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the-travelling-witch · 9 months

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𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋

summary: having your period is already stressful enough and being in the devildom doesn't make it any better; luckily, these demons are here to help

pairings: mammon :: belphegor :: barbatos x reader

warnings: period-having reader (gn pronouns), blood, mild cramps

a/n: this is literally so self-indulgent, as everything i write is, but whenever i'm on my period thinking of scenarios like this helps me sit through cramps, so i thought i'd share the nonesense with you ♡

obey me masterlist || similar writing: twisted pains [twst]

𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐍

“Human! Open ya damn door!”

“No, please let me die in peace,” you whined from underneath your blankets as the banging against your door continued.

“If ya don’t let me in right now, I’ll kick it down, ya hear me?!” You could practically see Mammon pacing a ridge into the floor in front of your room, so you trudged over there and unlocked it, the demon almost colliding with you from how quickly he opened the door. His snow-white hair was sticking up from his head as if he’d run his hands through it without noticing. “What’s the big deal makin’ me wait so damn long, huh?”

“I told you I’m trying to pass away from this life,” you deadpanned, trudging back to your bed, groaning as another cramp twisted your lower stomach. “First, I have to deal with this shit in a house full of male demons who are absolutely not prepared to handle a human exchange student on their period. And second-“

You paused, for both dramatic flair and to take a calming breath. Then, you turned around and gave Mammon a saccharine smile dipping pure venom.

“I find out that apparently the entire Devildom can smell that I’m on my period if I step a foot out the bloody door.”

“Listen, I’m sorry.” Mammon held up his hands to plead his innocence. “I didn’t mean ta be so rude about it. But in my defence, I didn’t know it’s a normal thing for humans to just start bleedin’. I thought ya were dyin’!”

You painfully remembered how you had dragged yourself out of your room this morning, after luckily finding some hygiene products in the bag you had with you when you were whisked away to the Devildom unannounced (thank the sky guy you threw them into literally every bag and purse you owned). Already in a bad mood, you’d plopped down into your designated seat, ready to fight for your breakfast, only to feel six pairs of eyes on you.

“What?” You had asked, when nobody passed you the bread basket.

That had been when Mammon, eyes as wide as the coaster under your mug, almost jump-scared you into dropping your butter knife.

“WHY ARE YA BLEEDIN’?!” He’d already pulled you from your chair and started inspecting you for any signs of injuries, tugging your arms up and inspecting your head. “Are ya hurt anywhere?”

“Mammon, I’m fine. You can let go of me now.” You almost had to wrestle your arm back from him, heat already creeping up your cheeks.

“Clearly yer not!”

Exhaling deeply you said through gritted teeth “I’m on my period, if you have to know.”

The demons around the table had exchanged glances, but sadly only three of them had held a spark of understanding, those being Satan, Levi and Asmodeus. Mammon and Beel on the other hand seemed more lost (well, Beel actually had his eyes on his food but that was beside the point) and Lucifer’s face had been unreadable.

“Woah, periods are an actual thing?” Levi had asked incredulously, his voice somewhere between shock and awe. “I thought anime made those up for the sake of the plot.”

“I see,” Satan had given you hope. “I‘ve read about those before in some books on human anatomy but I didn’t think it was a big deal, seeing as it wasn’t talked about much.”

“Satan, pray tell, from when were those books?”

“The 18th century perhaps?” He shrugged, tilting his head.

“Well, that explains a lot,” you had sighed, whereas Asmo had just dropped his head in his hands.

“I’m sorry about them, hon. But demons don’t experience periods, so I doubt any of them will be much help,” he had squeezed your hand sympathetically.

Lucifer had cleared his throat then. “Well, it appears that we have some catching up to do, now that we are hosting a human exchange student. Given your…predicament, you are allowed to stay home from RAD as long as this affects you.”

You had sighed a breath of relief.

“In exchange, however,” Lucifer had continued, making you dread the next words to leave his mouth, “it will fall to you that my brothers are properly educated on how to handle this side of humanity.”

So, that afternoon, you had found yourself in the common room, holding a presentation on the menstrual cycle in front of the brothers… and the future demon king himself. Yes, of course, Diavolo had gotten wind of your situation and simply couldn’t pass up the opportunity to learn more about humans. At least, him being in the know meant you’d never have to worry about getting period products imported to the Devildom ever again.

Subsequently, you had locked yourself in your room, curled up under a blanket as you scrolled through Devilgram trying to forget this whole ordeal happened. A good hour later, Mammon had started pounding against your door like a madman.

With him standing in your room now, you could see the bag he was holding as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. Sitting on the edge of your bed, you patted the spot next to you.

“I’ll forgive you. It would have been more embarrassing if I went to RAD without knowing,” you said placatingly. “Anyways, what’s that?”

“Oh, it’s nothin’…” Mammon trailed off, looking anywhere but you as he rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s just… Ya were sayin’ this stuff could help and we didn’t have any, so I went and got some for ya… Only because Lucifer would string me from the ceiling if ya went and complained! That’s all!”

Taking the plastic bag from him, you peered inside to see various types of human world painkillers, a hot water bottle and chocolates. Despite what the demon had just said, you noted that the chocolate brand he bought was the one you liked best, something you had only dropped in a passing sentence when you talked to Asmo about a new trending dessert.

“Thank you, Mammon,” you smiled genuinely. “That actually is really helpful.”

“Really?” He managed to suppress his grin before it curled further than the corner of his lips before clearing his throat and hiding half his face behind his hand. “I mean, I’m only doin’ ma job, ya know? So Lucifer gives me back Goldie!”

“Sure you are,” you laughed, the first time since your day started. “Does your job also involve staying with me and watching a movie?”

“Yeah!” This time he was too late to hide his excitement, then he caught himself and tried again, calmer this time. “I uh- I could fit ya in my super busy schedule. Gotta make sure ya don’t die after all, huh?”

𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐑

What a horrible way to start your day.

Well, under other circumstances, it would’ve been near perfect. Waking up snuggled comfortably in your boyfriend’s tight hold as he lightly snored into the crook of your neck, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.

If it wasn’t for the unpleasant twisting of your lower stomach you might have turned around and slept the morning away. Still slightly groggy, you sat up in bed, hoping dearly it was just a fleeting stomach ache or hunger and not your period, despite the clear symptoms.

All hope was shattered however, when you shifted and you knew instantly that you could kiss this pair of underwear goodbye. With some effort, you wriggled out of Belphie’s vice grip, looking back at the sleepy demon as he groaned in protest only to see a large blood stain where you’d just lain. At your shocked gasp echoing around the attic, you watched his brows knit together and his nose wriggle, his forehead creasing as if he was deep in thought. Then, he blinked his eyes open.

“What’s—“ he cut himself off with a yawn, “What’s wrong? Are you alright? What are you doing over there?”

“Belphie… I’m so sorry,” you nearly sobbed, guilt bubbling up in you. In combination with your hormones being all over the place and your still sleep-addled mind, tears were threatening to form along your waterline.

In a heartbeat, the Avatar of Sloth was up and next to you, pulling you into a hug and bringing your head to rest against his shoulder, one hand smoothing over your hair, the other holding you close by the waist. You’d never seen him move this fast this early in the morning.

“Hey, hey, what’s up?” He gently prodded, voice still raspy with sleep but soft nonetheless. “Please talk to me, starlight.”

“It’s— Your sheets, I’m so sorry… I didn’t know…” You buried your face deeper in the fabric draping over his chest as you felt him turn his head towards the bed. Then, a beat of silence spanned across the attic.

“That’s what you’re fussing about?”

“Yeah, I mean—“ Collecting your thoughts, you began again. “It’s gross and a pain to clean. I really should’ve known that—“

“Hey, look at me.” Tilting your face towards his, your eyes met amethyst ones as you followed the guidance of his fingers underneath your chin. “It’s not gross, you hear me? No part of you could ever be.”

“But the blood-“

“I’m a demon, might I remind you. You’d think I can handle a little blood.” There was a caring seriousness in his gaze that made you weak in the knees, the love and adoration you found swirling within almost making you cry for a whole other reason. “You didn’t actually think I’d be mad at you about something so natural, did you?”

“It’s generally a bit of a taboo topic and conversations about it can be quite stigmatised, so…,” you shrugged.

“You’re telling me half the population go through this every month and the topic is hushed up anyway? You’re already stressed enough and people give you crap for something like this?” You nodded at his incredulous tone. “Well that’s just stupid.”

For a moment, Belphie just held you, his fingers tracing random shapes into your hip. Then, he pulled you towards a dresser in the corner of the room, never letting go of you completely.

With how much time you had started spending in the attic it was a somewhat natural course of nature that your clothes would gradually end up moving here as well. Pulling out a fresh pair of underwear and a pair of black sweatpants, you didn’t have time to reach for a sweater before a soft pile of fabric was already pushed into your hands. Upon closer inspection, you identified it to be one of Belphie’s hoodies.

“I know you like wearing them,” he merely shrugged off your raised eyebrow. “Now go and take your time washing up, but make sure to come back straight away when you’re done.”

Practically herding you out of the door, you almost had to snort at the irony of the Avatar of Sloth encouraging you to do something you might not have had the energy to otherwise. But you were incredibly thankful for it because when the shower’s warm water hit you, you noticed how much you needed this, feeling born anew after scrubbing your skin clean.

Climbing back up the stairs to the attic, you already felt a lot calmer than when you had woken up, swaddled in Belphie’s cloud-like hoodie (seriously, where did he find fabric like that?) and surrounded by a mixture of his scent and your body wash.

When you pushed open the attic door, you blinked at the new set of sheets Belphie was lounging on, the old ones nowhere to be seen. Even without you moving, the demon perked up at your presence, extending one arm to coax you back into bed.

“What are you still doing over there? Come here,” he said, voice already drowsy again. “There’s still some morning left to be slept away.”

Who were you to refuse? Sliding under the covers next to him, you turned and twisted into whatever pretzel position made you cramp the least before two strong arms wrapped around you. This was another perk of being with Belphie; if anyone could accommodate weird sleeping positions, it was him.

Warm hands found their way under his hoodie, his palms pressed flatly against your lower back where most of your pain was coming from, while the hips of his fingers slowly caressed the surrounding skin.

“Feeling better?” He mumbled into the crown of your head.

“Mhm, much better,” you breathed into the crook of his neck, sighing as his natural body heat slowly eased some of the constant pressure in both your lower stomach and back. “How did you know about the back pain though?”

“You always complain about it, especially on the first day,” he replied nonchalantly, as if it was the most natural thing to know.

“How did I get so lucky,” you mused, your tone playful but just as genuine. “Makes me feel even worse about ruining your sheets.”

“Literally don’t worry about it, you do too much of that anyway. I left them with Asmo, he knows how to get just about any stain out of stuff.” You tried not to think about the specifics of where that expertise came from, so you rolled your eyes at the very typical behaviour of the youngest to dump his work on his brothers. Then you stiffened. Work. Chores. You were on grocery shopping duty today. “What’s the matter now?”

“I have to go out soon and get everything we need for dinner,” you sighed. Maybe you could convince someone to trade it with an indoor chore for the week.

Before you could reach for your D.D.D, the arms around you held you a little closer to the demon you were snuggled up against, one of his legs draping over your thigh, careful not to put too much pressure on you as he tangled your legs with his.

“Well that’s too bad,” Belphie mumbled into your hair, pressing a lingering kiss to the top of your head. “Looks like Lucifer has to find someone else for the job. Because you’ll be busy all day.”

𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐒

Periods had the annoying habit of showing up whenever they pleased, which mostly meant whenever it was most inconvenient for you. Being well aware of that fact didn’t mean you were any more prepared for it to happen, though.

So, as you were running errands around RAD with Barbatos, it suddenly felt like your insides were squeezed together and wrung out like a washcloth, making you stagger and pause to steady yourself again. When your companion turned to ask if you were alright, you assured him everything was fine, hoping it was just one bad cramp that would ebb away soon.

But over the course of the next fifteen minutes, it progressively got worse and you had trouble focusing on the task at hand, shifting uncomfortably in your seat as you sorted through student council documents. As you reached for a new stack of files, gloved hands came to rest over yours, preventing you from picking up more work.

“You should not overexert yourself, dear,” a soft voice spoke close to your ear. On other occasions, you would have welcomed the way his hands smoothed down your shoulders when it was just the two of you for once, but you couldn’t think about anything but the pain you were experiencing. “Without meaning to offend, you’re looking rather unwell. Allow me to take you to the Demon Lord’s Castle.”

“What about work?” You mumbled but didn’t resist as he pulled you to your feet, steadying you with a hand between your shoulder blades. “And Diavolo?”

“Do not worry about that. There’s no rush to complete these files and the Young Master has given the explicit order for me to take care of you,” Barbatos smiled as he led you out of RAD, careful to avoid as much unwanted attention as possible. “An order I was all too happy to comply with, might I add.”

“So you knew,” you sighed with a smile, not actually too surprised at the revelation. “I did think it was suspicious to have you all to myself the entire day. Do I even have to ask how you knew?”

“Well, as you have come to learn, demons are far more perceptive to certain reactions of the body, hormonal changes included,” he explained matter of factly. “Aside from that, however, I have also made it a priority to learn the rhythm of your body to best care for you.”

“You track my cycle? Despite being so busy already?” You turn your head to look at him in surprise.

“Of course. Not only are you an honoured exchange student, you are also someone who is immensely important to me,” he said as he held the castle door open for you, his verdant gaze full of adoration. “Naturally, I aim to ease your strains and alleviate some of the burden you carry.”

“You really don’t have to—“

“But I want to.” Taking your hand in his, the fabric of his gloves soft against your skin, he brushed your knuckles with a featherlight kiss. “Please allow me to take care of you, my love.”

“I guess I can’t say no when you ask like that,” you laughed sheepishly. Your body seemingly agreed with you as it sent another wave of cramps to make your knees buckle.

“You must be exhausted,” Barbatos said, no doubt picking up on your unease immediately. “Let me draw you a warm bath to ease some of your tension.”

Said, done. Soon thereafter, you were sinking into a tub that probably cost more than a normal person’s house, the water the absolute perfect temperature to relax your muscles. You also noted how there were no strong scents present, only the hint of something floral and calming, but not overwhelmingly so.

After some time of soaking in the bath and with your permission, Barbatos stepped back into the bathroom. First, he wrapped you in the fluffiest black towel, carefully patting your skin dry so as to not irritate it. Then, he applied a moisturising lotion, gently kneading out any knots in your legs and shoulders with his skilled fingers before helping you into a new set of clothes which felt light as feathers against your skin.

He also showed you where to find any sort of hygiene product you might need and, to nobody’s surprise, somebody had stocked the guest bathroom you used whenever you came over with every possible product there was.

In your guest room, Barbatos guided you over to the sofa and lounge chairs underneath one of the high windows where a tea set was already waiting for you on the table in the middle.

“I took the liberty to prepare some tea and a few pastries while you were bathing. This blend has soothing qualities and is known to help with cramping. Given your usual choice of tea, I also think the aroma will be to your taste,” the demon explained and, as always, you were stunned by his level of attention to detail.

As he poured it, you noticed, however, that there was only one cup on the table and instead of getting one for himself, Barbatos went to fetch a hot water bottle.

Wrapping it in a cloth he warned you to be careful not to burn yourself before announcing he’d start preparations for dinner, letting you know he’d be making your favourite. But before he could turn to leave, you caught his wrist, a surprised expression flitting over his face for just a second.

“If it’s not too much trouble,” you started, holding his gaze, “would you join me for tea? It’s been a while since we sat down together.”

At your request his face smoothed over into a fond smile, the hand in your grasp coming up to brush over your cheekbone.

“I suppose dinner can wait a little longer,” he said, clearly as happy as you to spend time with you. “Then again, even if it couldn’t, I’d find it hard to leave you. Especially when your wish and mine are so closely intertwined.”

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the-californicationist · 3 months

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FaceTime (Price/Reader)

Warning: video/phone sex

It was around lunchtime when you usually heard from John. His deployment was stationed in some Eastern European locale, and over there, it would be late at night. He usually texted you throughout the day, and you’d wake up to his updates, but it had been radio silence for at least twenty-four hours and you were nervous.

You tried to stay busy, keeping yourself calm by talking to your friends and calling your mom, but the house was so empty without him. Sometimes you stole a cigar just to smell his smoke in the house again, lighting it on a plate like incense. He’d be cross if he found out, but you knew he’d forgive you.

You logged out of your work email and undressed to hop in the shower. Then, just as you were about to step in, you heard your phone buzz. Abandoning the running shower, you lunged for your phone, turning it over to see John’s profile photo on the screen, smiling at you.

“John?” You panted, fear crawling up your throat.

“Hey, love,” he whispered, his voice low and gravelly. He sounded exhausted.

“Thank God. I was worried sick. Are you alright?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he sounded like he wanted to say no, “Everything’s fine.”

That was his code for ‘don’t ask.’ It made you even more concerned, but you kept that to yourself, not wanting to add to his mental stress.

“I miss you, John,” you sighed.

Then, he was video calling you. You were naked, but he was careful. He would never call you in front of anyone. You swiped up to answer it.

He seemed surprised to see your bare collarbones. He was shirtless, too. Ready for bed, alone in his bunk.

“Oh, hey,” he smiled, “Look at you, pretty thing.”

You blushed,

“Right back at you, handsome.”

He grinned, rubbing his big hand across his chest. You loved it when he did that. There was something so hot about his fingers petting through his thick chest hair, flashing over his pink nipples, warming his tired muscles, rippling and rising with his breaths.

“Mm, careful, love. I’m already missin’ ya. Start praising me and I’m gonna grab you through this phone,” he joked with you, playfully threatening, flirting through his tiredness.

“Wish you would, John,” you moaned, testing his limits. If you were lucky, maybe he would take the bait.

You heard the fabric of his sweatpants rustle, and when he repositioned the phone, you saw his pink cock being dragged out, heavy and hardening under its commander’s grasp. You moaned again, more enthusiastically this time,

“Oh, fuck. I miss that cock,” you propped your phone up on the sink, leaning it against a bottle of soap and the tap.

You saw your body on the screen, tossing your towel on the counter to show him your entire naked form. Your hands found your breasts, pulling at your nipples, squeezing the flesh for him and for you, feeling better by the second. Your hands were no match for his hands, but it would have to pass.

“This cock misses you, baby. Why don’t you touch that soft little cunt for me, hm?”

You do as he says, eagerly sinking your fingers into yourself to obey him, sending waves of pleasure through your core as you do. You’re not ready yet, and you work yourself slowly as you watch his giant hand pump his fat shaft faster and faster in the darkness of his bunk.

“I can’t wait for you to come home, John. I need to taste you again. I want you to put so much come in me that I feel full from it.”

“You like how I taste, love?” His voice was strained. He was concentrating on watching you fuck yourself on your hand.

“I love it,” you confessed honestly, “You want me to show you how much?”

You didn’t wait for him to reply. You gathered your wetness on your fingers and showed it to him, making sticky strings of your own come drip between your fingers. He groaned, and then he gasped when he watched you lick them clean.

“Fuck, do that again.”

You dipped your fingers into yourself, coating them with your own fluids and bent down closer to the camera so he could see the gleam of your juices as your fingers slid into your waiting mouth. You used your tongue to show him how clean they were.

He groaned loudly, a familiar sound, and you saw white streams of come burst from his rosy tip, melting down his shaft like a tall candle.

“Bloody hell, I needed that.”

You smiled, making a mental note to charge your vibrator before you get in the shower. You needed to let off the insane tension he had just built up inside of you.

You blew him a kiss and he caught it with his free hand,

“Me, too. Call me tomorrow?”

“No need. Tomorrow, you’re gonna get the real thing.”

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tmr-simp77397 · 3 months

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galentine’s day - r.c. ❥

summary: while your planning a galentines get together with your friends, rafe overhears and decides otherwise..

warnings: smut!! 18+ fem!reader, sub!reader, switch!rafe, creampie, oral (f receiving), orgasm denial, innocent-ish!reader, aggressive!rafe, making out, degrading, praise, fingering, unprotected sex (WRAP IT BEFORE YALL TAP IT), nicknames, and i think that’s it!

a/n: hiii i’m back!! i got this idea to write this story mid class today and just decided why not i need to get my thoughts out and actually write. hope u guys like it ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

rafe was at your house on this gloomy saturday afternoon since your parents were gone for the weekend on business. you were sitting on your bed watching tiktoks, the netflix show that had been put on hours ago was since ignored, and rafe had been downstairs getting snacks for a couple minutes. as you were watching a video about the 10 year olds storming sephora, you got a call from sarah.

you pick up and speak into the phone “hey sarah! what’s up?” you say with a smile even though you know she doesn’t see you.

“heyyy y/n, you busy tonight?” sarah questioned.

“i mean, no not tonight. i’ve just been with rafe all day” you pause, “other than that i’m free tonight, why?”

sarah squeals, “me and the girls were thinking to have a little galentines party at kat’s house! what do you think? it’s gonna be around 7 so you definitely have time to get ready.”

you glance over at the clock, 5:14PM. you were going to spend the whole day with your boyfriend, but one girls night can’t hurt, right??

as you were about to respond, rafe walked into your room with some of your favorite snacks. he sat back onto the bed and rested his hand on your thigh while saying “what does sarah want, whatever she said tell her no.”

“sarah ill text you” you say into the phone as you hang up. “sarah invited me to kat’s house tonight for a galentines party”

“the fuck is a galentines” rafe chuckles

you roll your eyes “it’s a valentine’s day party for girls who are single and still want to have fun on valentine’s day”

“mmm, as of 4 months ago though you are not single— if i’m correct.” rafe said sarcastically.

you smirk and sit up “i know that. and my boyfriend is funny, and veryyyyy sexy for your information”

“i’d like to meet him one day, seems like a handsome guy” rafe cooed.

there was an intense silence for about a minute as you two both looked in each others eyes, rafes pupils dilating making his green eyes get full by the black orb.

“rafe are you okay” you say practically whispering looking up at him through your eyelashes.

rafe doesn’t say anything for a couple seconds, letting his eyes wander your body and face, landing on your plush pink lips. out of nowhere, he grabs your neck and roughly places his lips on yours practically attacking your face. you gasped from the sudden reaction allowing him to shove his tongue into your mouth. “mmmh” you moaned, getting onto rafes lap to have a better angle kissing him. you started to move your hips against his lap, not noticing what you were doing still being dumbfounded by him kissing you not too long ago.

rafe pulls away, a string of saliva connecting your lips together. as you were about to complain, rafe spoke up “fuck princess, i’m so hard”

you licked your lips excitedly and say, “i could help you rafey” while taking off your tank top in the process.

“no y/n” he said. “tonight, it’s gonna be all about you. get undressed.”

you look at him shocked. you had to be at sarah’s party soon!! but, you could never pass up sex with your boyfriend. and in this moment, neither could he.

“i fucking said get undressed, now” rafe said, almost shouting.

while that did startle you, you started to unclasp your bra, and take off your shorts along with your panties. after, you laid flat on the bed, your elbows propping you up.

rafe smirked, he loved when you obeyed him. he started kissing your collarbone sucking marks that will definitely show the next day, making his way down to your boobs. his hand made its way to one of your boobs, needing it with his hand, and moved to your other boob swirling his tongue around your nipple.

“mhmmm- fuck rafe, feels so good” you moaned

as rafe was swirling his tongue around your nipple, he suddenly stopped pulling off with a pop.

“rafey, why’d you stop” you whined. you didn’t get a response until you felt his hard on pressing into your thigh which made you gasp.

an amused smile played at rafes lips, “see what you do to me sweetheart” he said lowly “i’m going to fucking ruin you.”

that sentence alone almost made you cum. anytime rafe dominated you made you feel like mush under his touch. and this was one of those moments.

as rafe stayed on top of you, he took off his shirt to reveal his toned abs that were glistening with sweat beads. your eyes trailed down to his happy trail, wanting more.

“tsk tsk, not yet sweetheart” he cooed.

you whined, starting to get impatient. when suddenly, you felt rafes fingers plunging into you knuckle deep.

“mmh rafe please” you screamed

“doesn’t that feel good, baby?”

“fuck, y-yes rafe, feels so- so good”

rafe hummed in appreciation, thrusting his fingers at a faster pace and adding another one. you gasped loudly, head falling back onto the pillows as your hands flew to rafes buzzed head, scratching it lightly.

a few soft moans fell from your lips and rafe swore he was in heaven. you sounded so beautiful, even in this position. you were going to be the death of him.

“f-fuck rafe im- im close” you say as you clenched onto his fingers, the pleasure feeling almost too good.

as soon as rafe felt you clench on his fingers, he pulled out. he couldn’t help but stare at your face. hair clinging to your face from sweat, lips all puffy, you looked somewhat innocent but so dirty at the same time.

as soon as you opened your mouth to protest, rafe brought his head down to your puffy clit and started to swirl his tongue around it, “you taste so fucking good sweetheart” he said muffled.

and without warning, you came all over his tongue. being overstimulated from not being able to finish earlier including this made the knot in your stomach snap sooner than you thought.

once rafe felt you cum, he lifted his head up from your pussy and started to unzip his pants. you, however were still in a trance from your orgasm so you didn’t really hear him.

rafe threw his pants to the floor and pulled down his boxers, cock springing up hitting his lower abdomen, tip glistening with pre. he started to jerk himself off a bit before going into you.

you got snapped out of your trance when you felt something against your sensitive pussy from your previous orgasm and started to whimper and close your tired legs.

rafe saw this and immediately pushed your legs back apart, holding them in place with his strong hands.

“what a slut, cumming without my permission and now you think i’m not going to fuck some sense into you huh?”

you whined “rafe please no more.”

rafe chuckled to himself, “your gonna take it weather you like it or not baby. should have came with permission before.”

right after he said that, he shoved his fat cock inside of you making you gasp. you’d never get used to his size no matter how many times you’ve had sex before.

“fuck, princess so tight.“ he complained

you let out a near pornographic moan and arched your back while bringing your hands to rafes back and scratching lightly, “feels—fuck—feels so good”

“say it princess” rafe demanded, “say it slut, say i’m the only one who can make you feel this good”

you couldn’t form any words cause of how cock drunk you were, and rafe knew that, so he teased you.

he brought his right hand up to snake around your throat with a tight grip.

“fucking say it” he spat

you started scratching his back harder signaling to stop. he loosened his grip, thrusts still consistent, and let you speak.

“your- your the, fuck- your the only o-one that could make feel th-this good” you stuttered, hoping he would take his hand off your throat.

“now that was easy right princess” rafe smirked with a look of evil in his eyes. it scared you seeing him like this, but you liked it at the same time.

the sound of skin slapping was the only thing in the room that could be heard. other than your moans and rafes groans. you felt the knot in your belly almost breaking, signaling you were close.

“r-rafe” you managed to choke out, “i’m close”

he shook his head “when sluts like you break the rules, you only get to cum when i say so”

you whined. you couldn’t hold it in for any longer; but you had to or else you know you would get punished.

rafe felt you clenching and groaned, “fuck your so sexy”

a red tint spread across your cheeks as rafe started rubbing your clit in a figure 8 motion. it took everything in you to not let go right there. but, you held it in.

as you felt his dick twitching inside of you, you knew he was close.

“fuck ‘m not gonna last longer with you squeezing me like that baby” rafe groaned, “you can- fuck- you can cum now angel, let go. i’m right behind you.”

as soon as you heard those words you let go, you squeezed him tightly, your cum squirting out of you.

“gonna fill you up baby. gonna give you my babies” rafe said as he also let go as he came inside of you, moaning loudly.

as you were in a cloudy state, you could feel ropes of rafes cum coat your walls, making you whine.

you felt his thrusts get sloppy, his hips stuttering as his dick twitched inside of you.

he let his head dip down to the crook of your neck and started giving sloppy wet kisses.

“your mine baby. all mine. did so good for me today”

you smiled softly, eyes drooping as tiredness takes you over.

rafe glanced at the clock on your nightstand, 6:18PM.

“now baby, your gonna go to that party with my cum dripping down your legs, got it?”

hi baby’s, i feel like this was a bit rushed so let me know what you think ❦ i also haven’t written in a while, so i hope you think it’s good :)

taglist: @annaherling444 @purswaterfall my baby’s i love u

#rafe x reader #rafe cameron #rafe obx #obx smut #rafe fanfiction #rafe x y/n #outerbanks #valentines day

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another-lost-mc · 7 months

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having a brainrot about how it would be if the characters turned into their animal type (is that what that's called?)

like imagine a shady sorcerer happen to accidentally cast a spell that changes them into their animal type how fucking cute and funny that would be

-🪶

a/n: that's so cuuuute. I went with the symbolic animals from their banners.

the wild side | the demon brothers + karasu

0.5k words | sfw | fluff + humor

related: the dateables' version

The Peacock (Lucifer)

How he responds to you vs. how he responds to everyone else:

He can't keep his feathers fanned out on full display as much as he wants to because he keeps getting stuck in doorways.

He walks around the house in a slow strut. Sometimes he spins around to show off all 360 degrees of his exquisitely-feathered beauty.

He doesn't notice that sometimes he smacks you in the face with his plumes if you're nearby.

The Crows (Mammon and Karasu)

They both bring you gifts and intimidate the others that try to get too close.

They're even more clingy than normal too.

It's surprisingly easy to tell them apart: Mammon's feathers are tipped with white, and Karasu's eyes have a deep scarlet glow.

The Snake (Leviathan)

He desperately wants to curl himself around your arm or leg. He'll try to keep his space if you're visibly creeped out by snakes though, he doesn't want to scare you.

An alternative you could try is wearing one of his oversized hoodies: he'll curl up inside the pocket and every once in a while he'll poke his head out and flick his serpentine tongue at you.

If you don't like that either, he'll curl up in the bottom of your closet or under your bed, somewhere dark and warm where he can still be close enough to keep an eye on you.

The Unicorn (Satan)

The House of Lamentation wasn't designed for horses or horse-like creatures.

He's the only one Lucifer won't try to chase away, his hooves look deadly.

Satan doesn't fit in your bedroom easily but he'll follow you in the hallways or inside the larger rooms with more space.

You are definitely going to recreate this movie moment at some point before the magic wears off:

The Scorpion (Asmodeus)

He's a bit bigger than most scorpions which means he's even more cute or gross depending on how you feel about them.

He's careful not to hurt you with his pincers if you pick him up.

He must be powerful even in this form because he releases sweet-smelling pheromones when he senses you're nearby.

He curls in the makeshift bed on you place on your desk for him. He's surprisingly calm even though scorpions are usually nocturnal.

His eyes have an eerie pink glow. You didn't notice it until you turned off the lights at bedtime.

(He stares at you until you fall asleep.)

The Fly (Beelzebub)

He's a bit larger than a normal fly.

He's restless and his wings are so noisy when he buzzes around you.

Most of the time you can hear the faint sound of his wings coming from the kitchen.

When he's not eating, he's usually hovering on or near Belphie.

The Cow (Belphegor)

He barely fits in your room and he snorts irritably when you raise your arms up and remind him that he is definitely not allowed to sleep on your bed like this.

He's even more annoyed because he can't go up to the attic like this either.

He just happens to plop down in front of your doorway to sleep instead. The others can't climb or go around him easily. He flicks them away with his tail when they try. He doesn't mind if you climb over him though.

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ghouljams · 2 months

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A Letter from Your Future Husband (MDNI)

tags: Regency au, Soap x f!reader/OC, masochism, spanking, sexting through letters, dirty talk, guided masturbation, Soap has that dog in him, masturbation, "little" as a diminutive not a descriptor

Summary: Soap has write you letters that you hope never see the light outside of your bedroom. You can only be glad for the assurance that the man ruining you is so set on marrying you as well.

You never open letters around other people. Not since the first one. John Mactavish is seemingly unwilling or unable to be proper around you. His letters are filled with language that makes your head spin, your skin heat, and wetness drip between your legs. You don't know what he's hoping to accomplish with them, he's certainly not wooing you. Maybe he's hoping to speed your ruination, hoping that someone in your house will crack open his wax blue seal and be so scandalized by his words that...

Well they wouldn't break off the engagement you think. Your parents are too eager to be rid of you. Throw you to him sooner, might be the goal. You're not quite as eager to have that happen as Johnny's letters might lead people to believe. He promises a lot in his letters. Promises things you've never heard from other men. Things that make your stomach clench nervously, and it has to be nerves. If it isn't then you really are bound for ruin.

You slip his letter off the entry table and make your way to your room. Your heart pounds in your chest at the seal, the polite ribbon wrapped around the paper. It's pretty, it's always pretty. Pretty in a way that makes the filth inside feel so much worse.

"You haven't written me back hen," You can hear the chastising tuts of Johnny's tongue even through the paper, as you settle on your bed, "S'alright, know your hands are otherwise occupied.

'You are touchin' yourself to my letters, aren't you? God, I hope you are. Stuffing that pretty little pussy with your fingers isn't enough, is it bonnie? You can't hit all those nice spots, can't fill yourself full enough. I know you're droolin' against your pillows thinkin' about my cock. Bet you look so sweet touchin' yourself. You'll have to show me how you do it next time, tell me what you like so I can take over. Shouldn't be touchin' what isn't yours."

You shiver, glad the door is shut as you go to lay against your pillows. Johnny's voice fills your mind, and you're careful not to wrinkle your skirt as you pull it up. Touching what isn't yours... As if any part of you belongs to him, least of which your... Well you're not as crass as he is. That fact doesn't stop you from dragging your fingers over your slit. You hadn't done this before his letters, but one of Johnny's letters had been so explicit in its instructions, you'd had to at least see what the fuss was about. You circle your fingers over your clit, the same way he'd told you to.

"I'll make an exception while I'm away, but I want you to apologize when I'm back. Put yourself on your knees in front of me and say you're sorry for touchin' yourself. Fuck, just the thought of you has me strokin' my cock I'd be nice with punishing you if you apologized. When's the last time you were spanked? I'd put you over my knee, don't even have to ask me to do it. You would though. Bet you would. Could spank your pussy instead if you don't want to beg. Give it a try hen, nice and hard for me, tell me if you like it."

You should feel worse about your lack of hesitation, should feel dirtier knowing he doesn't even have to be here to make you obey. The sharp sting when you slap your cunt makes your hips twitch, makes heat pool in your stomach. You do it again just to feel the way your body squirms. The wet sound of it is tempting, the lingering buzz of pain making your fingers hover hesitantly. You shouldn't like this, but you so desperately do. You wonder what it would feel like to have Johnny do it, his thick fingers rubbing over you, soothing out the pain before pulling back to spank you again.

He'd probably hit you harder than this. The thought makes you drip.

"I said hard, hen."

You have to bite down the noise you make. Twisting against the pillows to breathe as you rub your fingers against your clit, trying to sooth the sting from your last, hard, hit. Fuck it's good, it's good and you hate this man for making it good. You hate that you know exactly what his next words will be, as if he knows you're putty in his hands.

"Good girl. Know that was hard for you, but you did so well for me. Know you squirm, gonna haf'ta hold you down when I do it. You'd like that though, love havin' me pin you and spank you 'til you're comin' on my fingers. Dirty little thing. You want me to clean you up with my tongue after? You think you deserve that?"

You slip your fingers down to circle your entrance, you don't have the patience that Johnny seems to and press two fingers into yourself. You grind your hips down against them, and he's right, they aren't enough. You're not filled the way you want to be, not stretched enough to feel it when you clench on your fingers. They feel good though, the drag of them in and out, pushing tight heat in the pit of your stomach with each stroke.

You wish he could hear you, wish it meant something when you whimper out a soft, "yes." You imagine his tongue licking over your slit, flicking against your clit. He'd tease you, you know he would. Circle your clit without touching it, licking broad swipes over your cunt. His fingers would just press against your entrance, thicker than the ones you desperately pump in and out of yourself. You drop his letter to rub your clit, he's right(he often is) your hands are often too occupied to think about writing him back. It's his fault though.

His fault for making you think of his head between your legs, making you imagine the scratch of his beard on your thighs as your stomach grows hotter and tighter. Your cunt is drooling around your fingers, the circles you draw over your clit sparking pleasure up your spine and making you whine for more. Everything pulls tight too quickly, your cunt clenching desperately on your fingers as it tries to suck them deeper. It's enough to get you over the edge, but not enough to be satisfying.

You pinch your clit, and the pain pushes makes everything break. Your legs shaking as your hips buck against your fingers, desperate, and almost perfect. You work yourself through the high and pull your hands away when it all becomes too much, too sensitive. If Johnny were here...

You fish around for his letter with wet fingers --you're sure he'd do the same-- and scan your eyes over the page, almost too eager to see how badly he wants you.

"My poor pussy, I know I'm mean to 'er. I'll clean you up love, lick you 'til you're sobbin' for me, beggin' to be fucked proper. You're so pretty when you're cryin'. My poor little wife, I'll make sure you get fucked as often as you like; keep you full of my cock, plugged up so all the come I pour into you stays in place. I'm wastin' so much of it just thinkin' about you, but I'll make up for it. You just give me the word.

Write me something nice, hen. Tell me how badly you want my cock, tell me how you touch yourself, tell me you'd sit under my desk and warm my cock in your throat while I work. Tell me you love me and I'll be on your step tomorrow. As stands I'll be there within a week. Miss me.

Johnny"

You truly must be ruined to smile at that. 'Tell me you love me' he says, without telling you the same. Rude man. You hate him(you love him, God, you love him).

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yanderestarangel · 6 months

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★ ⸺ ARRANGED MARRIEGE - FIRST TIME - TOMAS VRBADA X READER

TW: ftm reader, husband x husband, v!sex, blowjob, rough sex, dom!tomas, unprotected sex, praise, degradation, pet names, stable relationship, creampie, breedkink, smut, afab anatomy, horny.

The antipathy that the Grand Master, aka Bi Han, felt towards his own brother, Tomas, was nothing new for anyone in the Lin Kuei clan. What was supposed to be just internal conflicts turned into something bigger, with Bi Han arranging a marriage for the smoke ninja.

And the arranged marriage was with you.

You had been married to him for seven months, he was a good husband even though you had never had sex, he always respected you, defended you from Bi-Han or anyone else. You talked like friends, he always remembered special dates for you or used his money to spoil you, anyone looking from the outside could swear that the two of you were a couple together due to common circumstances.

But you couldn't ignore Tomas's robust muscles, handsome masculine face, blue eyes, and sweet yet dominant air -

It was a hot day, so you decided to just wear an apron to cook and clean the house, watching the sunset enter your house as shared with Tomas, he arrived earlier that day, seeing you there, half naked with just an apron constricting the front part of your body.

"-I apologize for the unexpected arrival, I completed my mission early today." He replied, observing your delicate form, the way your breasts swayed with each movement, the glimpse of your exposed pussy. Vrbada cleared his throat, trying to compose himself and push back the primal desire that had suddenly stirred within him. He walked towards you, his steps determined and controlled, his voice firm but full of desire.

Tomas put down his water bottle and slowly approached you, his eyes never leaving your attractive figure.

"-You are a kind and beautiful person, and I'm lucky to have you as my husband... did you know that?"

His eyes remained on your exposed body, taking in every curve and contour. He moved closer to you, reaching out to gently cup your breast, sending a wave of pleasure throughout your body. "-Such a handsome boy, I can't contain myself anymore (Y/N)... let me make you feel good." He said softly, his fingers tracing gentle circles around your nipple.

You moaned softly, feeling a rush of desire as his touch sent shivers down your spine. His hand moved lower, sliding over your belly and down towards your exposed pussy. He stopped his hand, looking at you as he saw you sigh, frustrated and full of accumulated lust.

"-On your knees my boy, I need to see you worshiping my cock." You obeyed, the pain of the floor against your knees, he moaned loudly when you took his cock into your mouth. It was a sight to behold. You massaged his cock with your hands as you sucked him, your lips sliding up and down his shaft. Tomas thrust his hips forward, pushing deeper into your mouth. "-Oh dear is so good." He whispered, his hands tangling in your hair.

"-I want to fuck you. I want to feel your tight pussy around my dick, damn you're so beautiful sucking me like that..." He said, his voice low and husky.

"-Yes, my husband... be careful. I don't want to hurt you." He pushed the sensitive, pulsing shaft further. As you continued to suck his cock, Tomas felt his desire grow stronger, he wanted to feel you around his cock, to feel you come for him. He looked down at you, his blue eyes full of affection and dominance, reveling in the control he had over you in this moment. He could feel his climax building, a primal need to claim you coursing through his veins. You decided to provoke him, push his limits, taking his cock out of your mouth, while hitting the thick shaft on your tongue, he couldn't believe his eyes as he watched you slap his cock against your tongue, the sight of your pussy dripping onto the floor only increased his desire, making him want you even more.

He grabbed your hair tightly, pulling you closer as he thrust his hips forward, slamming his cock into your tongue.

"-You're a fucking dirty baby boy... how long have you wanted to be fucked by me like this? Just begging for cock in those tight holes of yours, aren't you?" he growled in a deep voice, slamming into your mouth with his hips, making you moan against the hard, thick flesh of his length - But before he could reach his peak - Tomas pulled away from your mouth, his heavy breathing filling the silence. He wanted to explore every inch of your body, taste your essence and savor the moment. With a quick movement he threw you on the soft sofa in the living room, easily holding your thighs, the apron you were wearing was still on your skin, but it was useless, since you were completely exposed to him.

"-Open your legs wider, my sweet boy. Show me your tight pussy, I want to see it when I fuck you." He forced your thighs to open wider, he knew you were embarrassed but at that moment it didn't matter, not to him. He positioned his cock at your entrance, the head of his cock pushing against your tight pussy.

You moaned loudly as he advanced, feeling the tip of his dick slowly enter you, the ninja couldn't believe how beautiful you looked, your legs shaking and your pussy drooling from simply sucking his dick, it was too much for him to resist - he wanted to be a gentleman, but pretty boys like you took away any sanity or chivalry he had worked on for years - He grabbed your hips tightly, pulling you closer as he thrust forward, his cock sliding deeper inside you, you could feel his groin connected with yours, see his abdomen close to your core, as he finally had managed to fully enter you.

"-Atta boy... you're so tight. I can't believe how good this feels Fuck yes..." He said, his eyes locked on yours as he began to fuck you harder, his hips moving in a rhythm that made you moan with pleasure.

"-You like being fucked by your husband, don't you? My husband is just a whore for my cock." He whispered, smiling against you, his voice low and husky as he continued to pound your pussy hard and mercilessly. "-You're my dirty little whore." His hands slid down your body, cupping your breasts and squeezing them firmly as he increased the pace of his thrusts, the pleasure grew, his body shaking with the anticipation of release as your walls clenched around him.

"-I need you to scream my name", He ordered, as he growled in pleasure, broken moans coming out of his throat. "-I want everyone to know who brings you pleasure, I'm going to fuck you so hard that I'm going to make you scream for me."

His thrusts became stronger, more desperate, as he lost himself in the pleasure of fucking you, the tight grip of your pussy sent waves of ecstasy through his body. "-You're my husband, my love, my everything." He wanted to cum, to feel yourself around his cock as he came inside you, marking you as his, the veins on his member pulsing in you as he sought support on the couch.

"-I'm going to fucking breed you." Smoke groaned, his eyes locked on yours as he began to cum, feeling the pleasure build inside him until he finally exploded, cumming deep inside your pussy, hot, thick jets, he let out a series of loud sounds that echoed throughout the house and even out, while you milked your husband's cock even more. You moaned softly as he pulled out, feeling the heat and wetness left by his dick, you could feel his cum dripping from your pussy, staring at his muscular and now totally sweaty physique as he leaned in to give you a sweaty kiss on your forehead.

"-I want to make love to you one more time tonight." Tomas declared with conviction, as him connected your foreheads, catching his breath slightly, it was just the beginning and you knew it... maybe an arranged marriage wouldn't be so bad after all.

©YANDERESTARANGEL 2023

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scarletlizzard · 3 months

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Part 3: Acceptance

Sessions Series

Pairing: psychiatrist? Wanda x female reader

Tags Minors DNI: smut, rope usage, oral (W receiving), fingering (R receiving), strap on use (R receiving), little bit of blood, mentions of a gun/knife towards the end, manipulation

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A/N: This part is a bit longer than the others. Is this type of relationship okay? Definitely not. Is this toxic? Absolutely! Did I still write it? Of course! Feel free to let me know what you think so far or if you have any questions about anything. I appreciate all your reads ❤️

Current Winter 2018

"You're just as sexy as I remember," Wanda groans against your lips, kisses trailing to your jaw and neck.

The ride to Wandas was short and full of teasing touches. The kiss started at the parked car and led the two of you inside, clothes being scattered throughout the house on the way to her insanely large bedroom. You made it into her room, where she quickly discarded the rest of yours and her own clothes.

"You're just as hot as I remember," you giggle back, a moan escaping your lips as her mouth finds your already hard nipple. Her tongue swirls around the sensitive bud, her teeth sinking in gently. Your hands were in her hair, holding her close to your chest.

Wandas' large hands roamed over your skin, like a map, she'd already known all the roads. "Are you going to be a good girl for me tonight?" She moans against your skin. You moan back in response.

"Yes ma'am," you pathetically whimper out. "Can I taste you?" You ask her with innocent eyes, a small bite of your lip. "Please?" You add.

She smiles at the sight and brings a hand up to your cheek, her thumb gliding over your lips. A familiar feeling you can't quite place in the swirl of pleasure and still feeling a little tipsy.

Wanda was obsessed with your lips. She was always staring at them, even during your sessions. She thought about kissing you constantly. She thought about rubbing them, just like now, with the pad of her thumb.

"Such pretty lips.." her words sent shivers down your spine. "Scoot up on the bed. You want to taste me, baby?" You nod, again pathetically. When it came to Wanda, you would do anything for her.

You lay back with your head on her pillow, watching as she takes a thin rope in her hands. She walks over to you, hips swaying as she takes both of your wrists and ties them in an intricate knot. The rope is just tight enough it burns in the most pleasurable way as she ties the other end to the headboard.

The crooked smile on her face had your body on high alarm, but the wetness between your legs and the heat in your chest was overwhelming.

One of her fingers trail down your arms that were now held above your head, nail scratching down the skin on your cheek and neck. The way she was looking at you, the look in her eyes, something was wrong. But before you could think anymore, she was crawling over top of you.

"Be a good girl and stick your tongue out," she murmurs. You happily oblige, showing her your tongue. Wanda smirks as you obey her commands and finds herself straddling your face.

You immediately let out a moan as she sits on your mouth. She was already soaking wet. You were breathing in the insatiable scent of her as she began grinding her hips shamelessly down on you.

"Fuck, Y/N," Wanda moans as her thighs squeeze around your head. The sight above you is heavenly. Wandas hands on her breasts, squeezing her nipples as she rides your face. Her brown hair falls in waves down her shoulders. Parted lips moaning your name.

She smirks down at you when she sees your hands moving in their restraints, fingers twitching. You were dying to touch her.

"I don't think so, pretty girl," Wanda says with another lewd moan. Your mouth is practically lapping up her juices, tongue moving desperately for more of her. "Ooh, baby, just like that. Just let me use you," she groans and throws her head back.

It's not long after that her hips grind down harder, and you watch as she pants above you. "Such a pretty face, fuck. I'm gonna cum Y/N! Oh fuck baby," Wanda moans out. Her hips stutter and you feel your face become wetter with her release. Your tongue continues to lap up all she'll give you, and you whine when she moves herself off of you.

Wanda lets her thumb move over your wet lips, already bruised and puffy, "Such pretty lips.." she says again. Dark green eyes rake over your body.

"Wanda, please.." You whimper, moving your hands above you. The rope burns your wrists with every tug.

"Use your words, pretty girl," Wandas tone is strict as she comes back with a large strap attached to her hips.

"I want you to fuck me please.. I need you."

The last three words seem to trigger something in Wanda, her actions pausing to look at you. "Say that again, pet," she inhales deeply and climbs onto the bed.

"I-I need you," you speak weakly, your face red as the words leave your mouth. Wanda closes her eyes for only a moment, relishing the words. She settles herself between your legs.

"Already so wet, just from tasting me?" Wanda asks with a devilish smirk, two fingers tease your entrance. You nod pitifully. Her fingers slide in easily, making the two of you moan in sync. "Y/N, you're so tight.. gotta stretch you out so you can take my big cock." Her fingers pump faster inside of you, stretching you out just like she promised.

"Wanda, I want to touch you," you whine, still moving against the rope. Wanda smirks and shakes her head.

"No, you're going to let me use you."

"Please," you whine again, tears welling up. Her fingers curl. "Please!" You raise your voice.

Her other hand moves up, a sharp slap stings your cheek. You want to cry, but you only moan out in response. Wanda takes your face in her hand, your cheeks squishing in her strong grip.

"You better fucking listen to me, pretty girl. Or I'll tie your legs up too. Do you want that? Huh?" You shake your head quickly in her grip. "No ma'am," you say quietly. Her fingers curl again in the perfect spot, and you feel yourself getting closer. Wanda feels your walls squeeze her fingers, and she removes them too quickly. A few tears finally fall as you're denied release.

With a crooked grin, she opens your mouth with the hand that holds your face. Her now wet fingers slide into your mouth. "Taste yourself, baby.." Wanda chuckles darkly as she feels you suck on her fingers.

"Good girl."

She removes both of her hands to spread your thighs apart wider, lining herself up. Wanda slides the faux cock in effortlessly, feeling you practically swallow her. The moans that left your mouth were enough to make Wanda snap her hips roughly into you.

"Oh my god, Wanda!" You moan as she fucks the strap into you relentlessly.

"Fuck you take me so well, pretty girl," Wanda pants out in between thrusts. One of her hands move from where they gripped your hips to wrap around your throat. Her green eyes were settled on your lips again.

The amount of pleasure you were feeling was overwhelming. The way her strap disappeared fully inside of you with each thrust, the way it rubbed against your clit persistently. It didn't take long before you felt amother build up.

"Wanda I-I need to cum, please? Can I cum?" You beg her, knowing it was what she wanted to hear. She groans, fingers tightening around your neck.

"You can cum, pretty girl.." Wanda smiles down to you. "But I'm not going to stop," she says. More shivers run cold down your spine.

Wanda was true to her word, fucking you through your first orgasm as you scream her name. Her thrusts didn't falter as she continues to pound into you.

"Tell me.. again," She grunts, the grip around your throat squeezing harder. You gasp for air as she leans over your body, lips kissing up your neck.

"I need you," you rasp out. Wanda lets out a pornographic moan, hips rutting into you. She bites down hard on your neck, teeth sinking into your skin. You wince and moan loudly as she turns your head to the side. You wonder if she broke skin.

Your thoughts are confirmed when she lifts her head, a small bit of blood coating her bottom lip.

"Again," she says. Another orgasm was quickly approaching with how sensitive you were, and tears fell from your eyes. You had never felt so much pleasure in your life, and you never felt so much excitement.

Well, only once before...

"I n-need you!" You half moan half yell into the room. Wanda grunts in response, thrusting impossibly deeper inside of you.

"I know you do, pretty girl. You need me to take care of you, don't you? Make you feel good," she's panting harder, words coming out more broken against your neck again. Wanda marks your sensitive skin.

"You need me to fuck you like the perfect little girl you are -Oh Fuck- need me to make you feel alive." Another orgasm washes over you at her words, your eyes close tightly as your body trembles underneath her.

"Yes, yes, Wanda, I need you," you rasp again, voice practically gone from all the moans she's brought out of you. You felt her hips stutter.

"Fuck, fuck," Wanda groans in your ear, along with a few other curses in another language, you assumed her native tongue. Her pace slows to a stop. You finally are able to open your eyes, seeing her looking at you with a bloodys lips. Her green eyes are fixated on your own bruised lips.

Wanda leans forward and kisses you with such passion that your chest fills with excitement all over again. But as you taste your own blood, you feel your shadow nearby.

You watch Wanda return with what looked to be lotion. She had on now a shirt and sweatpants and had dressed you in one of her shirts and sleep shorts after cleaning you up.

"Come here, darling," she whispers sweetly, a familiar underlying tone. Wanda sat on the bed and pulled you into her lap. Her hands took the lotion, rubbing the red marks on your wrists. You sigh at the soothing feeling and rest your head on her shoulder. She kisses your forehead.

The times before, sex with Wanda had been on the rough side, and she told you that's how she liked it. You told her how your old flames were boring, vanilla, always ending in you faking it. Wanda brought something out in you that you didn't know was there, a spark. It was true what she said. She made you feel alive again. You were suddenly itching for a paintbrush.

This time, though, tonight, was something totally different. A different side to Wanda, something darker than you were expecting. You still felt as though you were missing something.

"You'll stay the night?" Wandas sweet voice interrupts your train of thoughts again, and you smile, leaving a kiss on her neck.

"Yes, please.." You whisper back.

Wanda holds you closely, your back pressed against her front. You could feel her even breathing, tickling your ear and neck. Her grip was strong around you. There was no moving away from her. You didn't want to, though. She was warm, soft. The bed smelled of her usual vanilla and mint. You felt yourself easily drifting off to sleep.

Your body and mind were too tired to think, too tired to worry, and too tired to focus on the fact your shadow was there watching.

In the morning, you awake to an empty bed, the sun trying to peak through the half open curtains that hang above the tall windows. You inhale deeply, taking in the scent of Wanda. Sitting up, you stretch your arms, realizing your body was still sore. You assumed Wanda was in her office working, so you quickly went to the bathroom.

Upon looking in the mirror, you took in the various marks she had left on your body. A bite mark where she broke skin, a few dark marks where she had claimed you. Your wrists were still red, and bruises in the form of fingerprints littered your hips. You felt a shock of pleasure go through your veins.

As quietly as you can, you sneak down the stairs, still in Wandas clothes. You smell fresh coffee as you pad down the familiar front hallway. Opposite to your usual therapy session room was Wandas office. The door was cracked open, and you were surprised. All the times you've come, it's been shut, sometimes even locked behind her.

Your hand touches the hard surface, slowly opening it all the way. You expect to see Wanda sitting there at the large wooden desk, but she's nowhere to be found. You walk inside and look around, finding it similar to the room across the hall. A large bookcase took up one of the walls, a few filing cabinets on the other, another fireplace, and some plants scattered throughout.

After looking around, you take a seat in the leather chair behind the desk. Papers scattered atop, the dream journal you gave her, and a few files of different patients she must have.

You look at a silver frame that held a photograph, showing a young brunette Wanda and a young boy, you assumed was her twin. Behind them, a man and a woman, who Wanda looked just like. You can't help but smile at the family photo and turn your head to the next picture frame. An older, grown-up Pietro with dirty blonde hair this time, his arm around a red-

Your stomach drops.

Your skin was burning, your entire body setting off an alarm.

With shaking hands, you grab the picture, stand up, and will yourself to take another look. An older, grown-up Pietro with dirty blonde hair, with his arm wrapped around a red-headed Wanda.

You walk only a step away from the desk, feeling like you were about to faint. The room began to spin. You set the frame down and grab the journal, skimming over the pages. Certain words catch your eye:

"Run." A menacing whisper, a familiar tone.

Behind the mask, under the hood, red strands of hair peak out.

The shadow kneels down, a gloved hand reaching up to brush their thumb across your lips.

"Such a pretty little mouse.." The shadow whispers.

You throw the journal across the room. Your hands move to the desk, opening the patient files. Empty, all of them. Blank pieces of paper to bulk them up. You throw them, scattering paper throughout the office. Your hands then reach for the picture frame, staring at the photo of Wanda and her twin. You think of the sessions you spent with her, back to last night. How could you be so blind?

Your shadow appeared a few months after your fling with Wanda, but then they disappeared? Wandas' voice filled your head.

"Last year I had to go home for quite a while to help out my brother, Pietro."

You need to leave. You need to get out of here right now. Everything in you was screaming.

A noise at the door causes you to jump, and the picture frame you held falls to the ground, glass breaking at your feet. Wanda stands in the doorway, sipping a cup of coffee. She was dressed in dark jeans and hoodie, casual.

"I thought the red would be a little more dramatic. It reminded me of that picture," she points to the photo on the floor in the now broken frame. You don't dare to move. Wanda takes another sip of coffee. "We went through a little rebellious phase, dyed our hair."

"Wanda.." You beg, taking a step back. She steps into the room and broken glass crunches beneath her shoes.

"Yes, little mouse?" Wandas crooked smile returns, a shiver up your spine. You close your eyes shut at her words, opening them back up to see her set her mug on the desk.

"It-It was you?" You rasp, hands reaching for the wall behind you.

"Of course it was. Come on, Y/N. You knew, deep down. You hid it from yourself.. Victimized yourself. When, in reality, you were begging for it. You told me you needed me.." Wanda blinks, speaking like it was a casual conversation on a cool Sunday morning.

She takes another step towards you, but you move along the wall away from her. Your head shakes furiously from side to side, anger building up inside of you. Wanda tilts her head to the side, a smile still on her face.

"Admit it," she beckons.

"Oh, fuck you, Wanda! Y-You played with my head, broke into my house!"

"And you enjoyed it! You told me you did, darling. Did you forget?" Her hands reach to her desk, pulling a drawer open and grabbing a file. Wanda throws it in your direction, landing on the floor in front of you. "I felt.. excitement.." She quotes you from one of her sessions.

You reach down quickly, not taking your eyes off of the dangerous woman in front of you, and grab the file. It was yours. Filled with confessions, quotes, everything you spoke to her about.

"You wanted someone, me, to bring you back. Give you a purpose." Wanda shakes her head at you.

"What fucking purpose, Wanda? So what, we meet at a-a fucking Christmas party and you think you can stalk me?" Your hands fumble with the file. Wandas demeanor changes at this, her slowly smile fading.

"We met before Natashas party." Her tone is harsh, you take another step away.

You try to think, but your mind is racing, trying to think of any moment in your life you had met Wanda. Surely you would have remembered. You were frightened, but you'd be stupid to say she wasn't beautiful. Hand picked from the Gods. You would have remembered.. why can't you remember?

"Wanda, just let me leave, okay? I won't tell anyone," you try to reason with her. She laughs loudly, the sound filling the room.

"Oh, little mouse. No one will believe you anyway! They didn't before, why would they now? Believe what - a woman with a history of mental illness? Someone who threatened to shoot her neighbors before trying to blow a hole in her head?" Wanda laughs again, shaking her head. "Over your psychiatrist, who has already documented each and every session. Filed away and reported accordingly."

"I waved that gun around because of you! You made me feel that way!" You yell at her, but Wanda only smirks.

"We both know that's not why.. Just admit it, Y/N," her voice is soft, but the look in her eyes is enough to know she's anything but. You look at her, confused. "Admit that you enjoy our little game," Wanda steps forward.

"What game, Wanda?" You don't move from the wall as she steps up to you. Your heart races out of your chest.

"Our Cat and Mouse game," Wanda says with a smirk, your blood runs cold.

"Just accept the fact that you enjoy it, and everything will be so much easier.." Her hand comes up to cup your cheek, her thumb running over your lips.

You take in her words, you take in the way your body reacts to her simple touch, the way it ignores all of the warning signs in your mind.

You weren't crazy.

You had a shadow, and now she was standing right in front of you.

Your eyes move to the door, Wanda chuckles as you do and takes a step back.

"You can run if you want," she starts, reaching behind her back. "But I will punish you.." Wandas' hand returns with a short knife. A black handle with an intricate design, a sharp blade medium length.

'What did you feel?' You imagine Wanda ask you as she sits across from you during a session.

Fear.

"And when I find you," she continues, licking her lips. The crooked smile returns. "I will fuck you."

Excitement.

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dirtyvulture · 10 months

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Beefy!Natasha Romanoff* x Fem!Reader

*Nat has a penis

18+ read at your own risk

Requested by anon: hi can u do g!p beefy nat please and like innocent sub fem reader absolutely dripping for her in public and trying to cup her bulge and muscles and so nat takes her home while ignoring her in the car and rams her senselessly in their bed

AN: This one is for the bottoms. Enjoy!

"Y/N, can you hand me that rag from the bucket. Y/N? Hello?”

You are completely oblivious to Steve asking you for something because you are so fixated on watching your girlfriend. The way she fills out her tank top, with her muscles stretching the fabric perfectly. The flex in her arms and shoulders when she reaches across the hood of a car, wiping a chamois back and forth until the metal gleams.

The Avengers were hosting a car wash and naturally, cars filled the entire block. You had come along because you really had nothing better to do, and you were not going to pass up an opportunity to see Natasha, half-clothed and working hard manual labor under the sun.

“Y/N!”

“Sorry, sorry!” you squeak, scrambling to fish a rag from a soapy bucket and passing it over to Steve. Natasha smirks as she watches you, knowing full well the effect she has on you. She pats the hood of the car, signaling she’s done, and the driver pulls forward to Thor’s station. Natasha walks over to the tent you’re taking cover from the sun under.

“You okay, babe? Make sure you’re staying hydrated,” Natasha says.

“I am,” you insist.

“Good.” Natasha grabs her own water bottle, taking a long sip from it, and pouring the rest over her head. The water turns her white tank top see-through and when you see the fabric clinging to her perfectly sculpted abs, you almost fall over.

“Just give me a few more minutes and we can head home,” Natasha says, coming over to you for a kiss. You don’t even realize what your hands are doing until you feel Natasha’s fingers close around your wrist, effectively stopping you from grabbing her bulge right in front of everyone. “Not here, baby,” she warns, but gives you a wink. “Maybe at home.”

You’re pretty sure you’re going to explode from the sheer level of arousal.

You sit down, crossing your legs, and trying to think of anything and everything that will take your mind off the empty pulsing of your core. You try to stop watching Natasha as she polishes off another car, but you can’t help but drool at her back muscles and stare at her ass.

When Natasha finishes the last car, she comes back to you. “Tony’s taking over for me. Ready to go home?”

“Yes, yes!” You leap up with embarrassing enthusiasm.

The drive back to your house is barely ten minutes, but you’ve already shown you have no restraint when it comes to your girlfriend, especially after watching her work in the heat for almost two hours. Your hand starts out innocently on her thigh, but slowly creeps higher towards her crotch. Natasha gives no indication she wants you in her pants, so you continue to push your luck until she finally swats you just as you’ve made it to her zipper.

“I said at home,” she scolds you.

“I could blow you while you drive,” you beg. “I bet I can get you to finish before we’re even in the driveway.”

“Do you think that lowly of my stamina?” Natasha replies.

“No, no!” you insist. “I just want you so badly, Nat. In my hand, in my mouth, in my--”

“That’s enough,” she snaps, and you know you’re walking a fine line, but you’re willing to push the boundary as far as you can go. But Natasha won’t have it, and she holds your wrists in your own lap to prevent you from touching her again.

When you finally arrive at the house, Natasha comes over to lift you out of the car and carry you inside. You’re squirming in her arms, impatient and desperate, but Natasha doesn’t say anything until you two are safely within the confines of your bedroom.

“On your knees,” Natasha demands, setting you on the floor.

You scramble to obey, watching hungrily as Natasha strips off her tank top and kicks off her jeans. You see how big the bulge in her boxers has become and you know she’s just as excited for this as you are.

“Put that pretty mouth to work,” she says, starting to stroke herself but you swat her hands away, taking her entire length in one swallow. Natasha moans as you pull back to suck on her tip and she threads her fingers in your hair to hold you in place as she starts jerking her hips forward. Your eyes water when the tip prods at the back of your throat, but you love being used like this.

You grasp at her muscular thighs, trying to keep yourself balanced as she fucks your mouth, wishing that she would stay still for a moment so you can savor her taste and the way her cock stretches past your lips.

“Fuck, baby, that’s my good girl,” Natasha grunts, her fingers tightening against your scalp as her hips move faster. “Where do you want my load? Down your throat or up your pussy?”

The dirty talk causes your own panties to soak with wetness. You can’t speak around her cock, and you won’t dare pull her out to respond.

“How about both?” Natasha offers, her abs flexing as she empties herself into your mouth in record time. You smirk, knowing that she could never last long in your mouth. When she pulls out, you take in a big breath and try to dive back in for another taste, but she stops you.

“On the bed, baby,” Natasha says, sweat gleaming on her muscles as she tears off your clothes and man-handles you onto the mattress. She slaps your butt and rubs her cock through your thighs until it’s throbbing and hard again. “Oh God, you’re so wet. What was it? Seeing me at the car wash or sucking on my dick?”

The real answer is both, but you manage to squeak out, “The car wash!” before Natasha slides effortlessly into your heat. The emptiness in your core is replaced by a feeling of being stretched almost to your limits; Natasha is big and no matter how many takes you take her, it’s like the first time. You moan as she starts thrusting into you, holding tightly onto your hips to keep you from bouncing away.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Natasha pants, pistoning into you harder and faster.

“Right there, Nat, right there,” you say when you feel her tip brush a sensitive spot inside of you. “Fuck!”

“You’re not gonna cum until I say you can,” Natasha demands, but the quiver in her own voice gives away the fact that she’s close too. You grab onto the bedsheets in clawed hands, biting into a pillow to will yourself from falling over the edge before you’re given permission to.

“Please Nat,” you beg. “I can’t hold it much longer.”

“Yes, you can,” she says, her hips moving jerkily now. Your walls clamp down on her cock sporadically until she can’t take it.

“Cum with me, baby.”

You don’t need to be told twice, your entire body going rigid as the ball of arousal in your stomach explodes. Your cum gushes all over Natasha’s cock and down your thighs, and her own seed shoots deep into you. Both of you ride out the bliss of your orgasms and Natasha lays on top of you, careful not to crush you with her weight but you want to feel every part of her against your skin.

“I love you,” you whisper, cuddling into her and closing your eyes in content.

“I love you, too,” she says.

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daemonshooker · 9 months

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She was made for me // Daemon targaryen x sister

Summary: After Daemon catches his sister with a knight, their tensions rise and they have sex and after they have sex they get caught by their father.

Warnings: +18, smut, targaryen incest, jealous, fingering, violence, pussy licking.

The big hall was full of people, they were eating and dancing. Princess Rowena was sitting with her family at the table set for them, the chair next to her was empty. She was beginning to wonder where her big brother was when he entered the hall in all his majesty. He bowed his head slightly in respect to the king and then took his place at the table next to his sister. For a few seconds, his eyes flickered to his sister. She looked gorgeous as always. Her red dress was gathered with pink tulle, her neck was open to her breasts so that her breasts stood out. She wore gold bracelets to secure the tulle sleeves to her wrists, the gold showing the wealth of her house. Her wavy silver hair was braided once in the back so that it did not cover her beautiful face. Daemon could not take his eyes off her.

"You're late... as always." Her voice was calm. She took a sip of her wine, watching people dancing in front of them. He grinned and turned towards the dancing people. "What? did you miss me?" He said in a mocking tone and took a grape from the bunch of grapes in front of him and popped it in his mouth. Rowena sighed in exasperation at her brother's answer.

After a few moments of silence, she turned to her brother. "So when are you going to ask me to dance?" Daemon grinned at his sister's sass. "What's the magic word?" Rowena rolled her eyes. "If you don't ask me to dance, I'll find someone else who will." Daemon could never deny Rowena, she was the apple of his eye. But when she spoke like that he wanted nothing more than to put her over his knee and spank her. He sighed, got up from his chair, held out his hand to his sister and smiled. She took his hand with a smile, they moved towards the dance floor and blended in with the other people dancing. "You know, you're sweeter when you obey." She smirked at him. The dance was intimate, Daemon knew he could kiss her but he just smiled, not willing to give up the game he was playing. "Well, I'm not so sweet when I disobey little sister." He whispered in her ear. "Just ask the ladies I've been with." Her smile faded and she stay silent for a minute. "So where have you been? Brothel?" He smiled at the jealousy in her voice. "I spent the afternoon with a lovely lady. She was so cute and shy, I could see her melt in my hands." She smiled, refusing to let jealousy overtake her. "It's good to see you having fun, brother." He pulled her closer hardly. "How about you little sister? Did you get a handsome knight to carry you away?" Daemon teased. "I did." She smirked to him. "Who was this lucky knight? Can I meet him?" Daemon said, giving her a playful look. "Maybe..."

At the dance the partners changed, Daemon was paired with a lady, while his sister was in the arms of another man, and then Daemon lost sight of them. He danced with the lady at his side and did his best to ignore the jealousy and resentment as he looked at Rowena dancing with another. He kept his calm and kept his mind focused on other things. After awhile Daemon had finished dancing and went to find Rowena again hoping she wasn't with that man still. He realized that his sister was no longer in the hall and he left the hall to look for her. After about ten minutes of searching, he entered a dark corridor and his blood boiled with what he saw. It was his sister Rowena kissing a knight, the knight's hand was holding her ass through her dress.

He angrily went towards them. "You whore!" He shouted and grabbed Rowena by the arm and pulled her to him, she was shaken by the momentary pull and didn't realize what had happened. "Daemon?" She didn't know what she was feeling, she knew Daemon wouldn't hurt her, but she had never seen him so angry. He was holding her arm so tight it hurt. "Is that what you do? Were you whoring while I was gone!? How many times?" He shake her even more and raised his voice even higher. "How many times? How many people touched you!?"

"Let go of me." She pulled her arm out of his hand, no fear in her voice or expression. Daemon grabbed her chin and pulled her to him. "I'll kill you, you filthy bitch." The knight grabbed Daemon's arm. "My prince-" Daemon's anger increased tenfold. He let go of Rowena and angrily turned to the knight and punched him in the face. The knight fell to the ground with blood on his face, daemon got on top of him and continued punching him, not letting him fight back. "Daemon stop!" Rowena grabbed her brother's arm but daemon pushed her to the ground. "You son of a-" Rowena angrily stood up and started walking quickly down the dark hallway. When Daemon saw his sister starting to leave, he got up and started to follow her. "Where do you think you're going?" She kept moving fast without stopping. She was aware that her brother was coming fast behind her. "To father. I'm going to tell him you're acting like a rabid dog." She said in angry tone

Daemon's didn't care what their father might say. "Father can suck my cock. Just wait until I tell the king that I found you getting fondled by a commoner!" he shouted, tightening his grip on her. "What would he say that, you whore?" He shouted at her. "Stop calling me whore!" She shouted back as she climbed the stairs. "Then stop acting like a whore!" Rowena quickly climbed the stairs and started to speed down the hallway to her room, she could still hear daemon coming up behind her, he was still yelling at her. She stormed into her room and slammed the door in Daemon's face. She locked the door and could hear the daemon pushing the doorknob. "Open the door, Rowena!" he yelled at her and started banging on the door. "Fuck off..." She paused for a second or two and then continued. "Bitch!" Daemon got even angrier. "I said open the fucking door! Or I'll break it!" Rowena didn't answer. When Daemon saw that she still didn't open the door, he kicked it. It didn't break immediately, so Daemon kicked it harder this time, the lock broke and the door swung open and the prince walked in. Rowena was shocked, she didn't think he would break the door. "What the fuck did you do?!" She pointed to the door. "You were lucky it was me! What if Dad saw you like that? Have you ever thought how he'd feel? Did you ever think how I-?" He said the last sentence with more anger but he couldn't finish it. "Why do I always have to think about the others? Why can't I do something for myself for once?" He approached her. Daemon pulled her close by one arm and grabbed her chin with the other, forcing her head to tilt up. He looked at her and the love and anger inside him were mixed together. He wanted to kiss her so badly, and he wanted to hurt her.

Rowena felt his warmth on her lips as she tried to break free from his tight arms. She stopped struggling as a feeling of surprise and relief washed over her body and she slowly closed her eyes to the feel of his warm lips. Daemon moved his hand, which was gripping her waist tightly, to the nape of her neck and pushed her against himself even more. He wanted to hurt her but even the feeling of hurting her made his blood run cold, he was fighting his own emotions inside him, anger, joy, desire, love, he didn't know what to do, he just kept kissing her. When they broke apart to catch their breath, Rowena looked at her brother's green eyes with her blue ones, the surprised expression on her face hiding the excitement she felt.

She freed her hand from daemon's grasp and without wasting a time she grabbed his cheek and brought him to her lips once more. This time it was more passionate, more aggressive, as if they felt like if they didn't hold each other tightly they would slip away. Daemon explored her mouth with his tongue, his excitement and desire growing more and more. Daemon wrapped his free hand tightly around her waist and guided her towards the table, refusing to let his lips escape hers. When Rowena felt the hard wooden table behind her she already knew where this was going but she didn't care, she let herself fall into his arms. Daemon's one hand went from her neck to her hair and started tugging at it, while his other hand had already found her breasts. He was squeezing and caressing them through the dress.

Daemon couldn't stand it any longer and brought both hands to the chest part of her dress, it was a good quality fabric but it split in half, unable to withstand Daemon's strong tugging. Now her perky breasts were fully exposed. Daemon pulled away from his sister's lips, his right hand stroking one breast and pinching her nipple, the other breast with his tongue and sharp teeth. His free hand was making sure to grab her small waist and pin her to the table. Rowena was filled with the painful pleasure of his bites and squeezes, little moans escaping her mouth as she tried to make it easier for the daemon by removing the gold bracelets from her arms, after removing two bracelets and throwing them on the floor, daemon used his hands to pull the dress off her shoulders and watched it fall to the floor. Now his little sister was naked in front of him. Daemon's smile grew wider as he felt his fat cock straining against his pants, his pants were even a little wet and his crotch was starting to hurt. After spending a few seconds looking at her naked body, he grabbed her again and sat her on the table, spreading her legs apart, feeling like a hound off its chain, running towards its prey, he placed his hands on her inner thighs and laughed when he felt the wetness running down her legs as he prepared to touch his lips to her sweet little cunt.

He looked at Rowena's face and smiled again at the look of impatience and desire on her face. "Come on..." She said in an impatient and quiet tone, ready to beg if Daemon rejected her. After Daemon looked at her one last time and chuckle cruelly, he knelt in front of the table and grabbed Rowena by the legs and pulled her a little closer to him. He spread her legs wide apart and brought his face close to her pussy and left a little kiss before he started, when he ran his thumb along her slit he shook off the thought of spitting on her pussy and wetting it, because it was wet enough. He spread the wetness all over her pussy with his fingers. "So wet for her brother..." He teased. He then parted its lips and began sucking her clit with his tongue and licking her little pussy. As soon as Daemon's tongue on her, she let out a huge sigh and leaned back against the table and closed her eyes. She couldn't stop moaning as Daemon slipped his tongue inside her tiny hole. While he was fucking her with his tongue, his hand was rapidly stroking her clit. The princess writhed with pleasure, unable to focus on anything but the pleasure she was feeling as Daemon inserted two fingers inside her. "So tight." He teased, his fingers moving quickly inside her as his tongue continued to suck her while he used his free hand to lower Rowena's aroused waist. Rowena's moans became louder. Rowena was digging her fingernails into the wooden table in pleasure, the table was covered in scratches. Daemon could feel she's close but he didn't want to end the night with his mouth.

His hand immediately went to his belt and started to unbuckle his pants, which were almost bursting with bulge, and he pulled them down. Rowena stared at her brother's fat and hard cock, wondering how it was going to fit in her. Daemon laughed when he saw the hesitation and slight fear on her face, he knew what she was thinking. He moved closer to her and ran his finger across her lips. "It will fit... it fit before." He pulled her to him again and laid her face down on the table. Rowena was on her toes, daemon stood behind her with her legs spread a little wider and slowly moved his cock into her cunt, preparing himself for her and getting his cock wet. A small moan escaped the princess's mouth as he forced his reddened head into her hole. She was very tight. After a little more hovering over the hole, daemon suddenly thrust his whole cock into her tight cunt. Rowena screamed and writhed in pain. "Shh calm down, it's alright..." He said trying to reassure her with a smile. Slowly he began to thrust in and out. As her pussy became accustomed to his cock he increased the speed even more. The princess's cries of pain turned into cries of pleasure. The prince was going so fast inside her that it was hard for her to breathe. The room was filled with their moans. They were sure they could be heard at the feast in the great hall. "Ye- Yes... faster" Rowena said in a shaky voice, panting. Daemon spread her thighs apart with both hands to get a better view of her pussy and gave her a smack. He hadn't felt like this in a long time, his sister was made for him, her hot little hole was meant for him to ruin.

The princess's legs were trembling, Daemon came out of her and in one swift motion lifted her off the table, spun her around, lifted one leg and thrust his cock back inside her. The fruit platter and wine on the table shaked. Rowena and Daemon were now face to face. She quickly unbuttoned and unpinned his shirt and threw it in a corner of the room. Daemon held her leg with one hand and ran his other hand through her hair, sweat pouring from both of them. "Will you ever come near my knights again?" Daemon asked between panting moans, not slowing. Rowena was in no position to answer, so she just shook. "That's what I thought..." Daemon picked her up and laid her down, they were both very close. The prince grabbed her face and forced her to look at him. "Don't take your eyes off me!" He ordered fiercely, and as much as Rowena tried to keep her eyes open, they were closing in pleasure. Daemon was still moving in and out as the orgasm finally hit her, he felt her tighten around him and without much delay he filled her pussy with his seed. He lay on top of her still inside. She ran her hands through his wet hair, they were still panting. After a while of just lying there in silence, Daemon went between her legs. He watched his seed dripping out of her and ran his tongue over her cunt one last time. "Ahh your taste just so good." He grinned at her, rowena smiled and beckoned him back into her arms. Daemon approached her again and lay down next to her as she put her head on his chest.

"Are you going to tell Daddy you gave me your little pussy?" He teased her, she smiled with a blush... "Do you remember our first night?" She looked up at him. Daemon's eyes were closed, but he wasn't sleeping. "How could I forget, you were screaming like always." He teased her again. "No, I wasn't..." Her cheeks were a little red but she was smiling, she didn't want this moment to end. She could lie naked on the floor with Daemon for eternity. Daemon giggled at her answer. "Yes you were..." Rowena sighed deeply and laid her head back on his chest. "We used to make love in our parents' side room so we wouldn't be overheard... We were so young..." She smiled sadly as she reminisced. Daemon was smiling too, he wouldn't have traded those moments for anything. "They were very loud." They laughed together. Rowena looked at her torn dress on the floor. "You know, I spent a lot of money on that dress." She looked up at the daemon. "I'll buy you a new one." Daemon said slowly as he opened his eyes and looked at her. "Yes you will." She said coquettishly and playfully. Their faces were so close daemon put his hand on her face and pulled her closer to him and pressed his lips to hers once more until the sound of their father's voice coming from the hallway. They got up from the floor and daemon quickly picked up his pants from the floor and started to put them on. Rowena grabbed the covers off the bed and wrapped them around her just as their father opened the door.

For a few seconds Baelon stared in bewilderment at the broken door, at the torn dress on the floor, at the jug of wine spilled on the table, at his half-naked son and his daughter covered with a blanket. He wanted to be angry but he was paralyzed, the room was deathly silent, no one was saying anything, only the sound of the wine dripping from the table onto the floor. To break the silence the princess looked at her father and spoke with a smile. "Hi dad..."

Sorry if it's too long 😭

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sunshowerwriting · 10 months

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Pact Marks

(Obey Me!) Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor x Gender Neutral Reader (Separate)

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Where the pack marks are and how the brothers react to seeing them.

I am very behind in obey me and i still dont know if im gonna get back into the game but i <3 the boys so even if im way behind im gonna keep writing for them. also i know this has been done a million times but i wanted to write one too so :3

Lucifer;

His pact mark showed up right below your collarbone on the right side of your body. It was in a private enough place that it wasn’t noticeable 90% of the time, but if you ever wore anything low cut or were ever shirtless then there was no way of hiding it.

He had no intention of seeing it at first. He felt no need, it was just a silly pack mark there was no need for him to search it out. And he certainly didn't think he'd feel as drawn to it as he did when he finally saw it.

When he did finally see it he was enthralled. He was so mesmerized by the little symbol that he had to stop you from doing whatever you were doing so he could just stare at it. (And maybe touch it if you would let him.)

It was a hot day in the devildom. Hotter than it had been in a very long time and there was no way you were going to let yourself get heat stroke while you were here. So you chose to wear a tanktop that had as little fabric on your body as possible. You hadn't even thought that your pack marks would be on display; you simply wanted some relief from the sweltering heat. However, your housemates did not let you by that easily. Or specifically one house mate, one that you least expect.

You were just leaving your room for something to drink but before you could get the sweet liquid your body desired Lucifer stopped you.

“Y/n, face me.”

You knew better than to decline a request like that so you turned around hoping to get whatever this was finished with as soon as possible. But what you weren’t prepared for was Lucifer just staring at you.

It made you a little self-conscious at first. But the self-conscious feeling quickly turns into amusement when you realize what he was staring at.

“Your pact mark.” You said teasingly.

His eyes didn't move from your chest. So you offered your next question with caution.

“Do you wanna touch it?”

Mammon;

His pact mark showed up on your left side right on your ribs. There was no way anyone was seeing this unless they caught you changing or you offered to show it to them. Which was bad for Mammon.

He wanted to know where it was immediately. But he wasn’t just gonna admit that to you. So he took it upon himself to pay extra close attention to any bit of exposed skin you had. Every time your shirt rode up or you took off your shoes he was examining your exposed skin with a magnifying glass.

When he finally gave in and asked you (albeit in a very roundabout way) to show him you were more than happy to do so. He was a little thrown off at you showing so much skin to him but after the shock he was really surprised by the pack mark. It's almost like he didn’t believe that it was his pack mark.

“Sure I’ll show you.” Your words were nonchalant if not a little amused at Mammon's question.

You immediately moved to lift your shirt. It may have been better if you had just taken it off but either way lifting it certainly did the job. And there on full display was Mammons pact mark. Mammon had averted his eyes briefly when you started lifting your shirt but when you made an impatient noise he looked back at you reluctantly.

His eyes immediately met with his pact mark sitting on your ribcage. The little symbol fit perfectly there and he seemed to be in a state of disbelief. His eyes were wider than normal and his jaw hung slack.

“Why are you making that face?”

Your words shook him out of his little trance and his eyes shot up to your face.

“I’m not makin a face!” He said, placing his hands on his hips.

You rolled your eyes at him but didn't say anything else on the matter. His eyes went back to the pack mark while you slowly put your shirt back down, covering the little mark.

Mammon would definitely need to see that again at a later date.

Leviathan;

His mark showed up on the outside of your right thigh. It was an odd place in your opinion, but the more you thought about it the more you realized just how perfect it was for the avatar of envy.

Levi hadn’t thought about it initially. In his mind he knew you had a pack mark now but it hadn't crossed his mind that you'd ever want to show it to him. But as time went on he did get a little curious. Not enough to ask you about it but enough to start theorizing about where it might be.

Eventually you brought it up. Asked if he wanted to see it and with some coaxing you convinced him to let you show it to him. He was… embarrassed to say the least.

When you started unbuttoning your pants Levi started to freak out. You assumed this would happen so you tried not to pay it too much attention. Simply muttering a “calm down” and continuing your action of trying to show him the mark. Once you had pulled your pants down and turned your body to show the little mark Levi had taken it upon himself to cover his eyes with his hands.

“Levi come on, You're not gonna see anything.”

He mumbled something incoherent but with a bit more prying you got him to look at you. And as soon as his eyes made contact with his pact mark his face went a whole new shade of red.

“It's there!” He practically shouted while trying to avert his eyes again.

But now that he knew where the mark was he was having trouble keeping his eyes off of it. That seemed to be the way it was with most of the brothers and their pack marks, it was like they were drawn to them. Levi was certainly trying to fight that feeling however.

You laughed at the demon, and started to reach to put your pants back on. You thought you were sparing him the embarrassment or at least some of it but much to your surprise Levi stopped you before you could cover up again.

“Wait! Can you… can you let me look at it a little longer?”

Satan;

Satan's mark appeared on the inside of your wrist on your dominant hand. It was one of the most obvious places any of your pack marks had been thus far and truthfully that shouldn’t come as much of a shock.

He saw it right away. He tried to play it cool. He wasn't even that attached to you so why would he go crazy over a little pack mark. But if you paid close enough attention to him his eyes would linger on your wrist every chance he would get.

But when he actually gave in and took a moment to REALLY look at it he didn't even bother asking.

You found yourself situated comfortably in the library. Cozied up reading and enjoying your moment of peace. You were bound to get interrupted eventually but who interrupted you came as a bit of a shock.

“Y/n.”

Satan came to sit next to you on the sofa with the simple greeting and you put down what you were reading for a moment to see what he was going to do. He glanced at you for a moment before gesturing to a table on the other side of you.

“Would you hand me that book?” He asked.

You did as you were asked and handed him the little book that was sitting on the other side of you. When turning to hand it to him though you were stopped in your tracks when he grabbed your wrist and not the book.

“What are you—“

Your words died in your throat when you realized what he was doing. Satan's eyes were boring holes into your wrist, right where your pact mark was placed. His eyes tracing every curve and line of the mark.

You were content to let him do whatever he wanted so you both sat quietly for some time as he looked at the mark that bound you together.

Asmodeus;

His was below your belly button. It was fitting and when you realized where it was you knew there was no way you'd let him see it right away. Perhaps you wanted to tease him or maybe you just didn't feel comfortable enough yet. But no matter how fitting the placement was, you weren't showing him right away.

Asmo begged to see it. He had so many ideas of where it could be, and considering he couldn’t find it on any of your exposed skin, his ideas were getting worse and worse as time went on.

You eventually gave in and let him see it and he was in love immediately. He would not stop looking at it and cooing over how good it looked on you.

“Alright, fine!”

You were more than a little frustrated at Asmo’s constant begging but at this point you didn’t actually mind showing him the pack mark that much. So you might as well show him now and get it over with.

Asmo was very excited. You could tell just by looking at him that he was bubbling with anticipation and excitement. His eyes did not stop looking over you for even a second while you prepared yourself to show him the pack mark.

With a quick motion you lifted your shirt and adjusted your pants to expose the little mark. Asmos eyes widened way before he could even see the mark but when his eyes finally landed on it he let out a gasp. He was enamored by the little mark and he reached out to place his hands on your sides. It was as if he was making sure you weren't going to go anywhere.

“How has it taken you so long to show me this?” He whined.

You shook your head at him but said nothing. Deciding to let him marvel at the little mark for however long he’d behave.

Beelzebub;

His mark appeared on your left shoulder. You actually couldn’t find it at first. Like you knew one had appeal but you could not figure out where it was, but eventually you did catch sight of it. It was in a place that someone else could maybe see depending on what you were wearing but you yourself weren’t able to get a great look at it most of the time.

Beel hadn’t thought about it much. He kinda forgot you even had a pack mark for a while but even when the thought crossed his mind he didn't have the biggest urge to see it either.

He did see it eventually though. You didn't make a point to show him but you just so happened to be wearing something that shows off your shoulders and there it was. Beel was very nonchalant about it.

You had been looking for Beel for a while. You had to give him something from Lucifer and you were looking to get the errandend over quickly so you could go back to whatever it was you actually had planned for the day. And luckily for you you finally found Beel eating a snack in one of the sitting rooms.

“Beel, I have something for you.” You said striding over to where he sat.

He freed his hands momentarily to take whatever it was you were giving him but he didn’t look too thrilled with it.

“It’s from Lucifer… Obviously.”

You laughed as Beel’s face scrunched up at your words but you paid it no mind as you turned around and began walking out of the room. As your back was turned to him you weren't able to catch the face he made when his eyes came in contact with your pack mark. His eyes went wide for a moment and he tried to map out the mark before you really left the room.

He didn’t say anything, just quietly let you go as he stared a hole into your shoulder. He had never had any interest in seeing the little mark before. But now, well maybe he would ask to see the mark again some time in the future.

Belphegor;

His mark appeared on the top of your right foot. It wasn't center to your foot though, it was slightly to the outside of your body. You found it pretty quickly as you do have to take off your shoes and socks pretty regularly, but the mark wasn't so out there that someone would see it every day.

Belphie was curious and he asked you almost immediately where it was and if he could see it. He had no shame in the question and if you really didn’t want to show him you could always say no.

He was quite intrigued by it when he saw it. There was no way he was going to be genuine about that though. So he resorted to staring at it and making a snarky comment.

“So can I see it?”

You shrugged at Belphie’s request to see the pack mark. You’ve gone through this before and at this point you really didn’t mind showing him. So you sat down and took off your shoe, revealing the little mark on the top of your foot. Belphie looked at the mark with a strange look on his face, you almost wanted to ask what was up,but you kept the question to yourself as he continued to gaze at the mark.

“That's it?”

You rolled your eyes at him but he didn’t even look up so you assumed he didn’t even notice. You could tell he was actually quite interested in the mark and you know how he can be so you let him act that way. But if he wasn’t going to ask the question you assumed he wanted to then you would offer for him. You moved your foot closer to him which made him flinch and look up at you. You only gave him an exasperated look before gesturing to your foot with your hand and spoke.

“Go on, touch it.”

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meowpupp · 3 months

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hiii can I request some fluff with puppy reader and Price pleaseeeee

(injury & comfort)

Price comes home to find reader with a bloody bandage around her fingers and palm from accidentally dropping a glass of water. she’s so desperate to clean it, scared he would get mad at her but he actually doesn’t gaf abt the mess and just wants to take care of his sweetheart 😓🙏

poor puppy girl who stands in front of the bathroom sink, tears blurring her vision as she desperately tries to wash away the blood. bandages are already set out, a trashbag full of broken glass and bloody tissues sitting in the corner of the room.

heart beating quickly, the feeling of fear almost making you choke. your hands are shaky as you dry them, the towel spotting bright red now. you don't even notice as price enters the house, door as he approaches, hands reaching for your wrists.

his heart breaks as you yelp, teary eyes wide and scared. you look so little, vulnerable. "shhh, s'okay puppy. show me." his voice is soft and rumbly, but still has the undertone of dominance that makes you instantly obey.

your hands tremble as you let him take them, blood still slowly seeping from the cut. "sorry, m so sorry, didn't- didn't mean to make a mess. I tried to clean the glass up, im sorry-"

he cuts you off, kissing the cut on your finger. prices eyes are soft and warm as they meet yours. "you're okay sweetheart. youre not in trouble love, just an accident." he pulls you tight, back against his chest.

he talks you through it, describing each step he goes through as he bandages your hand. he knows the deep rasp of his voice calms you, providing both comfort and distraction.

he uses the bandaids he specifically bought for you. brightly coloured with your favourite character on them.

once he's done, price turns you around. one big arm wraps around your back, the other tangling in your hair as he pulls you close. he gently shushes you, letting you feel the rhythm of his breath, breathe in the musk and cigar scent that clings to him.

"never need to apologise for living sweetheart. would never be mad over an accident," he kisses the side of your head, "you're safe here, I've got you sweet girl. such a good pup for trying to clean it up, m'sorry you got hurt baby,"

he smiles softly as you finally relax, unable to resist the warmth and warmth he radiates, "my precious girl. so, so good f'me."

#firm beliver that owner price thinks his girl can do no wrong #she could burn the house down and he'd just 🤷‍♂️#sorry if this doesnt hit 😭#mw2 x reader #captain price x reader #price x reader #john price x reader #price x puppygirl #price x female reader #female reader #price x chubby!puppygirl

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sillysillygoofygoose · 3 months

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Toji and younger masochist reader 😍

Reader (19/20) would let toji do anything he wants and calls him daddy and shit 😩😩

I have been fantasizing about this for a while now

😳 AHHHHHHHHH YES WOAH 🤭 I HAVE BEEN SITTING ON THIS ONE FOR A MINUTE BECAUSE I WANT TO ABSOLUTELY DIG IN. THANK YOUUUUU ANON 💕💕💕

(Heavy degradation, implied subspace, slapping, spitting, literally smallest ever talk of piss but no actual piss don't let it turn you away🩷)

Don't Cry... Or Do.

Stinging tingles overwhelm your senses as you grind your needy, clothed cunt against the rounded leather of the tip of Toji's boot.

"Aw C'mon, don't tear up on me now... said you'd take anything I'd give ya'." Toji's condescending tone pulls you through the dull, throbbing pain housing on the flesh of your left cheek after a heavy smack lands on the irritated, tenderized skin. Your mouth gapes open in response, a cloudy "ugghhh" pouring out of your unhinged jaw.

"Ohh pretty girl... what do you say?" He smirks, gripping the back of your hair, pulling your head back, your eyes following suit in their sockets.

"Mmm, thank you, Daddy." Mumbling, you cling onto the back of Toji's flexed calve, sighing as you overexert your hips just to creep closer to your long-awaited orgasm.

"There we go. Be a grateful little whore. You're sooo lucky that a I'm taking care of you. Right, baby? Come on, tell me. How. Fucking. Lucky. You. Are." Toji emphasizes each word with a stern slap to your reddened, dewy, tortured face.

Toji could stare at you like this all day. Topless and hurting, sultry and pained, you're his slutty girl in all her glory. Mascara left dark, harsh trails under your puffy, agonized, watery eyes. You looked so pathetic. You are so pathetic.

A young, coquettish girl, begging to be stretched out, used up, and dehumanized by a man old enough to be her father.

Fucking. Pathetic.

"M' sooo lucky. Fuck, I'm such a lucky girl daddy. Thank you~ ah! Thank youuu. M' really close daddy, please can I cum? Pleaasseee." You pouted and cried, face smushed on his knee, drool slipping from your puffed up lips and sinking through his thick pants.

"Dirty fucking whore." Toji flexes his foot, lifting you up slightly on his shoe, halting your movements just as you began teetering on the edge of your release.

You whine out loud, dignity long gone as you slut yourself out for your dirty old man.

"Fuckin' c'mere." Toji harshly grabs you from were you sat in front of him, manhandling you to sit in his previous spot as he stands hovering above you.

"On your back, whore. Hurry up. You want Daddy to use your throat as a useless little fleshlight?" Unbuckling his belt and yanking down the fabric obscuring his hardened, angry cock, Toji positions your head to hang off the edge of the bed. You open your mouth out of obedience and desperation, quietly begging to feel the warmth and taste the salt of Toji's dick as it invades your mouth.

"Hold on, pretty girl. Not yet, gotta work for it. Lick my fucking balls. Feel how full they are for your slutty little body." He supports your heavy head with both of his big, manly hands as you strain your neck to reach his ball.

Taking one of Toji's balls in your mouth, you feel like you can breathe for the first time as the atmosphere momentarily calms, everything moving in slow motion.

Toji moans freely as he pushes your face deep into his crotch, holding you in place.

"Good fucking girl. That's right. Up." Toji pulls you from your place between his legs, forcing your mouth open when you go to swallow the excess spit gathered in your mouth. Before you can blink, a strand of saliva falls from Toji's mouth to yours.

"Swallow." He demands, roughly grabbing your chin. You obey, looking up at him with wide, desperate, begging eyes, head feeling woozy and light.

"Heh. Fucking slut. You know what to say, don't you? Haven't I trained you well?"

"Thank you. Thank you daddy." Grabbing at the base of his cock, Toji lowers your head back on the bed, slapping the head of his cock against your cheek.

"Mmmmhm. Could fucking piss on you and you'd thank me, huh puppy?" The older man teased, guiding his cock into your mouth.

"Hush. Now just fucking lay there and take it." Immediately, Toji begins thrusting deep into your throat, smiling as you gag and kick your legs out straight in front of you.

"Mmm my pretty fucking girl. You like that don't you? Like how my dick forces its way down your sluttly little throat?"

Toji leans over your bruised up, weakened body, pushing his way deeper down your throat until his balls reach your chin. He grabs at both of your tits, squeezing one while slapping the other.

Tears fill your eyes as you groan around his dick, droplets of pain and pleasure leaking from your eyes, rolling down your forehead.

"You got it, you can take it. I know you can." You feel the carbon dioxide overrule the oxygen in your lungs, banging against the barrier to just get out.

Tojis watched as your cheeks puff out and your head bobbles freely, pulling out of your mouth, immediately forcing your hand to take its place. He laughs as you gasp and mechanically sit up, back instantly falling to meet his mid thigh.

"Don't stop. Keep stroking daddy's dick. Almost there, sweetheart." Toji pushes your shoulder to turn you around, facing him. You sniff, attempting to make yourself look a little less pitiful, although it didn't do much of anything as snot and tears and sweat all rush down your face as you're finally right side up.

"Okaayy baby, close your eyes and open your mouth." Toji grabs the back of your neck, forcing you towards him as he hurriedly pulls at the head of his cock right in front of your face. The second you close your eyes, you feel a thick, warm substance cover you face and land heavy in your mouth, Toji's deep, grumbling moans accompanying it.

"Alright girl, hold still. Doing so good for me. Let me grab something to clean you off. Then you can prove to me that you deserve to cum" He huffs, patting the side of your face to signal his temporary departure.

Your entire body aches and stings as you sit blindly on your knees, waiting for your mean, old man to come and take care of you. The constant stinging of your face reminds you how good you take him. How good you make him feel. How good you serve him.

Hope you enjoyed! Xoxo

You are such a good girl.

Links to inspiration (CW: Hitting, face fucking, extreme and explicit content, please watch with caution and under your own discretion 🩷)

Thank you verryy much anon! This was very fun to write! 💕

Participate in kink safely and with full communication and consent between both partners. Always.

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