it, you were desperate, one part you wanted him to touch your pussy, make you feel the same feeling of just pure bliss, and the other part, fear just pure fear.

“P-Please don’t go any lower” you plead again each word punctuated by a stifled sob, but it was too late, the demon before you was too intoxicated by your scent, by your wetness, your whole body really.

Again your pretty little mind had no idea about the struggle he was going through right now, struggling to restrain his cannibalistic impulses, and hearing your cries wasn’t helping at all, in the contrary, he derived such pleasure from your tears.

The way your puffy eyes would look at him, lips cutely pressed together, face flushed ahhh don’t blame him for acting out while you look this delicious.

“I want your soul” the demon says, before his finger applied gently pressure to your sensitive button, making you gasp in pleasure, he stroked circular motions over your clit heightened the pace, while watching your face which was trying not to moan but failed miserably.

“Let’s make a deal”, you were surprised by his sudden request “w-what” you stutters out, is he really suggesting it now ? Like right now in the middle of that ?

You couldn’t think straight you were too absorb by the pleasure he was providing you, you shake your head no, which made him stopped his movements making you whine, you look up at him, with that desperate look on your face.

Suddenly, he thrusts two fingers inside you, causing you to let out a moan of surprise at the sudden intrusion.

Alastor didn’t like the way you reacted to his request and it showed, as he pushes his fingers in and out with a forceful intensity.

He easily found your sweet spot, not letting you the time to process anything, you were a moaning mess at this point, clutching the sheets, fingers digging into the fabric while you begged him to slow down it was all too much for you.

“I will take you under my wig, and in exchange your soul would be mine forever” he declares.

Oh how ironic was it ? The problem himself proposing you this offer, it’s not like this morning you were literally trying to find a solution to get away from him.

You couldn’t reply back, only moans came out of that pretty mouth of yours making him chuckle, the intense heat that was building inside you, ready to be released at any moment was making you dizzy.

And then

He stops

Completely

Leaving you in a state of desperate longing, denied the released you craved.

“A-Alastor” you keep whining, moving your hips desperately.

“Accept my deal… just let it go” you couldn’t resist anymore you needed this so badly, you finally nod which made Alastor’s smile became more sinister as he starts to push his fingers in and out again, each stroke hitting your sweet spot harder, his other free hand comes towards yours to take, “it’s a deal then ?”.

The atmosphere changed drastically, Alastor form was becoming more demonic but you couldn’t care less at this point fear already consumed you, you were too absorb on reaching your climax now.

You hold his hand, nodding eagerly, moaning out a yes, and that’s all he needed to hear. Before you know it a collar appeared around your neck its chain dangling freely for Alastor to hold, which he does.

His fingers was buried deep inside your pussy while his other hand grasped the chain of your collar, you were his now forever there’s no going back.

Your body quivered with anticipation as you were reaching you peak, your tried to speak but your words were incoherent, but Alastor knew what you were about to say.

He suddenly buried his face between your legs, his fingers remaining inside you pumping in and out rapidly, while his tongue was devouring your pussy as if each taste was his last.

Your arched your back and with a shuddering gasp your body convulsed letting waves of pleasure washing over you, your moans getting louder as you finally came.

Your juices were all over his mouth and fingers. He eagerly took all in swallowing it without hesitation, while you were laying there panting and whimpering trying to regain some sense.

Alastor straighten himself, pulling out his fingers and bringing it to his mouth to lick it clean while fixing you with an intense gaze.

After regaining some sort of composure, a flicker of realization crossed over your features “n-n-n-noo what have I done !”, your voice rise in panic as you seat up, which made Alastor laugh with mockery each chuckle making you realize even more in what situation you were in now.

You tried to get off the bed but the grip that had Alastor on the chain held you firmly in place.

“Oh my dear, but I’m not done yet” he says before slamming you back into the bed.

Indeed he wasn’t done yet.

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It’s 3 am and I hope what I wrote made sense

#alastor x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor x y/n #alastor x you #hazbin alastor

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diejager · 10 months

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Thank you for letting me use your delicious idea @konigsblog 💚

Pup

When Price told them that the Task Force would have a canine companion, none of them expected this: a dog-eared, doe-eyed, energetic and very human-like canine. You were the new canine companion that would accompany them in and off mission, even though you were more human than dog.

Although you growled and guarded them from enemies, fought well to protect them and yourself, and showered them with soft, puppy love, they still trained you. They preferred hands on training rather than the basic ones you received at the canine compound; it also helped to strengthen bonds between the master and pet.

“Good pup, aren’t y’a?”

He loved pushing you to the floor, his covered erection rutting against your supple ass, panting loudly as his bodies rattled over yours for relief. Pinning you to the training mat, wrists locked over your head and legs spread around his hip, grinding your heated core upwards and whining out the cutes sounds. Listening to your pleading whines for his attention, riding his thigh like a bitch in heat; perhaps you were, your body heated and your core burning, hurting and throbbing for something to fill you.

“You cry so pretty, pup.”

The men, however, much preferred bending you over a surface and ravaging you, pulling out of your throat the sweetest mewls with every harsh thrust of their hard cock into your tight and squirting cunt. Obsessed with the warmth of your slick walls, sucking him whole while you crashed from your highs, milking his heavy balls every time you came. Your achingly hungry cunt still clenching for more, broken voice wailing for him to satisfy your needs, head nuzzling his cheek and neck, scenting him in your musk. You staked your claim on him as he did you, painting your naked neck with bites and hickeys to show off to the other boys that stared at you with dark, lustful eyes that you were the 141’s pup.

“You’re doing so well, pup. Yes, that’s it, keep going.”

Training varied often, from adjusting your little snatch to their girthy shaft to stretching that tight, little rim that puckered when he pushed in. Your ass is as warm - if not warmer - than your cunt. You struggled at first, whimpering about how it wouldn’t fit even though he reassured you it would. Whimpering and whining into the pillow as he slammed into your opened rim, drooling over his bed with your ass up and your face shoved down. His adrenaline spiked when he could land a few spanks on your bouncing ass, skin meeting his hips when he bottomed out into you, cunt leaking down your thighs.

“Slow, pup, go slow. Yeah, that’s it.”

He liked coming down your throat as much as he could in your ass and cunt. Hearing you gag when his bulbous tip hit the bottom of your throat made his shiver, hips jerking erratically while he held your head. Sometimes he liked taking control, using your mouth to relieve himself of his frustration, other times, he liked letting you chose your pace, to let you take care of him lovingly. Your head bobbing between his thick thighs, hands pumping the rest that wouldn’t fit into your drooling mouth. You stared at his face, round, puppy eyes glazed over with big tears and cheeks full, a sinfully adorable face for the TF’s canine companion.

“Welcome to Task Force 141, pup.”

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iidgm · 30 days

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a little something i wrote at 1 am

word count: 1065

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You sighed heavily, your limbs giving out under you without prior warning.

These chases are exhausting you, and you have no idea for how much longer you’ll be able to keep up with these toys without dying in the process.

Not like you stayed dead, anyways.

Strange voices in your mind ordering you to get up, and somehow waking up moments before your death… You’ve learned to not question it. At least not for now.

You check your surroundings carefully, trying your best to keep your heavy breathing as silent as possible as to not attract any more toys.

Dried pool, giant rubber ducks…

Ominous looking cell doors.

Ah shit, those are the only way forward, aren’t they?

You groan as you lift yourself up with your fists, your GrabPack feeling more like a hindrance than a helping tool at the moment. Damn designers.

You drag your heavy legs towards the cell doors, dread creeping up your spine.

Why are there CELLS on the POOL?!

You enter a dimly candle-lit corridor with a huge hole in a corner. You decide to not approach it, instead you keep going forward.

The putrid, rotting flesh and gore assaults your senses. The smell being unbearable, the sounds it made against your shoes as you walked disgusted you and the dried remains visible made your stomach churn.

But the only way is forward.

You look into the each cell individually, searching for something to help you open the doors at the end of the corridor—

“You… You’re Poppy’s Angel. Come to save us!”

You jump at the sudden deep voice behind you, turning around in panic with flare gun ready to shoot. Then you see it.

See him.

Dogday.

“Nothing left to save, not here…” He continues. “You’re in Catnap’s home, Angel. Their home.”

You try to swallow back the lump in your throat.

Or what’s left of Dogday.

His bottom half is ripped off, only a tight belt acting as a tourniquet preventing his insides to spill out completely. You want to throw up.

“A million pairs of eyes are on you now. Watching, waiting, hungry.” He sounds so defeated. “They want nothing more than to crawl beneath your skin– And eat away at you bit by little bit, fill what feels empty inside themselves.”

Your body moves without your input towards the canine, slowly as to not startle or scare him. Not like anything would achieve that at this point, you think.

“That... thing... CatNap. The Prototype is his God, and this is what he does to heretics.” He moves his arms, secured by shackles to emphasize this. “These little toys follow CatNap to avoid that very fate– and in return, they are fed.”

Your hands slowly move towards Dogday’s face. He doesn’t react.

“We tried to fight it, The Prototype's control.” He takes a deep breath. “I'm... the last of the Smiling Critters.” His voice shakes a little, looking away from you. Your heart breaks further for him.

“I–” You try to start, but he interrupts you.

“Listen to me, you need to get out of this place. You need to live!” He looks at you, his dark voids for eyes locking on your face. His voice cracks again, but he sounds determined. You make up your mind in that second.

“I’m not leaving without you.” You say firmly, before working your way through his shackles as fast as you can. He makes a sound of shock as his arm drops, followed by the other. He falls into your arms, limp and dirty.

“Wh– Angel, I’m a lost cause! You must flee!” He pleads, his hand closing around your forearm with the little strength he has.

“I’m sick and tired of people telling me who I can and cannot save. So strap in, Doggy boy, I’m getting you out of here.” You say with finality, shifting him on your back in a way he can hold himself up somewhat comfortably.

He doesn’t protest any further.

You look around, trying to find a way out of the cellar. The doors you came through somehow closed, so that option is discarded.

“Oh no... OH NO!” You hear Dogday cry out, and you turn your head to see what he’s on about.

Oh shit.

A mass of ruined critters start to crawl their way out of the walls towards you. Before you can react, the floor gives in beneath you, falling through a hole in front of the closed gates.

“Hold on tight!” You warn before running your way through the narrow foam tunnels. Your flare gun manages to scare the little toys that come across your away and gives you a dim light source in the abyssal darkness the Playground was.

You slide down one of the three slides you are offered, and keep running as you can.

And then you see it.

A platform to the surface.

You only have to make a purple hand jump to get there.

The GrabPack was made for only one person, though. Would you be able to make it?

Only one way to find out.

“Be ready!” You shout as you run at full speed, gaining momentum.

'Wait— nononO ANGEL WAIT—' You hear him yell in a panicked tone, but you don't slow down.

With a leap of faith, you press the pressure plate with the purple hand and the world slows down.

For a second, you’re suspended in the air with Dogday’s arms around you firmly, and on the next, you and your companion crash on the platform so hard it knocks the air out of both of you.

You quickly press the button for it to go up before collapsing. Seems like Dogday had let go of you once he saw you’d make it.

You pant in exhaustion, the adrenaline washing off now that you’re somewhat safe. The back of your hand rests on your forehead, your eyes closed to prevent the artificial light from entering your retinas.

You did it.

You hear a deep, husky laugh not far away from you, and you laugh along with him.

You did it!

You managed to save someone!

You two laugh together in a manic manner as the platform lifts you two to the surface level of Playcare.

You’d think what to tell the others once you’re there. For now, you’ll enjoy this short moment of bliss with your new friend.

#.eiden writes.#dogday #smiling critters dogday #dogday x reader #dogday x y/n #poppy playtime dogday #poppy playtime #smiling critters #poppy playtime x reader #x reader #smth smth no proof we die like canon dd

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buff-muffin · 2 months

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List of Doflamgingo and Corazon headcanons cause doomed siblings

1. Both brothers have extremely expressive eyes, they got them from their father. You can always tell what their thinking by looking at their eyes. Dofi was aware of this from a young age realising he could never tell what his brother was thinking because his hair covered his eyes. So he started wearing sunglasses. This kept him from being readable and stuck with him all the way to adulthood. This however also impacted Rosi as the entire time he works under Dofi he wears glasses to not let his intentions be read and thoughts understood, but the second hes with Law alone after finding out hes a D he took them off and let himself be readable for Law if it made the boy feel safe.

2. Doflamingo was always rather strong for a child and that came from helping his younger brother out. There were countless times where Rosi wanted to hold his hand yet when he tripped he would drag Dofi down with him. So he got strong enough to be able to pull his brother back up and not be taken down with him

3. Rosi was super clingy when he was small. Before and after they suffered on the streets, physical touch was such a love language for him, Dofi while never fully comfortable with it, was always sure to hold him… Now Corazon hardly even leans on him. It makes an old wound of Dofi’s ache

4. When Corazon first reunited with Dofi and he had time to process the fact his brother had gone MUTE after what happened years ago. Dofi wasnt sure what to think. While he felt no guilt for what he did and put his brother through a part of him feels almost pity, thinking his crybaby of a brother managed to scavenge around on the streets and survive without uttering a word. He felt pity, maybe remorse yet pride. That his bumbling younger brother had grown strong

5. One thing Dofi found odd about Cora was why he didnt use sign language despite being mute. When asked Cora explained that he never found a reason to bother learning. After all its not like people are going to go out of their way to learn sign for a random hungry kid on the streets. Dofi made sure all the family knew basic and needed signs so his brother could communicate needs quicker. Things like ‘help’ ‘thank you’ and names.

6. The sign Dofi used to symbolise corazon wa s a fist over the heart that he would clench twice to mimic a heart beat. It always gave a twicted idea of squeezing a heart. Law on the other hand would knock on his chest slightly to the left as if to knock on his own heart, this was because on minion island it was getting hard for him to clench his fists and found that sign far easier. Cora loved it.

7. As much as Cora’s muteness made things more complicated. There was a power aspect of it that Doflamingo enjoyed. There was something about the fact he knew that that no matter how bad shit would get Cora wouldnt speak and he would not tell anyone of their life before hand made him feel powerful, in control. Cora could be kept on a close tight leash and that, in the end was the biggest reason he doubted Corazon to be the traitor. He truly though if his brother could not speak there was no way he could help the marines. Though the longer he was there and the realisation of his capability and strength slowly made him doubt that logic. Until he left and the marines stopped.

8. When they were children, Dofi was still a rather stuck up and serious kid, always waiting for the day he was an adult and could take charge. Rosi however was the only one who could make him laugh. It was this dark spell his brother always had in his back pocket. The faces he pulled, the little shows he put on all of it made Dofi laugh. Rosi pulled out all those same tricks to make Law laugh

9. It took Rosi a really long time to stop flinching at the sound of gun shots. While Sengoku was a reasonable parent and did not put Rosi though any kind of intense training until he was ready for it. Gunshots was one of the hardest things to help the boy overcome.

10. Rosi was always a quite kid. He was never particularly chatty or asked a lot of questions. Usually just making squeaks when he fell. But after what happened he was mute for a while with Sengoku. Afraid to speak up as his brother had found him weak for making noises crying. It took him a while and Sengoku was willing to work with him when he didnt speak, but Rosi found his voice and started speaking though still never often, When he ate the calm-calm fruit not much had changed in the talking regard

11. Rosi has used the calm bubble to scream and cry once in the privacy in his own room. Yes he knew what he signed up for as Doflamingo’s corazon. But that didnt mean his heart didn’t ache whenever he had to take lives or threatening innocence

12. Every time he had call check ins with Sengoku, Rosi’s voice would crack just a little, the lack of use taking its effect on his voice. Even Law heard it once or twice in the start of them travelling together.

13. Corazon originally had an identical feathered coat as Dofi, but between the fact it no longer made doflamingo look like the one on top, and Cora kept accidently burning the feathers. They switched him to black. Now no one can see the burn marks unless you really look

#been trying to find good fics that explore their dynamic IM STARVED #DOOMED SIBLINGS MY BELOVED #donquixote doflamingo #donquixote rosinante #donquixote brothers #rosinante corazon #trafalgar law #donquixote family #one piece #one piece head canons #I genuinely love exploring the concept Dofi did love his brother #yes I spell it Dofi with an I suck my dick #I call him corazon when he’s undercover Rosi when he’s himself just fyi #rambles

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writingforstraykids · 4 months

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More than friends - Chp.5

Pairing: Minho x Chan x fem!reader / Minchan x fem!reader

Word Count: 5519

Summary: On your ride home, Chan notices Minho needs some extra attention tonight, and before you know it, you're invited. Chan makes sure Minho and you feel comfortable throughout the process and lets you experience your own dominance once Minho fully submits to the both of you...

Warnings/Tags: smut, bottom!sub!min, top!dom!chan, switch!reader, p in v, oral (f/m receiving), anal, subspace, very subby min (as requested), chan gets called sir/hyung/.., reader gets called baby girl/kitten..., minho gets called bunny/pretty boy,..., fluff, aftercare, cuddles

A/N: I know I said part 4 was the end, but you asked for more, so here we go. A very subby min, as promised. There's literally no plot, have fun guys😂👀

PART FOUR

Skin to skin, breathe me in Feel with your kiss on me Lips are made of ecstasy I'll be yours for a thousand lives For you ~ Liam Payne, Rita Ora

Minho listens to Chan and you chatter on as he tries to stay awake. The last three weeks have been exhausting, and he's glad to be back home with the two of you finally. He watches you interact from the backseat, smiling to himself as he sees how close you've grown. Stifling a yawn, he gently tugs at the sleeves of his sweater and leans back in his chair.

"Tired, baby?" Chan asks, glancing at him through the rearview mirror.

"Exhausted," he nods before sighing softly. "No idea if I can sleep, though, I feel too tense."

"I can help with that," Chan suggests and Minho smirks at him amused.

"And leave me all on my own?" you pout. A heavy silence settles in the car, and they exchange another glance. "I was joking," you say half-heartedly.

"What if you..join?" he asks almost too quietly to hear.

"No, seriously, let Chan take care of you and-."

"Do you want us to take care of you?" Chan cuts you off, and Minho's throat dries. His eyes filling with need betray him and Chan chuckles to himself. "Judging by that look on your face, you do."

You turn in your seat to face him and search his blown, hungry eyes. "You're sure?"

"Mhm," Minho hums, chewing on his lower lip as need spread through his body like wildfire.

"And you uhm - how is that going to work? I mean, you never…" you trail off, blinking at him. Minho always took control when he's with you so far.

"Don't act so innocent, you weren't exactly submissive when we had sex," Chan snorts.

"That's because you were too needy to make me stop bossing you around," you protest softly.

"Oh, that's a first," Minho snorts, and Chan shoots him a look through the mirror that makes him squirm.

"What's that supposed to mean?" you ask curiously.

"He tends to slip when he's all overworked and needy," Minho smirks nevertheless, teasing Chan. "Suddenly forgets he's in control when he's feeling really good."

"Min," Chan speaks up firmly, and you watch with curiosity how Minho tenses up at the tone, hands clutching his jeans. "Don't make me regret offering you to take care of you."

"Channie hyung, no, I'm sorry for teasing, I'll be good, I promise," Minho breathes out, eyes widening. He licks his lips and stares at him with pleading, soft brown eyes. Chan's grip around the steering wheel tightens. Oh, he's good.

"Mhm, you better," he says calmly, but glancing down, you can tell he's getting hard by Minho's pleading look alone.

"Missed you two so much," Minho says softly. "Missed stuffing you with my cum and licking you clean," he goes on, locking eyes with you. "Missed being good for you and feeling full," he rambles on, looking back at Chan.

"If you don't shut that pretty filthy mouth of yours right now, I'll make sure it's busy with something else," he growls softly, and you instinctively press your thighs together. Minho sits on his hands to stop himself from allowing some much-needed friction against his dick straining in his pants.

"Busy with whom?" you ask, and Chan scoffs.

"That's for me to decide, doll," he says.

You clench around nothing at the sudden change of dynamics in the car, both Minho and you staring at Chan, longing for something to happen. That's what you've been waiting for, what he hasn't allowed himself in the past week yet. Fully taking control, making Min and you bow to his will.

It's silent for a moment before Minho speaks up, barely audible. "Can I eat her out later, hyungie?"

You bite your lower lip hard and glance at Chan excitedly. Chan glances back at you and chuckles softly. "You'd like that, baby girl?"

"Yes," you nod eagerly.

"Please, Channie hyung," Minho chimes in from the backseat. "Wanna make our girl feel good."

Our girl. You might as well pass out.

"Relax, bunny, of course you can," Chan assures him and stops the car in front of your house. "You start when I tell you to, or else you'll get nothing from me today, and you two can figure it out on your own."

Minho's eyes widen and he exhales almost shakily. "I'll be good," he whispers, and you wonder if he's afraid of being unable to switch back from his subby state if Chan drops him like that. It sure looks like it.

You get out of the car, gently adjusting your skirt as you notice you're already soaking your pants in anticipation. Minho steps out of the car, nervously tugging at his sweater to conceal the very prominent bulge in his pants. Chan gets Minho's suitcase, fumbling for his keys and urging the two of you toward the house with a gentle wave. Minho's hand slips into yours as you wait for Chan to unlock the door, and he exchanges an excited look with you. Chan pulls the door closed behind the three of you and raises his eyebrows as Minho drops to his knees the moment he does. He wraps his arms around your legs and buries his face in your stomach with a soft sound. Chan doesn't seem that fazed anymore and reaches out for him, soothingly patting his head. "So eager to please, bunny?"

Minho makes a muffled sound against the fabric of your shirt and nods before lifting your skirt and burying his face in your core, only parted by your panties. You gasp as his nose presses against your clit and exchange a nervous glance with Chan. A needy groan escapes his throat as the soaked fabric meets his skin, your scent taking over. "Hyungie, fuck," he whines, and Chan chuckles, running his hands through his hair before gripping it and pulling him back.

"Did I say you could start?" he asks firmly.

"S-sorry," Minho stutters, lower lip trembling. "Just wanna make her feel good," he pouts, glancing up at him through his lashes. Minho on his knees, explaining himself to Chan, is a heavenly sight, really.

"Please, Channie," you say softly, pressing your legs together at the missing touch.

Chan's eyes meet yours, and you swallow at the dark lust clouding his eyes. "Don't be ridiculous, baby girl, you came three times before we left to pick him up. You can't be that needy."

"You'd be surprised," Minho laughs weakly, fondling your thigh. "That girl's a needy little s-."

Chan grabs his chin and gives him a stern look. "You're not the one to judge here," he points out his current position on the floor. "Now behave, you two. Min, you stay dressed. Y/N, take off your clothes, living room," he instructs the two of you, and Minho scrambles to his feet.

Chan gently kisses your temple to reassure you before sending you off. Minho looks at him fondly and chews on his lower lip. "Kiss?" he asks so sweetly, Chan can't deny him. Minho hums as their lips meet, and his whole body visibly relaxes.

"You know your safeword, I'll be there the whole time," Chan says and takes his hand.

"I'm so tired already, I might slip," Minho whispers. He doesn't mind falling into subspace; he knows Chan takes care of him and ensures he's comfortable and safe. A warning is never too much, though.

"I'm here. I got you," he nods and squeezes his hand. "You know our signals; I know when you are."

"Okay," Minho nods sweetly and pulls him with him to the living room. "You're okay with this?" he checks in with you, eyes glistening as you discard your shirt to the floor.

"I am," you assure him. "I know my safeword and stuff. I trust you guys, and I trust Channie to keep an eye on us."

Minho smiles and steals a kiss. "That's good," he nods.

Chan kisses you next, caressing your cheek. "I got you, baby girl."

Minho wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you with him to the sofa. He sits down with you in his lap and softly kisses you, nudging your noses together. "Gonna make you feel so good, honey."

You allow yourself that little moment of reassurance and watch Chan as he prepares your favorite pillow for your head. You're only wearing your underwear now, and a shiver runs down your spine as Chan opens your bra, kissing the back of your neck as he pulls it off your body. A soft groan escapes Minho at the sight of your breasts, nipples hardening at the sudden change of temperature. Chan cups your breasts and kneads them, making you moan out his name. He kisses your shoulder softly and exchanges a fond look with Minho. "Such a beautiful girl. Y/nnie and I are going to take good care of your needs, bunny," he promises him, and Minho beams at him so full of love it makes his stomach flutter. Chan soothingly fondles down your sides, coming to a halt on your hips. "Get on your back for Minnie, okay?"

You nod compliantly and get comfortable. The sight of your boyfriends admiring your body makes you squirm a little. Their eyes seem to be undressing you even though you're only wearing panties by now. Minho glances at Chan obediently, sitting on his knees between your legs. "Hyungie, can I start?" he asks gently.

Chan gets comfortable in an armchair opposite you and nods. "You can start, baby." He watches as Minho pulls down your panties and marvels at the form of your naked body. "Open your gorgeous legs for Min," he tells you, smiling as you do without hesitating.

Minho doesn't waste a second, getting comfortable between your legs and burying his face in your soaking core with a sweet groan. "Mhm fuck missed you so much," he tells you and licks up between your folds agonizingly slow.

You hum softly at the motion and smile down at him. "Me or my pussy?"

Chan snorts, and Minho shoots you a playful glare. "Both, obviously," he clarifies, rubbing up your thighs and spreading your folds with his fingers, watching as you clench around nothing. He hums to himself before burying himself in your wet core, dragging his tongue across your tensing hole. His nose pushes against your clit as he does, and you shudder above him. Fuck, he missed that. "Sweet girl," he marvels, tongue traveling all over your soaking pussy to lap up your juices. "So fucking wet for us."

"Can I touch him?" you ask, glancing at Chan and almost choking on your breath. Chan's sitting on the armchair, legs spread wide, and strokes his dick, still fully dressed besides that.

"Sure," Chan hums gently before his eyes travel back to Minho buried between your legs.

You glance down as well, biting your lip hard as Minho looks up at you through his long lashes, moaning sinfully at the taste of you. You reach out for him, running your hand through his hair, and he hums pleased, eyes fluttering close a little. Minho pushes his tongue inside, thumb lovingly caressing your clit. He moans, vibrations shooting up your body at it. "Shit, Min, feels so good," you moan blissfully and tug at his hair.

Minho whimpers against you, and glancing down, you notice him more or less subtly rutting against the sofa.

"Min," Chan moans out, and Minho pulls away from you, making you whine at the sudden loss. "Stop fucking the sofa, I told you we'd take care of you." Minho doesn't even protest, even though his dick hurts as he watches Chan. You follow his eyes, swallowing softly. Chan's curls frame his face beautifully, lips parted with soft pants as he strokes himself. "Go on," he breathes out.

"Please don't cum yet," Minho says quietly, and Chan frowns at him. "Want to suck you off when I'm done with her."

"No need, this is enough," he says, gesturing at the two of you.

Minho's body trembles, and tears brim his eyes, making you gulp softly. "Hyungie, please," he pouts sincerely, and you gently take his hand, soothingly fondling it. Your heart hurts at how desperate he looks, and you begin to understand why Chan is so damn protective of him. If that's the side he sees of Minho when they get intimate and vulnerable, it's no surprise he'd keep him safely stored in his pocket if he could. "Wanna make you two feel good before you take care of me, please."

Chan searches his eyes observantly before nodding. "Okay, Minnie baby," he says, eyes growing incredibly soft. "Now, take good care of Y/nnie."

"I will," he nods eagerly, a beautiful smile covering his face. He squeezes your hand tenderly before burying himself back between your legs, sucking at your clit.

You gush against him with a loud moan, hand shooting back into his hair and pressing him close. "Fuck," you whisper, hips bucking up against him. "Ch-Channie," you press out, stomach tightening at Minho's skillful little licks and touches. Chan hums in response, only lazily stroking himself now. "M'so close."

"You like it that much?" he asks, and you whine in response. "Hear that, Minnie, she can't answer properly with your mouth on her." Minho almost purrs at that, squeezing your thighs. "Go on then, beautiful, make a mess of our pretty boy."

The sinful moan against your clit that leaves Minho's lips at that is enough to push you over the edge. You moan out his name loudly, body spasming beneath him. Your eyes roll back as Minho collects all your juices, not stopping even as you whimper from overstimulation. "Fuck, Min, stop," you beg, trying to squirm away, but he keeps you in place. "Min-ohh," you squeeze your eyes shut as he sucks on your clit so eagerly it makes you cum again. You pull at his hair and shake at another intense orgasm. "Channie," you plead as Minho keeps going on, too pussy drunk to stop.

Chan tucks himself back in and steps next to you, grabbing Minho by his hair and pulling him back. Minho leans into the firm grip, lips parting with a breathy moan. His face is a mess, and so is his hair, and he smiles at you lazily. "Easy there, bunny, not so eager."

"Sorry," he apologizes softly to you and fondles your thighs. "Love you, kitten."

"Love you too, honey," you assure him softly.

"Mhm, look at the mess you made," Chan hums gently, wiping his thumb across Minho's glistening lips and licking it clean with a soft sound.

Minho moves onto the floor, reaching up to unbutton Chan's jeans before hesitating. He glances up at him with pleading eyes. "Can I suck you off now, hyung?"

Chan chuckles softly and unbuttons his pants for him, pulling them down to his knees with his boxers and sitting down at the end of the sofa. "Come here, baby," he nods, and Minho does, resting his chin on his knees. Chan reaches out for you, soothingly rubbing your thigh as you're still coming down from your high. He smiles gently as Minho eagerly leans forward as soon as Chan makes room for him, spreading his legs. He licks up his shaft, hand stroking him experimentally. Chan groans softly as Minho wraps his lips around him and sinks down deeper. He tenses as he hits Minho's throat, and he gags around him, tears shooting to his eyes. Chan pulls him back and leans down, cupping his face. "Stop rushing, baby; we have all the time you need, okay?" he asks soothingly, kissing his forehead, nose, and lips. Minho kisses back with a soft moan, gripping the fabric of Chan's pulled-down jeans. Chan lovingly runs his hand through his hair, soothing him for a moment before guiding him back down. Minho takes his time now, relaxing his jaw as he goes on, moaning at the taste of Chan on his tongue.

You sit up shakily after a few moments and lovingly kiss down Chan's neck, who throws his head back against the sofa to give you more room. Your hand roams his stomach before covering Chan's, buried in Minho's hair, and intertwining your fingers. Chan gasps as you bite down below his ear, nipping at his skin and guiding Minho's head with him. "Minnie, look how good you're making Channie hyung feel," you tell him, and Minho glances up, fingers gently massaging his balls.

Chan's jaw grows slack, plump lips falling open with a beautiful moan. His eyes flutter close as Minho takes him in deeper, moaning around him. His hand sinks down to his neck, keeping him in place as he thrusts into his mouth. "So good, bunny," Chan presses out. "Doing so well for me, fuck," he pants, pushing himself further down Minho's throat. Chan turns his head, chasing your lips, and you let him kissing him passionately. He moans into your mouth, eyebrows furrowing in pleasure as he gets close. "Min, baby, fuck," he barely gets out before shoving Minho down his dick roughly, releasing down his throat with a guttural groan.

Minho pulls back with a fucked out look on his face once Chan loosens his hold on him and licks his lips in anticipation. Chan catches his breath and cups his face with one hand, gently wiping the spit off his chin with his thumb. "Good?" Minho asks sweetly.

Chan smiles fondly, tucking himself back in. "You've been very good."

Minho glances at you expectantly, and you can't fight the smile covering your lips. "So good," you agree and lovingly ruffle his hair. Minho hums, pleased with himself.

"Now, bunny, I'll prepare you so I can make you feel all good and full as you wanted," Chan explains, still caressing his cheek. "Once you're ready, Y/nnie will help me out, okay?"

"Okay," Minho nods quickly.

"Y/N?" Chan checks in, and all you can do is nod. "Speak up."

"Yes, sir," you stammer, not quite sure where the hell that comes from, but Chan doesn't seem to mind, poking your cheek. You let him guide you into your previous position and watch them curiously as he pulls Minho to his feet. Chan helps him undress, kissing him firmly as he does. Minho lets him, chasing his lips with soft whines. Chan lets Minho undress him beside his boxers and kisses him one last time before whispering something to him you can't hear. You watch Minho cautiously as he comes over and laugh, surprised as he climbs on top of you, cuddling you close. "Hey there," you smile as he nuzzles his face in your neck. The simple act of feeling his weight on top of you, his golden skin pressing against yours, makes you feel so safe and grounded it's ridiculous.

"Missed you," Minho whispers against your skin.

"I missed you too, darling," you tell him and watch Chan getting comfortable on the sofa behind Minho, gently pushing your legs apart to scoot closer.

Chan fondles Minho's back for a moment before grabbing his hips and pulling him onto his knees. "Ready?" he asks, and Minho hums, agreeing, burying himself deeper into your neck as his bum is on full display for Chan. Chan locks eyes with you and smirks. "Our dear boy felt a little embarrassed because of the sounds he makes when I stretch him out," Chan explains, and a smile creeps on your face. "I thought cuddling you might help."

"Aw, really, Minnie?" you ask softly, and Minho nods, squirming a little in your arms. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about, love," you soothe him as Chan spreads his cheeks with his fingers. "Let us hear how good you feel; I bet you sound incredibly sweet."

"I'm not sweet," he mutters playfully offended, grip on your hip tightening in surprise as Chan licks up between his cheeks. A soft whine falls from his lips, proving your point.

Minho's face grows hot against your skin as Chan eats him out skillfully, hands kneading his thighs and bum. His warm breath tickles your skin, and his hand gropes your hips and thighs, trying to steady himself. Beautiful tiny moans, whimpers, and whines, growing in volume and pitch, now fall freely from his lips. He's pushing back to meet Chan's tongue and grows desperate in his movements. Chan eases two fingers inside and brushes them against his prostate. Minho collapses on you with a broken moan and starts fucking himself on Chan's fingers, dragging his dick through your folds and against your clit as he does. "Hyungie," he whines, and you fondle his hair, eyes fluttering with every drag of his hips. You kiss his head and moan softly as he starts intentionally grinding down against you. “God, Y/N.”

Chan lets him for now, kissing up his back, and soon has four fingers buried deep inside. He can tell Minho is getting close by how his body arches into his touch and his moans grow higher pitched. He suddenly pulls out, and Minho cries out his name in utter despair. "Shh, bunny, you can't cum yet, okay?"

"Why?" he asks, sounding heartbroken.

Chan gently rubs his sides and smiles down at him fondly. "Because you wanted to stuff our pretty girl with your cum, didn't you?" Minho moans weakly and nods face still buried in your neck. "Good, now switch positions with Y/N."

Minho falls into the cushions heavily, staring up at the two of you with his tired, soft brown eyes. He looks adorably handsome like this, and you can't stop the moan tumbling from your lips as Chan pulls you flush against his body. "Fuck, Channie hyung, you're gonna…," he trails off as Chan runs his fingers down your folds, collecting your juices, and pushes in. You melt against him with a loud moan, reaching back and tangling your hand in his hair to steady yourself.

"Patience," he tells Minho and locks eyes with him as he opens you up, thumb caressing your clit. "Such a good girl," he praises you as he soon eases in a third finger, stretching you out perfectly. You whine softly and roll your hips, meeting his fingers needily.

Minho moans at the sight of you and casually spreads his legs, slowly picking up on Chan's delicious idea.

Chan kisses his way down your neck, making you whimper his name. "Get a pillow, Minho baby." Minho reaches out for one and lifts his hips, shoving it beneath him. "Good boy," he praises him, and Minho bites his lower lip hard. He pulls his fingers from you and pats your hip, deciding you're ready. "I'll go get the lube, you two behave."

"Yes, sir," you say compliantly.

"Min," Chan says firmly, and Minho's head snaps from your dripping pussy up to his face.

"Yes, hyungie, of course," he promises quickly.

A few minutes later, you're straddling Minho's lap. His fingers sink into the flesh of your hips as he's buried fully inside you, lips parting with a soft gasp at your tight heat. His face contorts with pleasure, eyebrows knitted together, and eyes squeezed shut. Chan plants a soft kiss on your shoulder, groaning as he eases himself inside of Minho. A mutual moan escapes them as he's buried deep inside. Chan inhales softly, glancing down at him. "Min?"

"Mhm?" Minho hums, eyes still squeezed shut as he gets used to the feeling of Chan's dick stretching his hole and you clenching around him at the same time.

"You're good?" he asks, at the same time fondling your hip.

"Yeah," Minho nods breathlessly, cheeks flushing red. "Need a moment," he chuckles.

You bite your lower lip with anticipation as you watch him adjust to the overwhelming feeling. It's enough for you already to have him that deep inside without him moving and Chan right behind you. You can't imagine how good Minho must be feeling now.

"That's alright, you're in charge," he assures, soothingly fondling his thigh, making his boyfriend hum.

Minho slowly opens his eyes and takes a few deep breaths. Chan has repeatedly told him that he was in charge whenever he fully submitted to him. Chan wouldn't do anything that pushed him over his limits; he'd never hurt him on purpose, and he'd stop at any time without getting mad. This has created a net of safety and comfort for Minho early on, allowing him to submit that easily in the first place. He meets Chan's sweet chocolate orbs and feels a warm wave of safety crashing over him, numbing his senses. Then he meets your feverish soft eyes and feels so fond of you his heart might burst. "Okay," he breathes out.

"Baby girl?" he asks softly, and you hum in response. "You can start moving slowly."

"Thank you," you breathe out, relieved, and lift your hips before sinking back down on him. Minho beneath you sighs and fondles up your thighs shakily. You moan sweetly at the very needed friction and brace yourself on Minho's chest.

Chan lets you find your rhythm for a bit before gently rubbing Minho's thigh. "Tell me if it's too much," he says, and Minho nods, whimpering with pure need as Chan braces himself on the sofa and pulls back, only to thrust back into him slowly. He matches your pace, pulling out whenever you sink down on Minho and pushing back inside when you lift your hips. "That's okay?"

"Very okay," Minho breathes out, eyes fluttering. "Feels good," he adds after a moment, a soft whimper lacing his voice.

Chan taps your hips, signaling you to speed up a little, and once again adjusts to your rhythm. "How's the view, bunny?" he asks, lovingly cupping your breast.

Minho chokes on his next moan and grips your thighs tightly. "So pretty, Y/nnie," he tells you. "Wanted to fuck you so bad, missed that gorgeous - god fuck - pussy so bad," he rambles, making you shiver at the raw lust coating his orbs.

You moan softly and meet his hips. "Yeah? You've only had it for such a short time but can't get enough of it, do ya?"

Chan eyes you curiously as you seem to switch a little, growing more dominant with Minho. His boyfriend stares at you with wide eyes, seemingly incredibly turned on by you doing so.

"What did you miss more? That pussy or your hyung's dick stuffing you until you're dumb?" you ask, and Minho swallows softly, wincing as you grab his chin.

"Don't make me choose," he pleads softly, and Chan didn't think he'd see him do that with anyone else but him.

"What if you had to?" you ask, enjoying this little game.

Minho's eyes dart back and forth between you and Chan, growing confused, and suddenly, he looks almost anxious. "I don't know," he whimpers, eyes brimming with tears. "I don't wanna choose just one, wanna have you both."

"Fucks sake," Chan groans deliciously, burying his face in your shoulder as his hips buck forward.

You smile fondly and brush back his hair. "That's why you're such a good baby boy," you praise him, and Minho whimpers in response, lower lip trembling.

"Yeah?" he asks timidly.

"Yes, gorgeous," you smile at him and pat his chest. "Such a good baby."

Chan rubs his thigh and flashes him a smile. "You're doing so well, such a good little bunny for us," he tells him.

Minho seems to melt beneath you, blushing heavily at your combined praises. He throws his head back as the two of you pick up pace once more. His jaw grows slack as you seem to punch out whiny, shaky moans from him. He doesn't hold back anymore, falling apart with every roll of your hips, with every thrust Chan delivers. Minho feels heavenly, and the combined pleasure is almost a little too much. He feels himself starting to slip away and reaches out for Chan with one hand weakly. "Channie, hyungie," he whispers.

Chan intertwines their hands and searches his face observantly. "I'm here, you can let go," he assures him, and Minho moans sweetly.

Minho's face relaxes, a lazy smile spreading across his lips and his head slowly drops to the side. His hand relaxes in Chan's but stays there, his other drops from your thigh onto the sofa.

"What's happening?" you ask quietly, stopping your movement and frowning when Minho whimpers in protest.

"Keep going, baby girl," Chan tells you, soothingly fondling Minho's hand. "Subspace. Happens sometimes."

"Oh," you nod gently and pick up your previous pace, bouncing on him.

"I'll know when something's wrong, but practically all he wants is for you to keep using him the way you did before," he tells you between pants before speaking up again. "Min, you're okay?" he asks, and Minho needs a moment before reacting to his voice and squeezing his hand.

Minho feels like he's floating, heart bursting with joy to be used by Chan and you. His needy moans turn into tiny, weak whimpers, and Chan's hand feels heavy in his. He can hear your voices through a heavy fog, feeling safe as you two talk to him.

Your stomach tightens at the sight of Minho being so fucked out he can't respond besides squeezing Chan's hand. "I'm so close," you tell Chan.

"Cum whenever you're ready, beautiful," Chan encourages you, chasing his own high.

You desperately roll your hips and reach down, toying with your clit to give yourself that last push. Chan gently encourages you, guiding you through it as you cum with a loud groan of their names. Minho beneath you whines as you clench around him repeatedly, shaking on top of him. "Fuck, Chan," you whisper once you start to get overstimulated, and Minho's eyes fill with tears.

"Kiss his neck for me, baby girl, let's help him out," he says soothingly.

You lie down on Minho, still keeping him inside, and gently litter his skin with kisses that have him humming appreciatively. The force of Chan's thrusts and Minho's weak attempts to push back make you bounce on his dick, moaning against his neck. Chan behind you grows quiet, his once-controlled pace gets messy, and you can tell he's close. "Come on, Channie hyung," you moan out softly. "Let go."

Chan spills into Minho with a long, loud groan, slamming his hips inside of him roughly. "Fuck, yeah," he growls, and Minho suddenly tenses up, tears slipping from his eyes as his face scrunches up in pleasure.

A loud sob ripples through him, and you can feel him coating your walls. Continuous weak little moans leave him as you two help him through it, and he can do nothing but enjoy the pleasure coursing through his body.

Chan pulls out very carefully, and Minho whimpers at the loss. He lifts you off his dick, and that's when Minho reacts.

"Hyung, no, please," he cries, grabbing your arm. "Don't go."

Chan soothingly rubs his side. "We're here, baby, you're okay."

You get comfortable on his left and Chan on his right. You both cuddle him close, soothingly fondling his hair and body, whispering sweet nothings to him. "You're so pretty, darling," you whisper.

"You did such a good job, Minho baby," Chan adds, and Minho closes his eyes, cuddling into the two of you. Chan seems to know exactly how to coax him back out, and you do your best to support him. Once he's sure Minho's alright, he exchanges a glance with you. "We should go and clean up," he says, and you nod tiredly.

Chan prepares the bathtub for the three of you and carries you there first, helping you into the warm water. He kisses your forehead and smiles fondly. "I'll go get Min."

"Okay," you smile softly.

He gently lowers Minho into the water with you before getting in himself. He pulls Minho into his lap, who cuddles up against him tiredly. You cuddle into Chan’s left side, resting your head on his chest next to Minho’s. Minho’s hand finds yours in the warm water, easing your bodies. For a while, you all simply relax in silence before Chan and you help Minho washing his hair and body for him. Chan then does the same for you, and you’re ready to sleep once he’s done. You’re amazed at how quickly Chan has the two of you in bed, comfortably dressed and hair dried. Minho clings to you as Chan leaves you to finish up himself, and you lazily fondle his hair.

Chan smiles softly at the sight of you two, all cuddled up and waiting for him. His curls are still damp from rushing a little to take care of you as soon as possible. As soon as he climbs into bed, the two of you are clinging to him, having him chuckle, and his heart swell with pride. He kisses both your heads and whispers to you how much he loves you, telling you to sleep. Neither Min nor you need a second invitation, dozing off quickly, trusting Chan to keep you safe in your sleep.

PART FOUR

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