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zaceouiswriting · 2 years

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Masterlist:

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Short Stories

The independence of the red desert planet

Teen Wolf

Theo Raeken:

Undying love

A good deed

Night of the nights

Love that went through hell

Love always comes back

It will get better

A rotten Christmas

Just another night in my pick-up truck

Hardening hatred

The Onlooker

The Delinquent*

Theo Raeken Series:

Water from the past P.1

Living with the past P.1

A welcome stranger P.1

A welcome stranger P.2

A welcome stranger P.3

The memory of purple fields (1/2)

The memory of purple fields (2/2)

Derek Hale:

Just one danger of loving a hale

A final decision

A hazelnut brown-eyed boy

Last breath

The unknown son (First Version) - Requested

The unknown son (Second Version) - Requested

The Art of Seduction

Liam Dunbar:

The blindness of the rain

*Art of Seduction

*His type

Jordan Parrish:

Hellish breeze of a warm late summer day

A hellhounds fading innocence

Christmas lights

If you only had known

*Art of Seduction

The dead soldier

A (funny) Christmas revelation

Peter Hale:

*Mornings like this

*Art of Seduction

Brett Talbot:

Refreshed love

*Art of Seduction

Overprotective Brothers

Ethan Steiner:

Good old times

Isaac Lahey:

Unexpected savior

*Art of Seduction

A wolf’s undead protector

Vernon Boyd:

Frat boy slasher

Multiple characters:

Broken promise of a normal day - Brett Talbot/Theo Raeken

Charming love - Liam Dunbar/Theo Raeken

Old love - Liam/Isaac

Deaths cold touch - Allison Argent/Aiden Steiner/Gabe/Theo Raeken/Scott McCall

*Warmth of two bodies - Aiden Steiner/Ethan Steiner

*Just a normal game night, right? - Isaac Lahey/Cato (Hunger Games)/Logan (OC)

The mentor - Liam Dunbar/Jordan Parrish

The jock brother - Liam Dunbar (brother)/Jordan Parrish/Theo Raeken

A night to remember - Theo Raeken/Liam Dunbar

If I were brave enough - Liam Dunbar/Theo Raeken/Male reader

The first taste of disobedience

Lost Love (Request)

Betrayal

Snowy Winter Fun - Theo Raeken/Liam Dunbar (slight Brett Talbot and Isaac Lahey)

The new guy - Sean Walcott, Aiden Steiner, Ethan Steiner, Liam Dunbar, mentioned Theo Raeken

Series with multiple characters:

Apprentice hunter:

Part 1 - Nolan Holloway/Gabe

Part 2 - Nolan Holloway/Gabe/Theo Raeken

Helping alpha:

Part 1 - Jordan Parrish/Theo Raeken

Part 2 - Jordan Parrish/Theo Raeken

Part 3 - Jordan Parrish/Theo Raeken/Corey Bryant/Gabe/Nolan Holloway

The elf and his supernatural harem:

*Part 1 - Jordan Parrish/Deputy Strauss

*Part 2 - Deputy Strauss/Stiles Stilinski/Scott McCall/Theo Raeken

Lurking in the dark:

Part 1 - Jordan Parrish/Brett Talbot

The Order

Randall Carpio:

*Unexpected Love

*The Art of seduction

Multiple characters:

Worth it - Randall Carpio/Hamish Duke

Shadowhunters

Alec Lightwood - Serie:

Raven-haired beauty:

Part 1:

Part 2:

Part 3:

Part 4:

*Part 5:

Alec Lightwood:

Through sickness and annoyance

*Art of Seduction

The last straw

Vampire Diaries/The Originals/Legacies

Klaus Mikaelson/Hope Mikaelson - Serie:

The fairy stone:

Part 1:

Part 2:

Klaus Mikaelson:

Art of Seduction

Matt Donavan:

Pretty boy with ocean blue eyes

*Art of Seduction

Jeremy Gilbert:

The hunter and its prey

Former friends

*Art of Seduction

It’s always the small guys

The helpful teacher

Malachai “Kai” Parker:

The betrayed and the heretic

*Art of Seduction

Jet Tien - Serie:

Fairy vengeance and the wrath of gods:

*Part 1:

Multiple characters:

The last heartbreak

Riverdale

Sweet Pea:

The sweet and the beast

The Sweet and the Trickster

The Sweet and the Shy

The Sweet and The jock

The Sweet and The Botanist

Onto new shores

The Promise

Heartless Business

Fangs Fogarty:

*In need of better grades

Reggie Mantle:

Price of a lie

Shallow friends

The gentle love of two doves

The little brother

Connor Rowland (OC)

Sleeping darkness in a tame church boy

Multiple Characters:

The crush of three - Requested - Reggie Mantle/Chuck Clayton/Archie Andrews

The scumbag jock boyfriend - Reggie Mantle/Archie Andrews

Series with multiple characters:

The gay and the jocks:

Part 1: Chuck Clayton

*Part 2: Chuck Clayton/Archie Andrews/Connor Rowland (OC)

*Part 3: Chuck Clayton/Archie Andrews/Connor Rowland (OC)

The Truth:

Breaking of trust: Reggie Mantle

A last resort: Reggie Mantle/Sweet Pea

Not much of a stranger: Reggie Mantle/Sweet Pea

A friendly competition: Sweet Pea/Reggie Mantle

Throne of three crowns:

General Pea: Sweet Pea

Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Nicholas Scratch:

A warlock's false devotion

Multiple Characters:

Unholy, holy trinity: Nicholas Scratch/Caliban

9-1-1

Evan Buckley:

Nature of flames

Edmundo ‘Eddie’ Diaz:

The best revenge is a life well lived

Dick Grayson:

Messages above the grave

Loving the oldest of four brothers

The smell of love

Sweet reminder of love

When your best friend is (a) Dick

A good neighbor

Winter feast

His Audacity

Death of a Nemesis

Jason Todd:

Back from the dead

The duality of love

Danger of love

Clark Kent:

Maturing of Superman

*Vivid blue eyes of a lewd All-American man

Jon Kent:

The Golden Crown

Bruce Wayne

The good Dad

Batfamily:

Worst day

Worst day (2)

The favorite Bat-Brother?

Multiple characters:

The paradox of life - Clark Kent/Conner Kent

*The Master of Fulfillment - Jason Todd/Dick Grayson

Series with multiple characters:

The unfaithful bat:

The unfaithful bat: Bruce Wayne

Reckoning: Bruce Wayne

*A new villain: Bruce Wayne/Clark Kent

An almost forgotten birthday

New Professor

Part 1: Dick Grayson/Jason Todd/Tim Drake

Part 2: Revealing: Dick Grayson/Jason Todd/Tim Drake

Lust of their shadows:

*Part 1 - Dick Grayson

Original Characters:

Son’s best friend

Marvel

Multiple Character:

Teenage Crisis - Peter Parker/Logan (OC)

Series with multiple Characters:

Betrayal at a superhero - Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes

Betrayal at a superhero: The judgment - Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes

Miscommunication - Peter Parker/Logan (OC)/Connor Rowland (OC)

Miscommunication (2) - Peter Parker/Logan (OC)/Connor Rowland (OC)

Steve Rogers:

Save the Children

Saving the children

Fantastic four:

Multi-characters series:

Easy corruption of the straight, human torch (1)

Easy corruption of the straight, Human Torch and Mister Fantastic (2)

Twilight

Series with multiple Characters:

Whispering of the wolves - Paul Lahote

Whispering of the wolves: The pain of claws - Paul Lahote

League of Legends

Sett series:

The Wanderer and The Boss

Winx Club/Winx Saga

Sky/Brandon/Riven - Series:

Fairy Prince

Fairy Prince (2)

Fairy Prince (3)

Fairy Prince - Hearts of Leviathans:

Masterlist

Vikings:

Bjorn Ironside:

Brothers

Pokémon:

Leon:

The rancher’s failing champion boyfriend

Star Wars:

Anakin Skywalker:

The light of the senate

A final revelation

Multi Characters Series:

The wild explosion of a one-sided love :

Part 1: Theo Raeken/Randall Carpio (Teen Wolf/The Order)

Multi-Character Serie:

The farmer:

Alec Lightwood/Sweet Pea P.1

The Art of seduction:

*Randall Carpio

*Liam Dunbar

*Jordan Parrish

*Derek Hale

*Peter Hale

*Brett Talbot

*Isaac Lahey

*Alec Lightwood

*Klaus Mikaelson

*Matt Donovan

*Jeremy Gilbert

*Malachai “Kai” Parker

*Malachai “Kai” Parker P.2

Info: Smut = *

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p4rallel-universe · 1 year

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what/who i write for

(* = favourite characters to write for)

euphoria

- cassie

- maddie

- lexi*

- jules*

one of us is lying

- bronwyn*

- addy

- maeve

- nate

- cooper

- vanessa

wednesday

- wednesday

- enid*

- tyler

- xavier

- ajax*

- miss thornhill

gilmore girls

- rory*

- lorelai

- dean*

- jess

- lane

skins

- cassie*

- sid

- maxxie

- effy

- freddie*

- katie

shameless

- ian*

- fiona*

- mickey

- kev

- veronica

- lip

- mandy

this is a general idea but tbh i could try writing for any character from these shows. even if there's a show not on here u can always ask to check if maybe i've seen it. also i've not seen a few of these shows fully yet so i may miss some plot points in fics

i'm willing to give anything a try 👍

disclaimer: i don't write for any characters who are confirmed lesbians (i.e. janae from one of us is lying or robin from stranger things) just out of respect tbh.

i DO write smut but ofc nothing too crazy

#fanfiction #male reader #netflix #shameless #one of us is lying #x reader #imagines #requests #headcanons #legacies x male reader #wednesday #wednesday x reader #wednesday x male reader #fanfic writer

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zvdvdlvr · 1 month

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— Odd

🧹 — Symopsis. Ominis decides to sit with you as you finish your breakfast. An odd- and flirtatios- conversation ensues.

🧹 — Warnings. Flirting. Weird situations. Someone’s finger ends up in someone’s mouth. Weird scenario. Mention of the One and Only Sebastian Sallow. Mention of crutiatus curse. No mention of reader’s gender or pronouns or house.

“Good morning,” a voice greeted beside you. Turning, you saw Ominis Gaunt’s milky grey eyes. He had a small smile on his face, his head cocked.

“Hello.” You greeted, voice raspy from dissuse.

Ominis busied himself by preparing his plate. It consisted of figgy pudding (ew), toast with perfectly melted butter, and two medium sized waffles. What an odd combination, you thought.

“Why are you sitting next to me? Sebastian normally follows your every movement,” you asked, finishing up the last bite of your breakfast. You admit, Ominis arrived at an unsavory time, but you liked him enough to stay and converse with him.

Ominis stiffened. “He… has been his usual annoying and persistent self. I needed to speak to someone else for once.”

Your eyebrow raised; Sevastian himself had told you that Ominis didn’t really talk to other people. Unless there was a reason. He was perfectly polite, of course, but Ominis just wasn’t the person to strike up conversation with just anyone. Intriguing, you thought. “I see,” you replied casually. “Is there a reason I’m the person you chose to speak to?”

Ominis nodded. “There is, indeed.” Ominis placed his almost finished toast back on the plate. “I understand that you probably don’t have the best perception or impression of me after I… my rather rude outburst to you about lying about the Undercoft. And for me letting Sebastian crucio you without argument.”

You shrugged, knowing Ominis would understand your movement without the ability to see. “I’d… it’s… Someone crucio-ing me is bound to happen at the rate I’m investigating into Ranrok and Rookwood….” The sound of Rookwood’s ‘avada kedavra’ had rung through your mind. Poor Natty had brushed it off, but you felt bad for her: she hadn’t signed up to have grown men try to kill her. “I’m glad the first time was with people that weren’t doing it for malicious intent,” you finished hastily. You didn’t really know what to say. Ominis had set his boundaries and was upset about being in the scriptorium at all- and he had a good reason to be. Sebastian’s response to you volunteering for the curse was a little odd, but you know that’s just how he is. “I know we’ve already been over this, but I am truly sorry about making you go with us.”

Ominis looked incredulous. “We tortured you and you’re the one apologizing? Y/n, darling, you need to get out and meet new people.”

You huffed a laugh. “You’re one to talk,” you shot back, taking a sip from your goblet.

“I guess you’re right about that. Matter of fact, you’re right about almost everything.”

You shrugged. “I’ve been placed in a unique set of sitautions that not many others have experienced. I guess knowledge and a fast reaction time is necessary,” you rambler, hating how you sounded so preachy.

“An admirable trait, I must admit,” Ominis murmured. His face was turned to yours, close enough you could see some of the melted butter gathered by his lip.

“There’s butter on your mouth,” you mumbled carefully, treading carefully.

The blond only hummed. “Help a blind man out?” He asked, voice low.

Had it been anyone else, you would have hit them upside the head and depulso’d them. An odd request, especially considering the fact that you hadn’t spoken to each other that much. But the way he had fretted over you as the pain of the cruciatus curse brought you to the ground was something that lingered in your mind. He had rushed over you after your poorly withheld screams had successfully pierced his eardrums for more than humanly necessary. Despite his blindness, he had slipped his arm under your shoulder and stood up. You shuddered and leaned into his arms, thankful for the feeling of human warmth.

And then there was Ominis’s habit of looking for you in the Great Hall whenever he felt your aura (odd, but he had taken a liking to you, despite your limited encounters). You always felt his presence searching for yours, bit you assumed it aas to make sure you were still alive and kicking: after all, you were Sebastian’s friend.

You reached up and swiped your thumb on Ominis’s bottom lip, gathering the melted butter. “Open,” you whispered.

The dull conversations taking place at tables all around the Great Hall were silenced. Ominis opened hs mouth and you slipped your thumb in his mouth. As bizarre and disgusting it was, Ominis enjoyed the feeling of you so close to him, even in this way. After Ominis’s tongue had swiped the butter off you pulled away and wiped the excess saliva on a napkin.

Ominis’s eyes were a touch darker now. He sighed shakily, thinking of how you had commanded him to open his mouth and how willing he was to follow your order. He cleared his throat. “Well.”

You smiled slightly, seeing the blush painting Ominis’s cheeks. “I’ll be out in the Pitch today. Come find me later and we can work on… spell practice.”

Ominis nodded. “Very well. I will.”

As you got up and walked away, Ominis rested his head in his hands. As he had expected, you flirted back with a talent that rivaled Sebastian Sallow himself. And the tent in his pants proved just how fond he had grown to you.

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thebisexualdogdad · 9 months

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Legacies ask where hope is dating a soft bookworm who can put it down in the bedroom iykyk

To everyone else you were just a soft and gentle bookworm but Hope knew the truth, that in the bedroom you were the complete opposite.

Your dates may have often started innocently enough at the Mystic Falls bookstore but they always ended with Hope screaming your name as you made her see stars.

You'd been together for two years and in those two years you'd broken three desks in the library, two bed frames, one bathroom sink and the shelves in the janitor's closet.

You and Hope had spent the day picnicing at the lake and it was a nice day but once Hope climbed into your lap to make out you needed to get back to one of your dorms immediately.

I mean, you would have been fine going at it right there on the dock but you had already gotten in trouble for doing that early in your relationship.

Hope's shirt and your sweater were long gone as you held her pressed against your door, her legs wrapped around your waist.

You kissed down her neck and to her collarbone so Hope reached around to unclip her bra, exposing her chest to you.

She gasped when your tongue flicked over one of her nipples before doing the same to the other and sucking it between your lips.

Her hips buck into your stomach and groans when your teeth tug on her nipple.

"Y/N, I need you," she sighs.

"Need me to do what love?" You taunt, pressing her even harder into the door.

"I need you to fuck me," she blurts out.

You grin proudly and carry her to your bed, throwing her down as you both get rid of the rest of your clothes.

You stroke yourself a few times to get hard and climb on top of Hope, kissing her again as you gently toy with her clit with your finger.

"Already so wet," you tease, slipping a finger inside her, pumping it slowly.

"Fuck- Y/N, please," she begs and you add a second finger, picking up the pace.

She feels her orgasm looming and lets out a heavy sigh when your fingers disappear but it turns into a moan when she sees you pop them in your mouth and suck them clean.

"God you're so hot," she groans.

"You're one to talk," you chuckle, taking in the sight of the beautiful woman lying underneath you.

Suddenly Hope is flipping you over and settling on your waist, rubbing the shaft of your hard cock against her pussy and now it's your turn to moan.

She raises her hips and guides your cock inside her, her breath hitching as you stretch her out.

"Y/N," she moans, slowly bouncing in your lap.

You take hold of her waist, intently watching her riding you.

She grabs your hands as you attempt to palm her chest and pins them above your head, slowing her movements to torment you.

"Now it's your turn to beg," she smirks, rolling her hips tantalizingly slow.

Hope gasps when you flip your positions once again, "sorry babe, I don't beg."

You immediately start thrusting your hips at a rapid pace, Hopes hands grasping at your back.

You're pounding into her so roughly that she can't control her wolf claws coming out and digging into your skin.

Her claws trail down your back, blood certainly pooling at the surface which wouldn't be the first time, she knows her not so gentle bookworm liked some pain with his pleasure.

"I'm going to cum," she mutters and you reach down to firmly rub her clit again until she's crying out your name.

She rides out her high and you feel yours approaching as well so you pull out, jerking yourself off until you're cumming onto her stomach.

"You good?" You ask, softly running your hands along her thighs.

She's still in a post orgasmic daze but smiles and nods.

"Let me grab a towel," you say, rolling off the bed and digging around in your shower bag.

You find the towel and let her clean up, putting a new pair of boxers on.

"Can I have your sweater?" She asks and you smile, trading it for the now cum stained towel that you throw into your laundry basket.

You always loved when she wore your clothes.

She puts it on, covering her torso down to her thighs and you settle next to her in bed, Hope cuddling into your side.

You grab the book you've been reading from your bedside table and open it up to where you last left off.

"Really? You're gonna read right now?" She laughs.

"Well I was going to finish it last night but Jed needed help with a paper, I only have two chapters left," you tell her.

"Fine but I'm taking a nap," she says, resting her head on your chest.

"Go right ahead," you chuckle, kissing the top of her head, "do you want to go to the bookstore with me tomorrow?"

"Didn't we just go last week? You bought three books," she says.

"Yeah and this is the last one, I read the other two already," you tell her.

"Of course you've already finished them all," she chuckles, "sure I'll go with you to the bookstore.

"Great, I already have a couple picked out that I want to read," you state.

"And how many exactly are a couple?"

"Four… okay five… maybe six if they finally have this one book I've been looking for in stock again."

"You might as well just live at the bookstore," she jokes.

"Trust me babe if I could I would," you laugh.

"Okay have fun reading, wake me when it's time to go down for dinner," she says already dozing off.

"Alright, love you Hope," you say, pulling the blanket over her.

"I love you too Y/N."

#legacies imagine #hope mikaelson imagine #hope mikaelson x reader #x male reader #fic

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biggestxsimps · 1 year

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Ominis gaunt x reader please.

Gorgeous Boy

Ominis Gaunt x Male Reader

A/N: Thank you so much for the request! I hope you enjoy the fic. Any and all feedback is appreciated.

It was a warm evening in the Slytherin common room. You were currently sitting on one of the couches with Ominis laying his head against your lap, the sound of the fireplace crackling and Ominis' relaxed breaths being the only things you could hear.

Ominis hums as you run your hands through his blonde locks, lightly scratching his scalp. His pale blue eyes closed as he relished the feeling. You couldn't help but stare at the gorgeous boy under your gaze, the lighting really bringing out his beauty. Your free hand made its way to his own, bringing and holding it at his chest, gently rubbing his palm with your thumb. "You're so handsome, darling." The hand in his hair moved down to his face to move the lingering strands of hair out of the way, before quickly placing a kiss on his forehead. You quickly lean back up, lightly chuckling as his lips curve upwards and cheeks start burning up.

You closed your eyes, moving your head back onto the couch as you continued playing with the soft hair lying underneath you. You felt the blonde boy shuffle against your lap, looking down, you see his face snuggle into your thigh. The hand that was previously holding his hand moved to rest on his back, slowly rubbing it up and down, you hear Ominis sigh. Continuing the motion for a few minutes, you start to hear light snores. Smiling, you look down, Ominis had fallen asleep in your lap. You hummed in content before whispering a goodnight to the unconscious boy.

A/N: Apologies if Ominis is a bit ooc or if the fic just doesn’t make sense. It’s my first time writing for him and I haven’t really figured out what he’s like. I’ll do a little research on his personality the next time I write for him.

Masterlist

- Written by Owner 1

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bomber-grl · 6 months

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Last updated: April•7•2024

Fem!Reader/masc!reader will be specified, otherwise it’s all gender neutral

Fandoms:

BH6

Hiro Hamada

Hiro Hamada relationship hc

Hiro + easily flustered reader

Hiro Hamada + Artist reader

❤︎₊ ⊹Hiro fluff alphabet ❤︎₊ ⊹

Hiro Hamada + tall reader ❤︎

Hiro Affection Headcanons

Hiro Hamada x ADHD! Reader

Hiro x musically talented! Reader

Hiro x cosplayer! Reader ʚ♡ɞ

Hiro Hamada x low self esteem! Reader

Hiro Hamada x depressed! Reader

Hiro x Reader who can travel through time ❤︎₊ ⊹

Hiro x drop dead gorgeous!reader

Touchstarved

Hiro Hamada x Reader w superhuman regeneration

Damian Wayne

Damian Wayne relationship head-canons ♡

Date night

A winter night with Damian Wayne

[jealousy head-canons]

Justice league conference

What being best friends with Damian Wayne would be like

Just friends..? (M!reader)

Secret Identities ♡

New years kiss

“Wanna get married?”

Spiderverse

Gwen Stacy

Gwen Stacy dating hc ❤︎₊ ⊹

Percy Jackson

Multiple

Cuddle/Sleep Headcanons 💤🌙

Percy Jackson

General Percy Jackson dating hc⋆°🌊

Grover Underwood

General grover dating headcanons ⋆°🌱

Nico DiAngelo

Nico Di Angelo fluff alphabet

Nico Di Angelo x Child of Hypnos ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

Nico Di Angelo x Son of Hecate ☾

General Nico Di Angelo dating hc ☠︎︎

Nico Di Angelo x Son of Persephone

Nico Di Angelo x Child of Hades💀

Nico Di Angelo x Son of the fates ♾️

Enemies to lovers with Nico Di Angelo

Leo Valdez

Leo Valdez relationship hc♡

Leo’s the type of guy to…

Leo Valdez x Latina/o reader

Leo Valdez x Child of Apollo ✶ ₊ ⊹

Leo Valdez x Child of Hypnos ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

Leo Valdez x Child of Dionysus 🍇 ₊˚⊹

Leo Valdez x Child of Hecate ☾

Leo Valdez x Child of Poseidon 🌊🐚

Leo Valdez x Child of Athena 𓅓

Obey Me

Leviathan

Levi relationship hc !! :)) <3

Fictif:

Last Legacy

Felix Iskander Escellun

A Night To Remember

Sage Lesath

Playing with sages hair hc

The Arcana

Muriel

Muriel dating headcanons♡

Sally Face

Sal Fisher

SAL FISHER RELATIONSHIP HC ! ₊˚⊹

SAL FISHER JEALOUS HEADCANONS

Sal Fisher Affection hc ! ₊˚⊹

FNAF: movie

Mike Schmidt

Mike Schmidt relationship headcannons !

Mike Schmidt jealousy headcanons !

Our life

Cove Holden

Cove Holden x Artist!Reader

Mob Psycho 100

Shigeo Kageyama/Mob

General Mob dating hc

Mob x popular! Reader 🛸

Gravity Falls

Dipper Pines

Dipper Pines relationship hc! ↟

Dipper Pines x Vampire reader 🩸

Dipper Pines x Actor Reader ⭐️

Dipper x drop dead gorgeous!reader

Saiki K

Shun Kaidou

Shun Kaidou x Reader who appears to be cold but is actually soft ❤︎₊ ⊹

Shun Kaidou Dating hc! ❤︎₊ ⊹

Shun Kaidou Fluff Alphabet ❤︎₊ ⊹

Shun Kaidou x Famous Artist! Reader

#gn reader #female reader #male reader #fanfic #fluff #fanfic fluff #damian wayne x reader #hiro hamada x reader #fluff headcanons #sally face #obey me x reader #fnaf michael afton #across the spiderverse #the arcana x male reader #the arcana game #last legacy fictif #last legacy #dc comics #damian wayne x male reader

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animasola86 · 5 months

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Smutmas: Take your anger (and stick it where the sun don't shine!)

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x m!reader

Genre: Angst/Smut // Words: 3.9k // [Read on AO3]

Warnings: NSFW! MDNI! Explicit sexual content! Hate sex, oral, anal, mutual masturbation, double the amount of dicks!

Synopsis: You and Sebastian are both flawed boys and there is only one way to let out that pent-up frustration.

Notes: Beware: I am entering my explicit gay porn era! But hear me out: I, as the author, identify as female (and do not possess any male genitalia), and I believe most of my audience does too, but I wanted to try something new, so here we go. Don't worry, I did my research, yet I hope it was enough to convey what is going on.

Last warning: There's gay smut below! Read at your own risk!

Take your anger (and stick it where the sun don't shine)

“You insufferable little shit!” you could hear Sebastian's voice behind you. As you turned around, you saw him stomping right at you. You recognised his angry stance immediately.

“What did I do?” you asked innocently, putting your hands on your hips as you waited for him to reach you. You wondered how you angered the Slytherin this time (until the memory came back to you), though it didn't really matter either way, because when he stopped right in front of you, he glared at you out of dark eyes, working his jaw, and then grabbed your tie and pulled you unceremoniously after him. “Hey, easy!” you tried again as you stumbled along but to no avail.

Moments later, you found yourself being pushed into an empty classroom, heard the door being closed and enchanted, so no one would disturb you. You should have been more surprised, or even alarmed, but you knew the drill. This wasn't the first time Sebastian Sallow took his anger out on you.

Frankly, you were kind of hoping he would find you after you had convinced Madam Scribner that it had been Sebastian who was responsible for a bookshelf to collapse and burst into flames in the library the other day – when it had been you all along because you were still struggling to control that blasted ancient magic coursing through your veins, and sometimes things just happened, mostly destructive things.

And because it was easier to distract yourself rather than to deal with a problem head-on, a notion you certainly shared with the brunet pinning you to the wall right now, you often found yourself in his presence when you needed to take care of the steam threatening to burst free.

“You landed me a week in detention!” he growled and stared at you.

You raised your eyebrows. “Only a week? She threatened to expel me if I didn't tell --”

“So you admit that you blamed me? For something you did, presumably? You bastard!” Sebastian grunted and grabbed your shoulder to turn you around, pressing your chest against the wall. “You could have just asked to spend time together, you know?” he added in a lower voice as his hand slipped down the front of your breeches, his fingers expertly gliding over the stiff fabric.

He was right of course. You started doing those stunts to see him, meet him in detention, meet him anywhere really, because you couldn't think of anyone else who you could share your anger and frustration with than the boy behind you. You'd been to hell and back together these last years, and somehow when things got really bad, you always found yourself next to him, very, very close to him.

If anyone had ever told you that you would feel the most relaxed with another boy's dick up your arse, then you would have laughed and felt ashamed and frankly would not have believed them. But it was true. Anger sex was your go-to method of calming down again.

So you forced yourself to play along, counter his rage, defy it as best as you could with your cock already throbbing against the tight confines of your trousers. Even though your frustration had been running high these last days, causing the outburst in the library, you felt your own anger deflating the moment you felt Sebastian's hand palming your crotch roughly. Actually you always seemed to ease up the moment you saw his warm eyes on you or heard his voice in your ear.

Yet you'd never tell him how he made you feel, you wanted him to hate you, you wanted the unbridled wrath he could unleash upon you. So you kept pranking him, teasing him, angering him in any way or form. Because deep down you knew he needed it as well. He needed someone to handle the conflicting emotions running through him, chewing on his insides, destroying him slowly from within, ever since things went downhill in your fifth year.

Sebastian had lost everything that year and had found himself in a very dark place that only you had been brave enough to enter. Mainly because you were there too, for different reasons, but you still shared the rage coursing through your veins. The grief, the anger, the disappointment, the feeling of being all alone in the world, trying to shoulder things you were too young and inexperienced to handle.

It had been the end of the year, everyone had been exhilarated to celebrate the House Cup, to leave Hogwarts for the summer holidays, but you had found yourself huddled away, still in disbelief that you had lost your mentor and that everyone else seemed to have forgotten about it rather quickly. The battle of Hogwarts was no longer on the front pages, everyone had moved on. Yet you couldn't, because you still felt the energy pulsing through you of when you had absorbed Isidora's corrupted magic.

While you had tried to figure out what to do next now that the Keepers had abandoned you for defying them, you had met another lost soul in the dimly lit hallway. Sebastian had still been dealing with the loss and abandonment of his sister, the broken friendship with Ominis and the outrage that had killed his uncle, so when you two had met each other in the shadows while everyone else celebrated the end of the year, you had quickly found yourself in a dark corner, with no word spoken between you as he had rammed his cock into your underprepared arse.

The pain had numbed your anger, and quickly you had become addicted to the sensation. And now, two years later, you had made it a habit of completely driving him insane, bring out his rage, to feel it all over again. You both knew why you'd do it also and somehow he still played along, though you knew he was secretly impressed by your creativity of finding new ways to get him to hate you.

“Where's the fun in just asking you out?” you muttered back as he proceeded to grope you through your breeches. “You know I hate being boring...”

“Oh I know you do,” he grunted into your ear as he pressed his groin against your arse. “Can't do anything the normal way...”

“What's normal anyway?” you whispered as your hand moved around to grab at his thigh. “Definitely not this...”

“No, definitely not this,” he repeated and you could feel his hot breath on your neck as he leaned in to bite at your pulse. You couldn't help but wince when his teeth nibbed at your sensitive skin and frankly you were past hiding all those little twitches he was able to coax out of you.

“It wouldn't be the same,” you started, taking another sharp breath as you felt his fingers undoing your buttons before slipping into the newly created opening to tease at your dick. “I can't even imagine doing this normally with you. What would that look like? Would you buy me flowers and treat me to a nice meal? Out on a cosy date in Hogsmeade for everyone to see? Would you --”

“For Merlin's sake, shut up already!” he grunted, pushing you against the wall as he let go of you. You couldn't help the smirk from playing around the corner of your lips. He saw it when he suddenly spun you around by the shoulders once more, glaring at you out of those dark eyes that made you weak in the knees (not that you would have ever admitted to that). “You really like to hear yourself talk, eh?”

You scoffed and merely glared back at him. Shaking his head, he then grabbed your waist and forced your breeches down, your undergarments with it, and when you stood in front of him, literally butt naked, it was his turn to smirk at you. With his hand on your shoulder, he pushed you down until you were on your knees, looking up with your smug expression unfaltering.

“Look at you,” he muttered, tilting his head. “You pathetic little worm, kneeling in front of me with your trousers down like a bloody whore. Use that damn mouth of yours for better things, why don't you!”

Your hands were at the buttons of his breeches before he even stopped talking down at you. Undoing them with nimble fingers, you quickly freed his hardening erection from its confines and grabbed it roughly, causing him to stumble slightly. He shot you an even darker glance, but didn't say anything as he watched you do what you seemed to be doing best, at least in his eyes.

Leaning in with your eyes fixed on his freckled face, you gave his shaft a long skim of your tongue, taking in every single little reaction you caused in him. One hand moved up to cup his balls and give them a tight squeeze before you grabbed his length with the other and stroked it expertly as you focused the movement of your tongue to his tip, circling and lapping at it, sucking and nibbling on his sensitive skin until you heard the first little groan escaping him.

The sound vibrated through your entire body and you leaned back and watched him curiously, licking your lips as you did so. Your hand kept moving, firmly pushing his skin up and down, until you pressed your thumb to his slit and forced the first droplets of precum out of him. A shiver rushed through him and you saw him clenching his fists at his sides.

You leaned back in and closed your lips around the agitated crown of his cock, tasting and smelling that special musk you cherished so much, that would make your own body shudder in excitement. Of course you held back for now, focusing on him while your own dick stood tall and proud, bumping against your lower stomach with every bob of your head as you pushed yourself onto him and took him into your mouth as deep as possible.

As you felt him pressing against the back of your throat, you closed your eyes and held your breath, but you fought your gag reflex for now and pushed further until your nose was buried in his curly hairs. He grunted loudly as you forced his tip into your tight throat and when you leaned back again, you spluttered slightly and wiped a strand of saliva off your lips as you looked up at him.

He watched you darkly as you continued stroking him with a firm grasp, before you dove back in and repeated the same motion over and over again, each time holding him longer and deeper in your throat until you felt your eyes watering and his body shuddering more and more.

“Fuck!” he spat and grabbed your shoulders in support, his fingers digging into your shirt as he jerked his hips against your face.

You relished in his noises and involuntarily reactions as you kept bobbing your head on him, moving with the slight bucking of his hips, feeling him hardening to the point more and more precum leaked out of his tip. You lapped at it hungrily, the wet slurping noises filling the empty classroom.

Suddenly he gripped your hair and pulled you off him, red spots dancing on his cheeks as he stared down at you. “Get up and turn around,” he told you gruffly and you got to your feet and did what he told you, your trousers still pooling around your ankles as he positioned himself behind you.

He pushed his hard erection between your cheeks and leaned around you, grabbing your previously unattended dick with a fierce grip as he started stroking you, his chin resting on your shoulder, his shallow breaths right in your ear. You couldn't help the shivers running down your spine at the sensations and the little moan escaping your slightly aching throat. Closing your eyes, you leaned into his touch, even pushed your rear against him invitingly.

Not that Sebastian Sallow needed a formal invitation to do anything, he always took what he wanted, and right now, it was to drive his cock into your arse. With one hand on your dick, giving you those needed pumps, his other hand moved around your left butt cheek, groping and kneading it until he teased his thumb against the tight ring of muscles. You inhaled sharply when he pushed past the resistance and forced his digit in deeper.

You felt your legs trembling when he poked around until he pressed firmly against your prostate, coaxing a deep grunt out of you that made you stumble against his touch. You almost came right in his hand there, but then he pulled his thumb out and even let go of your dick, before grabbing your hips and guiding you back towards his cock.

Swallowing hard, you realized you were never really prepared for his intrusion and even though he had gotten better at making it less painful over the last years, it would still always take your breath away when he would fill your arse. This time he pushed his tip firmly against your tight hole and you inhaled deeply, trying to relax, before he used a sharp snap of his hips to push his length all the way into you until you felt his balls slapping against your sensitive skin.

A groan escaped you and you had to put your hands on the wall in front of you in support as he dug his fingers into your hips and just rested there for a moment, buried deep in your bum, giving you the chance to adjust to his size. He had gotten softer for sure, you thought, the Sebastian from two years ago wouldn't have given a damn about how much pain he would inflict on you, he might even have opted to make you suffer more than was necessary.

But this version of the boy behind you seemed to listen for your noises, wait for the shudders of your body to subside, before he finally started moving. Slowly retreating, until his tip was gripped by your tight entrance, then pushing back in with a quick jerk of his hips, back and forth, over and over again until you heard yourself moaning louder.

His hands were on your waist as the slapping of skin against skin filled your ears and all you could feel was the relentless rhythm of his cock sliding in and out of your arse and his pelvis slamming against your cheeks. You were groaning and moaning in unison now, a low rumble of noises mixing with the sounds of your bodies pushing together.

You felt light-headed quickly, but even in your haze, you felt the need to lower a hand and grab onto your own dick to release a little bit of that tension. Yet at the same time he had slowed his movements and leaned around to grab it too, your hands touching involuntarily. Despite the rather rough nature of your 'love making', it still sent pleasant shivers down your spine when his fingers would brush against yours, be it in class or the library when you reached for the same book, or in the middle of having him rail you into the wall, it always felt exhilarating.

Instead of withdrawing or slapping your hand away, he slipped his fingers between yours and guided them towards your cock so you started to stroke your throbbing member together. More moans escaped your throat and you couldn't help but lean your head against his shoulder as you felt your balls tightening under the combined ministrations of your hands.

He buried himself deep in your clenching arse and started grinding his hips slowly, pushing his girth against your sensitive muscles and all the right spots. You grunted deeply, biting your lip as all the sensations at once caused your dick to twitch in your combined hold. He seemed to notice your struggle to move on your own, so he kept stroking you fiercely, his own grunts loud in your ear, and when you came with a low growl, he wrapped his arm around your stomach and held you close, keeping you steady as you felt thick ropes of cum spurting out of your tip and dripping down both of your hands.

He let you rest for a small moment, holding you tightly as you leaned against him, his breath hot on your cheek as he turned his head towards you. You watched him out of the corner of your eye, panting badly, and when your eyes met, there seemed to be another one of those unspoken agreements you both had perfected over the last years.

You saw him smirk and then he let go of you and pushed you back against the wall, his hands on your hips, before he continued to move inside you once more, slow at first, but then faster and faster, as he drove himself deeper and deeper into your tight space with reckless abandon. Your noises of quiet whimpers and deep moans mixed with his grunts and the never-ending slapping of skin against skin when he fell into a rapid rhythm of slamming his hips against your cheeks.

There was the power you had needed, the raw emotion, the unbridled rage, as he rammed his cock into you at an impressively fast and deep rhythm, his length and girth stretching and prodding your muscles with each powerful thrust. You fought against the sensation, forcing your legs to stop trembling beneath you, your entire body tense from the experience.

But this was what you had wanted, all of it, and you craved the pain that came when your muscles started contracting around him, working against you instead of with you. You could have relaxed and let him have it, it would have been so easy, but you were too stubborn and frankly quite the masochist, because you needed every aching muscle, every screaming nerve, every burning sensation.

It was the only thing that kept you from losing your mind. And so you gritted your teeth and strained your arms against the wall as he kept rocking your body back and forth, over and over again, his grunts mixing with yours, as his fingers dug painfully into your hips, his balls slapping against you as his cock moved in and out relentlessly, the delicious heat of the friction driving you almost insane with pleasure.

You felt your dick harden all over again, but you couldn't give it any attention at this moment because it was Sebastian's turn to let go. With a loud growl, he gave you one final powerful thrust that rippled through your entire body as he buried himself as deep as possible before you felt his cock throbbing and twitching as he emptied himself inside your tight arse, his hot seed filling you up completely.

He kept grunting as more and more shudders rushed through him, more and more cum spurting out of him and into you, and as you savoured the warm feeling spreading inside you, you lowered a shaking hand and gave your own dick a few much needed squeezes before you came as well again, your body spasming against his as you leaned your sweaty forehead against the wall, unable to stop your legs from shaking beneath you this time.

Inhaling deeply, you tried to catch your breath, while the boy behind you leaned his entire weight on your back, his arms snaking around your stomach as he held onto you, his cock still twitching inside you. You let him have this rather tender moment and closed your eyes, but as soon as you relaxed against him and even raised a hand to put on his arm, a gesture that was usually too intimate for your liking, he retreated again, standing up straight and slowly pulling out of your clenching hole.

You let out another moan and a surprised grunt when he suddenly slapped your butt cheek with his flat hand, the pain rippling through you deliciously. It didn't however mask the emptiness you felt with his cock no longer lodged inside your bum, and without his girth, your muscles worked hard to move back into their original form, causing his seed to pump out of you relentlessly.

You rather enjoyed the warm sensation of being so full, but gravity and whatever other forces worked ruthlessly against you, leaving you to desire this whole spectacle all over again. Sighing deeply, you eventually leaned down to grab your trousers and undergarments, ready to pull them back up, but before you could do anything, you were suddenly spun around, almost stumbling against Sebastian as he pushed your bare backside against the wall, his eyes boring into yours.

Despite the intense gaze, you couldn't help but break eye contact and look down his front. His spent cock was still out, glistening in your combined juices, yet your eyes lingered on his wand in his hand. For a moment you wondered what he wanted to do, and when he grabbed your throat with his free hand you were really concerned for a second, but he only held you in place while he moved his wand over your soiled skin and cleaned your mutual messes.

You watched him intently, despite the tight grip of his fingers this might have been the gentlest gesture you witnessed him express towards you ever. He usually left you a shuddering, defiled mess (and you were there for it), but having him wash you so thoroughly, was certainly something else. When he was done, he pocketed his wand and let go of your throat, only to bend down and grab your breeches before he pulled them back up and helped you get dressed again.

You were more than confused, yet somehow oddly intrigued by this turn of events. As he grabbed your dick and shoved it back behind the confines of your trousers, you raised your hands and did the same to him. He seemed equally surprised and your eyes met for a long, heated moment. Despite sharing the most intimate desires of both of your bodies, you had never indulged in the more romantic kinds of affection, like kissing or hand holding or even hugging, in that order.

Both of you had resorted to the most extreme type of being together and never looked back, but standing before Sebastian now, staring into his dark eyes, you felt the need to take several steps back and redefine your relationship. Might also be the post-nut clarity, you weren't sure. Whatever it was, the moment quickly faded when he took a literal step back from you and tilted his head, looking you over grimly.

“Next time you need to do this, just send me an owl or something,” he told you gruffly and moved a hand through his messy hair. “I really can't have you ruin my reputation any further.”

“What reputation?” you replied with a low chuckle and a smirk. “I'm only adding to the already existing one... You did that to yourself.”

He groaned and gave you a glare, before he turned around and headed to the door. “I mean it...” he called back over his shoulder.

“I know,” you said and watched him leave. “Expect my owl then.”

Sooner than later, you wanted to add, but you didn't want to come across as too desperate. Though he probably already knew that and frankly you couldn't care less. You needed him as much as he needed you. Not just his cock up your bum, the entire package. And perhaps there was even one of those chaste kisses for you in the future, who knew.

End notes: I've always been a yaoi lover and it still took me more than seven months of being in this fandom to actually write something like this, oh well.

I was certainly channeling the snarky boy that is the male mc when writing this, I can just hear his voice taunting Seb.

Again I took inspiration from this Smutmas prompts list, so here we have Day 4: Anal and Hate Sex. As you can see I'm not doing those in order or even consistently, I just write them as they come (out of my brain).

Thank you for reading!

By the way, I have three other oneshots that are not exclusively female oriented, but gender neutral:

The Ghost under the Table (a bj in the library)

Just Breathe (an angsty love confession)

Just another adventure, right? (angsty first kiss)

MASTERLIST - KINKTOBER - AO3

#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow smut #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy smut #sebastian sallow x reader #reader insert #sebastian sallow x m!mc #male reader #smutmas 2023 #smutmas #smutmas day 4

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supercap2319 · 2 months

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"Not that it matters, but I was thinking we should get a bite to eat sometime." Y/N said. He was watching Brandon build a fence all shirtless and sweaty. Their parents had been friends for years, and Y/N always had a crush on Brandon, but he was with Ruby. Now, he was single. Not that Y/N would ever assume that Brandon was anything less than straight.

Brandon pounded a wooden stake into the ground and narrowed his eyes at Y/N. "A bite to eat, eh? What like a date?"

"What? No. Not a date. Who said anything about a date? I mean, I certainly didn't." Y/N rambles.

Brandon chuckled. "Too bad it wouldn't be a date. I was actually looking forward to it." He winks.

"Really?"

"Really."

#andrew horton #andrew horton x male reader #jupiter's legacy #Jupiter's legacy x male reader #Brandon Sampson #Brandon Sampson x male reader #paragon #Paragon x male reader

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terminallybrainrot · 1 year

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Perhaps some M! Reader and Sebastian somewhere risky?

Part 2 of my HuffleSmut series.

Part 1 Part 3

M/M 18+ 3.3k

Risky Business

Sebastian had been making eyes at you across the table for an hour now, the soft noise of shuffling books and the smell of parchment being all that was keeping you grounded. After what had happened in the hidden Herbology Corridor, things had been a bit awkward the past few days. To ease the tension, you two had decided to study together for a, rather important mind you, Herbology exam tomorrow. But it seemed Sallow was preoccupied.

His shoe tapped against yours for the third time, and you finally lifted your eyes from your textbook, looking at him through your lashes.

"If you plan on continuing to pester m-"

"You're torturing me."

Sebastians' words caught you off guard, not sure what he meant, or why the pink on his cheeks was so alluring in contrast with his dark hair.

"W-what?" You asked, confused as your eyes found his hands. They were tapping his wand against his leg repeatedly, his eyes locked on your features. His face cracked in a smirk at your question and he rolled his eyes, the tapping on his leg wavering momentarily.

"In the halls. In classes." Sebastian lowered his voice, cocking his head to the side. "The way you look at me, the way you…" he trailed off, looking down at your neck, then to your shoulder. "It's almost as if you're avoiding me."

You felt your face heat up immensely, your breath getting caught in your throat at the heavy look and words from the Slytherin across from you. You hadn't talked about what had happened since it did, the memory of the other boy's body pressed against your own making you feel like your stomach was doing summersaults.

"Are you avoiding me?" He asked, kicking your shoe once again, pulling your eyes away from his lips to meet his gaze.

"No! No, not at all, Sebastian- I just-" you stammered, bringing a hand up from your quill to run it through your hair. "I've been busy, and I haven't seen you much except in the halls like you said and-"

Sebastian smiled softly as he stared at you, watching you struggle.

You shifted under his gaze, readjusting in your seat as the heat on your cheeks deepened. "I wanted to.. to ask you if you were free this weekend someti-"

The sudden noise of Sebastian's chair sliding against wood, and the image of him standing startled you slightly, watching him walk over to your side of the table and lean down. His face was very close to yours, and you could smell the smoke that clung to his hair; he must have been to Crossed Wands earlier that day.

"Come with me." Sebastian whispered, breath against your ear as his hands that were on the table in front of you found your shoulder. The contact with the bruise that he had left day's previous was still present, and it made you shudder, a jolt going through you.

Without hesitation, you stood, fumbling with your wand to send all of your books and parchment up to your dorm. Sebastian leaned against the nearest bookshelf, eyes dancing between you, and the rest of the library. Luckily, there weren't many other students, just a few small groups in the open space beneath you.

Sebastian tapped his shoe impatiently, a soft sigh leaving him. "This year, please." He demanded, voice quiet and deep. You turned to look at him over your shoulder, fumbling a book at the look on his face; he was staring at you through hooded eyes, his jaw set and arms crossed. Feeling your face turn scarlet, you quickly turned back around and hastily flicked your wand, all of your belongings apparating to your dorm in an instant.

As you turned back to face Sebastian again, you were greeted with the sight of him walking away and down the spiral staircase. You cocked your head to the side but followed at his heels, your yellow gold tie swishing in your face from the wind as you did so.

"Sebastian, where a-"

"Hush."

You closed your mouth and stared at the back of his head, tracing the curls as you followed him down and around a few bookcases, nearing the back of the library. Looking around, you were becoming more and more confused. The tables with students at them were a mere fifteen feet away, their soft whispers not audible. Going to protest again, you looked over at Sebastian, but saw him with a key in his hand, unlocking the restricted section of the library.

Starting at the sight, you quickly stepped in front of him, blocking the rest of the library's view of him as his hands worked. "What are you doing?!" You whisper yelled, your palms becoming sweaty as you glanced over at Scribner, her desk empty. "Sebastian, please tell me you have a note from a Professor allowing you t-"

"If you don't shut up, I'm going to cast a sealing charm on your mouth." Sebastian looked up at you from his crouched position, brown eyes staring at you through his lashes. "And I do not want to do that." His voice was so low even you could barely hear it, but you caught his drift, and it immediately went to your core. Heat filled your cheeks and you looked away, worried what would happen if you held the gaze any longer.

Hearing the clinking sound of the lock opening, you looked back at the gate, which was now slightly ajar. Sebastian looked down at you as he stood and began to usher you through, his hand lingering on your waist painfully. You bit the inside of your cheek as you slipped through the opening, nervously looking back at the students, praying you weren't seen. "Just go, we're fine." Sebastian reassuringly whispered close behind you, and you let out a little huff of exasperation, hurriedly walking through the small room and over to the staircase.

You walked down it a few steps, just enough for the top of your head not to be seen by anyone looking in through the caged slates, and looked up at Sebastian. "Sebastian, where are you taking me?" You asked, eyebrows upturned in a plea, but a smile finding your lips at the situation he had put you in. He looked down at you and cocked his head, his normally bright and warm brown eyes having something of an edge to them now, and it made your stomach tighten.

Sebastian walked down a few steps, grabbing your hand and leading you down further into the room below. "What? Never been into the restricted section without permission? Don't tell me you're scared, Hufflepuff." The tease washed over you, and you felt your ears heat up next, embarrassment at not only the feeling of his hand on yours but also the mocking of your house. A twisting in your stomach made you feel like you were going to be sick, your eyes darting from the hand holding your own, then to Sebastian's shoulders, almost tripping over your shoes at the last step of the stairs.

Suddenly, the grip on your hand got tighter, and you felt your back be pushed against a wall. You let out a soft noise of confusion, but all words died in your mouth at the feeling of Sebastian's lips being pressed against yours. Your eyes were wide, searching the freckled face of the boy so close to you, smelling the scent of his aftershave as your eyes fluttered closed. He hummed happily at the contact as if your lips were the only thing he had wanted all day, and you melted into the feeling of him against you, his frame pushing you further against the wall. Only noticing that your hands had found their way up to Sebastian's hair when your fingers were tugging at his curls, receiving a pleased noise from the Slytherin at the tension.

You could've stayed like that forever, feeling the heat radiating off of his body, his hand on your hip, drawing you closer against his thigh. God- his thigh. The way his fingers were digging into your hip, attempting to stop you from squirming, was just driving you down, his thigh positioned right between your legs. All you could do was try to wiggle away from the friction, but it was no good. Your lips parted as he moved his leg, your cock straining against your trousers, and Sebastian took the invitation inside your mouth gladly. He dipped his tongue between your lips and through your teeth as he pressed it against your own, his hum of satisfaction vibrating against your mouth.

A shuddered breath left you as he jerked his leg up, your thigh now positioned between his legs as well. You could feel how hard he was through his trousers, a tiny hint of pride swelling in your chest as you lifted your hips, wanting to feel it pressed against you more. However, your eyes opened at the feeling of his mouth leaving yours, barely catching a glimpse of Sebastian's face before he dipped down to lick at your neck. His face was flush, bright red covering his freckles, and his curls sticking to his forehead from the heat of your bodies pressing together.

At the feeling of his tongue on your neck, dragging down to the curve of your collarbone, you weren't able to contain the noises that Sebastian's mouth had muffled. A breathy curse escaped your lips as he bit down and sucked at the dip in your shoulder, your fingers tangling in his curls and breathing in the scent of him. "Ow- not so ha-" you started, but it lasted into a long moan as he bit down harder, teeth sinking deeper as he pressed his knee up to give your cock some attention. You almost came at that, not expecting the attention to detail of your body that the Slytherin was already seemingly in tune with, but he pulled away again.

"What-" you managed, looking up at him with lust-blown pupils. Sebastian was looking around the corner, his eyes narrowed. Your own eyes widened, fear shooting through you as you remembered you weren't supposed to be down here at all, let alone having an all-out snog fest. "Is there someone com-" Sebastian slapped a hand over your mouth, silencing you at once. Your cock twitched, to utter embarrassment, and it seemed Sebastian noticed because his eyes flicked down to between you, then back around the corner.

Without speaking, he brought his free hand away from your hip and began to paw at you through your pants, a jolt shooting through your spine at the contact. He stopped and brought a finger up to his lips, eyes never leaving whatever he was watching across the hallway, then placed his hand back on you. It was torture. Your fingers gripped at the fabric of his trousers around his thighs, then at his shirt, then back down to his thighs, not being able to keep still as it took every cell in your being to not rock your hips up and keep the noises in your throat down.

"Is someone there?"

The airy, wispy voice of a woman drifted through the air, sending a chill through you in fear, but Sebastian didn't stop. His hand continued to paw at your painfully hard cock, and he even began to rock his hips forward to connect with your thigh, his lips parting in a silent moan as he watched around the corner. You could've died from anxiety, but the image of him above you, pressing against you, his hand unlacing your trousers sloppily; it was terrifying, and it made you want to cum in your pants right then and there.

He suddenly shot you a look, his eyes locking on yours for just a moment. "You better not cum." He whispered, just audible enough for you to read his lips and piece together the words. You practically whimpered, your state of desperation becoming more and more dire as he finally got your laces undone, his hand finally, finally, touching you just through your underclothes. Sebastian stopped and squeezed, a threat in his eyes as he looked back around the corner. You couldn't help but let out a noise at the grip, then the relief as he continued to stroke you softly.

"Someone… down here…?"

The voice of the woman said again, this time it sounded closer, but it didn't seem like Sebastian was worried, his hips having found a rhythm, and his chest starting to heave with effort. You felt a heat in your core, your breathing catching in your throat, and you knew if he didn't stop you were going to ruin your uniform. You grabbed his hand with your own shaking one, and Sebastian looked away from the corner and down at you. He was gorgeous. His face was pink, lips parted, eyes blown with lust. He looked at you questioningly, but you mustered all the courage you had in yourself and took a deep breath.

You brought your hands down to the buttons on his trousers, undoing them quickly and freeing Sebastian from his, probably painful, constraints. He let out a soft hum of encouragement and pleasure despite himself, his eyes fluttering at the feeling of your fingers wrapping around him. You drank in the sight, eyes wide as you began to move your hand up and down, slow at first, just watching as his brow became upturned and his jaw clenched.

His eyes opened, looking down at you, and you shrank away, your hand stuttering in its movements. "Don't stop now, 'Puff." He purred, almost growled, as he dipped back to where he had been licking at your neck previously. You grit your teeth as you continued, trying desperately to not make any noise, the fear of getting caught and the feeling of Sebastian's tongue making your legs turn to jelly. A curse left Sebastian's mouth as your fingers drug over the tip of his cock, smearing precum down the base and speeding up your movements.

"Fuck-" Sebastian's voice was deep and low in your ear, the noise sending shivers down your spine and directly to your cock. "Hold on." Feeling Sebastian pull back slightly, you halted your movements, listening to the way he sounded in your ear. And then suddenly, his fingers were taking you out of your underclothes, your cock pressed against Sebastians. You made a noise of surprise, partially out of not expecting him to do that, and also at being able to properly compare with the Slytherin. Not only was he girthier than you, but he also had an inch on your length, a slightly embarrassed look crossing your face.

However, it was replaced with a look of sheer pleasure as you watched Sebastian spit in his palm, then bring your cocks together, his hand working you in rhythm. Your head fell back against the wood of the wall, your hand coming up to muffle your mouth. "Mm- I felt you twitch. I didn't know you were into risky places." Sebastian teased, but his voice was strained, and you could tell he was the one to be more excited about your situation than you were. His face was back in the crook of your neck, and you had to move your hand, instead deciding to nuzzle your own face into Sebastian's hair.

He smelled like sweat and smoke, the combination making your head spin. Through the haze of pleasure and the fog in your mind, you did something you wouldn't have normally done unless explicitly asked. Tilting your head slightly, you let your tongue lap against Sebastian's neck, the taste of salt filling your mouth. A surprised hum came from the boy against you, as if in encouragement, and you took it in full stride. You licked again, this time receiving a shudder, Sebastian's hand speeding up. A moan came from deep in your throat, not being able to control it, and Sebastian shushed you.

Not wanting to make any noise, and knowing you were close, you took inspiration from what Sallow had done day's previous. Opening your mouth, you sunk your teeth deep into the curve of Sebastian's neck, letting yourself revel in the taste of him. And, to your complete surprise, Sebastian let out a low, deep groan, his hips rocking up in a stuttering rhythm. "Oh fuck-" he praised, pressing his neck closer to you, your teeth digging in deeper, definitely leaving an impression. Not a moment later, you felt the warm splash of cum soaking into your uniform, the incredible sound of Sebastian stuttering out a string of curses as he came all over your stomach.

As Sebastian rode out his high, his palm tightened around you both, his movements sloppy and fast. The mix of his noises, scent, and hands' desperate motion sent you over the edge just after, not feeling the need to hold back as Sallow had commanded earlier. Your fingers gripped at his hair and shirt fabric, squeezing your eyes closed as you felt your hips stutter as you rocked into Sebastian's palm, a moan coming from you despite your efforts. You felt yourself mutter his name as you painted his forearm, not being able to stop yourself in your string of noises, all of your senses solely focused on him.

Both of you stood there for a moment, heavy breaths hanging in the air between you, Sebastian's hand slowly coming away and releasing you. Your face was on fire, and your neck ached where Sebastian had been abusing it, again.

"Students?"

The voice made you yelp, and you shoved yourself into your trousers at lightning speed. You could just make out the shape of a blurred woman, her wispy blue figure letting you know you had been spotted by a ghost. Just barely being able to tell Sebastian had made himself decent, he grabbed your wrist and the two of you began running, the ghost woman calling after you in an accusatory manner. You felt like your heart was going to explode out of your chest, your face scarlet with fear and embarrassment and afterglow.

Seeing Sebastian fumble to grab his wand from his trousers, he opened the gate to the restricted section, the two of you bursting through it quickly, leaving it wide open as you darted and zigzagged through the bookshelves. Sebastian looked back at you, his face was red and smiling, bright white teeth flashing in a mischievous grin as he tugged you through the door, leaving the library.

You continued to run, not wanting to be anywhere near the library when the ghost came up to tell Scribner of your… activities. Still holding Sebastian's hand, you reached the corridor that you would need to split to go to your respective common rooms. You stopped running and looked up at Sebastian, his curls falling into his face and holding a stitch in his side. An airy laugh escaped you as you looked back the way you came, making sure you weren't being followed.

"'Puff." Sebastian was looking at you now, his smile still present, but it had intention behind it. "Don't keep me waiting like that again, yeah?"

You felt your chest burst into flames and you just nodded as Sebastian squeezed your hand. "Tomorrow?" He asked, mischief glinting behind his big brown eyes, a hint of something there that you didn't understand yet. You nodded again and he brought your hand up, kissed your knuckles, then turned and started to jog towards his common room.

You stood there for a moment, watching him leave, looked down at your hand, smiled, then turned and left as well. "Tomorrow." You muttered to yourself, bringing your cloak up around your neck further, your shoes tapping against the polished floor as you made your way to the kitchens.

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“you wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid.”

- Josie

“you wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid.”

pronouns: he/him/his, male

may butcher Josie's personality, haven't watched the show in a while

"I can't believe you'd do something so reckless! I mean, do you ever think? What if something had happened?! What if-"

"I took care of the monster and saved Hope, Josette. Christ, what more do you want from me?"

"What more do I want from you? What more do I want from you? I want you to stop being so careless! Hope could've gotten hurt if your rogue plan hadn't worked! You could've gotten hurt."

The students of Salvatore Boarding School were quick to move out of the way for the two as they walked down the halls and toward the dorms. Most were keen on staying out of the way of two equally irritated supernaturals, especially when one was a powerful witch and the other a strong werewolf.

Their footsteps thundered down the hall, the lights occasionally flickering when Josie spoke and (Y/N)'s eyes alternating between gold and (E/C). The other students could only hopelessly glance at each other and pray the dorms remained intact by the time the two calmed down and went their separate ways.

"Here's a brilliant idea, Josette. Why don't you stop caring so much about everyone around you and start worrying about yourself? You got distracted-"

"Because you suddenly disappeared on us!" Josie nearly shrieked, prompting the lights to flicker violently until she took in a deep breath to calm her racing heart and the annoyance bubbling inside her. (Y/N) merely casted a glance over his shoulder at the witch and tossed open the door to his dorm. Shooting his dormmate a glare, the other werewolf scrambled out of the room and shouldered past Josie.

"And why do you care? Your sister was there, your father was there. All you've done since I joined this school is whine about one thing and cry about another whenever I so much as breathe."

"Because all you've done since joining the school is cause trouble! You dethroned Jed and took his pack, you constantly go into fights without thinking, you sleep around with anyone who shows interest-"

"What the hell does my personal life have to do with this?!"

Josie's cheeks flushed and she turned her head away from him with a quiet huff. "B-Because... because teen pregnancy is a serious issue and we don't need more hybrids running around."

"Is that it? Really? It's not because you wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid? It's not because you're jealous? It's not because you've been waiting for me to realize you like me?"

"I-I-I don't know what you're talking about. I don't like you. Y-You're... you're my classmate! My dad is the headmaster, it's my duty to make sure his students are safe." Josie stuttered, her face turning a deeper shade of red that only intensified when (Y/N) stepped into her personal space.

"What do you want, Josie? Just tell me the truth."

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The Art of Seduction: Malachai “Kai” Parker P.2

Character: Malachai “Kai” Parker x male reader

Universe: Vampire Dairies/Legacies

Warnings: Smut, Kinky

Authors note: Hello, you beautiful people! I was confronted with a little problem. To your info, this never should’ve been written. This series was planned as one-shots, but I foolishly did not mention that anywhere. Therefore, as @obviouslyhex requested the second part in a repost, I felt compelled to do it. To make sure I made myself clear, never try anything this sneaky and cheeky again! I rather have a DM or a Comment under the post. But thank you for your interest in my work! Despite all of that, I actually think this is one of my better works, so hopefully, you can all enjoy the piece that should never have existed.

Life became exciting. To hold Mr. Parker in the dark about me and my past made our play even more enticing. Despite his tough outer shell, I knew it was butter in my hands. The day after I got him to bend me over his desk to fuck me deep with his massive cock, I knew that he was a goner. Already the day after, he almost was like a love-drunken puppy. It made me a little sick.

He was supposed to be that big evil psychopath playing with people’s feelings and lives. Too easy to get him hooked onto me. I didn’t even have to use my magic to corrupt his mind for me. The touches he'd sneaked in all the time we had seen each other. Standing close to my table, closer than usual, standing perfectly so I could see his bulge, but no one else could.

I knew what he wanted, for me to fall onto my knees and worship his body as his loyal follower he believes I am. But instead, I left his class after the bell rang. He was flabbergasted, ran after me the rest of the day, and tried to get me to bend over for him again and again.

Eventually, it got so bad that I just began to ignore him, letting him hang and craving my touch.

For days, this was everything he had done, almost begging me to touch him in any way,

The moment he felt something different about me, his soft spot for me vanished seemingly out of nowhere. His eyes were cold and stoic, fixated on me as if he wanted to rip my head off and drink me empty. Eventually, that heat surged up inside me again, my cock growing to hardness as his murderous gaze was focused on me once more.

The whole class didn't take his eyes off me, only this time, I loved his attention. When the bell rang, he stood firm and straightened his back. „Everyone can go. Except for you!“ His finger pointed out my figure, voice just as cold as his blood-lusting eyes.

Before everyone had left the room, he came right up to me. He didn't care if anyone could see his hand suddenly gripped my neck tight enough to kill me if he wanted to. My pulse ran a hundred miles an hour. For the first time, I feared him. I knew he would kill me if he wanted to, even though he couldn't. Only the thought of him trying; made me almost cum hands-free in my pants.

Instead of breaking my neck, he pulled me towards him, feet in the air. I didn't have a word in that matter. As his face got closer, I hoped he would bite me and drink some of my blood. But the only friction I got was him breathing in heavily.

„What does that mean?" he asked, whispering in my ear. For a second, I was dumbed out of my brain. I was confused. He ripped open my shirt a little to reveal a freshly healed wound on my shoulder. If he only knew that half my body was covered with these bite wounds.

„I had some fun with one of the werewolf football players.“ After I told him this piece of Information, he squeezed my throat. Thanks to my magic, he couldn’t do real damage, but he did not have to know this. Instead, I licked my lips lasciviously, enjoying the pain he was inflicting on me.

He scoffed, he fucking scoffed, did not even change the neutral line his lips had made. No grin, or sadistic look in his eyes, more a look of disgust.

Carelessly, he suddenly threw me through the air. I landed forcefully against one of the walls. Before I could understand what was happening, I got pulled off the ground again, just to be thrown again, punched in the air, and landed right onto one of the desks.

Covered in blood and even more confused, Mr. Parker finally stopped his attack on my body and turned my body over so that I was lying on my back. „I hope you had fun with this little mud. We'll see if it felt worthy of dying for a quick fuck with a beast."

Up until this point, I never thought that this man would actually hurt me. It happened like that, sinking his teeth into my neck and sucking the blood out of my body. I immediately felt my body weaken.

That was not for long. Soon Mr. Parker fell, his fangs just slipping out of my neck. But the damage to him was already done, and a primal lust in me had awakened.

Concentrating on my healing, using a little bit of my magic, my blood content was filled in mere moments while my wounds were all in unison healed. „That was not a good idea, Mr. Parker, my god!“ I told him with a smirk as I slowly got up from where he had tried to drink me dry.

Standing again, only blood on my skin, but not a single open wound. My back was to the man that just tried to take my life. „I never thought that you would dare to kill me. But maybe, it was for the best.“ Finally, I turned around to him, my eyes completely turquoise, with no pupil or iris, just that one color.

Fear flowed through the body of the man, that never had to fear anything but was feared by everyone else. Incredulous, he looked at me out of big eyes that tried to understand what was happening. With not even the movement of my hand, I only needed my thoughts he began to levitate.

I approached his floating body and ran my fingers over his clothing. They slowly dissolved only the parts my finger had already passed. „It is sad, Mr. Parker. I had so much hope in you. Once I saw the lust for blood in you, the disregard for life, and the hatred for almost everything. I thought I found someone just like me, but in the end, you were just like anyone else; pathetic.“

Shortly after my small monolog, I finally reached his neck, his Adam’s apple, and nervously jumped up and down as I softly caressed it between two fingers. Only to wander further up and feel his trimmed beard beneath my fingertips as they made their way to his sinful lips. So delicious.

I could only bend for a little bit, capturing them with mine. With no fuss, he let me do whatever I wanted. But that was more my fault than his. After getting my back straight again, after that brief chaste kiss, I finally saw what I had been feeling, his big eyes following my every move, so scared, so pathetic.

„For the first time in my life, I felt something when I first looked into your eyes, although I could see that one day you'll be my man. But now I don't know if that's still possible."

While I made eye contact, my right hand roamed over his gorgeous body, caressing his tight, muscular chest and massaging his beautiful, perfectly chiseled abs all the way down to his already rock-hard, big cock. With a few lazy strokes, I felt his pleasure coursing through his body, his cheeks faintly pink.

„Your jealousy got you something that will kill you; my blood. Every cell of my body is filled with magical energy, enough to destroy everything that exists if I lose control. Surely enough to kill a sole vampire, warlock hybrid.“ Slowly I started to stroke his cock more energetically. Though he was doing his best not to show me he was enjoying it, the moans that erupted every now and then gave him away, and I was not even reacting to his loud gasps for air. „But I know a way to save your little… pathetic life. You only have to call me ‚Master‘.“ A dirty smirk appeared on my lips, knowing his ego would not allow something like this.

„Never!“ He brought out after a lot of difficulties.

„I knew you would say that.“ My smirk grew as I let him float around, letting him land on his own desk. I put one of his bare legs on my shoulder and stared straight into his soul. „The werewolf alpha said something similar before I completely broke him while fucking his tight virgin ass in the locker room this morning. He begged me to fill him with my semen, to impregnate him. If I wanted to, I even had the option to make him my breeding whore. With magic as powerful as mine, I only have to decide to do something like this. You know.“

As I talked to him and recounted my past antics, I simultaneously undid my fly, nothing more, and pulled out my own already rock-hard cock. Just as thick as my teachers, although I was half an inch shorter. I was still not fully grown at that point, though.

As soon as my cock head touched his tight, apparently also virgin hole, it started licking precum. Smearing it all over that sweet entrance, I teased it repeatedly but never let it slip in. „Before I let you fuck me…Ohhh, so good! Before I let you fuck me, I was solely a top… Ohhh, man… Guh… Fucking every man I wanted. I hoped you would be… Fuck… were the right man, but no, you are just a fuckhole like any other man!“

More and more moans and groans left my mouth as I grew impatient to only play with the man's hole. „I hope you are ready!“ I yelled at him, not giving him any more time. I pushed past his muscle and rammed myself painfully inside of him.

His hand grabbed his desk and ripped it apart as well. He gritted his teeth to keep me from getting the satisfaction of his screams. „Let it out!“ I ordered him, but he did not listen. So I slapped him hard enough that his head flew to the side. Finally, his painful groans filled the air. „Was it- Fuck- Was it so hard now?“ My question, full of smugness, made him stare at me murderously, dangerously. If he only had never lost this side for me.

„God, your ass is… is perfect- Fuck!“ I grabbed his other leg and threw it over my shoulders as well, grabbed his waist, and began pumping in and out at a brutal rate. Now he was the one who lubricated me with his blood, breaking him from the inside out. But at the same time, making sure that the magic inside my blood did not kill him by taking every bit of excess magic out of him. It was the easiest way.

I never, in my life, had an ass like his; perfectly peachy and still hard as a rock. It felt amazing. Especially his sweet hole. As my pumps became even more brutal, I ran my hands over his magnificent body, for he was already clinging to the wood of his desk for dear life; I didn't need to hold him in place as well.

„You are the single most beautiful man I have ever seen!“ I told him, groaning into his ear, folding him completely. My voice was husky and out of breath. With his knees beside his head, I stared directly into his beautiful blue-grey eyes. „Maybe… Just maybe I will keep you. Make you- God, I am close! Make you in my little cock whore! Fuck! Fuck! I’m coming!“ I screamed finally, spilling my seed deep inside his intestines.

Out of breath, I fell onto his muscular chest and tried to regain control of my breathing. I felt his sides up and down. He was like me, trying to get enough air inside his lungs.

„Even though you're pathetic, you're one hell of a fuck!" I told him when I had gathered enough strength to get off his chest again. He still looked at me out of almost empty eyes, never breaking eye contact. „Oh, did you think that we were finished and you could get to sleep now?“ I asked him in a mocking tone. „Oh poor, stupid Mr. Parker, no, I will fuck you as long as I want, for at least an hour, until my magic is back inside me!“ A devilish grin replaced the smug one I had worn throughout our sexual encounter.

My dick hasn’t left this hole yet. Still rock-hard inside him, I just started moving again. But when I heard his high-pitched whimper, I stopped, only to watch his fat balls squirt another load onto his stomach. „God, you came again, already? I didn’t even need to touch you!“ I grabbed his cock, carefully playing with its head, smearing his cum, all over it. „Pleeasee, stop that!“ He begged me.

"Then cum for me again. Come on bitch I know you want that!" Now more aggressively massaging his cock head, his breathing quickened once more. I only pumped into him shallowly, so his prostate didn't get enough friction.

„Plea-Please fuck me-I need-You have to-“

„Tze, Tze, Tze, I don't have to do anything, my little slut. You are now under my control, and you still have to call me by my title.“ I let it sink in for a while, but he was already fucked stupid enough.

So I took my cock out of his gorgeous ass and pushed it back deep into his gut, and penetrated his prostate once more. Before he could come through, I squeezed his cock painfully and pulled his balls.

„Noooo!“

I just shrugged and fucked him at a brutal pace, still having his balls pulled away in my hand. „We will see how long you can keep this superior attitude up, pretty boy!“

„I’m-I’m- Ughhh… older than, Arghh- you!“

„You think.“ I kissed him again, shutting him up effectively.

As we fell into a peaceful silence, with only our skins clapping onto each other could be heard, I actually lost myself in his eyes. If things were different, maybe I could have loved him, but without such feelings, it's just a handsome face.

But Mr. Parker was more resilient than I thought. Even though I made him my personal cock slut, he remained adamant about being my boss. So I decided to play dirty.

My hand wrapped around his delicious neck, squeezing tightly, but that was not my master plan. He found himself touched everywhere. His eyes rolled back in his head as his body became overworked. Magical minimal touches drove him into insanity. His tongue; sticking out, like the cheap whore he is. All the while, only a shallow airflow held him half-dead. Vampires are a weird thing; On one hand, they're dead, but on the other, as long as there's fresh blood flowing through their veins, they're kind of alive.

That I could even have such thoughts with my fat cock, deep in the most delicious hole of the most beautiful man I have ever seen - was a miracle.

I had lost track of time as soon as my cock entered him. But even though this was the case, Malachai, as I will call him from now on, he has lost all authority in my eyes, looking at me hungrily like that, still did not break.

Therefore my last trick had to be played. Suddenly immeasurable pain filled his head. „I will not ask again, pretty boy.“ I fucked him harder and harder. Quickly I could feel myself approaching another orgasm.

„Please… Please!“ He finally cried out, real salty tears rolling down his cheeks. Maybe he was more alive than I thought.

„I can hear you, and you know what to do to get treated well!“ His lips became a neutral line as he tried his best to endure the pain and the pleasure.

„Master, please,“ he whispered quietly.

„I couldn't hear you!“ My smugness was audible for the man, but he was finally at his breaking point.

„I beg you, Master!“ More tears went down his face. Without an answer, I let go of his balls, and he came like a volcano within seconds. His moans were so loud and lewd that I was sure that they could even get out my seal, and I loved the idea of other people hearing this slut, moaning for me.

He was covered in his own cum when he finished. His ass had spasmed so powerfully that I had to stop before I came with him. Instead, I waited until he was loose again and continued to fuck him for a few more minutes.

Penetrating his prostate so well that he went in and out of consciousness. „FUCK!“ I finally screamed. Coming inside him so much that it flowed out before I could even pull my dick out of him.

Half asleep, I opened my seal and wanted to leave the room, letting him lie there. We fucked until the sun went down. So it was sure that I got all my magic back. But someone came to the room, so I had to do something about that.

I rolled my eyes with a blink of my eyes and teleported us both to his room, an adjoining bathroom. Carefully I carried him effortlessly to it, washing him, cleaning out his insides, and putting some comfortable clothes onto him. As I laid him into his bed, I went beside him under his blanket, pulling him onto my chest. In a couple of years, I surely will be taller than him in every part.

„Remember what I am to you, and I will be good to you, care for you as if you are a king.“ I whispered into his ear, my breath hot and my words sincere. „But if you ever… I mean, disrespect me EVER; today would be a wet dream for you. Do you understand, my little slut?“

He did not answer me, probably already too far away, but he weakly pulled himself further on top of me, his hands grasping for my warmth and possible love. I could get used to that. At least if he loves me, he won't leave, I told myself that.

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