#its mr pants in pool himself

[honey-on-your-tongue]

Can I request reader teasing Miguel and trying to rile him up at a gathering, nearly getting him in trouble in front of your parents, so he just snaps and punishes you?

Aaaa my first Miguel request!!! Baby this idea has me crazyyyy.

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What else are you supposed to do? It's a small gathering of your parents' friends and Miguel is here. You're bored. You need something to do other than answer everyone's questions about how your second year of college is going for you.

And it's so easy. Miguel just about sets himself up. He walks into the kitchen when you're alone and he playfully squeezes your ass. How are you not supposed to rub your ass back against his crotch?

That little stunt of yours manages to make him harder than he already was. He gasps softly, a low groan leaving his lips as his hands grab onto your hips. He pushes you against the counter, pressing his body to yours.

His hard cock presses against your ass and you shudder, desire pooling between your thighs. “You dirty thing,” he says lowly, his mouth lowering to your ear. “What do you think you're doing?”

You shrug innocently. “Nothing, Mr. O'Hara,” you say in a sweet little tone. “I'm just helping my parents around in the kitchen.” You smirk softly as you turn to face him, one of your hands moving to the front of his jeans. You palm his hard-on through his pants and he groans, eyes fluttering shut.

You get a rise out of teasing him. Out of seeing him suffer a little.

You pull your hand away and say, “My mamá is waiting for the enchiladas.” You grab the platter of enchiladas and walk out of his arms, away from him.

Miguel stays where he is, hands gripping onto the counter too tight, body hunched over, breathing heavily. His eyes are shut hard, his mouth open as he pants in and out.

He feels like some goddamned beast on the verge of losing it. This is how your father finds him.

“Miguel, buddy, what's wrong?” he asks, patting Miguel's shoulder. “The party's outside.”

No, Miguel wants to say. That little princesa is outside, and she's a dangerous thing...

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Night falls. The party has gathered around a bonfire, drinking a few beers and sharing stories. You're sitting on one of the patio chairs, wearing Miguel's sweater, your arms crossed over your chest. You'd been cold. He wordlessly put his sweater on you.

You watch from afar as everyone chats and laughs and shares and—

You lock eyes with Miguel. From across the bonfire, he watches you like a predator stalking its prey. His eyes are sharp, dark, and it sends a shudder through you.

You have the audacity to grin at him and nod microscopically towards your house. You get up and walk inside, mostly unnoticed by the rest.

Miguel plans on waiting a few minutes to follow you, but he doesn't hold out for more than half a minute when he hops to his feet and murmurs something about going to the bathroom. Without caring if others heard him or not, he walks inside the house.

He finds you in the hall that leads to the staircase. You're leaning against the wall, his sweater lopsided, revealing your shoulder where you still have a hickey from the last time you two had an encounter.

He walks towards you, that innocent look on your face sending rage through him. And he loves it. The way you're so mean to him, purposely riling him up and then walking away–fuck, the way he needs to make you sorry you ever did it.

He reaches you and harshly pushes you against the wall. A soft gasp leaves you and guilt fills him as he realizes that he was too rough. He's about to apologize when he sees the way your eyes darken with lust and he raises an eyebrow with piqued interested.

He leans down a little, his lips inching closer to yours. Your breath hitches and you softly say, “Miguel, please.”

“Princesa, you owe me big time, and you're in no position to ask for favors,” he points out, voice low and menacing.

You shiver, either because you can hear the rage in his words or because you're incredibly aroused, you're not sure.

He grabs your chin in his fingers, titling your head up so that your gaze holds his.

“Abre la boca, princesa,” he says lowly. Open your mouth.

Your eyes flutter at the order as you do what he wants. Your lips part for him and Miguel drags his thumb over your lower lip before spitting in your mouth. You whine quietly and his cock twitches. Your eyes threaten to close and he tugs at your chin, forcing your gaze back to his. Instinctively, you swallow, your eyes not leaving his.

His hand slides from your chin to your neck, choking you ever so slightly. “You owe me an apology, princesa,” he says lowly.

You nod, your breathing heavy.

“Ponte de rodillas.” Get on your knees.

You shudder and lower yourself to your knees in front of him, meeting his gaze.

He smirks slightly, his heart rate spiking at the wag you look up at him. He grabs your face in his hand, eyes darting to your mouth. He traces your lips with his thumb, gaze darkening as he pictures you choking on his cock, pretty tears rolling down your face as you whine.

You raise your hands to his pants, eager to open the button and undo the zipper. But then you hear the footsteps.

You barely get the chance to process what's happening. You don't have enough time to get up, so you quickly move your hands to your shoes, pretending to do your laces.

Meanwhile, Miguel takes a step away from you, leaning back against the hall wall.

You both glance over to find your dad standing at the far end of the hallway.

He looks a little confused about the two of you here, but he seems to recover soon enough. “Miguel, what are you doin' hiding in here?”

He shrugs. “Your kid was just tellin' me about college. I told her about our time in college. Guess it's a good thing she isn't like you, huh.”

Your dad laughs. “Yeah, she's more responsible, less of a troublemaker than we were at her age.”

Miguel gives you a little look as you finish tying and retying your shoes and stand up. “Yeah. She's a real good girl.”

You shiver at his words.

Your dad doesn't seem to notice your flustered state. “Come on, Miguel, let's go back out. Have a couple of beers, laugh. You look like you need to relax.”

“I'm fine,” Miguel says in a low snarl.

Your dad raises his hands in surrender. “Alright, alright. I was just offering. We'll be outside. Help yourself to the beers in the fridge if you want.” He turns around and walks away, leaving the two of you in the hall again.

You glance up at Miguel. “You want a drink?” you ask. “There's a lot more than just beer in the house.”

He turns to you, a dark glare in his eyes. It sends a shock of fear through you, spilling desire all across your skin.

“Go get in my car. I'm taking you to my place.” His tone leaves no space for argument.

“What-what do I tell my parents?” you stutter.

He loves when you get like this. All nervous and excited, asking him to think for you.

“Tell them you've got a party or something. I'll tell them it's on my way and I'll drop you off.”

You nod. You walk back outside, heart racing in anticipation. “Dad, I-I gotta get going,” you tell him.

“Where you going?” he asks you, frowning slightly.

“Oh, I-I've got a party,” you lie, nodding softly.

“A party?” your mom says, stepping into the conversation. “Go on, honey. Go have fun. You'll have a better time than staying here with us.”

Your dad nods. “Yeah. You want me to take you, or—”

“Actually, I was gonna take her,” Miguel cuts in. “The party's on my way home.”

Your dad frowns. “You're leaving already, Miguel?”

He nods, rubbing his nape. “It's been a long day and I gotta wake up early tomorrow.” He's lying through his teeth. And everyone knows it. They just don't know it's because of you.

“Alright. Uh. Okay.” Your dad nods. He turns to you. “Be good, kiddo. What time are you going to be back?”

“Um” —you exchange a look with Miguel— “probably tomorrow morning?” Miguel gives you a tiny, tiny nod that only you can see. “Yeah, tomorrow morning,” you confirm.

Your dad nods. You know he's not happy with you being out all night, but you're twenty-two, he can't exactly tell you what to do and what not to do. “Have fun.”

Miguel smirks slyly. “I'm sure she will.”

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The drive back to Miguel's is mostly silent. Except for the occasional moans and whimpers you can't help but let out as Miguel slides his fingers over your slick pussy.

As soon as you got in his truck and he started driving away, he'd snuck his hand under your skirt, delighted—although not surprised—to find you already soaked through your panties.

He pushed those aside with ease and worked on slowly teasing you the way he knows you love.

Now, he's pushing you to an intense, rough orgasm. You can feel it spreading in your lower stomach, making your body quiver.

“Miguel,” you whimper, gasping. “Miguel, please—”

“You don't get to ask for favors,” he reminds you. “Just sit back and take it.”

You whine, back arching, body trembling. Your eyes shut tight, mouth falling open as you start to fall over the edge—

Miguel's touch stops just as suddenly as it had started. He leaves you hanging there, making you shudder and whimper as your orgasm dissipates. “No! No!”

And Miguel laughs. He sounds almost delighted at your reaction, at the look of pain on your face. “What's wrong, princesa?” he mocks. “Do you not like the consequences of your actions?”

You squirm, legs trembling as your pleasure washes away. “No, no,” you whine. “Miguel, please.”

He chuckles darkly, ignoring you as he keeps driving calmly, looking absolutely indifferent to your obvious suffering.

“Please,” you say softly. “Miguel...”

He rolls his eyes. “Christ, alright,” he huffs, as if you were asking him an enormous favor. He slides his hand between your sweat-slick thighs, his cock twitching at the mere thought of being inside of you.

Miguel touches you just like you'd asked, fingers teasing your cunt until you're dripping onto the seat.

He drives with ease, completely unbothered by your hand around his wrist, nails digging into his skin. He doesn't even have to look over at you as he touches you; he knows your body well enough, he has a map of every inch of your skin in his brain, every crevice and every sensitive spot perfectly memorized.

You can feel another orgasm growing within you, a warm bubble rising to a boil as he keeps fucking you with his fingers.

You bite your tongue, whining softly, hoping you somehow manage to hide the fact that you're close.

“Why so quiet all of a sudden?” he mocks, chancing a glance at you. Your eyes are shut tight, head thrown back against the headrest. He runs his tongue over his teeth, aching to bite your soft neck, leave hickeys all over the delicate skin...

Your orgasm bubbles closer to the surface, your soft gummy walls clenching around his fingers. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you hiss under your breath, mind growing hazy from ecstasy.

The corner of his mouth curls into a smirk. He recognizes the way your body shakes, the little gasps that escape you. He knows you're close. His fingers keep playing with your cunt, making you see stars until you're trembling with your nearing orgasm.

And just before you can come, he pulls away, leaving you whimpering, tears of frustration welling in your eyes.

“No,” you whine. “Miguel, no. I need to come.”

He laughs, enjoying your distress. “Sucks for you,” he chuckles. “Should've thought of that before you misbehaved, princesa.”

You shudder. “Please, Miguel. Oh, please, I need to come!”

“If you want it so bad, why don't you do it yourself?” he challenges.

You turn to look at him. He looks absolutely careless, eyes on the road, lips twisted into a tiny grin. “You-you—What?” Your voice is high-pitched, your eyes wide, lashes wet with tears of frustration.

“If you want to come, do it yourself,” he repeats. “You're a big girl; you can do it yourself, can't you?”

You whine, biting your lower lip as you move a hand between your thighs. Your fingers trace over your folds before spreading them apart, making space for you to play with your clit. You let out a breathy moan and Miguel glances over at you. His cock twitches at the sight, and—not for the first time—he considers sometime filming you. You're so beautiful, you turn him on so much, and he'd love to have a video of you with your fingers deep in yourself, just like you are right now, skirt hastily pushed out of the way, panties forced to the side...

He groans at the thought. He'd make an entire movie with you, hours of everything he loves to do to you. He'd bend you over the bed, have you ride him, have you under him. He'd eat you out until you'd be shaking and gasping for him to stop. He'd have you suck his cock so he can come all over your face and on your pretty tits. He'd fuck you dumb, hoping to be able to record the glow of your skin once he's through with you.

You thrust your fingers into you with ease, trying desperately to come. The pleasure within you grows, spreads over your skin, but it's not the same as when Miguel does it. His touch is electrifying, the perfect combination of rough, fast and deep.

The more you try to make yourself come, the more you realize you can't. You need him. You can't do it on your own.

You don't want to admit it to him, so you keep trying, only managing to grow more and more frustrated as your fingers fail to push you over the edge.

By the time you get to Miguel's place, you're a crying, sobbing mess, fingers slick with your desperation, your body aching for release.

“Aw,” he mocks, “what’s wrong, princesa?” He cups your face in one of his enormous hands, his thumb running over your tears. “What are you crying for?”

You sniffle. “Please, Miguel,” you cave, your eyes brimming with tears, wide and needy. You give him a gorgeous, puppy-eye look through your wet eyelashes, and he groans lowly as the image of you with his cock down your throat pops into his mind.

“Let’s go inside, princesa,” he says, stepping out of his truck. On wobbly legs, you mimic him, opening the car door and hoping out. Miguel marches to the front door of his house without giving you so much as a glance.

He walks inside and you follow him. The house is dark, the moonlight casting shadows through the window. He’s on you as if he were starved for you.

He pushes you against the wall, kicking the door shut. He towers over you, enormous body caging yours to the call. You whine softly, a gasp leaving you as he slides a thick thigh between your legs, pressing his knee to your cunt.

He chuckles as your slick starts to seep through his pants. He can feel your desperation, he can almost taste it. He’s spent too much time with his mouth on your cunt to not have your taste perfectly memorized.

You, the needy little desperate thing you are, start grinding against his thigh, eager, greedily. He chuckles lowly, one of his hands holding onto your hip to guide your movements, the other one on the wall, right beside your head.

“You’re in so much trouble,” he laughs, a rumble from deep in his throat. “So much trouble.” He moves his mouth to your ear, voice thick and sweet, like honey pouring down  the side of your neck. “Do you have any idea how bad I wanted to just drag you up to your bedroom, bend you over your bed and take what’s rightfully mine?”

You swallow hard, whimpering as you desperately grind on his leg. “Miguel...”

“If you want me to take care of your needy little pussy, you’re going to have to do something for me, princesa.” He grabs your chin in his hand, his thumb tracing your lips before sliding between them, pressing down on your tongue.

You instantly know what he wants. Keeping your eyes on his, you lower yourself to your knees, trapped between his body and the wall at your back. Your hands rise to the waistband of his pants, fingers trembling slightly in anticipation. You undo his pants, pull them down with ease. His cock springs free, hard and heavy, the tip a dark red. Your eyes move up to Miguel’s, meeting his starved gaze.

You give his cock a kitten-lick, heat shuddering through you as he groans. He pushes your hair out of your face as you lean in, taking him in your mouth. He grunts, fingers tugging at your hair.

“There you go...atta girl, princesa,” he groans, biting his lower lip. He slowly starts moving his hips as you suck him off, enjoying the way your eyes widen with worry every time he pushes deeper.

You hold onto his hips, gagging when he pushes your head forward until your nose touches the wiry hair at the base of his abdomen. Your pretty eyes glance up at him, tears starting to fall down your cheeks. The sight makes his cock twitch between your lips, and your eyes flutter shut.

He tugs your hair harshly, making you gasp and open your eyes. “Look at me,” he orders. “Don’t you dare take your eyes away from me.”

“Mhmm,” you hum as you keep going. His cock slides down your throat, making you gag. You struggle to keep your eyes open through the tears that slide down your face.

Miguel is delighted. He can’t get enough of the look in your eyes, can’t keep himself from thrusting into your mouth. You gasp, whining lowly. He holds your head in place as he facefucks you, relishing in the way you almost can’t take him.

He thrusts into your mouth until you’re crying, trying to move away from him, hazy with lust and desperation.

He pulls himself out of your mouth, wanting to come in your pussy instead, and he picks you up. He carries you to one of the counters and sets you on the floor and spins you around. You brace your hands on the tabletop and barely have time to react when he’s pushing you down, forcing your chest against the countertop.

You arch your back for him, breathing heavily. He tugs your skirt down impatiently and your panties follow. Your pussy is soaked, clit swollen, and Miguel chuckles.

“Ay, princesa,” he squeezes your ass with one of his hands, “you’re so pathetic for me.”

You whine. He runs the thick head of his cock between your folds, shuddering as your arousal smears over him. You moan silently, hips pressing back in search of more.

He slides into you with ease, making you squeal. “Dios,” he gasps, enormous hands holding your hips. “Fuck.”

He doesn’t even give you the chance to adjust before he’s pounding you, the movement of his hips rough and fast, merciless. You cry out, both in pleasure and pain as he fucks you. You scrape your nails against the countertop, eyes fluttering shut.

“Say thank you,” he orders, voice gruff, his fingers digging into your hips. “Say thank you because I shouldn’t be giving you this. I should be fucking those pretty tits of yours and coming all over your face without giving you anything.” You whine in reply, and he grabs a fistful of your hair, tugging it hard and forcing your back to arch. “Instead, I’m filling your greedy cunt with my cock. You’re not even going to thank me for it?”

“Thank you,” you gasp between broken moans and breathless whimpers. “Thank you—mm!”

He spanks you, making your body jerk forward, pressing against the counter. “Thank you for what?”

“Thank you for-for giving me your cock,” you say, eyes shut tight, voice trembling with each word. You bite your lower lip, gasping as his rough thrusts splinter your every thought into nothing.

He keeps one hand on your hip, the other one releasing your hair to slide under you. He pushes your shirt up over your breasts and undoes your bra with ease. As it falls away, his fingers quickly find your tits, squeezing them, pinching your nipples and tugging them almost too hard. Almost.

Your pussy tightens around him and he shudders. “You dirty little thing,” he scoffs. “Look at you. You’ve been a tease all day, misbehaving just because you like it when I rough you up.”

You whine, trying to move your hips back to meet his every thrust. Your efforts don’t last long, though; he’s fucking you too hard, too deep for you to do anything but take it.

Miguel leans down, his chest pressing against your back. He drags his sharp teeth over your shoulder blades, licks his way to your nape. You shiver as he gently bites your shoulder, your body trembling as he sinks his teeth into your skin.

He bites you until you’re squirming in pain, until he knows he’s close to piercing your soft flesh. He licks the spot, flattening his tongue against the mark he’s left. Then, he licks his way down your spine, placing a few open-mouthed kisses, a trail of his saliva smearing over your back.

“You’re gonna come for me, aren’t you, princesa?” His voice is thick, his cock bruising your cervix with each pound. “You’re going to come on my cock and you’re gonna squirt too, aren’t you?”

Lately, Miguel has taken to teach you how to squirt. You’ve managed to do it a couple of times, but it’s always been with his careful guidance. He’s had you try to do it yourself while he watches, but you’re never able to. If it’s not his touch, it just doesn’t happen.

“Y-you know I can’t,” you stutter, thighs starting to tremble, eyes rolling into the back of your head.

“You’re going to,” Miguel repeats, firmly. “No te estoy preguntando.” I’m not asking you.

You shiver at the command, his voice leaving no room for you to argue.

“And if you don’t,” he continues, leaning down so that his mouth is right beside your ear; he whispers, “you will get in big, big trouble, princesa. ¿Entiendes?”

You nod. “Yes, Miguel,” you whimper.

“Good.” He keeps ramming into you, his eyes glancing down to watch his enormous cock slide in and out of you. God, he wishes he had a camera. To film you like this, record your every movement, every sound, every expression. He’d force you to watch the video later, and he’d have his head between your thighs while you writhe in embarrassment and pleasure.

But that’s for another time.

Your first orgasm blossoms deep in your womb, a ticking bomb with a short fuse. You can feel the heat growing and growing, spreading within you and boiling almost as soon as it appears.

The pleasure presses against the walls of your womb, makes everything in you coil tight and shudder as your world pauses for a moment. You moan breathlessly, eyes fluttering shut, and then you’re falling over the edge, the pleasure bursting across your skin.

Miguel laughs as he feels you come, his hand that’s under you moving from your tits to your pussy. As he keeps fucking you, he runs his fingers over your clit, pinching the sensitive nub. You jerk, oversensitive, and he chuckles.

“Already?” he mocks, his thrusts slowing to a stop. “Are you that much of a slut for me?”

You can feel your cheeks heating up in embarrassment. You’re about to deny it in vain when he pulls out of you. You whine in complaint, but just as you begin to demand an explanation, he turns you around, picking you up and setting you on the counter.

His eyes rake over your body, moving from your face to your tits, down your torso until he sees your pussy, raw and dripping. He slaps your cunt, making you squeal, and he groans lowly.

“Fuck,” he hisses. He wraps a hand around your throat, smirking slightly, and then he’s ramming into you again.

You gasp, eyes shutting tight, eyebrows scrunching up in pain as his cock forces your sensitive gummy walls to stretch. His hand tightens around your throat and you whimper, a shock of fear coursing through your veins.

“Princesa,” he hums, “you have to squirt for me or you’re going to get in trouble.”

You nod, desperate, body trembling.

“And you’re going to have to do it all on your own.”

You want to complain about that, but you know it won’t get you anywhere. Instead, you move one of your hands between your body and Miguel’s, fingers finding your clit with ease. You pet the little nub, giving it a slow buildup, a familiar string of ecstasy growing taut within you.

Miguel watches. He loves to watch. He likes how you get shy and a little embarrassed, your pretty eyes avoiding his as he enjoys the sight. It’s one of his favorite images of you—you, spread out on the bed, fingers knuckle-deep in yourself, eyes embarrassed. He gets off to that thought at least three times a day.

You can feel a second orgasm approaching. Your velvet walls clench around him and he gasps, hips stuttering slightly. He can feel his own release growing close, bubbling just beneath the surface, threatening to burst.

You gasp, back arching. You lay down on the countertop, head thrown back, body shaking. As one of your hands keeps flicking against your clit, touching it in all your favorite ways, your other hand moves to grab Miguel’s wrist. You lead his hand from your neck to your mouth, stuffing his fingers between your lips.

He smirks as he realizes what you want. It’s not the first time you request this. He found out you have a thing for gagging on his fingers, and he positively adores it.

His middle finger and his ring finger press down against your tongue, going deep enough to have you gagging in seconds.

The combination of you choking on his fingers, full to the brim with his cock, and your hand playing with your clit has you reeling over the edge almost too soon.

You come again, shuddering and gasping, muffled moans leaving your lips. And you keep rubbing your clit hard, almost violently, until you squirt on him.

Miguel groans at the sight, his thrusts growing harsher, impossibly deeper, until he comes. He unloads his seed deep into your pussy, filling you with his release. It spills out of you, trails down your thighs, stains your skin.

As you slowly regain your breath, he pulls his fingers out of your mouth, caressing your cheek, leaving your skin wet from your own spit.

“Mi princesa,” he hums, smiling softly. “You did good. You did real good.” Something in his eyes darkens, an almost predatory look flashing in his gaze. “But I’m not done with you yet. Oh, no. I won’t be done with you for the whole night.”

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I'm literally so sorry this took so long!!! I hope it was worth the wait <3

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[aka-indulgence]

screaming dying throwing up, do you have any more dr sans and mr horruer... literally anything, i don't care, so long as it's MORE

That’s the kind of reaction I strive for :D Ogey, since you asked so nicely heheheue

CW: descriptive transformation?

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A large, creepy man walks through the dark streets of Shudrow, away from the yellow streetlamps. He stands in front of the closed window of a large manor, tinkering with the shutters. After a couple of clicks and creaks, the wooden window doors open.

He steps through, his height making it easy to enter without having to maneuver much- though with his height he needs to duck under the top of the window. He quickly shutters the window doors as soon as he enters.

no one to see.

Horruer sighs and reaches for his pocket, picking up the handkerchief that you dropped earlier. You were in such a hurry to get away from him… if he wasn’t frozen, he would’ve given it back to you.

… He brings it to his face and sniffs it.

smells like her.

After a moment of daydreaming, he puts the handkerchief back in his pocket, and gets to work. He puts down his beaker on his table and looks through his drawers…

where are my chemical salts?

He growls quietly. He brought it up to his work room last time, which is upstairs.

i need to be more careful next time. don’t need to be sneaking through houses…

He presses his skull to the door, taking care not to press the side of his exploded skull. When he hears nothing, he takes a peek.

… someone’s coming.

He closes the door, leaving a crack for him to look through, but small enough for it to be unnoticeable at night.

Faun walks through the corridor with a lamp, perhaps having a quick look around before retiring to his quarters. The red eye watches as the deer monster disappears into the living room. When he can’t hear his hooves anymore, Horruer opens the door and relocks the lab, quickly making his way to the stairs- no need to be quiet here, he just has to be quick.

The stairs bend heavily under him as he runs up the wooden stairs, every step a stomp until he arrives at the landing. Quickly, he slips into his work room.

He clunks the beaker on his desk, its strange contents sloshing. The chemical salts layed there, out in the open.

hrmp, need to be more careful next time, Horruer thinks, tapping the salts into his concoction.

He lifts it up to his lamp and swirls it until it looks just right. Then, he chugs it like a glass of spirits.

His sockets squeeze shut. It leaves a burning sensation down his throat- not unlike alcohol, and the tastes after weren’t pleasant. But the worst is yet to come.

He slams the beaker back on the table as he chokes, groans turning into yells as pain splits his skull and electrifies his every bones, from his ribcage to the edges of his phalanges. The gruesome sound of bones cracking fills his hearing as they twist and distort, shrinking, the hole in his skull fusing back together, leaving only miniscule fissure in its wake.

The screaming only stops once the transformation is over, the skeleton now a fraction of his previous size. He stabilizes himself on his desk, gripping it close to splinters. His hat falls on the ground. The skull that looks out isn’t Horruer’s.

Sans gasps, drool dripping down his chin, colors shifting in the liquid. He coughs and spits and swallows, trying to get the taste out of his mouth. His sleeves dangle under his hands, his pants now pooling on the ground; Horruer’s clothes were too big on him now. He looks almost like how he used to when he wore his father’s clothes when he was a younger skeleton.

The transformation was always the worst part. But the results were worth it.

As he regains his breath, he reaches for your handkerchief again. They were so small in Horruer’s hand before. Unfolded, it fit barely covers his palm. Now, it looked more like a proper handkerchief to him.

… His soul was racing when he turned and saw you, looking at him from below. You looked so… small. Everything looked small when he was Horruer, but… you looked more vulnerable like that. You looked so pretty. You looked scared of him. Everything in his mind went quiet- all he could see was you. He’d swallow his spit, fisting his hands, it took all the strength in him not to just lunge and grab you.

Thankfully for the both of you, you left before his restraint broke. He was so close, too.

Sans gulped, still panting.

“... that could’ve been dangerous,” he summarizes with alarm.

He has to make sure not to run into you, as Horruer. His inhibitions as Sans were close to naught when he was Horruer. He becomes more impulsive, volatile, unpredictable. He doesn’t know how he’d act if he saw you again. He knows he wants you but… he isn’t even sure what he would’ve done to you. And you’re too precious to risk it.

Sans sits heavily in his work chair and looks at your handkerchief once more.

“huff… i need… to give this back to her. maybe tomorrow.”

#Dr Sans & Mr Horruer #aka writing #takes place almost immediately after you leave #fun fact about the book: jekyll and hyde are the same mentally too ;) #ask

[bratphilia]

OMG OMG. i’d die for anything that has william feeling bad amd disgusting, a percert, but not being able to contain himself around the reader ++++ some stress relieving from her if you know what i mean ;))

note ✧.*‎ i never thought i'd ever write william as a sub but i kinda dig it??? like i've said multiple times, his big no is if you're domming him and making him call you mommy, but fuck does he love it when you're on top.

pairing ✧.*‎ steve raglan / william afton x reader

cw ✧.*‎ handjob, blowjob, dom!reader, sub!william

taglist ✧.*‎ @dilfity

synopsis ✧.*‎ your next door neighbor is stalking you, and you dig it.

creep (w. afton x reader)

william afton, or steve raglan, is stalking you. he's always been a stalker, to be honest. stalking his victims is natural; he wants to learn their routine, snuff out their patterns, their habits, so he knows when the right time is to strike. however, you're different. he's not watching you like he did the others — you're not one of his targets (well, not yet anyway) — you intrigue him.

in your backyard is a hot tub and it just so happens that your fences are built so low that he can see over yours with ease at his towering height. even more convenient, it's the summertime, meaning that hot tub gets more use around this time of year than any other season.

he spends most of his afternoons outside, mowing the lawn, tending to his garden, or barbecuing in the evening, just so that he can conveniently be outside the same time you utilize your hot tub. he wishes there was a silent way he could snap photos, but he already feels disgusting enough watching you all the time.

and that's the other thing, the guilt of it all. with his victims, he shamelessly watched them from afar, not having a care in the world — the only thing he was worried about then was getting caught. but with you, it's obviously different. she feels ashamed deep down inside. it rears its ugly head in the form of burning waves that wash over him that eventually translate into a pool of desire in his stomach. he could come in his pants just thinking about you catching him.

one evening, he hears you go outside, open the lid of the hot tub, and the ripples of water of you getting inside. lucky for him, he was watering the plants in his respective backyard before you got there, leaving him breathing room to just—

he can't help it! his height gives him the advantage of seeing over the fence. he greatly appreciates the view of you bathing, allowing him a side angle of your face and the tops of your breasts. god, he wish he thought to bring his camera with him, but this will do for now. he wants to burn this image inside his head so he can stroke himself to it later but—

you're getting out. already? already. he frowns, disappointed. he ducks his head as you walk over close to the fence to grab your towel that was laying on a bench and slip it over yourself. he pokes his head back up, hoping for a glimpse of your ass. you do something funny, though. you stop dead in your tracks and frankly, so does his heart. fuck. "mr. raglan," you say, back still turned to the fence. "why don't you come over?"

that's how it starts. he's laying on top of your bed with you laying on you sitting on your knees straddling him, his cock is in your hands. "how many times did you think about this?"

"s-so many times," he shivers at your touch. you're completely naked, having answered the door in your towel, then dropping it casually when he entered and closed the door behind him.

your thumb rubs over his tip. "you'd think any normal person would have just started with a 'hi, how's it going?' but you're not a normal person, are you, mr. raglan?"

he bites his lip to stifle a groan, but it only works about halfway. "n-not at all."

he doesn't know what he's saying and you grin at that. too easy. you pump him up and down and his hips buck at your touch. poor thing, you think. he's trying to muffle his noises but you stopm your movements and tell him, "i wanna hear all your pretty noises. want to hear how good it feels, 'kay?"

steve nods, eyes still fluttering open and closed. as you stroke him his groaning becomes more apparent. louder. and it's absolutely delicious. you move your hand faster just to elicit more noises from him and he gives them to you easily.

before he comes, and you can tell he's close because he's practically mewling, you put your mouth his cock and lick. immediately a hand snakes down to grasp desperately at your hair and you welcome it, but don't let it guide your movements. you suction his dick in your mouth and hollow out your cheeks, looking up at him with doe eyes and only encourages his impending orgasm and—

hot spurts of his ejaculate shoot into your mouth. you keep sucking him until he's done shooting into your mouth, but prolong your mouth's stay there to slowly tease his tip with your tongue, making him grunt at the overstimulation, before pulling off. "my turn."

#asks #fnaf #fnaf x reader #five nights at freddy's #fnaf smut #william afton #steve raglan #william afton x reader #william afton smut #trying out a new format lmk what yall think

[scholastic-dragon]

*deep inhale*

hAPPY BIRTHDAYYY 💃💃💃

Girl. Can I PLEASE request noisy, bottom!Leo x f!reader???? COULD YOU IMAGINE—

You're riding him, hearing him biting back groans and moans as he grips your hips and you breathlessly say "wanna hear you Leo, let me hear you, please?"

And like he's already a mess, but you asking that just undoes him. He's so loud, moaning out melodies of curses and your name. It's so hot, especially considering yk, Leo's usually quiet and stoic. Watching him fall apart under you is so incredible honestly you don't last long after that 🤭🤭🤭

BITCH THIS IS MY NEW ROMAN EMPIRE

HOLY SHIT

Bay!Leo x Fem!reader

Mr Honor Boy

Warnings: NSFW - MINORS DNI - leo and y/n are over 18 don't be weird - p in v - porn star moans - spelling mistakes

It was a long day, no a long week at that, or maybe even stretching to a month.

You could see the stress creasing his brow, his heavy shoulders and steps when you went to visit.

You tried to help him, but leo was far too deep in his mind. Berating himself for mistakes and slip ups during patrol.

At the end of the month, you invited him over and he, albeit reluctantly, agreed.

You cooked a hot filling meal, noting how he savored every bite of both plates he had.

Putting the plates in the sink, you saw him closing his eyes and rolling out his shoulders.

"Do you want a massage?" You ask, coming to stand in between his knees. His blue eyes screamed yes, but he didn't want to be a burden. You saw the fight in his eyes.

"Here, let me," You say, not allowing him to refuse. Leaning over him, you remove the straps on his arms and hands, massaging the rough skin as you go.

He bites back a moan as your thumbs dig into his palms. You go up his muscular arms, pressing soft kisses to the skin as you go, until you reach his shoulders.

You straddle his lap, his big hands go right to your hips, holding you close. His eyes are glossy and earnest as your rub the knots out of his shoulders.

Soft grunts and moans leave his mouth, and soon its hard to think of anything other than the poking of his hard cock on your clothed crotch.

His hands massage your hips softly, gripping the fabric of your sweatpants. "Baby..." He moans, his voice a mere whisper.

"Yeah?" You lean in, ghosting your lips over his. "You need something?"

"You," He leans in, the softest and delicate of kisses on your lips.

Raising up, your hands tug at your sweatpants and underwear and throw them onto the floor. He undoes his and pulls them and his underwear down to pool at his ankles.

His cock is hard and aching, it makes you wetter than before.

Leaving your crop top on, you settle over his lap again, leaning in and kissing him softly. You press down on him, trapping his cock between his plastron and your wet lips.

Slowly, you rock back and forth, spreading your wetness on him. He moans again, hands gripping your hips and massaging your ass.

"Please, baby," He begs.

Placing your hands on his beefy shoulders, you raise up and position him at your entrance. Then you rock back, taking your time as you sink down on him.

His head flies back, eyes snapping shut, his plush bottom lip caught between his teeth.

"That feel good?" You pant, resuming your massage on his shoulders.

He moans, panting heavily. After a few moments you sit back and take all of him in, your bodies flush together.

"Mmmm~" Leo mumbles, holding his breath.

"What was that, baby?"

"Move, please~" He moans, eyes still shut.

Smiling to yourself, you rock back and forth over his thick cock, moaning at the feeli.g of him dragging back and forth through your sensitive walls.

Your knees dig into the plush cushion of the couch, your hands gripping his thick body as you use him to your hearts content.

Leaning in, you litter his neck with sloppy wet kisses. He moans again, long and broken, his hands gripping your ass hard.

Gods, you get wetter and wetter with every moan he makes.

You lick up his neck, then whisper. "Wanna hear you leo, let me hear you, please?"

His blue eyes fly open, searching your face. You nod.

His mouth opens and the longest, loudest moan comes out. He's pants and grunting as you ride him harder. Now using his shoulders to bounce on him.

The couch smacks against the wall behind you, but you wouldn't trade it for anything. Especially if he keeps moaning like that.

There are tears in Leo's eyes, his full trust and pleasure in your hands. No longer worried about his family or responsibilities. Just you and him and the orgasms building between you two.

"I'm- I'm gonna cum," He moans. You nod, moving faster on him.

His face contorts, a beautiful image as he give one last hard moan and grips your ass so tight it will leave bruises. His body shakes, His hips rolling up to yours.

His display of outright pleasure sends you over the edge, gripping and gushing around him, making him whimper.

You both sit there, panting in each other's arms. Leaning forward you kiss his lips, enjoying the guttural sigh that escapes them.

"Feeling better?" You ask, rubbing at his arms.

He smirks, a sparkle in his eyes. "Were the moans not proof enough?"

There's your Leo.

Tags: @thelaundrybitch @leosgirl82 @eveandtheturtles @sketch-mer-6195 @happymoonangel @raphsmuneca @turtle-babe83 @miss-andromeda

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[sirthisisa-wendys]

I’ve been away from tumblr for 3 days and first thing I saw when I got back was Part 7!!! Holysmokes that was so damn moving. I am not sure if I will ever move on tho this series especially Ran’s part like damn its depressing but I want more. You da best!!!

Hand Her Over (Part 8): Ran Haitani x Fem!Reader

wc: 1.7k

tw: NSFW

This is the final part of Hand Her Over Set 1!

masterlist

Hand Her Over Megapost

"Look, Ran!"

Ran glances over his newspaper and spots you at the pool, wiggling out of your coverup. You're pointing at the sky, and just overhead, a plane soars by - not a commercial flight, but a private flight - and you stare at the scene in awe.

"It's beautiful," Ran replies, though he doesn't think there's anything more beautiful than the woman in front of him.

A vacation. That's all you needed.

The escape you both desperately needed was perfect, and you were finally starting to feel like yourself again. He'd gotten a few words out of you, but they were few and far between. You're still staring up, smiling widely, and enjoying the breeze.

This is the woman he married. This is the version of you he adores the most. Once the plane has steered out of view, you proceed to dip into the pool, sighing as your skin cools off. "Is it cool enough for you, baby?"

"Yeah," you reply, your face bright. Ran chuckles and leans back in his chair. Just as he readjusts the newspaper, the butler emerges from the villa.

"Mr. Haitani," the man begins, setting a sheet of paper on the table beside him. "Today's excursions." Ran peruses the list carefully.

"Baby," Ran calls out, and you perk up in the pool. "Would you want to go out on the yacht today?"

Ran can't help himself. He's handsy, he's touchy, especially when you look this good. "Ran," you giggle between his kisses, holding your sunhat for dear life. Ran's face is pressed against your neck, his lips kissing your warm skin. The boat is going fast, but a pleasure cruise for two is just that. A pleasure cruise.

"Hold on, let me see something," he murmurs, tugging at your bikini straps. The captain can't see or hear either of you as the boat skims the waters, which is good for him, Ran thinks. Your bikini top comes off, and Ran snatches the item before you can grab it out of modesty.

"Ran!" He tosses the thing aside and smirks, watching your eyes shut tight. Your nipples instantly harden in the chilly breeze, and Ran ghosts his mouth over one of them. You grab his shirt in both hands before straddling him, and Ran lets out a soft groan as you settle over his hard cock.

"You're fucking gorgeous," he mutters, but you don't reply. You just bunch his linen shirt in your hands again. "I hope your husband won't mind, Mrs. Haitani." The joke is promptly lost on his tongue as he sucks one of your nipples, flicking his tongue over the sensitive flesh before kneading it with his free hand. The other hand cups your back, bringing you even closer to him.

Ran continues to suck gently on your breasts, freeing one up just to move to the other. He does this for a while, gauging your comfort with the motions as you rock back and forth on his dick.

"Ran..." The soft pant comes not too long after, and Ran stops, lifting his head to look at you. He knows he looks deeply enamored with you; he can see it in your eyes. And it's true.

"Tell me what you need," Ran murmurs, running his hands over your back. "Tell me, baby."

"I need you." Your voice is barely above a whisper, but he hears what he needs to. He stands up with you in his lap, pressing your half-naked form against his chest and walking into the yacht.

"Don't disturb us," Ran calls out as he passes the captain. He misses the knowing nod and the precise placement of the captain's earbuds as Ran descends into the lower deck while whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

"You need me, hm?" You nod slowly, and Ran spreads you across the bed before taking your sun hat into his hands. He places it on the ground and steps over it carefully as he leans into the comfortable mattress. "How bad?"

"Really bad," you pout, scrunching up your eyebrows. Oh, it's bad. You only make that face when you've been waiting for something for a long time.

"Show me." You lean up and shift your bikini bottoms off, tossing them aside like your bikini top was. The hum of the motor drowns out any noise it could have made, and Ran feels his eyes tunnel vision on your figure. You lean back down and place a hand over your cunt, stroking it slowly.

He's content to watch the display, but when your fingers move toward your clit, Ran feels his self-control slip a little. His hand darts out to lift one of your legs, and you stop, but Ran blinks, shaking himself back into reality.

"Keep going."

You smile a little, then rub your clit faster, all while staring into Ran's eyes. Ran looks down at your cunt, and he clicks his tongue.

"Not like the girls in the porn movies do it," he chastises you, shaking his head. "I want you to touch yourself as if I weren't here." Your hands stop. "I know that's not how you do it."

Your fingers reduce from four to two, and you rest your clit right between them. Ran's mouth waters immeasurably. Your pussy clenches around nothing as you move your fingers up, down, left, right... It's damn near chaos, but Ran's fully immersed in the show. Your other hand reaches up to grab your nipple, and you tug it roughly, gasping for air as you close your eyes and lean back.

"This isn't for me," Ran reminds you, still holding your other leg. "I want you to cum for you." Ran would give his left nut to be inside you right now, but watching you touch yourself... showing him how you want to be pleasured... that's all he can think about. You cry out sharply, arching your back off the bed as your mouth opens in a silent cry of bliss. Words erupt moments later; a mixture of "Oh, fuck" and "Oh, my god" and "Shit, shit, shit" rushing out rapidly.

Ran strokes your legs lovingly, kissing your ankle, your calf, your thigh, and back up again as you shudder, still rubbing your clit and plucking your nipple. The aftershocks of the orgasm turn into another one, and Ran is nearly moved to silence and stillness as you work yourself up to another orgasm without his prompting.

His dick twitches angrily, seemingly out of frustration, but he ignores it as a bead of cum leaks out of your cunt. He wants to touch it; he wants to feel the silky liquid against his fingers. But you have to come down from your high first.

You take little breaths in, and you look around as if in a daze. Before you can utter a word, Ran kisses you, slipping his tongue between your lips and claiming you. "You're so captivating." You moan as he pulls back, stroking your cheek with care. "Can I--"

"Yes," you hiss breathlessly. "Please."

"You don't even know what I'm going to ask," Ran replies, and you laugh. "Can I eat you out for a minute?" You nod, and Ran removes his shirt before laying between your propped-up legs. Your hands smooth over his arms and back as his tongue presses against your pussy and licks slowly.

Ran swears he's gone to heaven when he tastes your cum. All he can think is "more, more," and his tongue seeks it out eagerly. The noises you make are perfect indicators of potential success. His fingers come up and around your thigh to rub your clit just like you showed him, and you jerk, going silent as he tries to duplicate the motions.

Ran opens his eyes to ensure you're enjoying yourself and sees your chest rising and falling rapidly, your hands knotting in the sheets, and your eyes squeezed shut. "Oh, my god, Ran..."

He hums against your cunt in delight, savoring each second you allow him to have with your cunt. He's never thought of cunnilingus as an art, but now... he's certain. And he commits himself to getting very, very good at it. Soon, you wouldn't be able to satisfy yourself with your fingers -- and you'd come to him to sate your needs. Ran imagines you stumbling into his office, begging him for ten minutes just so you can get that itch scratched, cheeks flushed and eyes wild.

"Ran, I'm--" You quiver as he sucks harshly on your clit, contracting and jerking under his touch.

"I'm going to start waking you up like this," Ran huffs, giving your clit one last lick before shifting onto his knees. "I love watching your face when you cum." After shucking his pants off, Ran fists his cock, trying to ignore the beads of precum running down his fingers as you spread your legs even more.

When he enters your cunt, you both sigh in relief, and Ran feels his entire body sing at the contact. "I might not last long," he admits sheepishly.

"I want you to cum," you whisper, trailing a finger over his bottom lip. He nips at it, catching it between his teeth before letting it go and thrusting deeper. "Cum in me, Ran." Every nerve in Ran's body resonates with need, and his eyes roll back as his dick is sucked in by your greedy pussy.

You're already so wet that it's easy for him to bottom out, and Ran grips the bedsheets beside your head while leaning down. "You're going to be the death of me, y/n." You claw your fingernails down his back, and Ran erupts in a roar of bliss, nearing his long-awaited climax.

"Baby... baby... baby..." He blacks out right as his orgasm begins, and while his biological response takes over, his mind swims endlessly. He can't tell where he ends and you begin, but it doesn't matter. You're his, and he's yours.

"I love you," he chokes out, heaving for air. "Holy fuck, I love you so much."

"I know," you purr beneath him, stroking his neck as he collapses on top of you and cradles you against him. His dick throbs as he rests between your legs, and his thoughts peter out as he holds you tight. "I love you, too."

"I'm not letting you go ever again." Ran's last words hang in the air. "Never letting you go."

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers smut #ran haitani #ran haitani x reader #ran haitani smut

[theincognitomoth]

Sweeter than Custard

Mr. Wolf x female reader

Rating: +18

Word count: 7.4k

Summary: “I meant what I said last night, Moe,” you said. “And I don’t want to pretend it didn’t happen. So don’t… don’t pretend it didn’t.”

Water drops falling from your face into the metal of the sink never echoed so loud, other than that, your heart beating on your ears was the only sound in the apartament. Your guts twisted.

“Please say something.” you said.

“You were very drunk.” Wolf finally spoke. “I… tried not to think much about it. I didn’t know if you would even remember last night, much less that you really meant any of that.”

“I did.”

During a party late at night, you get drunk out of your good senses and let your feelings for your friend slip. The next morning you can't tell what haunts you more; Your words or your actions.

Warnings: smut - vulgar language - friends to lovers - drinking - pra!se k!nk - reader is a bit bit of a pillow princess but only because Wolf is a service top - no Y/N - I swear, the summary is the angstiest part in the entire fic.

 

The ‘too soft to sleep in’ couch swallowed your overheated body cocooned in a furry blanket. Awake for some time now, you knew pain awaited the moment you opened your eyes, lovely Mr. Sun outside, in all its glorious morning shine, would blind you and enable the sledgehammer banging your skull to keep going at full strength.

Stupid, foolish, horny little you. A conscious person would’ve quit after the fifth drink, but no, not you, you kept going, the strawberry mojito cold sourness overpowered your exhausted resilience. If only your problems resumed to the hangover. A liver failure perished in comparison to the hot shame crawling its way over your twisted guts as the blurred memories gained focus.

“Shit…” You pressed your palms against your eyes.

Wolf was right, hangover and regret don’t go well together.

Last night was supposed to be harmless fun. After a particular rough work month, Diane decided to treat you and the guys to a private party. She reserved the top of the fancy condominium you all had the privilege to live in - perks of working and being friends with the governor, the budget was anything but tight - Chilly night, open sky dotted with fainted stars by the city lights, and a crystalline pool smelling of chlorine. Colorful lights and two dozen silver balloons scattered completed the scenery. Diane filled the place with snacks and drinks, and you couldn’t keep your hands off the custard tarts, sitting in one of the floral sofas by the covered bar area, you devoured the sweets. Uncovering criminal masterminds from the city alongside Diane’s re-election campaign drained pleasure out of your life, you needed and deserved to indulge a little.

 Chatter, dance, and music at the right volume to avoid noise complaints. Harmless fun. The problem began when Diane, bless her unknowing soul, pointed out the sheer variety of alcoholic beverages up for grabs in the open, do it yourself, bar. Chances of avoiding a fine due to loudness flew out the loft alongside Piranha’s pants. Property damage would weigh on his and Miss Governor's wallet, for as it turns out, drunk Diane much enjoyed wrestling, and Piranha jumped at the opportunity to go crazy. She poked his eyes and he bit her tail, whoever lost the round that no one bothered to judge took a shot of rum with orange soda, ending with the two passed out on the floor. Snake stayed with Wolf at the bar, drinking and talking like civilized people, but forgot the calmness when Shark took hundreds of push-pops to the pool with him. Snake threw himself in the water without much thought, ‘I’m a quarter river snake!’ he said, and came back five minutes later with no push-pop, but poor Weebs, who in her drunken state cannonballed the 8 feet deep pool. She was saved, but her laptop passed to a better place. After that you guys played impressions, and if not for Shark's impeccable acting skills, Wolf would’ve won with his unhinged Professor Marmalade act as he screamed the meteor was a heart and not a goddamn buttcrack. Shark passed out in the pool, Snake and Weebs called it a night soon after. You almost followed suit, trying to be a responsible drinker to avoid a next day death wish, but everytime you glanced at the strawberry mojitos, your hand moved on its own and before you knew it, you had downed two more.

Now there you were, the once cold glass turned lukewarm and unable to stand still as the world spinned. You pushed yourself from the bar’s stool and your brain almost fell out, blurry vision trying to make out the exit to either pass out in the elevator or in your home’s living room carpet. You hoped, not wanting to come up with an excuse as to why a neighbor's kid found a woman in the elevator, smelling of alcohol and surrounded by puke. But your traitorous eyes refused to find the door; instead they found a lone gray figure, leaned on a sofa five feet away from you and going through pictures with a smile. Your heavy feet marched towards him on their own, pulled like a magnet with disregard for furniture on the way - you stumbled and knocked chairs down - and for your body -tripping and falling on said furniture - At the end of your painstaken journey with one scraped knee and a broken nail, Wolf looked at you with amusement.

“Wolfie!” You threw yourself by his side with a giggle, the man letting out a ‘hmph!’ as your head hit his chest. “Hi.”

His arm weighted comfortably on your shoulder.

“Hi to you too,” he said. “Someone clearly had fun.”

“Yeah, I ate all the custard tarts.” The creamy sweetness still lingered on the back of your throat, even after the mojitos. “But I wanted more, they’re gone so fast. I blinked and puff! No more custard tarts! Gone… I wanted more.”

His large clawed hand reached for your face, wiping the hair away from it and showing custard cream in his fingertips, you wanted to lick it off to savor the godsend taste one more time, like an sweethoot addict, but Wolf whipped the cream away before you could.

“Tragedy of life, you don’t always get what you want.” Wolf pointed his head at the bar. “So you drank your sorrows away?” 

“Yeah… like…” You counted on your fingers. “Probably more than six strawberry mojitos. I lost count.”

On the small round table in front of the sofa sat a half filled glass of said drink, ice already melted and probably tasting more of water and rum than strawberry. Who knows whose mouth was in that glass. 

Before your half asleep brain stopped your hand, you downed the drink. Your nose scrunched, tasted as shitty as you thought.

“Hey, that was”- Wolf said, looking at you and at the empty glass. “... Nevermind.” “Strawberry tastes good.”

“Sure does.”

“Custard tarts are better though.”

You glanced over to his hand, leaning further on his chest to see what he held, his heartbeat quick and short over the white cotton shirt.

“What’s that?”

Wolf’s chuckle reverberated through his chest, the hairs in your neck rising with the motion.

“Tonight’s highlights.”

He flashed the polaroid pictures to you like a deck of cards, forever immortalized in them were Diane’s and Piranha wrestling match, Weebs ruling the dance floor with her tarantula exclusive moves while Shark did the vogue on the background, and Snake pulling the most random drinks from the bar and mixing them with a professional bartender’s confidence. The last picture was of you, pouting at the empty tart’s plate while Wolf smiled like a bastard and the last one to the camera.

You gasped, hitting him lightly in the chest. The utter betrayal!

“You jerk. Evil, evil jerk,” you said.

“C’mon, I only took one! The other twenty four were all you.”

“Hmm… fine. I guess it’s fair.” You said, but the pain of letting one single sweet sleep away lingered. “Are you putting those on the fridge?”

“Only the least comprasing ones. Don’t want police or news barging into my place and finding out dear governor over there passed out drunk in orange soda.” Wolf put the pictures in his coat pocket. “The others are going in the bedroom drawer.”

“Ah, blackmail material.” You smiled.

Wolf placed one hand over his chest and looked down at you with believable offense.

“Now, that wouldn't be very nice of me, would it?” He opened that grin that made your legs weak. Changed for the better or not, the ‘bastard grin’ always suited him. “If these things end up in a golden frame, and, by complete chance, annoy the living hell out of the guys, it will be a complete accident.”

Face buried in the fluff of his neck, you laughed amidst a hiccup.

“You’re so mean,” you said.

In this position, you could smell the subtle cologne on his fur, it was like a walk in a pine forest after rain mixed with rum. You felt it before, burned into your mind from the first time you met, a reminder from everytime you sat close to each other and he leaned in to whisper a witty remark about the current situation, or when he asked you to dance, held you close, and the pressure of his hands lingered on your waist after they left, as much as you wished they stayed longer. Pine grew to be one of your favorite smells. Before you knew it, your tights squeezed against each other.

 The softness brushed your cheek, an invitation to lay on it. Any other day, a sober day, you would've slapped yourself for the pathetic neediness. Wolf was your friend, even if he set your body ablaze with just a look, you would like to keep him as your dear friend. Any sober day you would pull away and ignore the heat forming in your core before it rose to your brain and deemed it useless, freeing you to make stupid decisions… Today was no sober day, and the mojitos in your bloodstream were highly flammable.

You caved and laid in fur silkier than expensive bed sheets, more comfortable than your own bed, even with his neck and shoulder tensed up. Your clenched hand on his chest felt his heartbeat stop for a second and come back faster than you could count. Wolf squeezed your arm, tail wagging against the sofa cushions with muffed thuds.

“You’re fluffy.” You snuggled further into him. “Smells good.”

“The wonders of conditioner.”

“Hmm…”

Both your hands ran over his chest grabbing the suit’s collar, pulling closer. You moved your leg across his shut together ones. His hands firmly held your waist in place, preventing you from sinking into his lap. 

“Moe…” You moaned.

Wolf dragged a sharp breath, stern gaze on you.

“You’re drunk.”

“So are you.”

“Okay, but you’re drunker.”

You rolled your eyes, snaking your hands to tangle around his neck.

“I’m not that out of it, Wolf.”

He glanced over your shoulder, skepticism plastered on his handsome face. You followed to find the chairs, little tables and sofas you stumbled on to get to him, one of the chairs knocked over all the way to the pool. Shame heated your cheeks.

“Listen - Listen!” You ignored his smug look and pulled his neck closer to you. “Even if I was sober, I would still want to bang you.”

Wolf looked as if someone poured ice down his neck, half lidded eyes growing to the size of dessert plates, his claws dug into your waist, making your back arch.

He said your name as a warning.

“You’re my buddy,” he said. “So for your own sake, I’m asking you to stop talking.”

“But it’s true!” You giggled at the utmost unholy scenarios forming in your head. “If we go back to my place right now we can fuck in the shower.”

“Oh, okay. You’re still talking.” He shut his eyes and threw his head back on the sofa.

“No, no, I can’t sleep with wet hair. Uh… the kitchen counter then-”

“Listen to me, hang over and regret don’t go well together!”

“Oh! You could pin me against the window and when people look up-”

You fell on your butt as his hands let go of your waist to cover your mouth. Wolf didn’t look at you, and only spoke after too many seconds of silence.

“I need another drink.”

He held your shoulders and laid you on your side, face smushed on the cushion, and went straight to the bar.

“Gimme one too,” you said, leaning on your elbow to have a better look at him.

“No,” He pulled a whisky glass from the counter, filling it up with a blue drink you didn’t recognize. “Pretty sure you wouldn’t remember anything after your sixth drink, this would just be extra migraine on you.” He downed his drink in one shot, wiping his mouth with the suit sleeve. “Come on, let’s get you home.” 

Wolf came back and pulled you up by the hand. Your knees gave in the moment weight was put on them, your legs useless wet noodles. He threw one of your arms over his shoulder and one hand supported your waist.

“Nooo,” you struggled out of his grasp, almost kissing the floor before he caught you. “Take Shark first!” You pointed at poor, unmoving Shark, face first in the pool and surrounded by empty push-pops with no sign of air bubbles on the water. “He’s gonna drown!”

A smile formed on the corners of his mouth. 

“I’m sure Shark will be fine. These two on the other hand…” He gestured with his head to the floor, where Diane and Piranha laid over orange soda. “Hope her insurance covers a massage plan.”

The walk was a blur until you two reached the elevator; Wolf now and again pulled your slipping body upwards, jolting you awake. Sleep crawled into you, made your eyes sting and fill with water the longer you kept them open. You yawned and tried to focus on anything to keep you awake until Wolf got your drunk ass to the apartament, but in a dark elevator, you could either look at a panel changing numbers or him. Obvious choice, these numbers could be Calvin Klein models and you still would look at him.

He frowned at the metal door, body slouched by your weight and visible tiredness. His mouth pulled downwards, the same it did when he struggled with a harsh decision during field work, his suit was wrinkled and the first button on his shirt popped off; perhaps you pulled a little too hard on it. Ruffled up fur marked where your hands had been. Messy, tired and worried. How was it fair that he looked beautiful even with all of that?

“Wolfie…” you said. When Wolf turned his head to look at you, you booped his snout. “Hehe. I love you.”

Your knees hit the carpet floor before Wolf managed to scramble to catch you, sharp pain on the already scraped one. Who’s idea was to invent rough carpets in a world where gravity exists? Sadistic monsters! You yelped when he pulled you back up by the forearm.

“Sorry, sorry!” He said.

Something fluffy repeatedly hit the back of your legs, his tail wagging violently. Wolf let go of your waist and grabbed the thing like he meant to choke it.

 “I’m sorry.”

Between the chokehold on his tail and panic on his face, for the first time tonight, you felt as if you’d done something wrong. Your conscience woke up to kick you in the shin and curse your idiocy. You just confessed to the man you loved drunk out of your senses in an elevator, while he had to carry your sluggish body home.

The shame was enough to slightly sober you up and fight the overwhelming sleepiness. You had to salvage this in any possible way.

“I mean it, Moe.” You said. “I love you.”

The last thing you heard was the elevator beep before sleep took over.

May death take you out of pity. Let your prayers be answered and God will open the ground to swallow you whole.

 You could deal with the nausea and crippling migraines, hell, you would double the pain if it meant a distraction from sheer embarrassment. Which one was worse? Saying a drunken ‘I love you’ in the elevator without a single hint that you liked him beforehand, or  shamelessly offer to have sex when the most physicall contact you ever had was a hug?

 I love you. The words haunted you.

 I love you. I love you.

 Diane would have to excuse your absence from work, you needed a week alone to sulk, living on type water and custard tarts deliveries. Not the fancy ones, no, the cheap, factory produced tards; you didn’t deserve homemade sweets after such humiliation.

Headache took the focus away from your self pity as someone knocked on the door. If it was a complaint about yesterday's loudness, the poor soul who disturbed your misery was in for a face off with the devil.

Another fucking knock.

“Coming.” You kicked off the blanket and used the couch as support to get on your feet.

You dragged yourself across the living room, not bothering properly opening your eyes and swinging the door open.

“What?” You said, ready to bite off a head.

“Someone’s in a good mood today.”

Your eyes shot open - you held the door handle to not lose your balance.

“Wolf.”

“Yes, last time I checked.”

He stood there with a bag with green bottles and some painkiller boxes in hand. Light blue buttoned up shirt and one hand on the navy pants pocket, trademark grin spread across a clean face. He looked way too well.

“Passing by to check on everyone. You should’ve seen Diane, her fur was all sticky from the soda.” He reached on the bag and handed you a bottle and pills. “I got you some green juice, the very nasty one; good for a hangover. And some strong painkillers.”

“Oh…” Your hand robotically grabbed them. Wolf was in front of you, the man you asked to bang, offering a green juice bottle. I love you. You shoved the memory away.  “... Thanks.”

Letting go of the handle, your feet stumbled backwards, head too heavy to stay in place. Wolf’s gentle hand steadied your back and the other held your elbow.

“Easy there.” He kicked the door shut and guided you to the couch, taking the green juice and handling it uncapped with a painkiller pill. “Here, if you drink it fast it doesn’t taste as bad.”

You stared at Wolf, at the bottle, and back at him, mouth agape as if words wanted to come out. His casual smile twisted your stomach. How could he look so normal after everything you said? After what you’ve done? 

I love you.

Wolf sighed.

“Okay, that was a lie, it tastes awful anyways.”

Your chest tightened. Him not remembering  last night was impossible, being much more sober than you. Yet he acted as any other casual sunday; pretending nothing happened. You couldn’t look away, trying to see if his face gave away deeper feelings; a different twinkle in his eye, an ear twitch, anything that differentiated this Wolf from the Wolf you didn’t offer yourself to. 

His smile dropped.

“I can get you water and a salad if the juice is too disgusting,” he said.

You let out an incredulous laugh, steering your eyes away from him. Nothing. Nothing at all. Maybe he was pretending to not embarrass you to death, maybe he hoped you forgot all about it as he said you would.

Before the knot on your throat tightened, you snatched the pill and green juice, drinking more than half of it in one go, plastic bottle cracking with your grip. You pressed it to your forehead, eyes squeezed shut, and curled into yourself. You should be grateful, he got you home and pulled a blanket over you; He came to check on your pathetic state, brought medicine and healthy drinks; He did the favor of embarrassing you. Wolf did nothing but be a good friend, you were being such a baby. You should be grateful, and say thank you like a polite adult.

Say thank you, just open your mouth and thank him. Say thank you. 

I love you.

Shit, you fucked up.

Wolf’s hand touched your shoulder and you jumped. He looked at you with worry. You opened your mouth but not a beep came out. With an apologetic smile you left the couch and made your way to the kitchen sink, opening it and splashing cold water on your hot face. This was easier when alcohol blocked your basic self preservation. For so long you kept your feelings to yourself, ignored the want to hold his hand, kiss him. Keep to yourself the praises that didn’t relate to his genius planning abilities; like how beautiful he looked in a particular well-fitting disguise; how you melted when he held Mr. Cat like a precious baby, and how talking to him lightened up your day after it started with stubbing your pinky on the bedside table and a coffee stain on your outfit. All the things you lacked the guts to say and do, spilled out in one night in the worst possible way. You had to do better than this. Put on your big girl pants, face your feelings. Wolf was there, he was right there staring at you from your couch. Drunk you couldn't be braver than sober you.

You clenched the sink’s edge and took a deep breath as if it could fill you with courage instead of air.

“I meant what I said last night, Moe,” you said. “And I don’t want to pretend it didn’t happen. So don’t… don’t pretend it didn’t.”

Water drops falling from your face into the metal of the sink never echoed so loud, other than that, your heart beating on your ears was the only sound in the apartament. Your guts twisted.

“Please say something.” you said.

“You were very drunk.” Wolf finally spoke. “I… tried not to think much about it. I didn’t know if you would even remember last night, much less that you really meant any of that.”

“I did.”

You turned on the sink to face him, Wolf leaned on the back of your couch in a similar position to yours, holding onto to it, one leg crossed over the other, his bashful face made you much more relieved.

“It was one of those ‘alcohol in, truth out’ situations,” you said.

Wolf pushed himself from the couch, walking towards you, each step made your heart beat faster. You fought the heat rising to your face when he looked down to you, hot air from him warming the curve of your nose.

“How long have you…” He slid a hand down his neck. “... You know.”

“Almost two years by now.”

His ears perked up, small grim on his agape mouth.

“Two years?”

“Almost two years.”

Wolf squinted, one of his years flipped down.

“I was in jail at that time.”

“Yeah, and I missed you.” You looked down, your hands tugging your shirt suddenly very interesting. “Way more than a friend misses a friend.” 

Although you missed all of your friends in the year they’re locked up, after a phone call, the heartache subsided; you heard their voices, reassured they’d be fine, knowing you’d get to see them soon. With Wolf, all that phone calls did was remind you he wasn’t there. Simple things you paid no mind to turned melancholic; Bitter coffee without a ‘good morning’ and raised a mug while he read the journal, fishing articles about The Bad Guys to share with the crew. Going for a walk around pine trees tightened your throat, because the smell was so much like his; You only realized how affectionate he was by going touch starved for an entire year. A muffled voice over jail’s shitty phone wasn't enough.

“The day you’re released, Diane asked if I wanted to get you guys home,” you said. “But I still needed time to figure this out. And when I did I couldn’t look you in the eye without wanting to bury my head on the sidewalk.”

“Wait a second,” Wolf said, way too amused. “Is that why we didn’t see you for a month? You said your grandma needed support because her dog died.”

“I know, I lied!” You buried your face in your hands. “I’m a terrible person, my grandma doesn’t even have a dog.” You dragged your hands through your face and looked up at Wolf. “You’re not supposed to find out like this, I’m sorry, Wolf.”

“Hey, it’s fine. Don’t beat yourself over it.”

“I confessed to you in an elevator while you literally dragged my drunk butt.”

He smiled.

“It wasn’t the most embarrassing thing you did last night.”

“Oh, god.” You shrunken on yourself, hiding your face. Sadly, it didn’t make you disappear. “Kill me, have mercy and kill me right now.” You shrunk even more when Wolf laughed.

As you repeated your death wish prayers, Wolf’s hands took yours, peeling them off your face, not a glimpse of mockery on his eyes, but a look you only ever imagined he would give you.

“Did you mean to do that as well?” His big hand ghosted over your check. “It’s fine if you didn’t, I just wanna know.”

Your bones all melted, lucky you’re getting quite good at standing on weak knees. He was so close, his scent invading  your senses and messing with your brain. Body pulling into his, you hold on the sink tightened so much  you thought it was going to crack. Stupid as your actions were, the drinks did nothing but feed the already existing flame. You wanted him, craved the intentional touch that came from a place of passion instead of friendship.

You leaned into the hand on your cheek.

“Yeah,” you said.

Wolf’s cold nose brushed against the overheated skin on your face.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Letting go of the sink, you placed your hands on his chest. “I did.”

Inches apart, you closed your eyes and tilted your head.

Sparks flew when his lips touched yours. So very sweet and gentle, Wolf pulled your face closer, claws tangling with your bird’s nest of a hair. You ran your hands up the velvety shirt, his accelerated pulse not going unnoticed when you reached his ruffled neck. Your checks began to hurt and you realized you’ve been smiling through the kiss.

You panted when he let go of you; not for lack of air, but a worthless attempt from your body to cool itself down. Gushes of air couldn’t put down the blaze within you. You kissed. You kissed the man you’ve been in love with for too long, and it felt better than you could ever imagine because it was real and you didn’t sink in guilt once the pining fantasy was over. You kissed, and by the blissful way he looked at you and how his tail cut the air with the wagging, you’re safe to assume he felt the same.

“Now that the mojitos are out of the picture,” Wolf said. “How much of last night do you still mean right now?”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pink fog blurred your surroundings and your body grew too hot for your clothes. 

“All of it,” you whispered against his lips.

Wolf gripped your waist and pulled you up on the kitchen counter, legs spread to accommodate him between them, sealing his mouth to yours again. When his tongue brushed against your lips, you parteted them with pleasure; his to explore as he wished, and good grace, he did. Slow and deep, fervor followed from your tongue to your sex. Wolf squeezed your waist and you gripped the back of his shirt, back arched as well as every hair on your body.

He let go of your mouth, hot breath now on your neck, whoever, no pressure from his teeth. He stared, conflicted, you assumed by his knitted eyebrows. With a maw filled with piercing teeth, you understood why, and should be at least a little scared, yet no fear crept to you. How could it when he made you feel so secure?

 You exposed your neck to him and caressed his back. A contempt sigh brushed your skin, followed by a velvet tongue and a soft nibble.

“Moe…” you moaned, legs locked around his waist.

He hummed against you and pulled your hips closer, your body whimpered when Wolf grinded against you. You held to him as if your life depended on it, rational brain melted into aphrodisiac mush as one single thought remained: Fuck me.

“Fuck…” You squeezed him between your legs.

“That’s the idea,” His hand slid up your shirt.

And that’s when you remembered. You’re on the kitchen counter.

“Wait, wait-” you said. His hand froze in place and you catched half lidded eyes growing three times in size. “My bedroom.”

Any pity you might have felt for scaring the hornyness out of him fell in its face when he gave you the bastard grin.

“Ah,” Wolf tapped the corner of his mouth. “You know, I recall someone saying I could do her anywhere.”

Ice water poured over the fire in your loins.

“Oh no.” You groaned into your hands.

“In the shower, the kitchen counter-”

“Stop Talking.”

“Even against the window. That was a surprising one.”

“Shut up, shut up! It wasn’t me talking, it was the mojitos.”

“Allow me to paraphrase then.” Wolf took your hands off his face, and you never wanted to smack him more than now. “It was one of those ‘alcohol in, truth out situations’.”

If you weren’t head over hills for the asshole, you'd put back your hills to kick him out in a literal, painful sense. Since that wasn’t a viable option, you put on your best displeased face and stare him dead in the eye.

“Keep talking and I will blue ball you.”

His smile dropped.

“So is your bedroom the door to the left?”

Wolf had his hand on the small of your back, soft kisses on your shoulders and neck during the short hallway walk kept your insides fuzzy. You opened the door to the white bedroom, noon sun filtered by the semi sheer curtains in your favorite color, matching the still tidy queen sized bed sheets. Presentable enough, even if Wolf knew how much of a mess you could make, a wrinkled bed and clothes scattered on the floor didn’t set the best romantic mood. 

You sat on your bed with a bounce, hands stretched for Wolf. He sunk into you, deep kiss and fingers on your hair, he laid you on the pillows, pulling one strand out of your face.

“Aren’t you pretty?” he said, gazing at your mascara stained face and possibly blood shot eyes.

“You’re one to talk.” 

Wolf quirked his head.

“Am I now?” he said, amused.

“Don’t pretend you don’t know how hot you are.”

“Can you believe that I don’t? Mind telling me?” You rolled your eyes with a chuckle. Oh the dangers of stroking this man’s inflated ego. You supported yourself on your elbows and cleaned your throat, one dramatic hand over your chest.

“Mr. Wolf, you’re painfully handsome, hotter than the sun, and I could stare at you for longer than any pretentious art piece.” You smiled, proud of your little act. “Happy?”

You expected a chuckle, a playfully annoyed look, but your heart fluttered with the genuine delight in his face. Oh, he liked that. Good to know.

Wolf shook his head, snapping out of the awestruck look.

“Yeah, that was…” he said. “Good enough description, nice delivery. Gonna take it.”

Your hands held each side of his face, thumb stroking it gently. How could he look more bashful now then when you flirted with him? 

“You are really handsome, you know.”

He leaned in your palms, snuggling in them, you were sure he was going to melt in your hands. 

“My pretty girl.” He kissed your wrist.

‘My’, your head became light. ‘My’, he said.

He kissed you with fervor, hand roaming from your lower leg to your tight, and up the naked skin under your shirt, tickling your stomach. He slowed down at the curve of your waist, the oh so light claws against it sending goosebumps up and down your torso, shirt lifted along the way. Waltzing to your back, he did  quick work unclasping your bra, tension leaving your shoulders and overnight restrained breasts. You lifted your arms as he took off your shirt and bra together and tossed them away. You held your breath as he stared at your chest; shameless, Wolf gave your right breast a soft squeeze. You gasped, face much ablaze in a mixture of excitement and embarrassment. Your heartbeat shook you from head to toe, and Wolf’s hand on your chest might just feel it; hell he might just hear it, so dramatically loud.

He lowered his muzzle to the top of your head to place a kiss, his covered chest in reachable distance, the pretty fancy shirt blocked the view. You opened the buttons and ran your hand through the light cream fur, never getting tired of how silky he was. Wolf’s shirt soon joined yours in a forgotten corner, you now free to devour him with your eyes, taking in the curves from his lean muscles and hints of ochre mixed with the warm gray of his fur. Where your hands had been left ruffled up marks; you itched to do so in all visible places, ruffle every little hair, front and back, a reminder of where he let you touch him.

He squeezed your breasts, thumbs rolling over your nipples;  you pulled his chest fur, a breathy moan on the back of your throat escaping when his wet tongue touched the sensitive bud, circling around it before taking into his mouth. 

“Oh, fuck…” You squeezed his shoulders, grip tightened when Wolf hummed around you.

His hand massaged and sparsely pinched your other breast. Uneven breath, you tried to control yourself, nails digging a little too hard on his shoulder - You didn’t want to claw him, not when he’d been so careful with you, but oh, how hard it was to control your squirming body, needy for more and unable to steady itself. 

Wolf let go of your breasts. You contained a pitiful whine and he chuckled at your pout.

“Like that, sweetheart?” 

Your heart leaped. ‘Sweetheart’.

“Yeah, you did so well ” you praised, receiving a similar delighted look on his face. “Felt really good.”

Fur on his cheeks ruffled up, he tugged at your pants waistband, sliding it down your hip bone.

“Gonna make you feel even better, pretty girl.”

Your hips jolted up, hot antecipation between your legs, where you wanted him in so bad, so, so ready to be fucked out of your mind. 

“Please do.”

Your pants out of the way, he traced kisses from your jaw down to your stomach; cherishing the sensation, you eagerly waited for the sound of an unbuckling belt, arousal so intense it started to turn painful. But Wolf kept kissing down, lower, lower, his lips brushing the inner of your tights. You yelped when he muzzled your clothed clit, hot air against your soaked panties. You would wind up crazy by the end of this.

“Moe, please,” you breathed out, hips bucking forward. “Please, touch me.”

“No need to ask, sweetheart.” His claws slid down your panties - you couldn't get rid of them fast enough.

You caught his mouth watering, looking at you as if your smell made him drunk.

Wolf’s tongue dragging a line along your heat, savoring your taste with licks and wet kisses. You choked into your moan, gripping his head and pulling as if his mouth could get any closer. You clenched around nothing, excruciating in your own greedy pleasure, because there was no way in the world he could put his fingers inside of you. Oh, but you’re wrong. As if he read your mind, Wolf pushed his tongue inside you, ripping a pornographic moan from your throat, as he rubbed your clit up and down. if he kept on like that, the knocks growing  tighter on your belly would come undone in his mouth. The image melted you like lava.

Still, you wanted more. It would be so easy to let yourself go, turn into a quivering mess and let him pleasure you for as long as your body would take - which wasn’t for much longer, regardless. But you craved something different; not a skilled mouth and divine fingers - him. So deep inside you, making you forget where your body ended and his started. You wanted to feel Wolf entirely, and for him to feel you as well. Him - you needed him.

Gentle and firm, you pulled his head away, maw glistened with your sinful fluids.

“You’re okay?” he said, worry in his eyes.

“Fuck me.” You sounded desperate to your own ears. His claws sunk in your tights. “I want you, Moe, I want you so bad, fuck me.”

He stared at you in awe, letting out a shaky breath. Something shifted in the air, even if for a brief moment, before Wolf got himself out of trance, you swore he stared at you like a starved predator. He stood on his knees, unbuckled belt revealing a clear voluptuous outline on his black underwear.

“No little hearts this time?” You raised a brow with a smile.

He laughed, a deeper sound than usual.

“Ditched those a while ago.”

His bothersome underwear out of the way, a red, generous erection greeted you, glistering raw shade and leaking pre cum made your mouth water and rub your tights. Wolf crowned on top of you, holding one side of your waist, light kisses scattered over your face and neck. You scratched behind his left ear, earning a contempt sigh he leaned in your hand. Hot and adorable, he felt too good to be real, as if at any moment you’d wake up with a crippling headache on the floor. Yet it was reality, yours to touch, and shamelessly feel, and it was so good; He had been so good to you, got you shivering in lust, bubbling with joy, he was such a-

Amid sweet touches, a light switched on in your head.

“Good boy,” you cooed.

Wolf went stiff. Claws tore the bed sheets - sinking in the mattress. The familiar wag of his tail brushed your lower legs.

“Fuck,” he whimpered, face hidden in your neck.

“You like that, Wolfie?” 

He nodded with a whine. A once feared wanted criminal, feared by many due to his sheer size and sharpness, heist mastermind, completely melted with praises; and yet it made so much sense, of course he would like it. You would call him adorable to his face if not for it taking a blow to his ego; Maybe another time. 

“My good boy.” You cupped his flushed face out of hiding and rubbed his cheeks. “You’re doing so well, taking such good care of me.”

His hips rolled against you with a choked groan, spams running through you like lighting.

“Look what you do to me, sweetheart.”

“Should do it more often.”

“Oh, I agree.” He repeated the motion. “Wouldn't mind squeezing it on my daily schedule.”

Your heavy eyelids shot open.

“Daily?”

“Why not?”

“Because I like walking!”

“Awn.” Wolf placed one hand over his chest. “You flatter me.”

You playfully slapped his arm, giggling together, one relaxed moment before boiling anticipation.

Wold align himself with your warmth, the simple pressure made you whimper; legs wrapping around his waist.

“Ready?”he said.

“Yes.”

 Careful and slow, he pushed in. Your wet core accommodated each inch with relative ease - blazing ache replaced by relief, the sparks from your previous edged orgasm making your toes curl and head lean back. 

“Fuck… you’re good?” Wolf panted, whole of length buried inside you.

Oh, just ‘good’ wasn’t enough, you’re fucking wonderful, fantastic, filled to the abslute brim in a way that fogged your mind.Wolf hissed when you clenched around him.

“Yeah, I’m good.” You held onto his back and pulled him for a messy kiss. “Move for me?” you said, voice covered in honey.

A handful of your tight and the other leaned on the mattress, Wolf slid himself out and sunk back in, making you see stars. Your needy sounds filling the room with each thrust on a steady pace- he reached deep inside you, fucked your sanity away so good that you didn’t miss the ability to think for a second. He squeezed the plump of your ass; sucked and nibbled wherever his mouth would reach. Pine forest cologne mixed the smell of sex in the hot bedroom.

“Fuck, Moe- that’s it. Don’t stop… Fuck …  just like this” you mewled, tension building on your muscles. “Good boy, good boy-”

His pace turned wild the moment praise left your lips. You cried in pleasure, nails digging on his back.

“Shit, sweetheart… Not going to last like this.”

Oh, yes, yes yes! Fuck, yes. You’re so cock drunk you didn’t want anything more than for him to make a mess inside of you.

His hand found your clit, circling sloppy rubs; you all but screamed, clawing his back.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Good boy, good boy- Fuck!”

Your legs squeezed and pulled him close enough to immobilize his hips, making him grind inside you. Wolf pulled one of your hands tearing at his back, tangling your fingers together, a couple more seconds of him buried inside you and more rubs on your overstimulated clit for you to roll back your eyes and come undone. It didn't take long for Wolf to follow suit, shallow grinds through your intense orgasm before thrusting deep. He reached his high with a reverberating  growl.

Through your blissed out state you tried to catch your breath, muscles shivering, Wolf’s hand clenching and unclenching yours.

Coherent thought began its way back to you, pants becoming steady breaths, legs sliding down and hands stuck in a claw position, off Wolf’s mistreated back. He winced.

“Sorry…” You said.

“It’s fine.”

With a tired smile, he pulled out of you, Softly nuzzling your cheek and kissing on the bridge of your nose. You reciprocated with a peck on his muzzle, embracing him and his warmth that covered you better than a fluffy blanket. He laid by your side and you snuggled in his chest, ear on his heartbeat. Wolf’s hands steadied your fluttery state, rubbing circles on your lower back. 

“You’re okay?” He said.

“Uhum, I’m great. Actually…” You played with his chest fur. “I might add this to my daily schedule.”

“That good, huh?”

You felt his ego inflate and take up the whole room.

“As expected from such a good boy.”

Said ego blew back on his face. He winched. 

“Yeah, about that. Let’s keep it between us, alright?”

“Relax, Moe. I won’t embarrass you in front of the others.”

He sighed.

“Thank you.”

“... Good boy.”

Wolf hissed, head buried in your hair. You failed holding back chuckles.

“Sorry, sorry.” You said, kissing his chest. “I’m sorry, I’ll stop.”

Moe snuggled his chin over your head. You closed your eyes and caved to the comfort that was him and your bed, sun warming your naked body through the curtains, outside world muted. Diane could call and say somebody stole the moon, you still would not leave this little piece of heaven. 

Your hungry stomach, however, was not Diane, and took now out of all times to complain that it only had a green juice today. 

You sat up, away Wolf’s grasp, feeling like a monster when he looked at you like a lost and kicked puppy.

“Don’t give that look.” Your shoulder blades popped with a nice stretch. “I’m just hungry.”

“Oh?” He immediately sifted to his trademark smile and sat up as well. “Let’s go out then.”

Go out? You’re planning on eating leftovers and staying in bed with him all day! Maybe gatter the willpower to clean yourself, but that was a big maybe.

“What? Right now? Moe, I’m sweaty and-” You held back before saying ‘sticky’ “- a mess.”

“Come on, we can get brunch at that bistro you like, my treat.” He put in his pants and searched for the lost shirt.

Now that he mentioned, that place had your favorite dish.

“Can we get custard tarts?”

“All the custard tarts you can eat, sweetheart.” He buttoned up his shirt, waiting for your answer.

Well, it was a better option than getting who-knows-what collecting frost in your fridge, and a shower sounded nice.

“Give me fifteen minutes.”

“It’s a date,” Wolf said, kissing your heated check. “I’ll get the wallet and wait in the car.” He opened the door, but raised his finger before walking out. “I almost forgot.” He turned on his heel and winked at you. “Love you too, pretty girl.”

Wolf left you alone. Five minutes already gone by when you stepped in the shower, because that’s how long it took you to stop gushing like a teenager.

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Break Away

" Of the trust I will betray. Give it to me, I throw it away. After everything I've done, I hate myself for what I've become. "

Summary: Jake Lockley is faced with a horrific discovery after he is discharged from the hospital; though he can't even remember why he had gotten in there in the first place.

Warning: This is a Moon Knight fanfiction inspired by comics like the Lemire and Smallwood run. Not everything in this is canon so don't get mad at me; its fucking fanfiction. There are heavy mention of implied self harm and suicide in this fanfic, mentions of DID and foul language. If you don't like it, don't read it.

There wasn't any other way to put it. Marc Spector was going to die.

Everyday there were thousands of voices shouting in his mind and no matter what he did he couldn't escape it. He carried piles of burdens on his back each day and he wasn't sure if he could take it. There was something about everything that he wanted to save himself from. The noise in his mind, the scars on his body, the constant reminder of his own sickness.

And he wasn't going to make it out alive.

He struggled to get out of the hold of about a thousand hands that tried to pull him into the dark abyss of his mind. He gasped as he found the room to breathe again, but everywhere he felt blood pooling out of fresh cuts from familiar hands.

He was surprised to hear his own voice he thought he lost a long time ago to his own cries, and he rasped, " Help... Save me... " He reached out a weak, trembling arm into the nothingness of the empty space, as if there was something to help him up. But he was alone with the weight of every piece of his broken sanity clinging to his body.

More--hundreds of rough, calloused hands crawled stealthily over his torso and over his face, preventing him from his sight, smell, hearing, and the ability to feel like there was something to be hopeful for. And then he screamed, screamed as loud as he could until his unconscious broke.

He was left screaming as he woke, his body jerking up and immediately standing to try and run away from something, though he hadn't known what he was running from.

" Ah! He's awake! " exclaimed an unfamiliar voice. Marc looked around, there was medical equipment all over a white room and there were weird wires connected to his body. There were many people in the room, people in blue and white pants and shirts and white facial masks rushing towards him. There was a woman with blonde hair that reached past her shoulders, and she had blue eyes. For some reason he thought he recognized her.

" Hey, hey, it's okay. Please lay down! " She said, eyes wide with surprise but her voice like honey and smooth like silk. Marc froze, unsure of what to do as everything seemed to scare him. The woman gently helped him back on the bed, but he seemed to show a bit of reluctantance towards wanting to get back in bed.

" You're lucky you're awake, Mr. Spector. We were worried you weren't going to wake up. " The woman said, looking at him like she had seen a ghost. Marc coughed and his face contorted in pain. He had a headache and his body felt weak. He groaned and looked at her, confused.

" Marlene? " the words just kind of fell out of his lips. he hadn't really intended to say the words but he did and the woman seemed really confused. Her eye brows furrowed.

" Marlene? Who's Marlene? " The doctor asked, concerned. Marc couldn't remember, the name just kinda slipped for some reason. He looked around. Everything was so bright and--who was that man? the tall man in the white suit with the weird looking skull?

" Marc... why'd you do it? " a voice called out, sounding like it was right in his ear. His head snapped around from one direction to another, looking for whoever the voice belonged to.

" Marc how do you feel? " A male voice asked from beside him. Then he suddenly remembered a funny thing; being strapped down and surrounded by doctors and pain overtaking his being. Suddenly Marc felt scared and his surroundings felt like they were blurring.

" Looks like he's delirious again. " he could barely hear someone say before his entire world faded out again.

Once again, he was alone. Surrounded by darkness and the best parts of his mind, the ones that hurt the most. Voices ringing in his ears, shouting and making everything dizzy. But he could see everything, the lies and the truths. He was awake. His mind was open.

" Marc. I don't understand your motives. How come you don't appreciate me after all I've done for you? " He recognized that voice.

" All you've done for me is hurt me and all I've ever done for you was give you my undivided devotion, but you took it and tossed it like it meant nothing to you. Nothing I ever do is enough for you, you're never happy-- "

" Remind me again the reason you're alive, Spector. "

And just like that he felt like he was suffocating again, being consumed by his own mind. He had been dragged down to his lowest repeatedly and now all that was left were the broken pieces of his mind. broken... just like that funny man in the white suit used to always call him. And so broken he was, all used up and abused, tossed to the side after his user decided he didn't want him anymore. His mind was like a broken mirror, but you know what they about broken mirrors. When you break a mirror you only create smaller mirrors.

" Uh... dude? Dude, this is my stop. Dude we just passed my stop... can you like... i don't know--go back? " Jake heard his passenger say. Jake could barely hear him over uh-- who was that again--Ah yes, Into The Void by Nine Inch Nails playing on his radio. He was never really fond for heavier music.

" Dude... my stop. " his passenger said again, his thick bows knitting together as he looked at Jake with his jaw hanging open a bit. Jake finally snapped out of his trance, looking at the 18 year old blonde man who--kind of remined him of Kurt Cobain, was looking very bored. Or maybe he was upset, how could Jake know it's not like he...

" Missed my stop, dude. " He said, his left eye squinting kinda as his right brow raised. Jake jumped a little when he came to the realization and immediately started apologizing.

" Oh! I'm so sorry! I just... this song. " He chuckled, whistling along to the tune and shaking his shoulders a bit as he made a u-turn all the way back to the other direction. His passengers eyes blinked a couple times before he turned to look out the window, letting out a soft, " the fuck? " in his bored, fruity voice.

" Is this one it? " Jake asked, pulling over to the curb next to a Café. The passenger grumbled.

" No, but you can let me out here. " He said, giving Jake an odd look before opening the door and walking away.

" Fuckin' tweaker. " the passenger muttered as he walked the other direction.

Jake sat back for a moment, humming to the song on the radio and patting his thighs to the beat. Man, he had been feeling really weird after he was discharged from the hospital. Why was hs ever there in the first place?

He was sure it wasn't serious. Hs kicked his seat back and reached into his car door for his mints... but where were they? He rummaged through, and just as soon as he thought he felt their small, hard round case he felt something rectangular and large. That was weird, there wasn't anything else in his car door other than his mints and a couple cd cases so--

Jake pulled the unfamiliar item out of his door and was met with a large brown pocket knife. He opened it but immediately regretted his choices; the knife was stained in an odd red substance that made his heart skip a beat. Was that rust or--

" Put that away, Jake. " a familiar voice said. Jake rose his head up slowly, looking to the passenger seat and seeing a man reminiscent of himself sitting next to him.

" Marc? "

#marvel cinematic universe #marvel #marvel mcu #marvel fanfiction #mcu fanfiction #marvel comics #marc spector #moon knight #jake lockley #steven grant #marc spector fanfiction #moon knight comics #moon knight fanfic

[devilbrakers]

WIP Thursday!

was tagged by @lucien-lachance and @moonmothers to post a wip of mine and i finally have something to share jfkdslfjkdl. dmitri reawakens wip. kind of a warning for descriptions of someone dying but nothing terribly graphic, i don't think.

tagging: @numbaoneflaya @time-is-a-lake @shadowshearts @nuclearstorms @celticwoman @morvaris @mrs-theirin @druidgroves @saratrantoul @cwahsont @katsigian @swanfey and anyone else who'd like to join!

It’s cold – impossibly cold. The chamber is dark, the only thing he can make out is the crumbling brick only a couple feet from his face. The platform is harsh under his bare skin, grittier and rougher than he remembers. He shifts slightly, expecting the typical discomfort one has when moving their joints for the first time in a while but it doesn’t come. His movements are fluid and quick, much quicker than he’s used to. He almost flings himself off the platform when he rolls over. He catches himself, a hand flying out on its own volition and his palm cracks the brick of the altar he lays on. He swallows thickly, staring at the sight for a moment before he looks up. Better not to dwell on that, he thinks.

It’s too quiet for his liking. Nina should already be yelling at him, degrading him for ruining her ritual and denying her the ‘power of a god’, as she called it just hours ago. He should be dead, really, granted freedom away from this wretched place. He wanted to die but it seems the creators will not be granting that kindness today. He sits up, brushing his hands off on his pants and watching as the dust scatters. He looks up again, searching the nearby area for any sign of his sister but finds nothing besides a trail of blood smeared up the stairs and towards the path leading to their estate. Well, that can’t be anything pleasant. He slides off the altar, unbothered by the jagged pebbles digging into his bare feet as he slowly walks towards the blood. The scent of iron fills his nostrils more and more the closer he gets to it and a sense of dread settles itself deep within his chest. Surely, it’s not Nina’s blood? It seems unlikely in his mind and yet they were the only two people here so there aren’t many other logical options.

A quiet squelching sound comes as he steps in the liquid, cold and sticky underneath his feet. He shudders and side-steps away from it, walking up the stairs and following the path to the estate. The smell is overwhelming now and he has to resist the urge to gag as he plugs his nose. But he can taste it when he breathes through his mouth. He takes in a shaky breath and decides to hold it for now. His shoulders relax somewhat at the relief it provides. He continues on the path until he reaches the end, stopping under next to the sign that holds their family name.

The sight before him should bother him more than it does, it really should. And yet…

There she lays on her side while she reaches for the stairs leading up to the front door of their home. Blood pools next to her, coming out of every crevice in her head. She’s stopped moving but somehow, Dmitri can hear the quiet, shallow breathing that struggles to come out of her mouth. If she hears him approach, she either doesn’t care or no longer has the strength to move her head. He crouches down beside her, looking down at her face as blood drips out of her mouth. She glances at him and tries to say something but all that comes out is a shaky breath along with a soft rattling sound. He almost laughs at her, he wants to laugh at her but he can’t bring himself to. He says nothing as he stares at her, his expression blank. She was always pale but she’s nearly translucent now. If she were more lucid, she’d surely be throwing a fit over the blood on her skin and all over her clothing. She almost looks… guilty as her dual-colored eyes stare up at him or perhaps he’s simply deluding himself. It’s just distress from not being able to meet her goal, confusion as to why it’s her dying on the cold ground and not him. But he has little time to dwell on it because only a moment later, those eyes go blank as she lets out a final breath. Her body goes slack and he’s left by himself in the dark.

#i can't remember who writes and who doesn't so if i forgot someone i'm so sorry 😭 #anyway. i haven't written much in a while but i'm kinda proud of this >:) i think i'm improving? idk i don't hate it jfdksl #i might post the whole thing when im done if anyone would be inch rested... #my ocs #dmitri #nina

[bunnybunbun0]

i don´t know  what is this,just had an epiphany and wrote this,english is not the first language so be ready for lots of errors.

also this is smut content so be aware!

Steve would definetely call you over to his place and fuck you relentlessly on his parents queen sized bed.

It would start off innocently,it was the peak of summer in hawkins,and Steve just wanted to chill with you in the pool,but the sight of you all wet in your tiny bikini that hugged your curves so thightly,was getting a rise out of him.

It was already getting late so you decieded to stay over for the night,which wasn't a problem since you were used to that,the problem was the heat. Summer in hawkins was cruel and was not letting you sleep! Even if the only thing you were wearing to bed was a skimpy little tanktop and white cotton panties making steves blood run south  you were still very hot!

Good thing there was and air conditioner in steve's parents bed.

They were out of town as usual so it wouldn't be a problem to sneakly sleep their room, and thats exactly what you did!

The sight of you barely clothed, relishing in the divine cold breeze of the device,a sheen layer of sweat on your forehead,parted lips as you panted,well manicured hands fanning yourself,it was enough to give Steve a hard on.

It was too much and he couldnt stop himself from passionately kiss you,roaming his hands all over your body

“wait-stev-jeez what has gotten into you?”

The realization that you didnt even knew what you did to him made the bulge in his pants grow into a full erection.

“i-fuck baby,i need to take you right now”

His words went straight into your core,its fair to say that a whole day of seeing steve shirtless did things to you,but when you made a move to go back to his room, Steve just smacked his lips onto yours,at the same time,he pushed your panties to the side and roughly shoved two fingers inside of you,your loud surprised moan was quickly swalloed by him with a deep groan of his own.

His pace is fast and desperate,his mouth now sucking deep purple marks on your neck,the coil in your lower belly almost snapping,your whimpery cries getting louder and louder.

“Steve i-i”

“ I know baby,just let go,i got you”

His thumb drew quick eight figures on your sensitive and swollen clit,you cant hold anymore and cum with a scream of his name.

It was the most intense you have ever came, your vision goes blurry for a while, all you can do is moan and whimper steves name while your whole body convulses with pleasure.

“Fuck baby that was so hot”

Once you regain your strenghts and look up at him you see his arm and the sheets below you completely soaked,while your hazy mind tries to figure out what happened, Steve was pulling down his boxers.

“Think you can do that on my cock pretty girl?”

And thats the story of how you squirted all over Mr. and Mrs. Harrington fancy bed.

#steve stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x female reader smut #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington imagine

[littleashleylynn]

Humping Like Bunnies | Eddie Munson x Reader | Part 2

Humping Like Bunnies | Eddie Munson x Reader | Part 2

Pairing: Eddie x Fem!Reader

Warnings: MINORS DNI!! Porn with some plot, tons of smut, breeding kink, rough sex, oral sex, dirty talk, praise kink, dom!eddie / sub!reader, sub!eddie / dom!reader, masturbating, smutty smut smut.

Summary: Eddie describes his fantasies to you during a dirty phone call. 

READ PART 1 HERE

Laying in the darkness of his bedroom, Eddie was super relaxed. He had a blunt between his two soft pillow lips and felt very satisfied after that tasty dinner. 

At this point Uncle Wayne has already left for his late shift, leaving Eddie alone in their trailer for the night. 

Shifting in his bed trying to get comfortable, Eddie can’t seem to feel close to sleepy – even after trying to smoke from his supply, which normally does the trick. He still can’t seem to shake his dirty fantasy out of his head, so he just lies in bed super awake and super horny. The more he tries to not think about it, the more it sticks in his brain. At this point, he has built up a complete naughty scenario in his head.

He sees himself as a Rockstar – the lead singer and lead guitarist of Corroded Coffin, with full access to the Playboy Mansion. He’s wearing super low-cut leather skinny pants, a perfectly tailored silk red top with the buttons completely undone where you can see his pale slender, yet muscular frame covered in tattoos. A singular thin gold chain caressing his collarbone, hair wild, and expensive leather boots on his feet. He is surrounded by bunnies of all kinds, all in different colored bodysuits with those fluffy little tails resting perfectly on pert bottoms. Legs for days and their feet resting in black patent leather pumps. Manicured fingers start wandering his body, dragging across his soft skin. Under his shirt, playing in his hair, grazing the growing bulge in the front of his black pants. 

“Mmmm, you are just so sexy and so talented, Mr. Eddie Munson.” One of the girls coos, petting his bare chest as another two bunnies start kissing the sides of his neck softly.

“Ladies, please, just call me Eddie,” Eddie purrs with a smirk as the ladies blissfully lead him back onto a giant heart-shaped bed adorned in more red silk. “Or better yet, you can just moan ‘Eddie’ as I pleasure each and every one of you.” 

The ladies giggle as he starts to feel his tight pants loosen as they come undone and his aching cock gets some freedom. Two of the bunnies gently peel Eddie’s pants down his legs so they pool at his ankles, boot-clad feet resting on the floor. Sitting at the edge of the bed, sitting up on his elbows, Eddie watches as one of the blonde bunnies positions herself between his legs and looks up at him with bright blue doe-eyes. A brunette bunny kneels behind him, peeling his open silky shirt off his shoulders, giving him a tender massage. At least 6 more ladies are surrounding him, seductively caressing other neglected parts of his body. A redheaded bunny with the most beautiful freckles and green eyes gets a hold of one of his nipple rings between her teeth and gently tugs. Eddie breathes out a moan, and the blonde between his legs starts toying with the hardened member still encased in his tight black briefs. Eddie sees his own chest rising and falling in front of his eyes as his breathing hitches momentarily when she releases his dripping cock from its confines.

“Before you can pleasure us, Eddie, let us take really good care of you.” The blonde purrs, beginning to stroke up and down his shaft, slick with precum. She leans in to give kitten licks to his sack, nestled in thick, wild pubic hair. 

“Wow, Eddie you’re so big.” Another brunette bunny moans, getting on her knees next to the blonde, who is now licking a stripe up from his balls to his pink tip, collecting precum on her tongue. Eddie lets out another breathy moan.

“You want a taste?” The blonde purrs to the brunette, then suddenly they are softly kissing each other between his legs. Precum mixes with both of their saliva on their cherry lips as the ladies moan into the heated kiss.

“Jesus fucking Christ” Eddie growls.

Flash back to reality and Eddie is now flipped onto his stomach in the bed, thrusting his hardened member into the mattress below him. His blunt rests in the nearby ashtray as he now pushes his face into his pillow, practically drooling.

“You pretty ladies want my big fat cock in your sweet pussies?” Eddie moans aloud into the pillow, rolling his hips into the stained fabric. “Line up and all of you can take turns on this ride.”

He snaps out of his trance to take a breath, raising his head off the pillow, bottom lip glossed with a drop of saliva.

“Holy shit.” Eddie breathes, wiping his drool of his pillow lips with the back of his hand. He hangs off the side of his bed to feel around in the darkness for his phone. Once he feels his fingertips finally graze familiar plastic, he grabs the phone, wrestling with the chord as he pulls it into his bed. He knows how to dial your number without looking so it’s no problem for him to click the right buttons in the dark. He holds the receiver between his ear and his shoulder as he listens to the ringing, waiting eagerly for you to answer.

Snuggled in your bed at home, you hear the phone ringing on your bedside table. You open your eyes and glance at the clock. You sigh at who in the world would be calling this late, but reluctantly slide your hand from out under the covers to grab it.

“Hello?” You answer sleepily. 

“Hey sweetheart, it’s me.” Eddie answers with velvet coating his voice.

“Eddie?” You ask rubbing your eye with your other hand, rolling yourself onto your back. “It’s like midnight, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s really wrong, per say, just I wish you were here to take care of this horrible itch I need to scratch.” He grins into the phone. You’re still half asleep, so it takes you a minute to understand that your boyfriend isn’t actually “itchy”.

“Baby, I can’t drive over there right now.” You complain, adjusting yourself to get more comfortable under your floral print covers. 

“You don’t have to come over, doll. I just wanna talk.” Eddie hums, rolling back onto his stomach, resting his free cheek against the pillow. “I am just so, so horny and I have this little fantasy I need to talk to you about.” That last part jolted you more awake.

“Oh yeah?” You whisper. You can’t resist how hot Eddie is when he’s all worked up so you decide to indulge him. “Tell me all about it, babe.” You purr.

“So earlier today, I indulged in my usual ‘me time’…” he began, playing with the phone chord, “…and I was jerkin’ it to this sexy lil bunny that reminded me a lot of you. All I can think about was the last time we fucked, princess. Your ass in the air just like hers, lips all parted and juicy. Then I had an idea, that I would just kill to see your fine self in one of those little Playboy outfits.”

“Oh, would you now?” You smile, biting your lower lip. Your sweet voice alone continued to get him all worked up and he began to hump the bed again softly.

“Yeah, sweetheart I would.” Eddie let out a breathy moan that you can totally register from your side of the phone. “I wanna play out a dream I had where I am a rockstar with a private invitation to the Playboy Mansion, and get to have playtime with all the bunnies.”

“All the bunnies, huh?” You purr back at him. “What are they doing to you in your dream, Eddie?” You inquire, rolling back onto your belly to absentmindedly and lightly kick your feet under the blankets. Hearing him horny and dirty talk to you is so addicting. You just love hearing him get lost in the moment, all hot and bothered. It makes you feel frisky yourself, all the better for when you see him next time. You can already feel a naughty ambush in the back of the school library coming tomorrow. 

“Well, I am lounging at the end of this giant, heart-shaped bed, with red silk sheets. The bunnies have their hands all over me, undressing me slowly, kissing my neck, biting my nipples…” he moans into the phone.

“I can bite your nipples for you, baby.” You growl softly. You hear Eddie let out a breathy moan at that. “What are you doing right now, Eds? Are you playing with yourself?”

“Sort of,” Eddie responds breathily, “I’m humping the shit out of my bed right now.”

You groan and lick your lips, feeling a warm jolt to your lower belly hearing him say that. You can only imagine how fucked out he looks right now, chocolate curls wild and that gorgeous cock leaking onto the bed. Urging him to talk more, you ask him more about his dream.

“So what else, big boy? Tell me more.” The nickname falls from your lips like sweet molasses. Eddie groans again at your words.

“There’s a bunny b-between my legs…” You hear his breath hitch as he continues to fuck into the mattress. “She took my pants off and starts playing with me through my underwear. She finally takes my cock out and slides my underwear down to my ankles. She begins stroking my cock, wetting it with my precum, then licks my sack…runs her tongue up to the head of my dick.”

“What else, baby?” You coo, playing with the chord of the phone, twisting it around your finger.

“…then another bunny joins her, tells me how big I am…” He begins to sound more and more out of breath.

“Oh, you are big, Eddie, such a big, big boy.” You purr, egging him on. You can feel your own arousal growing more inside you. You reach down with your free hand to your soft, covered folds and find a little wet patch on your pink cotton panties.

“And then the one who’s licking me asks the other one if she wants to taste me, then they start making out between my legs… but that’s where it ended…” Eddie breathed.

“I know what I would do if I were one of the bunnies in your sexy fantasy.” You began, breathing heavier.

“Oh yeah, princess? What would you do?”

“I would definitely be licking that big, thick cock of yours, with gentle teasing licks – just to see you get all excited.” You whispered with velvet on your tongue. “Then, I would start undressing between your legs, keeping those bunny ears and bowtie on…”

“Oh yeah?” Eddie moaned.

“Yeah baby, then I’m gonna straddle you on that bed and sink that big meaty cock of yours into my wet little pussy.” You hear Eddie groan blissfully. “And I’m gonna ride your lap, and guide your thick, guitar-playing fingers to my tight little puckered hole so you can tease me there while my sensitive little clit rubs into that bush of pubic hair you have.”

“Holy fucking shit, s-sweetheart.” Eddie moans. “Keep talking dirty like that and I’ll cum all over myself.”

“Speaking of cumming,” You began again with a smirk, “as I ride you, I’ll be moaning your name, ‘Eddie!’ I’ll scream, ‘Eddie, please cum inside me’ as all the other bunnies rub and touch your sweaty body, watching us fuck. And ill beg for you to breed me, to pump all that warm seed into my pussy.”

“Keep going, baby girl.” Eddie growls, sounding like he’s picked up the pace on his humping.

“Slapping skin together, you grab my ass, then we both moan so loud, cumming at the same time. I squeeze my inner walls around your cock, and you cum - emptying inside me. ‘Ooh Eddie!’ I’ll scream, pulling on your hair…”

“Sweetheart, I’m gonna cum…” Eddie moans. You ignore him and keep going.

“…And once you’re done with me, I put my little costume back on, keeping your cum inside me, sending me back to Hef with your seed dripping down my leg. Sending me back as a used little bunny, marked by your cum…”

“Oh, o-oh…baby…” Eddie finally came, shooting hot ropes onto the mattress and his lower belly, hips jerking as he rides out his orgasm. “Fuck, y/n.” Eddie groaned.

“How was that Eds?” You whispered, smirking. You realized you have been absentmindedly touching yourself, noticing the wet spot has grown between your thighs.

“Damn, baby.” Eddie breathed wiping his bangs sticking to his forehead. “I can’t wait to play this out for real.”

“Me neither, I really like this little fantasy of yours. You even got me pretty wet talking about it with you. Thankfully Halloween is coming up. Maybe I can find this costume in one of the shops around here, surprise you on your birthday maybe…” You purr, biting your lip.

“Fuck, that would be incredible, sweetheart. Do you need me to stay on the phone so we can get you off?”

“Thanks baby, but I think I wanna keep all my excitement pent up for when I see you tomorrow. Back of the library right?” You asked shift again in the bed to get more comfortable.

“Back of the library, princess.” Eddie smiled back, messing with the rest of his wild mane.

“Goodnight Eds, Love you.”

“Love you too, sweetheart.” Eddie hung up the phone and plopped it down on the floor on the side of his bed. The shift of his body on the bed made him realize what a sticky mess he’s made underneath himself. Eddie sighed to himself.

“Fuck, not again.”

#eddie munson #eddie my beloved #eddie x reader #eddie munson smut #stranger things smut #eddie munson fanfic #eddie st4 #stranger things

[gumnut-logic]

Sherbet (Bit 2)

Bit 1 | Bit 2

@flyboytracy​​ could I borrow your ‘young Jeff’ piccy to go with this fic? Cos it would be perfect :D Also, still your fault (and yes, I have a tag for that too :D ).

Anyways, I’ve had a bit of a crappy day, so have a short little scene I wrote at the hairdressers continuing on from the first bit. I’ll get to Parker eventually, I promise. In the meantime, soooo much fluff, so, so much fluff.

I hope you enjoy.

-o-o-o-

Jeff took the puppy to the locker room. Really, he wasn’t sure what else to do with him. Food and care was needed, but first all the dried sticky mess clogging its fur needed to  be removed.

Also, he had his own pile of grime to work with.

So, two thunderbirds, one shower.

He hadn’t planned it that way, but Sherbet would not let him put him down.

Jeff could be strong and make the decisions needed, but he’d been doing exactly that all day while wading through blood and tears.

He didn’t have the energy.

The little puppy joined him in his shower.

It did the both of them good.

And Jeff discovered that, yes, it was possible to shower with only one hand.

He did get some strange looks from his team.

Thunderbird One had made it back first like she always did and consequently both Scott and Kyrano were dressed in their casual clothes - Scott his usual preferred blue, almost the exact colour of his baldric. He rarely wore any other colour. Kyrano had his usual soft and loose off-white pants and top, complete with that embroidery around the neckline Lucy used to envy every time she saw it.

Probably one of the reasons Kyrano favoured the shirt.

Lee was as dressed in a towel as Jeff was.

Didn’t stop him staring.

“Uh, Dad, what’s with the dog?” In the shower. The smirk on his son’s face was amusement mixed with curiosity.

Kyrano arched an eyebrow and held out a gentle hand to the tiny puppy peering over Jeff’s hand.

Sherbet sniffed tentatively before licking their security specialist’s fingers.

“He wouldn’t let me put him down.” Scott opened his mouth but Jeff cut him off. “Reminds me of a toddler I once knew.”

Scott’s eyes narrowed. “Dirty pool, Dad.”

“We are not on duty at this very moment, so I claim parental torture rights.”

His son rolled his eyes and despite his own weariness, Jeff found himself grinning.

Children were ever a source of amusement.

Kyrano’s voice was inquisitive and as smooth as silk as always. “Do you have a name, Mr Tracy?”

No question of why or if Sherbet was a new member of the family. Just simple acceptance.

No doubt the man would defend the dog with his life now.

“Sherbet. Found him drenched in the stuff.”

Scott was back to staring at the dog. “No owners?”

“Val’s enquiring.”

“You thinking of keeping him?”

Jeff found he was unconsciously scratching Sherbet under the chin. “Maybe.” A pause. “We’ll see.”

“Allie will love him.”

“Of that I have no doubt. Kyrano, could you take him a moment. Showering one handed is one thing, dressing is an entirely different challenge.”

“Of course, Mr Tracy.” He held out his hands.

Jeff awkwardly managed to keep his towel in place and not drop the puppy.

Sherbet squirmed and wriggled, obviously unhappy to be parted from his saviour. “It’s okay, little one, Kyrano is good man, you can trust him.”

“Thank you, Mr Tracy.”

“It’s the truth. C’mon, little one, you have to let me put some clothes on.” He blinked. “Definitely like a toddler I once knew.”

Scott glared at him.

But he finally managed to hand Sherbet to Kyrano, grab his clothes, and get himself dressed.

Sherbet whined the entire time, despite all Kyrano’s attempts to calm him down.

The moment Jeff was dressed, he took Sherbet from his friend’s hands just to kill off the noise.

“It’s been a while since I’ve had to do that.”

Scott turned his back on him with a groan.

Jeff grinned like a loon.

-o-o-o-

TBC

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #jeff tracy #Scott Tracy #lee taylor #Kyrano #sherbet #nuttyfic #sooo much fluff #flyboytracy's fault

[kharonion]

Kissu prompt! A kiss to show the world they belong to each other - Esper and Hancock

Kiss Prompts.

37. A kiss to show the world they belong to each other.

As weathered as it is, the sapphire sparkles, sits there in all its splendor, wrapped snug around a delicate, pale finger. Glistens in the light of the moon, which basks them on the walls of the Castle. Sprinkled among the slow lapping of waves, he swears he hears the soft affirmations of his mother as his thumb brushes over the gem—See, Johnny, you found the one you have been looking for.

Indeed, he did.

“It’s beautiful, John…” The gentle voice pulls his gaze up to look with waterlogged pools of silver. She’s smiling, and it’s more radiant than the sun itself.

“Ma never took it off.” Hancock grins in return, cups her cheek and gently wipes away the tears that’ve escaped. “When she gave it to me, she always said to save it for ‘the one’. I’ll know them when I find them and all that.”

Esper’s waterworks go overtime. Like that wasn’t a response she was expecting. Adoration and love gleam from her like an open book. She grips his hand, interlocks their fingers. He brings it to his lips, kisses the ring. Breathes in the moment—it’s refreshing, brisk and new with the promise they now share.

The promise that they’d return to each other’s arms, no matter what pushes them apart.

Hancock doesn’t catch that he, too, is quietly crying now; it’s Esper’s turn to brush them away.

“Y’know what you traditionally do after this?” she asks, wiggling her decorated ring finger against his lips.

He shakes his head.

She steps closer, cups his nape with her free hand and eases their conjoined ones down to rest against his chest. Over his heart—which is pounding like it’s making an escape attempt.

“You kiss the bride. To ‘join the souls’.”

He can’t help it; he chuckles. Pulls her further in to his space, eases her chin up with a knuckle. His thumb outlines her plump lips. Like always, they have some sort of gravitational pull. 

They’ve kissed countless times… but this time is different. So very fuckin’ different. The moment they connect, it’s nothing but passion that’s both boiling over and languid. Immediately, their mouths part for one another, starting a slow, sensual dance of their tongues that deepens with each passing second. It’s a moment that lasts an eternity.

When they back away to rest their foreheads together, both are lightly panting with damp cheeks. The tip of her nose tickles right under the cavity of his. He can’t bring himself to open his eyes… not yet. He steals another kiss, relishing in how breathless it leaves him yet again.

“I’m all yours, John,” Esper whispers against his lips.

“Wouldn’t have it any other way… Mrs. Hancock.”

The next day, they hear nothing but whistles and congratulations from onlookers they didn’t know were there, but they take it in stride, with hands locked together and knowing glances between them. Because now, they are together… and damn unstoppable.

#have some adorable marriage content :3c #eventually they have a proper ceremony—after the institute war—but they wanted to tie the knot beforehand #as a sort of promise to 'make sure you come back to me dammit' #khar writes #oc: esper burke #fallout hancock #x: the one i'm looking for #fallout 4 #.asks #wingsy keeper of songs

[zappedbyzabka]

Mr Silver’s at a Dynatox meeting, it's by video. Some people in Europe.

Theyre talking to Mr.Silver, and notice every now and then his assistant fidgets. He'll bite his lip, and sweat. And then Mr. Silver will notice them noticing, and redirect the conversation.

Its his little game of course. Terry likes Johnny at his meetings, the little intern that Terry hired himself. He likes to have Johnny sit next to him, wearing a crisp shirt, collar open at the throat. And no pants. When the meeting gets very boring, he'll nod. His hand will creep down between Johnny's legs to squeeze his plump little balls. Of course, it would be rude to his clients if Johnny came. Thats why Johnny gets a cock ring to make sure he behaves. And so Terry fondles his balls, plays with his cock. Johnny gotten a pretty prince Albert piercing that makes him extra sensitive. Terry wants him to have fun after all.

When Johnny's cock gets too sensitive, he'll have Johnny slide closer. Something about correcting Johnny's notes. Anything so he's close enough for Terry to rub at Johnny's hole. He can't really finger the boy like he wants to, there's only so much you can do from that angle. But it's still fun, going from Johnny's pretty prick to his entrance. Sometimes Terry will scrape a nail along it, press in, and Johnny will bite his lower lip raw.

And finally, finally the call will end and Terry will push Johnny down on that big desk. One look and Johnny's already stripping his shirt, showing off his pierced nipples. Terry's cock swells to the point of pain when he sees Johnny laid out before him. That face all red lips bitten raw. Jeweled tits and cock. Terry shoves his long legs apart, bends him in half so he can finally see Johnny's hole. He swipes the lube kept in the drawer, and slicks his fingers. It's short work opening up the boy, Johnny likes it a little rough anyway. And then it's Terry's cock slicked up and pressing into that tight heat.

And Johnny moans, God Terry loves how he moans and cries and hiccups when his ass gets pounded. And boy does Terry pound it. He goes all in, jolting that beautiful boy forward with every thrust. When his thrusts start to get erratic he reaches forward to pull on the nipple rings. Johnny screams and clenches around his cock just right, and Terry's shooting into that gorgeous ass.

His cock is still half hard, and he reaches down to undo the cock ring. And thumbs at Johnny's piercing.

"What do we say Johnny?"

"Please let me come Mr. Silver!"

And he asks so nicely, Terry strokes him off quick and sure. Johnny's cock spurts thick globs of cum, spattering his stomach to pool in his bellybutton. He makes a pretty picture, all that red and white and gold. Terry's already making plans to schedule his next meeting.

I love slutty assistent Johnny

They get more and more daring the more meetings they do together. Eventually Terry finds an excuse for Johnny to sit in his lap so he can have Johnny impaled on his cock the entire meeting

#Noticing a lot of ball action in recent asks #Mens organic hacky sacks #safety first #silverlaw

[latimeria-fell-from-heaven]

𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟓𝐭𝐡

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤnsfw below! ( bxb )

" heey babee~"

" i'm not fighting you childe, we've been over this already. if you wanna get your shit pushed in, go bother zhongli. "

" aww, you're no fun. and i already fought mr. zhongli anyways for your information!" childe huffs in childish annoyment, crossing his arms as he puffs out his chest. you roll your eyes so hard you're surprised that they don't pop right out. lowering your head back down, your eyes begin skimming through the pages of the novel you'd bought, moonlight bamboo forest--or rather you try to.

you grunt as childe's gloved fingers wrap atop the crisp pages, and with one swift motion, he yanks the thin novel from your grasp and tosses it behind him carelessly.

" hey! i was reading that! do you know how long it took me to get my hands on it?!" you hiss, feeling the itching urge to strangle him for treating your books so haphazardly. yes, they were just hardened and pressed paper, but those novels were pricy as hell, and your books were precious dammit! " you ass, if i lose my page then you're dead to me..!"

childe doesn't listen, instead, he grips your wrists, hard, and pushes you down till he has you trapped against the bed. you blink rapidly, your expression twisting and resembling a mix of disgusted confusion. seriously, if he wanted to fight that bad, he could've just bribed you with books and you'd have agreed. now you were gonna really beat the crap out of him and not in a nice way.

" childe, i love you, but if the book is damaged, then i'll-!" he suddenly pushes himself down onto your lap, hips purposefully jutted out in a manner that seems so familiar to you. your voice dies in your throat as his weight is pushed onto your lower body, and when you look down, you see a very prominent bulge in between his legs that prods and pushes against his grey pants.

oh.

" ( name )..i'm really horny..♡let's do it♡"

" hah?"

he licks his lips salaciously, soft pale cheeks red with lewd excitement. you blank out entirely, your expression freezing in its place; your whole body just stays still. so when childe pulls his hands away, you don't even budge, too busy frozen stiff.

" haha, you look pretty cute like that babe!♡" he chirps, ocean eyes even hazier than they normally were and pure erotic desire pools into them. he rolls his hips slowly, faintly, against your clothed dick, drawing out soft grunts from your lips. reaching to his side with his right hand, he shuffles with something inside his pocket for a few seconds, before he yanks out a coiled rope.

frayed, red, and bright coiled rope.

" i'm gonna tie ya up, babe!♡ i'll use your dick how i see fit!♡ how about it?" childe sighs, rubbing the spot where his asshole must be as if trying to greedily swallow you up even through four layers of clothing. ' how lewd' you muse silently, blinking up at the ginger whose breaths stutter and become heavy with pure lust. you don't mind it when childe's arousal becomes so overwhelming, he'd pounce on you and use your body for his own pleasure, particularly filling up his ass with hot and heavy cum till his stomach near bulged.

" ... "

but, you were still steaming with annoyance. he'd thrown your book, your rightfully earned novel that he'd carelessly tossed behind him like a ragdoll. you weren't in the mood to sit still and let him have his way. no, you wanted to punish him a bit.

so you give him a sultry smile, and finally, your arms move, hands going to stroke his hips, causing the harbinger to shudder and whimper in perverse delight. he still has that snarky grin on his face, still so unsuspecting. it's almost...cute.

" hmm, alright."

he grins widely, the same grin that you're pretty sure that his enemies and victims were very familiar with and knew that it would be the end of them as soon as it spread across his bloodstained lips. but it doesn't strike fear into you; no, it makes you rather...excited to have such a challenge on your hands.

" hehe, alright!"

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...

" h-hey, you're gonna untie me, right babe? right?" childe's voice is muffled a bit since his cheeks are squished against the soft bedding, and his whole body is now naked, save for the bright red frayed rope pulled tight against his pale skin. you have to admit, you did a pretty good job, and the ginger wasn't making any noises of discomfort or choking. and he was hard, incredibly so, to the point where it looked rather painful.

his thick cock drools slick pre-cum, pulsing and throbbing in between his spread thighs like it's got a mind of its own. a knot from the rope is nestled tightly between the space of his swollen balls and puffy hole that seems to irritate him and what makes him sway his hips as if to nudge away the itch on his skin.

" ummnnhh..it's so tight.." childe's voice gives away just how much he likes this, so strained and barely holding back the desirable moans that send blood rushing down to your dick. but out of concern, you tug lightly on the ropes in between two fingers, and he glances at you over his shoulder, making a noise of confusion.

" it's not too tight is it?" his expression softens, and with a shake of his head, he responds, chirpy voice oddly soft.

" no, it's fine. but..thank you though.." you simply hum and let your eyes trail all over his tightly bound body, admiring how simply breathtaking it looked. this sort of thing really suits childe, and you briefly wonder if he'd let you tie him up again some other time. but his voice breaks your train of thought. " hey, you're gonna stick it in right?" his dull blue eyes glance down to your own erection, and it visibly throbs from the sudden visual attention.

" heh, what, you desperate already or something?" the ginger lets out an uncharacteristic whimper, the entirety of his body shivering from your words, and his hole clenches around nothing desperately as if trying to tempt you to fill it up to the brim. it glistens with sticky saliva, courtesy of you having slurped and licked away against the ring of muscles. a pang of arousal shudders in your lower belly and your cock twitches even more, and on impulse, you heave a deep and hot breath. fuck, childe was really really sexy.

" aww don't worry, i'm just teasing." dipping your thumbs down between his soft buttcheeks and spread them open even wider. a minuscule shiver runs through his body, but not as extreme as before. the pink puffy ring of muscle clenches and releases in a quick rhythmic pattern. " you're all ready to go down here huh? fine by me, i'm feeling pretty horny too."

" then why'd you-?"

" tie you up?" you sigh, rolling your eyes at the predictable question he gives. you're pretty sure he already knows why you tied him up like this, but he's probably just trying to rile you up further." you know i like my books, you damn plebeian. i'm not a fighting machine moron like you-!"

" pfft-!"

he suddenly snickers, as if suddenly amused by your little outburst, and you can see his more sadistic side begin to ooze out. he has that snarky grin on him, faded eyes crinkled up in darkened delight. he's enjoying this, the damn bastard. you can feel your veins pop and swell up in annoyance as he continues to chuckle at you.

" t-this is too-ahaha!"

but with a swift and a rather harsh thrust of your hips, your thick cock head pushes past the ring of clenched pink muscles, and you choke at the feeling of familiar tight heat clenching tightly around your shaft, childe's velvety insides pulling and sucking you in greedily.

" MNGHHHHIII?!"

childe chokes back a scream at the sudden intrusion from behind, his head falling forward and he trembles as he seems to attempt to adjust to being stuffed full so suddenly. or so you think. his voice shudders and wavers as small meek moans leave his mouth. a part of you almost feels bad for at least not letting him know beforehand that you'd shove your dick in. almost.

" unnhhh..f-full..'m so full...your dick's so big babe.." the ginger gives a small push against your cock and lets out a shaky moan. oh, good, so he wasn't in any pain, he was likely just on the verge of cumming. heh, cumming from being entered, how fitting for him. " h-heh, were you that mad? so mean.."

" tch."

" is that a ye-UNMHHGG?!"

his back arches forward when you drag your hips back, big cock dragging out slowly till only the head remains, then with a resounding smack, your crotch meets his butt. you repeat it again, a slow drag of your hips, then snapping them forward swiftly. over and over, your cock is sweetly embraced by soft and unbearably hot insides. fuck, you already feel like cumming and you've barely gotten started.

" sh-shit..so hot inside...how're you so damn tight..?"

you sigh and groan at the heat that builds up in your body, dizzying heat that blurs your vision and makes your body feel boneless. childe moans and whimpers at the slow pace, wiggling his hips desperately and pushing back into you. you squeeze his hips as if to convey a silent, small warning for him to stay still, but who were you kidding. the harbinger was never one to just stay still.

" f-faster..hurry up! this is torture..!" he wails, turning his head to peer at you, but you ignore his dewy ocean eyes and the warbled pleas. his insides and your cock steadily rubbing against one another with each deep thrusting, causing a sharp sensation of pleasure to spread all over your body.

" hah, serves you right." you smirk lightly when you glance at his head and see that his pale ears are red. how cute. you bend forward, grunting at the stinging stretch of your muscles, so you push your hips forward and childe loudly yelps and heavy pants come from his mouth. you're sure that he's got to be drooling or at least have his mouth wide open like the lewd bitch he is.

" you masochist, you're enjoying this aren't you?" you don't even need a verbal response from him to even know the answer. the way his ass clenches and swallows you up says it all. if not that, then the way he begs and moans oh so lewdly says it. pushing yourself forward, you rest your chin on his shoulder, still keeping a firm grip on the ginger's hips.

" i bet you're really hard right now. bet the ropes feel really good huh?" he moans in response and his walls squeeze around you tighter. and with your new position, now you can only shallowly thrust into him, but it won't stop you. seeing childe, the eleventh harbinger crumble from having your fat cock up his ass sends surge after surge of arousal that burns and melts your entire body.

" who knew the eleventh harbinger would be such a perv. betcha got off to being violated while tied up and unable to resist. you fucking masochist." you push your body forward particularly harder and he chokes back a rather lewd moan that dies in his throat.

" aww don't do that babe. c'mon, let me hear how much you like being fucked like a bitch." he whimpers pathetically, drooling all over himself. you frown in disappointment before you pull your upper body back until you're down at him again. loosening a hand, you raise it above your head, sucking in a breath, before you bring your hand down, hard.

" UNGHHIII?!"

the loud and crisp smack echoes in the room, and childe shrieks, voice cracking as red burning handprint begins to form on the smooth skin. he collapses into the bed, his entire body shaking violently and any noises of his muffled by the sheets. you falter, and yank your hand down, worry beginning to set in. shit, did you overdo it..?

soft laughter erupts in his direction, and you perk up as childe raises his head, and his eyes waver with nothing but lewd and erotic excitement. and he's smiling, smiling like some kind of perverted bitch drunk on pleasure. his insides clench around you, pulling you in deeper and deeper as if trying to truly become one with you.

" hehe..harder..harder!♡ do it again!♡ punish me more!♡" he sloppily grinds and pushes back into you in a feverish manner like he can't even think straight anymore. you're genuinely surprised that you haven't cum yetーperhaps you have more restraint given that you planned to fuck his brains out. not that you mind, you want to drag out the pleasure for as long as possible, you want to see childe crumble entirely beneath you from pleasure.

the thought simply excites you.

" heh, alright. don't start crying when it's too much♡"

#lati's kinktober #sub genshin #childe x reader #childe smut #nonnie didn't specify so you're getting gay shit

[starshipsofstarlord]

Sebastian convincing you to have another baby...

Pairing | Sebastian Stan x reader

Summary | Seb wants another baby, but he still has to convince you into wanting the same thing.

Warnings | smut, breeding kink, fluff, oral sex (fem receiving), unprotected sex, mentions of birth control, creampie, swearing, cockwarming

Requested ✖️

Y/e/d/n = Your eldest daughter’s name

Y/d/n = your daughters name

Y/s/n = your son’s name

Quick link to my masterlist, if you’re interested in reading more of my crap 😬

The idea of pregnancy gave you many things to think about, the gruelling and simultaneously tiresome journey had been one hell of a rollercoaster. The countless times (approximately two) that you had endured the swelling of your feet, and the divine hunger for the strangest combinations of food, had left you with three beautiful children.

First you had birthed a little girl, that sparked a new light behind your husband’s eyes, and reinvented his world. She was the princess he adored, and the one that you loved to watch Disney movies with, even if she insisted on Frozen every singular time.

And then, after her, you had a pair of perfect twins. They brought sound and restlessness to the household, after your daughter demanding that she wanted a sibling. Deep down, you had wanted more at the time too, but now, you felt as though your life goal was fulfilled.

Your family was everything that you had ever wanted, it felt as though you had been taken off an idealistic screen and transferred into reality. And if that had happened, you wouldn’t be one to complain, for all your greatest wishes had come true.

But if you were to ask your husband, he would make it very clear that he wanted more little devils running around the house. There was a joke that Evans and Mackie had with you every time that they saw you on set, clothed in a tight catsuit to fit your role. They would act amazed at the appearance of you not bearing one of Sebastian’s gorgeous children, their false shock earning laughs from your various co stars.

It wasn’t the fact that you weren’t open to the idea of another child to grow within your womb, however, it was more out of fear. You were well aware that you had been blessed with the birth of your lovely twins, though you were scared that you would endure the premise of double labour again, and it wasn’t exactly the kind of pain that you were willing to experience for a second time.

Being practically split in half once was bad enough, but twice, one instance straight after the other was bound to be the worst torture that a mother could be provided with. As you stirred your evening cuppa, watching as your kids were all huddled playing a board game after their dinner, two arms found placement around your waist, lightly tugging you back into a strong chest.

“Look at our babies.” Your husband mumbled into the crown at the back of your head, his fingertips rolling circles beneath your shirt. “Aren’t they the sweetest?” He asked, pressing a delicate kiss upon the back of your neck. The feeling of his stubble making your body shake wantonly, but you withheld from making sounds, not wanting to draw the attention of your children.

“When they’re quiet.” You agreed, watching as your eldest helped the twins with beating her. “They’re the most important people in my life, and then, it’s my annoying husband, who cannot stop trying to get in my pants for five minutes.”

“That’s called love; your husband loves you.” Sebastian stated, nibbling on your ear lobe as you ushered a sound of approval, clutching onto his hand that was firmly planted on your side, as his tongue traced the shell of your ear. “And I’m sure he’d love to show you how much, if you stop being mean to him.”

“Mean?” You laughed, taking a sip of your drink before spinning in his arms, allowing him to push you flush against the counter. “I can show him mean.” Biting your lip, you traced the seam of his sweats, that appeared to be all that he was currently wearing, brushing your hands up and against his well attended to torso. “But later.”

Seb groaned, leaning his head back, as he moved closer to you, pushing his thigh between your legs, glancing over your shoulder at the kids. “We could put them to bed right now, and then go to our room, then, you can show me how much of a horrible wife you are.”

“As much as I love that idea bubs, the twins need to be bathed, and you have to help your daughter with her math homework.” Leaning forwards, you pressed a kiss on his bicep, moving out from the entrapment of his arms, and lightly patting his ass.

“You know I was joking about you being mean, but now I’m seeing some truth behind my earlier words.” Sebastian plodded away, and towards the open living space, plopping down on the sofa, as he watched his offspring on the floor, smiling at their kindness to one another, though he was sure that tomorrow would be another story.

With one last look, you headed upstairs, going to the main bathroom, and began to slowly the run the tap. During the time you allowed it to run, you grabbed some pyjamas for your babies, as well as a couple of towels and flannels. By the time you had returned to the bathroom, and put everything down ready, the tub was half filled. And so you stopped the stream, putting in a tad of cold water before descending down the stairs.

“Honey, help y/e/d/n with her school work, I’m gonna get these two trouble makers ready for bed.” Your husband nodded as he pursed his lips, trying to ignore how you leant down to pick the twins up, pretending as through the top of your breast had not been caught by his eyes.

And with that, you got the kids cleaned and ready for the following day, meeting Seb at the doorway of y/d/n’s and y/s/n’s room, giving them each a kiss on the forehead before tucking them in for bed.

As you were walking towards your own room, Sebastian lifted you from behind, carrying you the rest of the way. “You can’t keep it in your pants, can you Mr Stan?” You laughed as he dropped you upon your double bed, him instantly kneeling at the end of it to peel your shirt off.

He trailed kisses along your legs, humming from the much desired contact, as his blue eyes flickered up at you. “That’s your fault, you deprive me.” He muttered against your skin, reaching his fingertips up higher to grasp at the sides of your underwear, pulling the material down.

Your husband blew hot air upon your pussy, grinning to himself as it instinctively clenched around nothing. As he moved closer, he breathed in your scent, rubbing the tip of his nose along your clit, before diving in to feast, sneaking his tongue through your slit, instantly prodding at your entrance, causing your head to wind back, and your hand grasp his hair.

“We should have another.” He mumbled against you, and you were almost too delirious to complain, although a light groan emitted from you, as you fought with yourself whether to let him continue eating you out and not respond, or do the responsible, adult thing, and speak about it.

With much resilience, you pulled his head away, licking your lips at his slick stained chin away, tugging him to be laid beside you. “Is that really want you want Seb?” You asked, biting your lip, wanting to hear his thoughts in hopes that it would relax you for the possibility of you bearing more of his children.

“Of course it is draga.” He answered, his icy pools making your own freeze, he cupped your chin, bringing your lips to his own, placing a few pecks upon your lips, before continuing. “I know that you’re nervous, but I will look after you every step of the way, like I have done both times before. Anyways, I feel like directors take a kick out of challenging themselves with making their actresses appear not pregnant, look at both you and Scar through the years.”

You nodded, understanding that your career wouldn’t take the brunt of things. “I want another but... I’m scared. Just, what if I have two again?” You rambled with your hands, and he clasped them between his own, pausing your panicked hand signals, and rubbing his nose against each set of your knuckles.

“The chances of that aren’t very high my love. But if it happens, then maybe this time you’ll let us call them Wanda and Pietro...” his words earned him a light eye roll and a tender hit on his shoulder, as he rolled on top of you, causing you to squeal. “Remember, don’t wake the kids.”

“Kinda hard when I can feel how hard you are.” You retorted, moaning as he began to suck at the spot on your neck that made your knees shake, his hands drifting beneath your shirt, as he began to raise the material up your torso, and over your breasts. You whipped the material over your head, discarding it as his attention turned to your boobs. “I’ll never get tired of these.”

He hummed, before leaning down, taking a rosey pebble to be captured within his mouth, sucking on it as his fingers fiddled with the other. “Seb, I just need you in me.” You prodded his hips with the heels of your feet, pleased when he leaned back, pulling down his sweats, so that his erection bobbed upwards, the head already leaking precum.

“You want a baby that bad?” He asked in a brisk voice, clambering back onto your awaiting body once again, grasping his base with his heavy hand, dragging his tip to circle around your clit. “Want me to fill you up, so that you grow nice and full with my baby.”

A furrow made its way onto your brow, as you held onto his biceps, lightly rolling your hips up against his leaking head. “Honey.” He paused his movements, staring carefully down at you, reading your expression. “I’m still on birth control.” You informed him, watching as his eyelashes fluttered, and he pressed down unto you again.

“A little practise never hurt gorgeous.” Sebastian spoke, slipping his cock into your entrance, sinking into you as you moaned out his name. “Fuck, so tight, even after three kids.” He groaned, putting his hands either side of your head, as he began to thrust in and out of your pussy, breathing heavily through his nose.

“So big.” Your hands grasped at his naked back, casting down to grasp his ass, causing him to suddenly buck deeper into you, emitting another series of moans out of you. “Love your cock.”

“Yeah?” The romanian smugly asked, his lips drifting up the tip of your nose, before running them back down to your own, biting onto your upper lip, as one hand continued to brace his weight above, and the other moved down to fondle with your clit, causing you to tighten around him, your eyelids blinking repeatedly. “You love my fat cock inside of you, about to pump you full of my cum?”

“Yes Seb, love it.” Your eyes screwed shut, tears slipping out the corner of your eyes, as he made his administrations harder, hitting his hips languidly against your own. “Love it so so so mu- ah - ch.”

“Cum angel. Coat my cock, pretty girl.” You complied, reaching your high, as your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer as your essence pooled around him. “Want me to make you round with my babe, want me to make you full of my cum?”

“I do, I do, I do.” You squealed, your breath hitching as he stilled for a minute, filling you with seed. “Fuck.” You breathed, your chest rising and falling, as he remained in your for a moment, before pulling out, but you stopped him, clasping his back with your sweaty hands. “Stay.”

“Okay.” Seb said tiredly, his skin flushed as he rolled over, so that you were laid on his chest, your head falling to below his chin. “So beautiful, you know that?”

“Mmh.” You hummed, drawing circles upon his skin. “I’ll come off my birth control tomorrow, then, we don’t have to just practice.” He leant down to press a long kiss upon your lips, sneaking his tongue through their natural seam, gently sucking on your own.

“That sounds more than good to me darling.” He stroked down your back with his talented fingers, pulling you closer again. You felt his dick twitch within you as he felt both of your mixed juices trailed down his balls, that huffed from the sensation.

#sebastian stan smut #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan fic #seb stan smut #sebastian stan oneshot #sebastian stan imagine #sebastian stan x you #sebastian x y/n #sebastian x reader #sebastian x you #imagines #imagine #xreader #mcu cast smut #mcucastxreader #sebastian stan fandom #sebastian stan fanfiction #sebastian stan fluff #sebastian stan au

[lilith-jean-stark]

Secrets

Warnings: none!

Summary: You and Peter find out each other’s secrets by accident.

A/n: I’ll be setting up a blurb night soon! So stay tuned 😎

You got off the train and made your way to school. Another boring day at mid-town high. Being the sister of Tony Stark had its perks, but it also had its downsides. No one knew that you were Tony’s sister, but you had to admit that being the secret sister was nice because you didn't have people up in your face all the time, except Peter Parker. Peter Parker was the only one who knew your secret. You and Peter had been friends for years and up until a couple weeks ago he had no idea about your secret. You stupidly were doing work for Tony in your notebook while having lunch at school one day, when Peter happened to sit next to you.

*flashback*

"Ugh this formula isn't working." You thought to yourself. Maybe it was just this noisy cafeteria that was making it difficult to think.

"Hey whatcha doing?" Peter said sliding beside you on the bench. Peters eyes widened "Stark industries?" He said a bit too loudly.

"Peter shush!" You snapped and scurried to get your notes into your book bag.

"What are you doing with formulas from Stark industries?" Peter whispered.

"That's not what it is." You rolled your eyes, "silly Peter." You booped his nose with your index finger.

Peter blushed, "uhm yes y/n it is, uh," he stuttered then shook his head to break his gaze with you, "Yes it is, I have an internship, I've seen them."

"I can't say." You groaned, annoyed he didn't take the nose boop as bait to change the subject.

"Come on, it's not like I'd tell anyone." He whined.

"Okay fine, but you have to swear that you won't tell anyone." You said sticking your pinky out for the two of you to pinky swear.

"I swear." Peter said locking his pinky with yours.

You leaned in and whispered "Tony Stark is my older brother and I kinda own part of Stark industries."

"No way!" Peter looked at me in shock.

"Yes way, but it's not a big deal." You laughed and showed him a picture of you and Tony with your parents before they died.

"Wow, he's pretty cool, isn't he?" Peter said in awe.

"Maybe to you because of your internship, but as a brother he's kinda lame." You smirked and nudged Peter with your elbow, to let him know you were only joking.

*end flashback*

You smiled to yourself at how understanding Peter had been about keeping your identity from him. You stood at your locker and sorted the books you needed for class into your bag.

"Y/n!" You heard Peter shout from the other end of the hall.

You waved to him and he jogged down the hallway to you.

"How's it hanging Parker?" You asked as he leaned against the locker next to yours.

"You ready for that Chem test tomorrow?" He asked.

You rolled your eyes, you and Peter had known each other for years and he still forgets that you’re pretty much a genius.

"Sorry forgot we have a prodigy here." Peter put his hands up in defense. "Actually May has been asking about you, she wants you to come over for dinner tonight." He said, crossing his arms.

"Peter you didn't tell her did you?" You said in a hushed voice.

"What? No! She asked what you've been up to, because you know she hasn't seen you around in awhile. So I lied..." Peter trailed off and looked at you with hopeful eyes. "I said you had an internship at Stark industries too."

You laughed slightly, "I'll send Tony a text and let him know I won't be home for dinner.

"Sweet, you're not mad?" He asked.

"No peter I'm not mad. You're actually a genius for telling her that." You smiled at him for being so sweet and for protecting your secret. Even though you knew he was dying to tell Ned and pretty much anyone who would listen.

"Oh and Ned might be by later too. He's got this lego Death Star he wants to build." Peter said staring to get all giddy.

"Wait, didn't you two build that a couple months ago?" You raised an eyebrow curiously at him.

Peters face went red, "oh yea i meant he needed help with his homework." He said quickly and started off down the hall, "gotta go gonna be late for class."

You sighed and headed to class. You didn't think anything of Peters weird behavior, due to the fact that Peter was sometimes scatter brained.

Peter got to math class and sat next to Ned.

"You can't come over tonight." Peter whispered to him.

"Why not , the Death Star isn't going to build itself Peter."

"Y/n is coming over for supper and she thinks we already put it together. She'll get suspicious." Peter whisper yelled.

"Fine, but it wouldn't have to be rebuilt if someone didn't make me drop it." Ned rolled his eyes at him "And you haven't told her about you know what yet?"

"No I can't Ned." He mumbled.

Later after school peter went and did his usual spider man stuff. He was just about done and was heading home and then realized that he had forgot about you. He raced home and climbed into his room through the window. His bedroom door was already shut, so he dropped to the floor and took his mask off.

The door opened, "hey Peter, May said to make myself at home..." you started to say, your eyes focused on your phone.

Peter quickly pressed his suits release button and let it fall to the floor, then kicked it under his bed.

"She said I'd find you in..." You stopped short of yourself when you looked up from your phone, to see Peter standing there in front of you in his boxers. It was just like Ned all over again, Peter had thought to himself.

"Woah Sorry Parker." You put your hands up in defense and smirked, holding back laughter. You stood there staring at him and laughed, "I guess I should have knocked."

Peter blushed, "Aunt May, can you please stop letting people in my room without knocking!" He shouted.

"I'll go check out what May is up too and come back when your dressed." You said.

"No, its fine!" Peter said, grabbing a sweatshirt and pulling on pants.

"Why were you in your underwear anyway?" You asked.

"I was warm." He lied.

You shut the door and glared at Peter. "You better not be lying to me. You realize that I have access to the worlds largest data pool, if I want to know something, I’ll find out."

"Look Y/n, i am not lying." Peter almost couldn't get the words out. You frightened him sometimes, you were very confident and fierce, never caring what others thought of you.That and you were smarter than him and you were pretty much one of the most powerful people in America with being a stark. Even if Peter was a good liar, you could still tell whether he was lying or not and if looks could kill, you would be shooting daggers from your eyes.

Peter watched you as you tilted your head to look behind him. "So what's that?" You pointed to the underneath of his bed.

"Nothing, just stuff."

"Peter?" You pushed past him and grabbed his Spider-Man suit and pulled it out from under the bed.

"You just happen to have a bright red leotard?" You questioned and then spread it out before he could rip it out of her hands. "Peter!!!!" You gasped and dropped the suit, "That's spider mans suit, I built that!" You shot him a look, "wait are you Spider-Man?" You asked as your eyes grew wide with realization.

"Yes." Peter said annoyed and grabbed the suit, hiding it in his bookbag. Then he realized what you had said, his eyes widened "you built that?!"

You grabbed the bookbag and pulled the suit from it. "Yes I did, Tony asked me to do a suit for some spider guy. I didn't think he was talking about you!" You exclaimed and examined the suit. "What did he tell you about the suit?” You asked.

"Mr. Stark said he made it." Peter said nervously.

"God of course he did.” You rolled your eyes. “Anyway that's besides the point, you're Spider-Man and you've been using my tech to help you fight crime? Did Tony tell you about the formulas too!? Is that why you caught me in the cafeteria." You looked anxious and kept looking at the suit.

 "No, the formula I noticed was mine..." Peter looked down at his hands.

"Wait, the spider web goo, you made that?" You looked at him in disbelief.

"Yes I did, I gave the formula to Mr. Stark because he wanted to see if he could improve it. Then he told me to leave it how it was. I was confused when I saw you with it because Mr. Stark was the only person I told. So I figured you had to be working on Stark industries stuff if you had my web formula." Peter explained.

"Peter that's the coolest chemical reaction I've ever seen! I love playing with that stuff!" You said excitedly.

Peter blushed and you pulled him into a hug. “Let’s get out there before May starts getting suspicious.” You said almost as a hum, you were as happy as could be and even happier now that you and Peters secrets were out.

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