#the boxer otherworldly

[malleleothreesome]

Blindfolded Malleus

💚 summary: You edge Malleus while he's blindfolded ༶༶༶ 💚 warnings: gender neutral reader, you go to TOWN on those horns of his, brief mention of Malleus wanting to breed you, blowjob, penis in [gender neutral hole] sex, creampie ༶༶༶ 💚 word count: 6.6k words ༶༶༶ 💚 inspired by: @creepysun-cpsunnhild's ask thank you! ♡✧*:･ﾟ

Malleus sits patiently on his bed, hands clasped on his lap, buzzing with nervous excitement as he waits for you to join him. He is already stripped down to only his boxers, eager to begin the night's festivities.

"Are you nervous?" you ask him as you rummage around in your backpack before finally pulling out a silky black blindfold purchased from the secret backroom of Sam's shop.

Malleus blinks, mouth parting slightly in the way he does when surprised, "A little? This is rather... novel for me." His lips fall into a pout. "Being unable to see your face is strange. I won't get to enjoy your expression as you pleasure me..."

You zip up your backpack and saunter over to his bed where Malleus waits, boxers tented around the evidence that he is looking forward to this, despite his apprehensions. You flash him a mischievous smile as you crawl over to him on the bed, settling in a straddle across his thighs. "That will just force you to be more sensitive to my touch," you coo as you cup his soft, milky cheek in your hand, admiring the complete beauty of his face for a final moment before you blindfold him. As he returns your loving gaze, his slitted pupils start to widen from desire and you watch in awe as his verdant irises are completely swallowed by inky pools of hunger. “I promise you won't even miss my face in the heat of the moment,” you try to reassure him.

He scoffs before murmuring in a low, smoky voice, "You know me far better than that, child of man." And yet, despite his objections, he obediently tilts his chin down, lowering his lashes as he allows you to place the black silk over his face. Malleus inhales sharply as the light suddenly dims to complete darkness. He stills like a startled creature of the forest as his sight leaves him, his muscles tense and his eyelids twitch under the silk as he comes to terms with his new vulnerability. You stop straddling him, denying him the comforting warmth of your thighs against his as you crouch on your knees beside him. He growls as you refuse to indulge his lust, remaining perfectly still as he struggles to find his bearings. You want him to simmer with arousal before you ease his longing—a little frustration will make his eventual orgasm that much more satisfying.

His innate magical ability attempts to compensate for the obscuration of his eyes by granting him heightened senses that would guide him in a perilous situation. He finds himself hyper aware of the beating of your heart and the slow rhythmic cadence of your breathing. The tension between your still bodies grows palpable. Your heartbeats thrum synchronically with the silent yearning of two lovers desperate to press skin against skin. Malleus is so ethereally beautiful, your heart can’t help but leap every time you look at him. The black silk shrouding his vision only serves to emphasize the handsome cut of his jaw and his sharp, seductive lips, parted in breathless anticipation. The glossy fabric paints a dark tapestry against the snowy hues of his skin. A lock of his viridian hair slips along his forehead in a way that accentuates the graceful curve of his brow. Every fiber of his being drips with all the charms of an otherworldly prince, an untouchable enigma that transcends mortal understanding. Yet he sits there, completely bared to you, stripped of his power, a masterpiece defaced by a veil of cloth; a prize awaiting the taking.

Despite his lack of sight, he can feel your gaze on him like a physical caress, causing goosebumps to sprout across his alabaster skin and his ears and cheeks to bloom a flustered rose-red. He knows you are simply teasing him, but the sensation of being denied his favorite view of his beloved is utterly infuriating. Yet, something about being without your gaze stirs the desire within him. When your lovemaking has reached its peak in the past, the sight of your flushed cheeks and blissed out expression has made his blood run hot and has left him in the throes of the most pleasurable high. Not being able to gaze upon you will allow him to focus his whole being upon the ecstasy he feels every time he is brought to climax. This denial will amplify the sensations he will feel in the midst of passion and he finds himself anxiously anticipating how overwhelming those emotions might be. His cock grows harder and twitches excitedly at the thought and he bites his lip to contain the groans of arousal rising up in the back of his throat. Your proximity, despite him being unable to see your form, is positively maddening. Now that sight is taken away, the darkness is acting like an aphrodisiac. He wants nothing more than to lose himself to desire, touch, scent, and sound—to bring both of your hearts racing and be subsumed in an orgasmic trance. And so, the anticipation of the evening ahead courses through Malleus' body in electric tremors, setting his soul on fire. For someone with the lifespan of a fae, a moment is but a speck of sand on a shore, yet every minute you make him wait seems to drag into torturous eternity. He wants—no, he craves to take you and bask in the throes of passionate euphoria... Yet, he sits there, at the mercy of you and the unfolding events.

His growing sexual frustration sends a surge of wicked mischief through your blood as you crouch on the plush duvet alongside him. Malleus feels the bed shift and your body moving ever closer, then the caress of your hot breath tickling against his neck, near his sensitive ears, just a whisper away. He shudders deliciously as the phantom sensation of your moist, parted lips nears his bare shoulder, sending a chill through his entire body that culminates in a tingling tightness that pulses through his dick, which has reached full mast and throbs painfully in his boxers. Just as he is beginning to move his mouth to admonish you for such cruel teasing, his body suddenly jerks in surprise as he is overcome by the wet and gentle pressure of your mouth suckling ever so gently against his sensitive nape, right in that one spot, the one you know makes his knees turn to jelly. Malleus can't help the startled gasp that falls from his mouth as his body surrenders entirely, arching slightly at the pleasurable sensation, head lulling back just a little. He shivers as your palms ghost across his bare chest in a featherlight graze, sighing as his muscles are soothed by the balmy smoothness of your hands. You seem intent on teasing his neck—tugging, suckling, kissing, licking—and the teasing wet heat and gentle suction against his throat drives him to near delirium. The muscles of his neck tense as he gulps down heavy breaths, and you revel in the sound of him fighting desperately to contain his lust, your mouth quirking up into a smirk against his throat. His head leans back further to grant you more access to his soft flesh, and he resists the urge to stroke himself, biting his lower lip as your kisses start to descend along his pectorals, your tongue teasing at a hardened nipple before continuing to worship him down his abdominal muscles to the dip of his hips and eventually stopping just short of where he really wants it. Malleus is panting, almost as if in time with his throbbing member as it demands attention, yet your fingers remain above the waistband, tempting him.

"Keep going," he commands quietly, craving more than your hesitant brushes, his heart quickening at the sound of your own racing pulse. You have found a delicious torment in delaying him, and his inability to see your next move has caused his whole body to come alive. Malleus bites his lower lip harder, nearly breaking skin to maintain his self control as your fingertips barely push at the elastic band of his underwear, your nails only teasing the thin trail of hair below his navel. The tiniest contact is overwhelming on his skin, leaving a blazing trail in the wake of the featherlight touch, and a trembling warmth deep within him as his desire crescendos. Every part of him is suddenly alert, drinking up the ambiance, the muffled silence only adding an ethereal atmosphere of mystique to his hazy world of arousal and delight. "My love, please give me more," he begs. The strained edge in his voice stirs the rising excitement within you and your core aches at his ardent need. A little hitch in your breath catches his attention. Without the ability to watch your expressions, his sharp ears have begun to strain to hear every indication of arousal from you.

A bratty whine escapes Malleus' pouting lips as you completely withdraw your hands, body heat disappearing as you leave him exposed. The void of your warmth leaves him cold, an abyss to match his own darkness, yet he is lost for words as your mouth finds his erect cock through the fabric of his boxers, swallowing his bulge, the friction of your dampened tongue against him shooting straight to his balls. Your saliva bleeds through the cloth in a thick stain as you use your mouth to slowly torture him, knowing this is driving him insane. A jumble of pants and unintelligible phrases fall from the normally reserved Malleus' mouth and his hands fist themselves in the bedsheets, threatening to rip them in his pent-up ecstasy, knuckles stark white in strain as he groans. Your relentless hot and wet pressure on his erection is turning him into a salacious mess, but it's not nearly enough—he's desperate to feel your skin and a feral growl rattles around in his throat. His instinctive need to seize control of the situation becomes clouded in the heady fog of the erotic pleasure that your touches instill within him, a thrall he's unfamiliar with but too far gone to resist. When he thinks he can't stand the sweetly agonizing tease any longer, your lips pull away, leaving him wanting for your moist, breathy heat to return to him. Malleus whines piteously, squirming in place in silent desperation, fists tightly balled.

Your heart soars when you hear him making these vulnerable little noises of absolute submission to his craving for your body—as much as you know his primal urges are telling him to toss you onto his lap and take you, his dedication to your sadistic game prevents his true lusts from prevailing. He wants to ravage you, to gorge himself on your flesh as you scream his name into his pillows, to bite down on the crook of your neck when he's plunging deep within your hot, aching depth. Instead, he endures his cock's ceaseless torment.

As you contemplate your next course of action, your eyes settle on the enigmatic vestigial holdover from his ancestors—his horns. Growing directly from his skull and twisting in two thick curves adorned with glowing flecks of opulent teal, they frame his beautiful visage with an unmistakable air of eerie mystique. Intrigued by the sharp, slender peaks, you straddle Malleus' lap once again, his aching need nudging up against your clothed sex and making him groan from the limited pleasure he finally receives. He never eluded to any sensuality about the pointed projections adoring his head, but your curious lust can't help but wonder if they're erogenous. It certainly wouldn't surprise you if the fearsome protrusions were a weakness for your beautiful and powerful lover. If they could invoke in him a tantalizing rush of decadent sensation, they would surely aid you in his titillation. His previous words of caution ring in your mind—"You're welcome to touch them… though I can't guarantee what would happen to you if you did."—yet your perversion yearns to test out your theory.

You slowly lean your bodyweight towards his head until he feels you looming over him, your body's warmth fanning over his face and giving a comforting presence to his empty, disoriented world. The hint of a smirk curls at the corner of his lips as he begins to tilt his face, wrongfully expecting a kiss. Malleus had suspected your lusts would soon get the better of you and would ultimately yield him the rapture he seeks. You don't even notice the way his mouth opens slightly, wet, plush lips eagerly awaiting yours. The air between you two is electric with a smoldering, simmering need, threatening to spark into something raging. However, you swerve his inviting kiss, instead placing both your hands firmly against each horn, beginning a gentle massage on the cool bone. You can’t help but grin in prideful victory when a yelp falls from Malleus' lips and he bucks upwards, his hips suddenly snapping with wild impulse in a carnal attempt to sheathe his engorged cock within the beckoning warmth of your tight hole. Malleus' shocked gasp shifts into a guttural, feral sound. His blood is filled with electricity and lust, the lewd sounds emanating from deep within him like a forbidden spell of obscene delight.

The rumble of his inhuman grumble rolls through his entire chest, and the vibration of the low, loud noise goes straight to your throbbing sex. His reaction to you is deliciously intense, and you begin to twist and rub your thumb and index finger around the ridges of the horns, tracing the shapes and sending tiny shivers down Malleus' spine. You watch him, holding your breath in captivated awe as his upper lip lifts into a snarl and his bottom lip falls, allowing another dirty, draconic growl to spill out. The blackness of his vision leaves his mind no choice but to sink deeper into carnal euphoria, his mouth hanging agape and eyes rolling behind his blindfold, the pale skin of his cheeks becoming flushed as he drowns in the overwhelming sensations that consume him entirely. You run your fingernail up and down the sides of his horns simultaneously with a tantalizing tickle, and Malleus' head jerks in your grasp, neck muscles tense with shock from how amazingly sensitive this area of him is. With a naughty grin you plant a messy, wet kiss on one horn, then drag your teeth along the slick surface while your fingers begin a slow, erotic massage where the base of his horn meets the tender skin of his scalp. A downright depraved string of nonsensical, fragmented curses of ecstasy tumble from Malleus' throat. As his primal urge to breed overrides any common sense, the harsh sting of claws dig into the delicate skin of your forearms.

Your caress on his horns is like having the tips of every nerve of his being stimulated at once. His hips start thrusting almost automatically, as though his brain no longer commands him with any sort of reason. His desires take full control, acting on instinct to rut against anything and everything, and a hot ache ripples through his nether regions. The undergarment that traps him from absolute nirvana becomes uncomfortably tight, as his manhood pushes the limits of what the cotton material can bear. A damp and translucent stain of precum has bled through onto the fabric. His mind is swirling with a heady cocktail of lust, love, and urgency—the absence of sight heightening every aspect, every molecule of physical joy, creating a searing, constant arousal deep within him. At last, you have coaxed your regal Prince to reach a whole new state of passion.

You can feel yourself becoming more aroused with each erotic sound you draw from Malleus' throat, as your love for him is mixed with your innate masochism to torture and tease, causing a molten heat to blossom within you. Unable to deny him any longer, you let your lips fall to his mouth and Malleus eagerly reciprocates without hesitation, the heat between the two of you almost unbearable. Teeth clash as he hungrily devours your lips and his arms fly to pull you close so he may sink himself into your flesh and keep you for an eternity, one arm slipping to your lower back and pressing you towards him, his other hand weaving itself through your soft locks. This is what Malleus longed for: the warmth, the wetness, and the sinful slide of your tongue against his. His heart is set ablaze as you grip onto his face, cradling the beloved contours in an almost desperate plea to be as near him as possible, wanting to hold your lover to your body until he melts within you. His deep, sonorous moans of lecherous longing resonate throughout your whole body, echoing in the cavern of your very soul until it makes your heart weep with an overwhelming love and passion. You realize now, more than ever, how dear this fae Prince is to you, how absolutely crucial he has become for your every living moment. As Malleus hungrily chases every ounce of physical sensation he can achieve through the one person that matters the most to him, he feels the exact same love and desperation well in him and pour into his kiss, transmitting his emotions back to you. The blindfold begins to dampen from his overflowing tears as the magnitude of your passion for him stirs a surge of affection and desire that nearly rips his beating heart out of his chest. He clutches you ever closer as a small sob rises up, overcome by his love for the beguiling little mortal whose unconditional acceptance and magical charms have entranced him since day one. You drink up his ardent devotion like a life-sustaining elixir.

Eventually, you break the kiss with a moan and slide off his body, and he mourns your warmth against him, a lonely tear absorbing into the silk. Malleus cannot contain a whimper, as his blood pulses so fiercely, a carnal and primal drive floods his being. It is beyond lust, beyond physical desire—you have reignited the very core of who he is as an eternal, draconic prince and have reminded him of the fire that beats within his breast. His body aches and throbs in equal amounts sexual and emotional passion, his need to release so intense that his breaths come in short, quick pants. His muscles spasm uncontrollably from the sensations running rampant in every extremity, and he sobs with pent-up desire, clawing at the duvet as though it would relieve the ceaseless, tortuous pressure that plagues him. His heart yearns, yet his libido aches, the girth of his dick straining against his waistband like a caged animal desperate to break free from its bindings and let the true beast emerge.

A relieved sigh escapes him when, a moment later, your cool, soft hands dip below the elastic of his boxers and gently slide them down and off. His erect cock slaps against his stomach, weeping pearls of precum and glistening from the prolonged sexual torture of the evening, standing at full attention. Its girthy length twitches with impatience. One teasing fingertip just barely grazes its tip, gathering the beads of lust and dragging them along his length. A strained yelp forces its way out of Malleus' parched and trembling lips, and his whole body tenses, toes curling. The sheets are being pulled in the violent vice grip of his fists, the sheer force of his magical grip threatening to rip them in half. You begin to languidly trace along his shaft at a tantalizingly slow and soft pace, driving him out of his mind. It's barely enough contact to get any satisfaction, yet far more than enough to make him jolt at the blissful sparks that you ignite within him. You ghost your breath across the length, blowing air on his heated flesh as a paltry reward to Malleus' plight. He cries your name in a pitchy, agonized tone as your hands pull away and he tries not to sob with frustration at the lack of touch. Before he can complain, a new, torturous sensation wracks his frame: the phantasmagoric feeling of soft, pillowy lips dragging against the tip of his shaft, eliciting a filthy whine and a throaty gasp. He feels more wet heat around his sensitive glans as your tongue bathes the area with hot saliva, savoring the briny taste of his essence, then leaving him abruptly. You're far too much of a tease, giving him just a sample before pulling away. His balls feel painfully swollen as he reaches his limit and his member seizes with another sharp throb of arousal.

And then, with a wet squelch, the heat of your mouth descends onto the entirety of his rock-hard erection, taking him all in to the hilt. Your cheeks hallow to create suction as your tongue swirls around his engorged tip and your throat relaxes as his length is buried down your throat, holding your breath and stifling your gag reflex for a brief moment before bobbing your head up and down, fucking his hard dick with your mouth and salivating profusely over his thick length. The sweetly sinful sensation of his throbbing erection buried deep down your esophagus causes his mind to shut off, his brain short-circuiting from the intensity of pleasure. Your talented tongue swirls and twirls around the mushroom tip while your hands massage up and down along his shaft, working his flesh in synchronous harmony, threatening to break him down into a quivering mess under the expertise of your skilled mouth. It's absolutely obscene, how willingly your jaw hangs wide for him, how you guzzle up every inch of his thick cock as though he's the best meal of your life.

Now that you have him back where you want him, you take your time torturing him by switching your rhythm every time his groans begin to sound too desperate, denying him the relief his poor aching cock so desperately craves. You gently guide his shaft upright with a tug of your hand, angling his thick cock directly into your mouth and ensuring you completely envelop his tip in your throat. Every time you hollow your cheeks and move his throbbing erection in and out of your mouth at a vigorous pace, Malleus is unable to hold his voice back. He tosses his head back, letting your tongue lavish the underside of his cock. The velvety heat of your tongue sweeps from the base all the way to his glans, lapping across his slit before wrapping your lips around his thick girth again. Your tongue meticulously teases and suckles on his sweet spots, knowing that because of his loss of vision he is acutely aware of every change in pressure, every shift in the path of your tongue, and every powerful stroke of your hand. You have successfully reduced the unshakeable Prince of Thorns into a mess of low moans and ragged, staccato breaths. Your name comes out in pleading pants, like he's calling to you to take his seed and give him the relief he desires so desperately. Your sucking and swirling heat pulls Malleus' balls up closer, tight and ready, his member starting to spasm as his end rushes ever nearer.

"Dearest..." Malleus murmurs as softly as possible, shuddering as pleasure lances through him like lightning, barely audible above the squelches and wet smacks, his hips bucking frantically now, "I beg of you... Please, do not be cruel. I cannot—please." You know how sensitive he is to touch, his every nerve is so over stimulated, and his blindness is making everything hit a whole new level.

"That's enough—hnnnng. This is far too much for me to handle... You're truly evil for using my body like this—oh, do not stop—" A litany of indecencies flow forth in an increasingly erratic rhythm to accompany the melodious cadence of his dulcet moans. Every time you push his length down your throat, he thinks you've given up playing around and finally decided to let him spill his hot load, only for you to relent at the last second and reduce your fervency. He curses your name, promising retaliation later in the form of the most passionate fucking of your entire life. The cruel torture begins anew with a playful kiss on his tip or a lewd slurp at the base of his cock as your hands fondle and caress him. It is almost inhuman the level of control his child of man has to be able to push him close to the edge and retreat with surgical precision, again and again, leaving him in complete anguish.

The hard tip of his cock slams the back of your throat, threatening to suffocate your breath and sending a deluge of saliva trickling down his swollen balls and slickening your lips. He cannot suppress the rough and rapid snapping of his hips against you, plunging his penis to the very end, every lunge making you gag. When you swallow and clench your throat around his length, Malleus' breaths dissolve into frantic wheezes, his chest heaving, unable to even finish his sentence before his lungs are sucked empty in ecstasy. Your hands cup the heavy, weighted balls beneath, fingers and nails digging in slightly before gripping onto his ass as you swallow around his entire girth, pumping his dick in rhythm with his thrusts as if to milk him and show no mercy. Your muffled squeals of encouragement spur Malleus on, the sounds you're making giving him permission to use your mouth like his own personal fuck-toy, his own filthy fantasy. His eyes squeeze shut behind the blindfold as the red, pulsing void suddenly fills with the vivid memory of the look on your face the last time he pounded your face so mercilessly, that wonderful face all covered in his seed, cheeks dripping with his creamy splatter. He moans brokenly as his fantasies meld with reality in the blinding darkness. The sheer act of being able to fully appreciate and wallow in the sense of absolute decadent delight his beloved grants him, as well as your own enthusiasm for him—all these sensations surge forth in a mighty torrent. Malleus knows you're preparing to build him up to a devastating peak of passion.

With a firm yet gentle grip, you dig the tips of your fingers into the ample flesh of your lover's thighs, feeling their toned rippling as you keep him in place. Your fingernails sink a little, creating faint, red trails in your wake, marking Malleus' flawless skin as evidence of your claim over his body. Without warning, his hard length slips out of your wet lips with an obscene pop, and the fae Prince whimpers once more from the cold drafts of the dorm room settling over his sopping, saliva-coated member. 

Before he has any time to register the shock of the loss, the bedsheets shift again under your movements as you swiftly remove your underwear before returning to position on your knees outside of his open legs. He holds his breath, eagerly anticipating the impending penetration of his lover's deepest parts and the messy release of the tight knot of sexual desire within the pit of his stomach. A baritone, satisfied groan bursts from the depths of Malleus' lungs as your warmth encases his erection, sheathing his dick in an endless flow of slippery heat and the most luxurious pressure. It is one of his favorite pleasures to hold you close after having penetrated your deepest core and simply stay there to savor the ecstatic sensations. Nothing can replicate the pure feeling of euphoric fulfillment and unadulterated bliss when your lower half is connected as closely as it possibly can with his—both of your intimate zones smoldering in the ecstasy of total conjoining, bodies becoming one and unified, your souls entwined in a kiss. His toes curl and his muscles shudder, but before he can adjust, you start moving, using your hips to ride his lap.

Your thighs settle snugly around Malleus' hips, your weight rocking forward to penetrate your loins deeper on his member and envelop every inch of him until his hard cock reaches the deepest regions of your core. Malleus can barely comprehend what's going on, his mind drowning in an ocean of the purest pleasure, his hands searching desperately for yours as you place his palms on either side of your waist for a good grip. His lover's palms, made small by the bulk of his own, have only moments ago been manipulating his sensitive erection and granting him such euphoria. To touch the very appendages that have stimulated him, to hold you steady, to feel the love that flows through the both of you—the thrill of the experience sets Malleus' mind into overdrive, the preciousness of his time together with you compounding with his heightened physical sensations in a stunning synthesis. A symphony of sexy, wet noises of colliding bodies, creaking mattress, and throaty gasps and moans echo throughout his lonely, shadowy abyss, and Malleus feels as though his senses are being pleasurably overwhelmed. Malleus shoves his cock ever deeper within, nudging against the slick flesh with feverish abandon. He becomes desperate for an even tighter hold, urging your body to submit to him and drown in bliss. As his dick pumps into your sweet, greedy, and dripping hole with zealous thrusts, your combined rhythm becomes lost to the utter delirium of rapture as the fae's raw instincts to rut you senseless take over. The Prince of Darkness doesn't hold anything back— he thrusts up into your body with full and furious strokes, growls turning animalistic, cock pounding with merciless thrusts, and balls slapping against the juncture of your thighs.

You can barely handle the sheer thickness of Malleus' dick inside of you, its girth is massive. It stretches your walls and massages every part of you, the large ridge along his cock's underside scraping against your insides with every relentless slam. The slightest movement sends fireworks shooting through you and drives you insane, the heated passion causing a powerful buildup of pleasure already. Your gasps rise in volume, turning into shrieks as you give him your body entirely. One of his hands trails up from your waist, the rough and calloused fingertips ghost across your collarbone and up the curve of your neck. His head is tossed back from the carnal fucking but those elegant, sharp fingernails linger over your pulse, feeling the way blood beats under your skin and listening for the hitch of breath every time the angle of his cock rubs up against something magical inside of you.

Malleus is constantly shifting his position, driving his huge dick into the different angles with practiced efficiency as he listens intently for where to thrust harder, to where your breathing is quickest, and where he gets the loudest moans. The noise echoes back to him like the raunchiest opera. It leaves you shaking on him as he explores you with his cock, the sheer intensity of his frenzied ministrations threatening to make your eyes roll into the back of your head. Every single slam of his dick draws you to the edge of the pleasure-bound chasm, as waves of satisfaction ripple throughout every fiber of your being.

His large, sturdy hands have never left your form and cling possessively. When he lets go, it's to scrape his claws down the tops of your shoulders before seizing you tightly once more. With his thighs tense, his strong muscles drive up into you at a merciless speed, over and over. A throttled roar is building in the pit of Malleus' chest. At the top of your lungs, you scream out his name. There is no room for your thoughts, only the constant stream of the lust-drenched fog and the instinctive urge to reach your peak. Malleus' talons scratch down your back before grabbing onto the tops of your asscheeks and forcing your lower bodies impossibly closer together. Malleus bites your neck while simultaneously drilling his cock as deep as he can possibly go before pausing there, grinding into you and groaning. Your bodies move together in tandem, a wet dance that staves off your looming orgasms for a few more thrusts and moans.

Through the blinding white ecstasy, you can vaguely hear the haughty prince remarking how perfectly he fits and feels inside you. Between your moans and the slapping sound, his breathy laugh cuts through the room and brushes hot against the crook of your neck, teasing, "Your insides... tighten when I praise you..." Your walls immediately squeeze him on reflex at those words. This discovery of another weakness brings him closer, more ravenous, a little bit more wild with the need to take and claim. His face buries into your skin and his tongue flicks out against your neck, drinking up the salt of your sweat as he nips, bites, and sucks his mark there. Malleus wants to fill your greedy hole with his seed, mark his territory, make it absolutely clear that you are his forever by stuffing you full until his cum trickles from the very corners of you and soaks into the silken sheets of his bed. He pants and growls lewdly, plundering into you like a heathen and abandoning any sense of shame as he fully lets go of all composure. The guttural moans and bestial noises escaping his throat reverberate like music in your ears. They signal that the gorgeous prince is drawing dangerously near his edge. The primal urges you have summoned from him command his every thought and his body reacts instantaneously to all the stimulation you've given him thus far. Your mouth falls open, wanton moans now turning into shameless screaming. You match the intensity with which Malleus throws his entire body into the movements of fucking your hole. Malleus doesn't allow your body a single moment's rest as he thoroughly ruins you—each carnal rut and frenetic pound of his manhood into your core sets fire to your whole being, reducing your soul to ash in the passion's wake. His engorged, reddened tip abuses your g-spot to the point that your walls can't even tighten around him anymore due to being so utterly overwhelmed by his dick.

Malleus' heart jackhammers against his ribs and a sound that can only be described as a primal, draconic cry roars out. Thick, creamy spurts of his warm seed paint your inner walls white as his balls pulse and churn, filling you up so generously. The depth of your love and adoration has finally ripped the fae's last threads of restraint to shreds, unleashing his true self—wild, uncontrollable, feral—and the transcendent bliss leaves him howling your name in a voice more akin to a monster than a beautiful Prince. You throw your head back, feeling every muscle of your inner body clench in delicious contractions as you, too, reach the precipice, gushing all over him. All you can manage is to sink onto his thick, throbbing cock and just quake with the intense force of your orgasmic bliss, your legs spasming around him as you milk his twitching shaft.

Every wave of your orgasm sends him into his next. Your loud wails of pure pleasure are music to his ears. He growls and thrusts against you, eager to ensure you have been completely and utterly defiled with his load. The exhilaration and anticipation that was building all night finally peaks, and the intensity is just right to leave the both of you in an tangled afterglow of sweaty, quivering limbs. All he can see are swirling spots of magical color swimming in front of the blinding black of his blindfold. Every sense becomes a blurry haze. When he finds enough control over his quivering frame, Malleus holds you up and close to him, refusing to slip out from your body, letting you come to rest against his strong, tender embrace and gently stroking your hair as you nestle your forehead in the crook of his neck, nestled so comfortably between his head and shoulder. Malleus begins peppering your face and the exposed parts of your shoulder with butterfly kisses, his ragged breaths tickling your skin.

"My love..." the Prince purrs as you languidly snuggle into him, "You will never know what you've just done to me. I have felt so utterly and undeniably wanted, needed, desired." His strong arms embrace you, so gentle and loving and soft, it makes your heart beat a little bit faster and fills you up with an immense, powerful feeling. "You have made my existence feel absolutely perfect and wonderful, more so than I deserve." His voice grows thick and warm, full of tender affection as he adds, "Please, cherish me forever. I will pledge myself to you for as long as I live." 

He pulls the blindfold over his head, his eyelids fluttering open to meet your soft gaze and reveal his magnificent, emerald hues and smoldering, lust-drunk slitted pupils. You fall in love with him all over again, smiling brightly as you are greeted by your beloved Prince's elation at seeing your beautiful face once more. Malleus lifts his palm and tucks a lock of your hair behind the lobe of your ear, leaving his knuckles there for a few extra moments as he enjoys the flush and shimmer on your features, admiring the love of his life with all the admiration in the world.

Malleus' eyes spark with renewed mischief and he chuckles mischievously, the deep, smooth sound rolling with velvet menace. "No mortal has ever had this sort of control over me before. The experience was rather... illicit, and strangely beguiling. A little unexpected, however, when you nearly choked me with my own horns." A single sharp claw tips your chin upwards. "How lucky, indeed, am I to be fortunate enough to have you, the first person I ever held my heart out to, be so wicked to me. You were quite merciless tonight." His lascivious grin twists devilishly, and you find yourself enthralled with a certain mix of terror and rapture, unable to keep a devilish smirk of your own from twitching your own lips.

You had known that taking him away from the world for a brief moment of darkness would make his whole body light up like a star and let him truly lose himself to you, but you never would have predicted how viscerally it would affect him. Even so, it pleases you to have fulfilled your fae Prince's perverse needs. You kiss the tip of his nose and he smiles his sharp smile. "Now that you've revealed such a sinful aspect of yourself to me, you'll be the one beneath my power next time we indulge."

The playful menace in his smile doesn't quite mask the serious note in his voice. Malleus is absolutely determined to reciprocate the things he enjoyed receiving in equal measure. It was almost like his own hidden, dangerous desires had awoken when you dragged him down the path of depravity, and a new wave of perversion courses through him at the thought of transforming you into his own plaything. Your throat goes dry, knowing his strength and his kinky side may finally have been unshackled from its cage, and the fae might devour you without the restraint and kindness of his moralities to hold him back. His handsome features betray nothing of his sadistic plans—all you can see are his glorious, flashing eyes glimmering with mischief, and the dangerous upturn of his mouth. There's no telling how much Malleus Draconia has planned for you, and for a brief moment, you wonder if perhaps you'd created a bit of a monster with tonight's exploration.

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Til Death Do We Part Brings Us Together

grim reaper! jason todd

Description: Your constant close calls with death first captures the attention of the Grim Reaper, then his heart, and lastly, his devotions.

Contents: Female Reader, Mentions Of Death/Dying, References to Greek Mythology, Possessiveness, You Watch Pretty Woman and Read Pride & Prejudice Together Bc Yeah, Mentions Of Isolation But It’s Okay I Promise, Jason Is Lowkey Lonely And Desperate, Reader Has A Death Wish? Maybe?, Praise Kink, SO MUCH PRAISE, Unprotected Sex, Religious Symbolisms, Sacrilege?, Nipple Play, Jason Calls You Princess, Obviously???, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex, (Female Receiving), He’s So In Love, Jason Todd Is Touch Starved, Devotion, Jason Is A Munch, Overstimulation, Vaginal Sex, Yes Greek Gods Wear Boxers, Enthusiastic Consent, “Will it fit?” I’m Sorry Okay, Size Kink, Jason Todd Has A Big Dick, Gentle Dom Jason Todd, Intimate Sex, Slow Sex, Soft Sex, Aftercare, Cuddling

Word Count: 6081

Author’s Note: Jason is loosely based off of Thanatos from Greek Mythology/Hades (the game). It was kind of hard infusing his personality with the literal personification of Death, but I hope I did a good job! Also some details are completely made up or changed for the purpose of the fics, like how dying works in Greek Mythos. Please don’t come for me, I’m just trying to be horny on the internet. Without furthermore, please enjoy :)

Actually one more thing I have a Thanatos/Death playlist and I adore it to bits, please listen if you want.

Thank you @toruslvt for beta-reading!

He’ll do anything for his most devout follower, he’ll worship you twice as much as you ever could him. 

"Yet another brush with death." You heard a husky voice beside you, making you turn your head to look at the figure sheepishly. 

Whether you’re extremely unlucky or just unfathomably reckless, he’s not sure. All he knows is that your soul has been on the edge of being his over and over again - whether it was narrowly missing a car or falling into a river or even just choking on a bone. You always seem to make it out of those situations just fine, which has thoroughly caught his attention. 

 "You should really be more careful, you know." He looked at you and sighed. 

“I am! Or at least I try to be...” You murmur timidly, scratching the back of your neck. “It’s uh, it’s nice to see you again.” You give him a small smile, turning your body to face him. 

As always, he’s in his dark cloak, the hood lifted to conceal some of his hair, casting a shadow over his face. The gold accents adorning his body glint due to the faint sunlight casting through your kitchen window, the same sunlight making his tan skin glow, making him look otherworldly - which he was. 

He raised his eyebrow, “Is it now? Most people are terrified to see me.” He muttered, smirking a bit,

“I guess I’m used to you now.” Your grin gets a bit larger, warmer. “You don’t have your scythe.” You point out.

He lets out a slight chuckle at your observation, “Such a keen eye. I figured I wouldn’t need it, and I was right. What was it this time?”

Your face heats with embarrassment at the question. “I slipped.” You confess, pointing to the puddle of water on the ground. “Almost cracked my head open, I guess. But! I turned my body in time, so I’m fine.”

“Yes, that would explain your wet clothes.” His eyes trail down your body, catching slightly where your nipples peek out against the damp fabric, before looking back up to your face.

He clears his throat, “Haven’t you learned your lesson by now? It’s not even lunch time yet and you were on the brink of death. Aren’t you afraid of dying?” He scolds you.

“I mean, not really.” 

A pause of silence.

“What? You’re joking, right? How can you be so cavalier about this?”

“I don’t know, it doesn't seem so bad. It’s a natural part of life. Should I be scared?” 

“What kind of question is that?!” He raises his voice slightly, eyebrows scrunched as he looks at you. “Of course, you should be. Dying isn’t fun. You’ll be dead, trapped in the underworld for the rest of eternity. You should be trying to preserve your life while you still have it.”

“I am, though. I’m not saying I don’t like being alive, I’m just saying, when it happens, it’ll happen. There’s no use being so pre-cautious and anxious all the time.”

He lets out a huff, “You are… certainly a strange one.”

“In any case, I’d like to think my soul will go to Elysium. I'm a pretty good person, so I think the afterlife won’t be too awful for me.” You continue on, carefree.

"That isn't my point, though. Even if you're guaranteed a place in Elysium, you should still be more vigilant.”

“Why should I be? My end is already predetermined, isn’t it? Don’t the fates know when my time is up?”

“Well… yes, but-”

“Wait, then how come you visit me before I actually die?” You interrupt him, a realization suddenly taking place. “Near death experiences shouldn't summon you right?”

He hesitates a bit, caught. "You’re correct… I visit you on my own accord.”

“Why?” You tilt your head cutely, an innocent and puzzled look in your eyes.

“You’ve just caught my attention, is all.” He looks away. “I like to keep track of you, the Fates are wrong sometimes, and you basically have a death wish so I just… I like to make sure you’re okay.”

You smile slightly at his words, “You don’t want me to die?”

“Of course, I don’t. I like- I like to watch you. You’re interesting to me.” He chooses his words carefully.

“I am?” Your eyes brighten a bit at his words.

He turns back to you and nods, his hood shifting a bit with his movement, revealing a bit more of his hair. The white streak catches your attention. 

“I have to confess it’s… cute the amount of trouble you manage to get yourself into. It’s entertaining to see what you get up to, how you treat others, what you desire out of life.” His eyes move to look into yours. “Your mentality is quite unique, as well. You see dying as natural and not something to be feared, but I think you've accepted it to an… abnormal degree." He paused. "...You're the first person in a very long time to not express fear of me.”

“Why would anyone be afraid? You're only doing your job... and you're quite nice." 

He laughs, the deep rumble of his voice goes straight to your knees. "I think you're the first person to ever call the God of Death ‘nice’. You wouldn't believe the amount of people that fear me, even before their time is up. It's... exhausting, really. I can always hear their prayers, their cries, their pleads.”

"I mean I can’t blame them, I just can't share the same sentiment, especially with all the conversations that we've had."

He smiles at you, “You really are like a breath of fresh air. It’s nice to know that someone doesn’t hate me.” He pauses again, a soft look in his eyes. “But you should still be careful. You're not made of rubber after all. Don’t let me take you earlier than I should.”

“That doesn’t sound too bad, though.”

“What?” In such a short time, you’ve shocked him again.

“I wouldn’t mind dying knowing that you'll be the one waiting for me.” You say it so casually, continuing to smile at him, as if it wasn’t the sweetest thing anyone’s ever uttered to him. His heart beats a little faster as he stares down at you, stupefied. 

“You can’t mean that.” He replies after a while. 

“Why wouldn’t I?”

He’s speechless, dumb-founded. How could he possibly begin to explain that the idea of anyone liking him enough to allow him to take them from this world so happily was absurd?

“What?” You ask, noticing his sudden silence. “Why’s that so strange? I like talking to you, and when I’m in the afterlife you would keep me company, right?”

He lets out a breath and smiles a bit, the whites of his teeth peeking out behind the pink of his lips. “I’d be lying if I said that didn’t sound appealing.”

“Good.” You smile a little wider, your eyes crinkling as it makes his heart begin to race now. 

“I-I should get going, there’s uh- souls I need to get to.” He stutters out.

“Yeah, that sounds important. I should clean up with water. I’ll see you around uh… Mister Grim Reaper, sir.”

He lets out an amused huff. “Jason. Just call me Jason.”

“Will do.” You jokingly salute him, and it makes him let out another chortle. 

“Alright, farewell then.” He nods, before blinking out of your kitchen. 

You stare at the space he used to occupy for a bit, still smiling softly, before leaving to get a mop - and maybe a change of clothes.

“Are you sure it’s okay for you to be here?” You ask him, raising an eyebrow as you stare at him from the couch. 

“Yes.” He replies simply, his eyes and attention focus on the movie playing on your TV.

His visits have been more and more frequent lately, ever since the conversation the both of you shared in your kitchen. Now, Death, who prefers the name Jason, shows up even if you didn’t go through another life-threatening event. 

And right in this moment, Jason is standing in front of your couch, entirely enraptured by Pretty Woman, of all things. 

“Don’t you have to do your duty? I’m sure there’s a lot of lost, wandering souls right now.” You try again, concerned. 

“What? You don’t want me here?”

“I didn’t say that!” You put your hands up in defense. “I just don’t want you to get in trouble or something. Won’t Hades or the Fates or… whoever your superior is get angry?”

“Probably.” He shrugs. “But what are they going to do? Kill me?” He casts you a glance from the corner of his eyes, before going back to the movie. “Besides, souls can’t leave the mortal body without me being there. They’ll just rest for a bit, I can always come get them after.”

“I guess that’s fine then.” You sigh out. “Could you at least sit down?” 

Jason lets out a nod, before moving to the couch, taking a seat beside you but still keeping his distance. 

He watches the rest of the movie in silence beside you, enjoying your company. His eyes flick over to admire you a few times, taking in your immersed gaze and noticing the way you’re clutching a plushie so close to you (cute). When you sniffle, when a few tears trail down your face, when your parted lips form a pout at the ending, his heart pumps hard in his chest. 

This was a much better use of his time. 

“You have so many books.” Jason states, his figure crouched so that he could properly read all the titles. His hood is off, fully revealing his soft, dark hair - the white streak a beautiful contrast. 

“Who’s the observant one, now?” You chuckle from your place on the bed, eyes not leaving the novel in your hands. 

He rolls his eyes, “What are you reading?”

“Pride and Prejudice.” You hum softly, eyes still scanning the page. 

“What’s that about?” Jason asks, walking away from the bookshelf and towards you. 

“Uh, it’s a little complicated.” You murmur, “But basically it’s two people learning to get over their, well, pride and prejudices to fall in love.” 

He lets out a hum, “Read it to me?” 

“Oh my Gods, you’re so lucky, I just got to the best part.” Your eyes watch him as he lays down beside you on your bed, the fabric of his black cloak pooling around his body. 

“Elizabeth was surprised, but said not a word. After a silence of several minutes, he came towards her in an agitated manner, and thus began: ‘In vain I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.’ Elizabeth’s astonishment was beyond expression.” 

Jason turned to his side in order to get a better view of you. He watches how your eyes practically light up as you read, a smile gracing your face. He can’t help but think how pretty you look like this. 

“She stared, coloured, doubted, and was silent. This he considered sufficient encouragement; and the avowal of all that he felt, and had long felt for her, immediately followed. UGH, it’s so romantic!” You yell out, clutching the book to your chest and rolling back and forth slightly, making him let out a chuckle at your antics. “I mean at this point in the book I still hate Darcy but Gods, the way it’s written is just so good!” 

He falls silent for a bit, his gaze affectionate as he watches you. “Hey, can I ask you something?”

You stop your giddy reactions, looking at him curiously. “Yeah, what is it?”

“Do you remember when you said you wanted to be with me in the afterlife?”

“Hm? Yeah, why?”

He took a deep breath. "Let's say... let's just pretend for a moment, that when you die... I don't guide you to the afterlife. Instead, I take you somewhere else with me."

You sit up slightly, pushing yourself up on your arms, turning your body to face him. “Where would we go?” You set your book aside on the nightstand. 

“To… my home. I have a residence on the outskirts of Tartarus. You would be safe there, I can make sure that nothing would bother you.” He sits up fully, grabbing and holding your hands gently. “Please, I want you to stay with me. I get so lonely, and I just- I like being around you.” His tone is soft, pleading and sincere as he confesses his desires to you.

You smile back at him, eyes crinkling softly in that way that he’s come to adore. “I’d like that.”

“Really?” He gasps out, face mirroring yours as a bright smile overtakes his features.

“Mhm,” You hum, “It’ll take some time, though.”

He shakes his head, hands gripping yours a bit tighter, “I would wait the entire rest of eternity for you, if I had to.”

“Well, I’ll be sure to not make you wait that long.” You giggle out.

“I’d hope not. I want to have you with me, I want to keep you around until the end of time itself.” 

“I think that’s the most romantic thing anyones ever said to me, Jay.” Your tone is light, teasing. 

“There’s a catch though,” He pauses, hesitant to see your reactions. “You won’t be able to leave the house or see anyone else. I can’t risk you getting found. B-but I get you anything you need, I can make you happy.”

“That sounds just fine to me.” 

His eyes glisten in happiness, a bright shine in them. “Then... it's settled. I will take you to my home, and you will stay with me… forever.” His glances down to your lips for a second, before quickly looking back into your eyes. 

You notice the movement, heart beating a bit faster.

“Could I kiss you?” He whispers, his voice low and warm. 

“Yeah,” You mumble back.

He leans in closer, hands releasing yours as one places itself on the small of your back, pulling you closer to his body as the other gently grips your chin. He leans down, tilting your head up until he feels the soft press of his lips to yours. Warmth floods his body as he feels electricity in the air, and he feels his heart pound behind his ribcage when your own arms wrap around his neck.

Your touch, your taste, was addicting. You were tender and sweet, and Jason never wanted this moment to end. He groans when he feels your hand begin to play with his hair, and he presses himself closer to you, both hands moving to grip your waist. 

His grip tightened on you as your kiss intensified, his body started to tremble as it filled with a desire so deep that it was all-consuming. 

Eventually you break apart from him, needing air. He dismays at having to pull away, but allows you to do so.

"If that's what's waiting for me at the end of my life, maybe I do want to die sooner…” You joke, breathless.

He groans again, “Don’t… don’t say that. Don’t tempt me, I can’t take it.” He presses his forehead to yours, both of your breaths mingling together.

You giggle, pulling him in by the back of his neck to kiss him again. He relents easily, his heart skipping when you hum softly against his lips, the desire in his body igniting higher and higher. 

Eventually, he’s the one to pull away, his breath tickling you as he trails his nose against your neck. He can feel the soft tremor in your breath as your body shivers against his. “Can we go further?” He murmurs into the skin.

“Yeah, I want more.” You nod.

“Good, I do too. I want all of you.” He begins to press his lips to your neck, lightly leaving kisses and bites that you have squirming and gasping. 

“You have me.”

“You don’t understand.” He shakes his head. “You... you don't know how much I've been longing for you. Your presence alone gives me joy. Having you touch me… it makes my heart pound and my body melt. The way you talk, the sounds you make... it’s perfect. I want to touch you. I want to hold you. I want to know everything about you. I want all of you.”

“You can have that too…” You sighed out. 

“You drive me crazy.” He groans, leaning close again to kiss you deeply, caressing the sides of your body. He wasn't holding back anymore. He couldn't. He wanted you so much that it ached in his bones. His hands started sliding slowly but surely, caressing your back and waist. He couldn't get enough of you, and your body’s twitching and the sound of your heavy breaths was such a thrilling sensation that he was consumed by it entirely.

“Jason…” You pant out his name as you experimentally grind your body against his, whining when you feel his hard cock rub against your clothed cunt, your hands holding him tighter. 

The sound drove him crazy with arousal, his body wracked with longing. You felt so good and he couldn't help but lean into you more, allowing you to press against him over and over and over. The feeling of heat was flooding his entire being, his cock throbbing beneath his cloak.

He worships the feeling of you grinding against him for a few more moments, his breath coming out in husky pants before he rolls you onto your back, hovering above you. 

"Just be a good girl and let me do all the work, now." His voice is husky, needy, as he leaned down and kissed your neck again, his breath hot and his body trembling with anticipation. 

You whine again, rubbing your thighs together to relieve the sudden ache between them. Your eagerness spurs him on, he presses a peck to your cheek before sitting back on his knees to gaze down at you. 

“Gods, you’re gorgeous.” He mutters, his hand slips up your shirt a little, and he shivers at the instant warmth of your skin. “Can I take this off?”

You nod rapidly, quickly pulling off your top and tossing it aside, revealing yourself to him.

Jason responds by leaning down to litter kisses over your body, a flush on his cheeks. His lips are soft and reverent almost as they softly touch your heated skin. He takes your nipple into his mouth sucking slightly, as a hand comes up to tweak and roll the other one. 

“Jay…” You call out his name, your back arching slightly,  and he never wants to stop hearing your voice. 

“I got you, princess.”

He lowers his mouth, trailing down your body until he reaches the hem of your bottoms. “Can I take this off, too?” 

“Do anything you want, Jay.” You breathe out, head dizzy with your need.

“You sure?” He asks, fingers hooking into both your pajama pants and underwear, dragging them down your body, uncovering inch after inch of your naked body. 

You look like a dream under him, eyes blown with lust, lips parted, body bare for him as you nod. He sets your clothes aside, going back to relishing you. 

You look away softly from embarrassment, “You take off your clothes, too…”

Your shyness got to him and he could help but laugh softly. You were so cute. He took a step back and off the bed, pulling off his cloak. He could feel your eyes watching his every movement, could feel your eyes rake his form as you settled on the bed. 

His gold adornments drop to the floor with a ‘clunk’, quickly followed by his black trousers. 

“You’re so beautiful.” You softly praise. You can’t help but to stare at him, eyes lingering on every sculpted muscle or coloured scar of his frame. 

He couldn't help but feel like you were the beautiful one. The way your eyes traveled over his body made his heart beat fast. He felt like he was on top of the world, knowing you admired him.

He climbs back onto the bed, taking his place between your legs as he lays on his stomach. His hands come to grip around your thighs, pulling you closer to him. 

“Oh.” You gasp slightly at the intimate position, gulping as your blood pumps faster through your veins. 

He slides a hand down towards your cunt, already slick for him. A thumb parts your swollen lips as he gently glides it up and down, before pressing it against your sensitive bud. 

“Ah-” You moan oh so sweetly for him, hips twitching as he starts rubbing your pretty clit. Your body was so responsive to him, and it makes a grin break onto his face. 

He brings his thumb away, making you frown before replacing it with his mouth, lips wrapped around the nub. 

“W-wait!” You cry out, hands flying into his hair as you do your best to not buck into his face. He smirked around you, starting to suck despite your call. Your reaction only added fuel to the fire burning inside him, your writhing body and shaky gasps were too much for him to handle. 

“It’s okay, sweetheart, just let yourself feel good.” He mumbles into your cunt before going back to sucking and lapping at you. He holds you close to his face, his grip firm to keep you as still as he could. 

He groans as you tug at his roots, the sound vibrating around your needy clit. Your desperate moans and whispers drove him crazy. He liked how fast you were breathing, how much you were moving. You were a squirming, twitching mess underneath him as the sensation became too overwhelming.

“Jason, oh my Gods.” You gasp.

“I’m your only God, now, right? Just me…” His hand moves to your fluttering hole, slowly pressing two fingers inside you. They slip in easily with how wet you are, dripping your desire down his wrists. He feels you clamp down on them, slick walls sucking him in further.

“Jason, Jay!” His name slips from your lips like a chant, a prayer wrapped in shallow breaths. 

“Keep saying my name just like that, pretty girl.” He loves the way you make it sound, loves the way you say it. Not Grip Reaper. Not Death. Just Jason. Your Jason. 

“Oh, Jay…” You breathe out his name like you’re struggling to even think.

“You’re such a sensitive thing, aren’t you?” He coos, starting to move his fingers in and out of you. He smirks when you squeal as he curls his fingers up, pressing against that soft, vulnerable spot inside you. His arm moves to keep you down, pinning your hips to the bed as he goes back to tasting you.

“N-not there!”

“Why not? Doesn’t it feel good?”

“It’s too much!” You’re breathless, barely able to gasp out replies as he keeps abusing that spot inside you. 

“Do you want me to stop?” Jason slows his pace, fingers dragging painfully slow against your aching, slick walls, making you let out a needy mewl, clenching on him. 

“No! P-please don’t.” You pout, softly tugging at his head to turn his attention fully on you. 

“Say my name. Tell me what you want.”

You hesitate a bit, pondering your words. “Make me feel good, Jason. Make me cum.” Your tone is so soft and pleading, it’s the best worship he’s ever heard. 

The only prayers he’s ever heard were cries for his absence, beseeching his very being and purpose, but with you - he’s found a new one. You want him, you want him closer, you want him to make you feel bliss. He can do that. He’ll do anything for his most devout follower, he’ll worship you twice as much as you ever could him. 

He dives back down with a fervor, thick fingers working you quickly, the soft squelches increasing in volume and frequency. His tongue traces your clit, sucking and rolling and indulging in the way you writhe and whimper below him. 

He keeps going as you squirm uncontrollably, as your body tenses further and further, as your eyes glaze over and your heart pounds. Your nerves are frayed and begging for relief as the soft warmth of his tongue doesn’t let up. Your grip on his hair tightens, making him grunt low and husky into you. 

“Jason, m’gonna… can I please-?” You can barely make out full sentences, head fuzzy and blood searing as the dam inside you threatens to break. 

“You don’t have to ask, just do it.’ He murmurs; his cock throbs in his garments, waiting for you to release on his tongue. 

The feeling overtakes you, making you choke out a shaky cry as you climax. Your thighs squeezes his head, fingers buried deep into his dark locks as you tremble. You’re lightheaded and breathless and euphoria has settled in every inch of your veins. 

Jason removes his fingers, gripping your thigh as his mouth slots against your leaking cunt as he engulfs his tongue into your taste. He greedily laps up your slick, moaning as it blooms over his tongue - more sweet and addictive than even ambrosia. 

Your cries are so adorable as he continues to seek out every last drop of cum from you, your body pliant and weak below him as you keen and mew. 

“J-Jay…” You stutter out his name as your body twitches, sensitivity kicking in. 

“Yes, love?” He barely pauses to utter out those words, mind set on devouring you whole. 

“C-can’t!” He frowns, giving you one last lick before pulling himself away from you.

His eyes are filled with a feral like need, mouth smeared and shiny with the aftermath of your arousal. “Did that feel good?” He husks out, “You looked so divine, cumming.’

You’re panting hard under him, mind dizzy as you process his words, nodding in reply.

“I want to make you feel that way for the rest of eternity, you’ll let me right? You’ll stay with me?” Now that he’s had you, he doesn’t think he can survive on his own anymore. 

“Y-yeah, Jay.” You nod again, voice small. 

He raises himself up, licking you off his hand before he crawls over your body again. His legs slot between yours, tangling the both of you together. He leans down, sighing out in satisfaction as your damp, warm skin presses into his. 

His lips brush over yours, silently asking for permission to kiss you again. You accept him willingly, hands drifting to hang loose around his neck as you push your lips to his.

He groans, hand gripping your waist and the other running through your hair as he explores your mouth. You can taste yourself on him, spit mixing together as he groans into your lips. 

He pulls back, both your breaths lingering in the small space between your faces. He trails his nose down to the sensitive skin of your neck, teeth dragging lightly across the flesh. 

“I want all of you, so bad.” He groans. “I’ll do anything for you. Can you tell me I’m yours?”

He so desperately wants to belong to you - to know that one day you’ll accompany him in the deepest pits of Tartarus - that you’ll never let him be alone again. 

“You want to be mine?” Your tone is puzzled, words ending in a lilt. 

“Please.”

You smile, hands coming to hold his face, thumbs gently caressing his cheeks. “Who knew the God of Death would be so needy?” You tease.

“You try being alone and hated since the dawn of existence.” He sighs, melting into your touch. His eyes close, leaning into your palms. 

You giggle a bit. “We can be each other's.” Your lips break out into a grin as you bring his face down to yours, pressing pecks all over. 

He relishes your kisses, letting out a deep, happy sigh. His cock is still painfully hard, straining against his boxers, but he tries to ignore it. He opens his eyes and brushes your stray hair behind your ears, slightly damp with your sweat. 

“Jay,” You murmur his name, pulling back to look at him, “I want more.”

“More? You want me to eat you out again?” His mouth salivates at the thought of having your taste on his tongue again. He’ll do anything you ask. 

You shake your head, thumbs rubbing along his cheekbones, “I want you to fuck me, Jay.”  

“You do? Are you sure?” He whispers. 

His breath hitches as you nod, blinking up at him with those pretty eyes of yours. 

“I wanna feel you, Jay. J-just go slow, I’m still sensitive.”

“You’re sensitive?” He huffs out an amused breath, smiling softly. “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you. I’ll make sure of it.”

You try to press your thighs together, getting excited by his promises and husky tone. He feels your legs shift around his, smirking as he takes in your desperate body language. 

He shifts back again, tugging his boxers down. Your eyes trail to his now exposed cock, standing proud and flushed and daunting. 

He’s…. big. 

Your jaw drops a little as you take him in, your mind reeling with thoughts of “Will it fit?”.

“Hm? Don’t worry. I said I was going to take care of you.” Jason murmurs, voice adoring. He positions himself back between your legs, hands lifting your legs to encourage them to wrap around his waist. You willingly follow his guidance. 

His hands come to hold your hips steady, hips canting forwards to rub the head of his cock through your folds. “Are you ready?”

“Yeah,” You reply softly, hands drifting to lay on top of his, gently grabbing his wrists. 

He pushes inside of you, pace steady and measured as he tries his best to let you adapt to him.

“Ohmyfuck…” You slur, words mushing together as you feel him stretch you out. You grip him a bit tighter. 

“Just relax, pretty girl.” He mutters, thumbs rubbing circles into your skin to calm you down. He continues pushing himself inside you, making you feel every ridge and detail and inch. It’s slow and deliberate; he’s savoring watching the way your cunt sucks him in, the way your head tilts back, how shallow and quick your breaths have gotten. “Can you feel it? Am I too big for you?” He teases, eyes shining with both mischief and affection. He pushes forwards again. 

Your pussy flutters around the girth of him, slick pouring out with every second, making the process that much smoother. 

You try to take deep breaths, groaning softly as you feel the way he bullies into you, nestling deep inside. 

“S’it in yet?” You hiccup.

He chuckles softly, you were just so endearing. He was taking his time, enjoying the feeling of you. “It’s not even halfway yet, baby.” He coos. 

“S-still?” Your eyes widen a bit, as he laughs again.

“Just lay down and take it, princess. I’ll do everything, don’t think about a thing.” He leans down and silences your whimpers with a kiss. His lips lock onto yours as he swallows your moans, moving his hips until he feels you flushed against him. 

He pulls back, body once more shadowing over yours. His eyes drift down to where the two of you connect. “Look at that, she took me all in. I told you that you didn’t need to fret, love.” 

“A-ah, it’s so deep…” You mumble. 

“Isn’t it?” He grins. 

He starts to move back and forth, instantly groaning at the intoxicating sensation of you wrapped warm and snug around his pulsing cock. 

He keeps his pace slow, staying true to his promise. He doesn’t mind though, he’s just relishing in every little detail of you, burning the memory of how you look, feel, and sound into his mind - a treasure for eons to come. 

You’re moaning uncontrollably, hands moving to grip at his biceps, nails digging slightly into the skin. He grunts, liking the shark twang of pain that shoots through his body. 

He can feel you clamping around him desperately, like your body needed more. You’re so wet and sloppy, he can feel your slick smearing on his thighs with every thrust. 

“Feels s’good, baby.” He groans, and immediately he feels you clench on him again. “Did you like that?” He grins. 

“Uh-huh,” You nod dumbly, eyes unfocused as whines spill from your throat. 

“My pretty girl likes it when I praise her, huh?” The next words flow from him easily, he’s venerated you so much in his mind already that the flattery comes easy. He wants you to know exactly what you make him feel. “You’re so fucking perfect for me, you’re everything I’ve ever wanted.” 

Everytime he bottoms out you can feel him in your throat.

“J-Jay…”

Your bodies blend together, waves of pleasure overtaking you both with each long stroke. You can feel every inch and vein and crevice of him pushing against your sensitive walls. 

He continues speaking. “You make me fall apart so easily, my love. I want to give you my everything. I’ll be at your disposal from now on, you can do whatever you want with my body, as long as you stay by my side.” His tone is deep, dripping with lust. “Your pretty pussy takes me so well, it’s like you were made for my cock, yeah?”

A shiver of arousal runs through your body at his speech, lower body getting hotter. You feel like you’re surrounded by lava, melting and wound tight all at once. 

“Your body is so beautiful, I don't want anyone else to touch you; I want you only for myself.” His hands lift your hips up a little, his cock pressing inside even deeper than before, making you let out a yelp. 

He’s hitting every good spot inside you, knocking the breath from your lungs even with his sensual pace. You feel constant spurts of warmth pouring out of you, and you notice just how soaked the mattress is beneath your shivering body. 

“Are you enjoying yourself, love?”

“S-so much, Jay,” You whine out, clutching him harder. 

“Good, I want to be the only one that can make you feel like this.”  

Each rock of his hips gets you higher and higher, dangling on the edge of release. The glide of him is so smooth and sweet as he drags against you.

“M’gonna cum, Jay.” You sigh out, voice high and whiny.

“Good girl, go on and soak my cock. Show me just how much you’re enjoying this.” 

A few more more moments and you’re letting go, gripping his biceps hard as elation sinks deep into your bones. A sob of his name escapes your parted lips, body tingly and twitchy as endorphins rush through your veins. He groans as he feels your slick walls convulse around him. His grip on your waist tightens momentarily as he pulls out, his cum instantly spilling onto your stomach. Relief floods his system as he pants hard, chest heaving as he catches his breath. 

The both of you bask in the afterglow of your climaxes, the soft sound of breathing drifting on the heated air. Jason thinks you look divine with your hair spread on the bed, his seed marking your skin as sweat glistens your body. You think the view of him above you, satisfaction prominent on his face, is just as sacred. 

When Jason’s body settles he gently slides out of you, smiling apologetically at your small wince. He goes to your bathroom, having memorized the layout of your house from all the times he’s visited you. He returns with a damp towel, mournfully wiping his traces off of you. He throws the rag into your laundry basket, crawling beside you in bed and pulling you into his chest.

“How ya doing, princess?” He whispers into your hair.

You give him a small, happy hum in return, scooting yourself even closer into him. 

"You're so soft," He mumbles, nuzzling into you. "This is where I want us to stay, for eternity. Nothing else, forever."

“That sounds perfect, Jay.” You reply, yawning slightly. 

Jason’s smile grows even wider, his arms tightening around you. He looks down at you with an adoring gaze, your warm and tender body slotting perfectly against his. "There is nothing, and no one in this world that I want more than you, my dearest."

Thank you so much for reading! A comment or reblog is much appreciated. Have a great day <3

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[scarletttries]

NSFW Headcanon Request: Steven Grant (Moon Knight)

Steven Grant + Lingerie: (prompt list here)

- Steven Grant could have gone his whole life never considering women's underwear any further than knowing Bridget Jones's were apparently on the frumpy side (a closet rom-com fan, Steven has seen all the British classic a dozen times over in his so-far-uneventful pursuit of his own dramatic romance.) That is until you came into his life, the first person he had ever had the enormous privilege of falling in love with.

- It may have taken longer than you were expecting from a man you found endlessly handsome and charming, but after a run of almost perfect dates, Steven's nervous clumsiness aside, you were finally straddling his lap on the middle of his plush couch, guiding his hands the buttons of your dress so you could finally show him what you hand on underneath. Fumbling with each and every movement of his hands, and trying desperately to focus on your buttons as his head swam with the intoxicating taste of your lips on his, eventually he undid the final clasp allowing you to shrug off the velvety fabric and reveal the dark red, lacy, matching lingerie set you'd picked out hoping you'd end your night in this position.

- Steven's eyes would be wider than the moon taking in your exquisite beauty, the way the dark colours held your curves, the shimmering flesh peaking through the gaps in the lace, the slight outline of your nipples hardening against the fabric. He was in heaven. He didn't even realise people could look this beautiful, this otherworldly, this completely stunning, and in even more disbelief, that someone this gorgeous would be perched excitedly on his lap, leaving a trail of eager kisses down his neck that almost threatened to have his eyes flutter shut, if he wasn't so afraid to miss a second of this view.

- His hands skim over your thighs, toying with the frilled edges of the lace, a strangled moan erupting from his as you buck your hips against his, bringing his attention to the uncomfortable throbbing between in his legs as his manhood pushes against the tight fabric of his corduroys. It isn't hard to tell that Steven is a huge fan of you wearing a little less, but you start to get the picture as you experiment with different pretty little sets you own, figuring out exactly which ones drive Steven to the edge the quickest. The day you wore a sheer light pink set, complete with suspenders, Steven spent the whole night with his head buried between your thighs, too embarrassed to admit he'd cum in his boxers the moment you kissed him.

- Steven would want to get you some nice lingerie as a gift, but the moment he walked into a London lingerie store he got so flustered he walked into a scantily clad mannequin, knocked it over, apologised, and then sprinted out of the shop and straight home. Thankfully there are more than a few places online to order such a gift, and in fact browsing the range of options available opens up a whole new world for Steven. He never knew bras could come without straps, picturing how much easier it would be to slip his hands inside and let your boobs spill over the top where he could press his lips against them. But why stop there when he could buy you a pretty little bralet with two slits in the fabric exactly where your nipples would sit, meaning Steven could slip his fingers under your shirt and start teasing your sensitive tits, picturing all the fun he'd have getting you worked up as you tried to watch a movie resting against his chest.

- This would lead him to the holy grail of his latest obsession; crotchless panties. When he didn't think there could be any better feeling than slipping your wet lacy thong to the side as he worked his fingers into your greedy entrance, here was the perfect solution. He found himself scrolling through the whole collection, picturing you coming to visit him at work in one of your pretty summer dresses with a pair of these underneath, letting him pull you onto his lap while he stretches you with his hard length, watching you squirm as his colleagues walked by and commented on what a cute pair you were and how much happier Steven seemed these days. Before he's managed to place an order his trousers are down and his hand is wrapped around his aching cock, picturing you in the matching set on the screen, beautifully adorned in lace but with all your most sensitive areas exposed for Steven to play with. His hand starts to move faster as pictures you panting and moaning as he plays with your pretty little clit, chest bouncing as your nipples spill out of your bra, no choice but to let him touch every single part of you. He's picturing the sticky mess he'd leave dripping down the front of your panties when he can't hold back his release any more, the thought of his cum dripping down your thighs with no fabric to stop it sending him over the edge. By the time he goes to bed he's paid for next day delivery and invited you over for 'movie night' tomorrow.

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[sarahscribbles]

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬. 𝐔𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲, 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤: 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏.𝟒𝐤

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

The sweet scent of orange blossom greets him the moment he eases open the door to your bedroom. It’s lingering faintly in the air and, when he breathes in, he detects the subtly stronger notes of jasmine. 

It’s a mixture of scents that he associates with you. It paints a vivid picture in his mind of you emerging from the bathroom, all soft and dewy, and slipping between cotton sheets to wrap yourself around him. It’s a scent he associates so strongly with you that he can almost feel the warm weight of your body against his, even though it’s been days since he’s shared your bed. 

He has Nicholas to thank for that.

The Quinjet arrived back at the compound later than he had anticipated owing to some last minute changes to the mission, and he had been delayed further by Thor’s insistence that they celebrate its success. 

He loves his brother, he does, but Thor can be so incredibly dense at times. 

The only way he had wanted to celebrate this mission was between your thighs. 

You magical creature. Day and night you consume his thoughts, but it is late, so he isn’t at all surprised to find you sleeping soundly beneath the sheets. You’ve neglected to close the curtains, so the nights full moon is bathing you in a pearly light. Even in sleep, you look radiant, otherworldly, and for a moment he’s struck dumb with the realisation that you’re his. 

Gods, how he had wanted you make you his again and again until the morning sun crested over the hills. 

Quietly, he removes his cloak to drape it over the chair, taking strange pleasure in how it tangles with the clothes you’ve discarded there. A flash of green dissolves the rest of his armour and leather until he’s dressed in nothing more than a pair of black silk boxers. He can’t contain the quiet snort of laughter at remembering how you always pretend to swoon when he strips off. 

His darling little minx. 

How had he survived without you all these days? The mission hadn’t been overly long, but it had felt neverending without you there. 

Another snort of laughter. If only his younger self could see him now. Hopelessly and unashamedly in love with a mortal. 

He rounds the bed, hoping to slip beneath the sheets and fall into a quick sleep with you in his arms, but he’s barely made it two steps when you speak. 

“Loki…”

He freezes. Surely, he hadn’t made that much noise coming in? He’d even taken off his boots at the door. What could possibly have…

Oh. 

One look toward you tells him you’re still asleep. Asleep, but dreaming of him. A smile tugs at his lips and he doesn’t move an inch. His eyes are trained on you, watching the slight rise and fall of your chest as you travel through dreams. 

But then it happens. 

He watches your brow furrow and your lips part. Something close to a moan drifts softly between them, and your back arches at the exact moment you stretch your neck on the pillow, similar to how you do when he…

“Mmm, Loki…feels good.” Your voice is groggy and slurred and heavy, but you’re dreaming about him. 

And it’s not an innocent one. 

He wills his body not to respond. He thinks of Thor. He thinks of his grandmother. Hel, he thinks of Odin, and it works until you whine his name in your sleep once more. 

Fuck.

He knows he should take care of the issue himself, but…Norns, he wants you. You’ve spoken about it before, assuring him that he always has your consent, but it still feels wrong. 

And yet, he’s already got one knee on the mattress. 

It feels wrong, but he’s peeling back the duvet until there’s nothing standing between him and your body but the tank top and sleep shorts you’re wearing. 

It feels wrong, but he can’t resist kissing and licking the column of your neck until he feels your hips roll against his. 

“Loki…please…mmm,” you hum, subconsciously spreading your thighs wider for him to settle between. 

Norns help him, but the final straws of his resolve snap one by one. 

His hands find your hips to easily begin sliding your shorts down your thighs. They reach your ankles and he’s quickly tossing them to the side and spreading your thighs apart. You’re drenched for him. Clearly, whatever he’s doing in your dreams is working wonders. 

Every inch of you is calling to him like a siren call, but he can’t decide where he wants to touch you first. Greedily, he pushes the hem of your tank top up to expose your breasts and eagerly stretches down to take a nipple between his lips. It’s hard and erect, and your back arches into the feel of his warm tongue swirling over your skin. 

He swears he hears you mumble something more in your sleep - his name or maybe another plea for more - but by now, his cock is aching so badly that your words barely register with him. With a lazy flick of his hand, his boxers become a non issue, and a hand quickly pumps his cock for just a modicum of relief. 

Beneath him, you shift in your sleep, turning your head to the opposite side and granting him a view of the faded love bites he peppered across your neck before leaving. His cock twitches in his hand, desperate to feel your wet heat clenching around it. 

He stretches to graze his teeth once more along your throat, and this time you moan his name louder. “Beautiful creature,” he murmurs into your skin. “Enchanting thing.” 

Unable to resist any longer, he presses the tip of his angry cock against your soaked entrance, easing himself slowly inside you with a stuttered, broken gasp. Norns, you’re so tight and wet and perfect.  His perfect, addictive little mortal. 

His thrusts are shallow at first as he loses himself to the feel of you, but you feel so good and it’s been days that they quickly become deep and possessive. He watches his cock slip in and out of your cunt, and, even in your sleep, you still clench wondrously around him. He can’t help but throw his head back and lose himself in how good you feel. No one, not god, goddess, or mythical beast, has made him feel as good as you do. You’re everything he’s ever dreamed of wrapped up in one enchanting mortal. 

He’s so caught up in chasing his high that it takes him a moment to realise that your arms are snaking around his neck, and when he gazes back down at you, your eyes are fluttering open. He knows you’re still half gone to sleep, but he still leans in to kiss you with every last ounce of love he possesses. You vaguely kiss him back, but he swallows it hungrily. 

“Mmm, more…please,” you hum against his lips, groggily wrapping your legs around his waist. 

“Oh, my sweet girl, I’ll give you everything. I’ll give you the moon if you ask me,” he whispers, trailing kisses down your neck and along your chest. 

He can feel his climax beginning to build, but with how you’re clenching desperately around him and gripping his shoulders, you’re already half way to yours. His thrusts become ruthless and barely a minute later you’re arching into him and moaning his name as you come undone in his arms. It’s a vision he’ll never tire of - your parted lips, your wide eyes, your flushed skin. 

By the gods, he’s obsessed with you.

It doesn’t take long for him to follow you into bliss, emptying inside you while cries your name into the hollow of your neck. His orgasm rips through him, it makes him see stars and galaxies explode behind his eyes, it makes him clutch you to him that little bit tighter. How madly he loves you. 

You haven’t moved since he collapsed on top of you, and a quick glance shows him that you’ve fallen back asleep, but the ghost of a smile is still playing on your lips. You don’t stir when he removes himself, or when he cleans the mess with a wave of his hand. 

You’re well and truly under. 

He kisses your forehead softly and pulls the duvet over both of you, not missing how you hum contentedly when he presses his chest against your back and tangles his legs with yours. He listens contentedly to your steady breathing, feeling his eyes grow heavy with each exhale.

Seconds later, he follows you into sleep.

#loki smut #loki x reader #loki fanfiction

[wilbursprincess]

Making out with Simpbur and mutually being super whiny and handsy. Bonus points if reader is lowkey kinda obsessed with him- Like she's been waiting for this moment for a concerning amount of time... I dunno; I just like the idea of Simpbur in specific being SUPER loud in bed.

-🦋

(I'm so sorry for blowing up your inbox- I just love your writing)

“You’re So Cute When You’re All Whiny”

Simpbur x Female Reader

Warnings: So much making out lol, reader gives Simpbur a handjob while grinding on his leg, both reader and Simpbur being so whiny and needy for each other <3

Don’t worry about blowing up my inbox, dear 🦋 anon! Any chance to write about Simpbur is a goddamn GIFT!

Fic below cut!

I’d been dreaming about this for months.

I’d had a crush on the cute boy in my lecture hall since the first day of class, when he walked in, slightly late, and asked if the seat next to me was taken. We had slowly gotten closer, and eventually, he asked me to lunch at the campus cafe. One thing lead to another, and he was finally here. In my bed, shirtless in grey sweatpants, kissing me everywhere he could reach.

“I can’t get enough of you in those sweatpants,” I murmur against his smiling lips, one leg hitched over his hips. “God, you’re adorable.”

“You’re so hot,” he groans in reply, tugging my shirt off over my head so I’m left in a bra and leggings, slipping a finger into the waistband of the tight black fabric. “Can I take these off?”

“Please.”

One of my hands is tangled in his curls, the other teasing him through the fabric of his sweats. He’s panting like a dog from the slightest touch, having this whiny, needy boy in my bed is otherworldly.

Wilbur finally gets my leggings off, slipping his knee between my thighs and slowly rubbing it against the crotch of my panties. This leaves his hands free to paw at my chest, groaning as I dig my nails into his back from the waves of pleasure radiating from my core.

“I love those pretty little noises you’re making,” I sigh, starting to pull his sweatpants down. “Can I?”

“Fuck yes,” he replies, crying out as I wrap my hand around him and slowly start to move it up and down. Every single movement I make makes Wilbur whine or groan, and he can’t stop himself from thrusting into my hand. He’s so loud, so vocal, so whiny, every sound music to my ears.

He’s completely given up on any kind of mutual pleasure in just a few strokes from my hand, but I don’t mind. Every groan, moan, or whine makes me drip, and I start rubbing myself on his knee in time with my hand on his cock.

“So… so good,” Wilbur groans, pressing his face into my neck and letting out a long, low moan. “You’re gonna make me… cum… in my pants.”

“I’d… hope so,” I manage, sinking my teeth into his shoulder.

I’ve never been with anyone this vocal or handsy with me, someone so unafraid to let me know just how good I’m making them feel. And it was so. goddamn. hot.

Just as I shudder and soak the fabric of his sweats, Wilbur practically screams and releases sticky white all over my hand and the inside of his boxers, whining and shaking as I stroke him through his high before collapsing on top of me.

“Oh my God,” he gasps, sweaty skin pressed against mine. “That was…”

“…amazing,” I echo, kissing his forehead and sighing. “You’re so cute when you’re all whiny.”

Wilbur makes a soft, contented noise in his throat, snuggling closer to me. His breaths grow slower and slower as he slips into sleep, and I can’t help but grin.

This is everything I ever wanted.

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[honeybeefae]

For bingo: somno with Cassian 😈

Wake Up, Princess (Cassian x Reader)

BINGO: Somnophilia

(I didn’t know how much I wanted to wake up to Cassian fucking me until I wrote this and now I can’t get it out of my mind so you all get to join me in that!)

WARNINGS: Smut, Somnophilia (consensual)

You had mentioned this fantasy of yours to him a few times now, usually after a few too many drinks. Cassian hadn’t really understood the appeal of it until he got home later than usual, smiling when he saw you spread out across the covers wearing nothing but a silky nightie he had bought you for your birthday.

It was an unusually hot night, both windows open to allow the slight breeze to try and cool down the room, but it did little to help. The moon was shining high in the sky and cast your body in an ethereal glow, making you look otherworldly. 

He wasn’t thinking of anything but curling up next to you until he heard you whimper in your sleep, your lips parting slightly in a breathy gasp. Both of his eyebrows rose in curiosity as he turned to look at you, slowly removing his clothes from today.

The sheets between your legs were tangled and your face was flushed though he doubted it was all due to the heat. You rolled over onto your back, nipples pebbling into hard peaks as a small breeze drifted in. 

“Cassian…” You moaned, eyebrows furrowing while still deep in sleep.

Your moan immediately caused his cock to harden, his nostrils flaring as he smelled the telltale scent of your arousal. He clenched his jaw as he palmed himself through his boxers, watching as your hips raised slightly in need.

You were dreaming of him…

His feet had him in front of the bed before his mind could catch up, his hand now fully grasping his cock as he saw a small wet spot form on your panties. You were clearly in a deep sleep, not even rousing as he gingerly climbed onto the bed and hovered over you.

“Fuck…” Cassian groaned quietly, your scent now drowning him. He contemplated whether he should wake you up, a small part of him feeling like a pervert for watching you while you slept until you whimpered again.

“Please…Cass…touch…” 

Whatever resolve he was hanging onto disappeared. He always gave his princess what she wanted and this would be no different. Using two fingers he gently tugged your panties forward until they were sliding off your legs, not even causing you to move as he tossed them to the side.

Your pussy was glistening in the moonlight, already slick with need, and Cassian felt his cock jump at the sight. He looked up at your face for a minute, watching as you had no idea who was between your legs, and it made something deep within him spark in delight.

“So innocent,” He whispered, using the tip of his index finger to run down your folds and collect your juices. “Even in your sleep you need me, you crave me, princess.”

Cassian brushed against your clit and grinned as your breathing stopped for a moment, your body tensing. He waited, seeing if you would wake up, and when he was satisfied you were still deep under he did it again. Your lips were now fully parted, chest red like you would react if you were awake.

He slowly pushed your legs apart so he could fit his face in between your thighs, licking his lips as he resisted the urge to dive in head first. Cassian wasn’t known for his patience but tonight, tonight he wanted to take his time to see how long it took you to wake up.

His tongue poked out as he spread your lips so he could see all of you, his hips flat against the bed as he began to steadily lick you, soft as a kitten. Your fingers instinctively clenched the sheets as he made sure to collect every last drop of your arousal.

“Mmm, oh, Cass,” You sighed, your head turning from side to side as he ate you out like it was his last meal. His cock was weeping at this point as he did his best to not rut into the bed, the tip of his tongue darting in and out of your hole at a leisurely pace.

Cassian wanted to take his time, he really did, but the urge to fuck you was growing every second and when you started to unconsciously grind against his face he felt like he was going to snap. He circled your clit a few times, his hand going down to tug at his dick at the noises you made before he forced himself to pull away.

You were growing more restless after his attention, your eyelashes fluttering as he shucked off his boxers and grabbed the base of his cock to line it up with your tight hole. He bit down on his cheek as he pushed in inch by inch, the feral side of him screaming to just fuck your brains out.

“Shit, you’re always so tight for me.” He growled, hanging his head when he bottomed out. You were almost awake as he started to rock into you, the head of his cock brushing against the spot deep within. Cassian smirked when your eyes opened blearily, trying to make sense of your surroundings while also coming to grasp what, and who, was fucking you.

“Cassian?” You asked sleepily, rubbing your eyes before arching your back when he gave a particularly rough thrust. “What? What’s going on-oh, fuck!”

“Exactly what you wanted, princess.” He panted above you, his eyes dark with desire. “I heard you calling for me in your dreams, heard you ask me to touch you.”

He was giving you long, hard strokes as you lost yourself in the hazy feeling of sleep and sex. The way your walls clenched around him, your body already buzzing from the dream and his teasing, you weren’t going to last long and neither was he.

“Such a needy girl needing me to fuck her in her sleep.” Cassian purred as he felt his orgasm building, lowering himself until your foreheads were touching. You stared up at him with half-lidded eyes, pupils blown wide as he ordered you quietly.

“Now be a good girl and cum on my cock, princess.”

Normally you would have to have a few more minutes of stimulation to cum but the way he talked to you, the way he fucked you awake, it had you going over the edge before he could finish his sentence. You whined but he caught your lips before you could scream, his tongue hot in your mouth as he spilled himself inside your cunt.

Cassian gave a few more lazy thrusts before rolling and falling onto his back, making sure to keep himself inside of you as he pulled you on top of him. His wings pinched at the position but he ignored it, stroking your cheek as you looked up at him sleepily.

You were falling fast and his warmth was helping speed it up, mumbling incoherently as he shushed you. He pressed his lips to your forehead and followed your lead by closing his eyes, enjoying the way your pussy still held him inside as you both fell asleep. 

#acotar #acotar smut #acotar smut reader #acotar bingo #cassian x reader #cassian acotar #cassian #cassian x reader smut #cassian x reader acotar #cassian x reader acotar smut #acomaf #acowar #acofas #acosf #cassian smut

[papaver-decervicatus]

Headcanons- Sobieslaw "Gromsko" Kościuszko

Is not-so-secretly displeased that no one can pronounce his name. He is absolutely a Polish Culture fanatic and is incredibly patriotic. It bothers him that people either can’t or aren’t willing to learn how to say his name. 

For this reason, a quick way to get in his good books is to practice his name and get it right to him. If a pretty girl does it, he’s not-so-subtly hearing wedding bells. 

Lowkey misogynist, very traditional

Wants a wife and kids. No kids are a deal breaker for him. 

Wants a wife who will clean and cook for him when he can fix stuff around the house and earn income with the military

Grew up with 4 siblings, two brothers, and two sisters, they all have the most Polish names imaginable. 

Desperately wants at least three kids.

Generally very outgoing and boisterous. Is commonly told that he’s “too loud”

His response is to smile and laugh even louder than previously. 

The exception to this is when he’s embarrassed, which is incredibly infrequent. He will get quiet and turn red if he does anything particularly stupid

He bought a copy of Silence of the Lambs thinking it was a field cooking guide. He gets genuinely flustered when people bring it up

Reads a lot in his off time, and learned English from reading almost exclusively 

As such he mispronounces words in ways that people that learned from English speakers typically don’t, like pronouncing “chassis” like “chass-iss” not “chass-ee”

If anyone brings it up he blue screens for a second and argues back that that makes no sense and why can’t it be phonetic? 

He inadvertently started a book club with Reyes, Nova, and a few other SpecGru operators by asking around for books to practice with. 

Sleeps naked or in very tight boxers much to his bunk mates' chagrin. 

He has the unique habit of sleeping on his arm and holding his pillow to his chest and between his legs when he’s asleep. 

It’s because his right knee is damaged from a particularly rough infill landing, having his knees together when he sleeps is really painful

Everyone assumes it’s something to do with humping his pillow because he’s just. Got no shame like that, but it isn’t actually. 

Has no insecurities appearance-wise. He is how he is and people can like that or not, he doesn’t give a shit. 

Cocky? confident? Self-assured? 

all of the above and then some. 

Magic touch when it comes to being a medic. He has stabilized people who damn well should have bled out and died on the field. 

He should be a bad medic because he’s so loud and aggressive on the field

And yet, he’s nearly always right on target and right where he needs to be to help someone out. 

His whole demeanor changes from patient to patient. 

Otherworldly sense of what people need emotionally when they’re hurt.

Need someone to empathize with you? He’s already telling you how much your family back home needs you to pull through. 

Need to get your mind off the pain? He’s telling you knock-knock jokes that don’t really make sense in between stories of his childhood misadventures. 

Need someone to kick you into gear? He’s spitting in your face about how you can’t just give up now and die like a fucking dog. 

Need some peace and quiet? He’s holding your hand and stroking your wrist with his thumb, only providing pulses of pressure to keep you in the moment. 

Absolutely capable of gentleness and caring, but just does so very infrequently. 

He is kind, not nice. 

He will help out anyone with anything without being asked to, but he’s gonna make fun of them the whole time. (Playful banter, he means no harm by it)

Much more likely to be “nice” to a woman or a child than a man. 

Handles his liquor poorly at the moment, will get black-out drunk without batting an eye, and yet somehow never gets hungover. 

The others are convinced he takes medical supplies for homemade hangover cures, he doesn’t but he lets them think that. 

Superior Polish genes, baby. His liver is the strongest thing about him. 

He does not necessarily need to be “the alpha male” in any given room or situation, but very much commands a certain kind of attention. 

This man occupies space. Wide stance, a loud voice, a louder laugh, and the personality of a wrecking ball. His ego is through the door before he is. 

Despite this, most of his coworkers don’t really find him all that jarring because he doesn’t demand subservience. He knows his station and does not need validation outside of it. 

He doesn’t care to be a leader, it’s not that he’s opposed, he just has a different skill set. 

He tends to wander on the battlefield, always hyper-vigilant to where he is needed most. 

His weapon of choice is a rocket launcher. 

AVADA KADABRA KURWA 

BOOM

He and Soap are on the top of the “UNDER NO FUCKING CIRCUMSTANCES ALLOWED TO USE A ROCKET LAUNCHER” list, followed closely (and inexplicably) by Farah?

Read about that story here!

Despite being in a profession centered around fixing people/caring for wounds, has a natural tendency towards destruction. 

Soldiers' vocabulary all the way. Every 5th word is a swear, and that’s on a “clean” day.

#navigation -> headcanon tag #gromsko #cod mwii #gromsko cod #cod gromsko

[rustedhearts]

hocus pocus (dad!boxer!steve x fem!librarian reader)

summary: a five year old jane harrington is obsessed with her new witch costume and refuses to take it off. oh no! catastrophe strikes when she tears a hole in her cape. can steve fix it before she has a meltdown?

uses she/her pronouns and female anatomy.

✶ the king of the ring (miscellaneous) ✶ main masterlist

tags: fluff; dad!steve; mention of head trauma; a cape catastrophe!

buy me a ko-fi! ♡

october 24th, 2002.

"Abracadabra!"

Steve lazily slumped his head aside and played dead for the seventh time in the past half an hour, killed by his daughter's sparkly, ribboned purple wand. She giggled with giddy glee at his weak performance, covering her mouth with a tiny hand to stifle delight from her victim. But Steve still caught it, heart fluttering with pride at the sound—his favorite pastime in the world these days was making Jane laugh.

Peeking one eye open, Steve watched her twirl in her satin cape, bedazzled with jewels and shiny gold stars. She was somewhere between a princess and a witch. Jane’s indecisiveness led to Halloween costumes you could never quite decipher. One thing about the littlest Harrington was she refused to be confined to just one thing.

“Is that laughter I hear?”

“Daddy, you’re not supposda talk! You’re dead!”

Steve waited a moment for Jane’s momentary irritation to pass before jolting upright with a quiet roar. She squealed, jumping on her toes clad in little pink socks, given a fright by her father. He scooped her up in one swift pull, hoisting her into the air over his shoulder before spinning around the center of the living room.

“It’s alive, it’s alive!” Steve bellowed theatrically.

Jane was a mess of laughter and hiccups, dangling over his back. He loved her belly laughs—the ones that brought her back to infancy, when the sound of Steve dropping a pen and dramatically groaning about it had her squealing in her highchair. She was continuously enamored by her father and his otherworldly presence. In little Jane’s eyes, Steve was the sun and the moon.

Steve hauled her onto the couch, sharing in her breathless laughter as it faded to huffs. He collapsed beside her, feigning exhaustion from his rise from the dead. She instantly perked up and climbed into his lap, her rebound from play much quicker then Steve’s these days. Being out of the ring for so long had taken its toll on him.

“Oof—Jane, no climbing.”

Jane scrambled over the back of the couch, hurtling toward the carpet with a thud. Steve rubbed his temples, praying the dull ache of an oncoming headache would fade with care. He always felt terrible when a migraine immobilized him in a dark room away from you and Jane, though even his doctor said after a head injury like his, there was no avoiding them. If he didn’t look after himself, he’d stumble backward.

But Steve always put himself on the back burner when it came to Jane.

“Can we go outside and play in the leaves?” Jane asked, skipping her way around the couch in clumsy steps.

Steve glanced through the living room window, overlooking the gated yard. The sky was a dull, pale blue, and the trees rattled with an angry wind. The leaves Jane spoke of, crisp and brightly-colored, swirled around the yard.

“I don’t know, Janey…”

“Please, please, please?”

Jane put on her best weepy-eyed pout (one she inherited from her mother), and gazed up at her father with tightly-clasped hands. Her wand stuck out between her fingers, ribbons tangled together. The cape she’d been wearing for days, tied loosely around her neck in a rumpled bow over a purple tulle dress, was wrinkled from crumpling and folding and play. She refused to take it off, despite your pleas for her to do so.

“Please,” Jane added, feet stomping impatiently.

Steve rubbed his temple harder, wincing and grimacing. “Honey, you know Mommy doesn’t want you goin’ out when it’s cold like—“

“I’ll wear a scarf! C’mon, Dad!”

And it was the affection oozed in a title he earned in a ten hour labor spent squeezing your hand and coaxing you through trembling wailing and grievous pain—Dad. His little girl that had grown so big, sprouted from a wriggling little thing that cried and gurgled all day, to a child incapable of wrangling for more than a few minutes—all within a matter of moments in Steve’s mind. There were moments when Steve believed he would no longer have the privilege of being Dad; when his mind was black and numb and nothing, and his hands didn’t work for themselves.

So ‘Dad’ was an utterance never ignored. Never, not once. ‘Dad’ was a cry always given into.

Leaning forward, Steve tossed Jane a playful grin. They always shared smiles like telling secrets. “Alright. But you’ll wear a coat, too.”

✶ ✶

“Dad, Dad, look at me! Wee!”

“Not too high, Janey,” Steve called, easing into the cushion of a wicker chair in the stone area of the backyard, where he lit the fireplace in case she came running with a shiver.

Jane, however, was busy swinging on her bright yellow swing-set, careening into the air with propelling legs and a toothy grin—wand tucked snugly beneath her arm, of course. Steve waved, sharing another smile. With Jane, Steve always smiled with his teeth. You thought he looked handsomest like that.

Steve absently drummed his fingers on his thighs as he watched Jane swing and sing to herself, wanting nothing more than to smoke a cigarette. Trips outside, especially in the cold, always came with the old, familiar craving for a Marlboro Red. But alas, his days of shriveling his lungs were over—pity.

“I’m gonna jump!” Jane bellowed, feet pointed toward the grass littered with goldenrod leaves in front of the swings.

Steve jolted up, jerking into Dad-Mode. “Jane, don’t you dare—“

And then she was soaring toward the dirt, a pile of pink fabrics and a puffy purple coat. As though in slow motion, she lowered to the ground—where she landed with a thud. Steve instantly leapt to his feet, taking off with a speed he didn’t know he was capable of to reach her.

“Jane—Janey, look at me, are you hurt?” He grabbed her with the insistence of emergency, hoisting her into his lap and scanning for injuries.

Though her eyes pinkened with tears, mouth opening with an anguished cry, it was not a broken bone nor bumped head she was crying for—but her cape, wrinkled and rumpled, now torn at the ruffled seam.

“Janey, what hurts?” Steve hounded, trying to catch his own breath. His heart was in his mouth and it tasted like vinegar.

“N-nothing,” she hiccuped, slurping snot through a tiny nose.

“Then why are you cryin’?” He swept a big palm gently over her sticky cheeks as he spoke.

Moved to hysterics from the pain of ruin of such a cherished token, Jane only lifted her torn cape at her side and pointed.

“Look!” she wailed with the ache of mourning. “It’s ruined!”

Steve tried not to smile, though it would have only been out of pure fondness. Jane’s heart was bigger than most at her age, and the intimacy she shared with her “things” never failed to amuse him. How she treated her stuffed animals, letting them take turns in her bed so they wouldn’t “feel left out.” How she stopped to pet earth worms and wave to squirrels, how she tried her damnedest to pet every stray cat. How she had collections of acorn tops and rocks on her bookshelf from walks in the park, each with an origin story and a name and a place in her heart.

“Oh, boy,” Steve sighed, gently pushing her hand down to rest. He pulled her a little tighter against his chest. “Alright, it’s alright. Deep breaths, Janey, it’s okay.”

As she hiccuped and soaked his sweatshirt, Steve wracked his brain for any sort of solution that didn’t involve bothering you. All you asked for was an afternoon to yourself, a few hours for a latte and a book on a park bench alone after errands, free momentarily of needing to have eyes on every inch of your head and a hand always at the ready. And Steve promised you could have it.

He couldn’t ruin it over a ripped cape and some backyard tears.

Scooping her up, Steve carried Jane back into the house, where he placed her on the couch and clicked on the tv for a hopeful distraction. He plucked a VHS from the shelf, popping in something colorful and guaranteed to entertain her wandering mind. A hurried trip to the kitchen came with a bowl of animal crackers and a juice box, all placed in her lap with a kiss to the head.

“Alright, kid, this is what we’re gonna do,” Steve announced, stepping back to place his hands on his hips with sincerity. “I’ll take the cape just for a few minutes, okay? And I’m gonna do my best to fix it.”

Jane blinked up at him, pushing crackers individually into her mouth. “Like Mommy does?”

Steve tried not to wince. “…Yeah…yeah, like Mommy does. So, I just need the cape for a little bit, okay? Just so it can go get a check up and…maybe a bath.”

Jane looked less than pleased, and he could practically see the gears turning in her head, an overthought contemplation brewing in her brows. God, she took so much after Steve.

“Does that sounds okay?” Steve pressed.

Jane slowly nodded. “Okay.”

Once the cape was in his possession, Steve rushed to the laundry room, keeping the door propped open to listen for anything alarming. He paused every few moments to peek his head out and look around the corner, though only ever caught the back of Jane’s head as it bored into the tv.

“Fuck,” he muttered to himself, gazing around for tools.

Laundry detergent, fabric softener, ironing board, iron—Christ, what the hell was he supposed to do? He’d seen you sew before, knew you’d taken care of mending shorts and sweaters and tears in dresses—but how was he supposed to know how to do it himself? Hell, he didn’t even know where you kept the sewing supplies.

“Daddy, is my cape all better yet?”

Steve jumped, wiping sweat from his head as he paced the room. “Uh, yeah, sweetheart! Just a second!”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” came much quieter and under his breath.

Steve glared at the cape lying on the washing machine. At this point, he’d just have to go out and buy a new one, and hope he could come up with some sort of lie fantastical enough to keep Jane from crying in the meantime.

“I’m home!”

And there came your voice, pinging through the house as you clicked down the foyer. Jane’s little feet pattered hurriedly your way, and a cold sweat dripped down his back when Steve heard your excited squeals for the hug Jane no doubt collected you in.

“Oh, I missed you! What’ve you been up to, chick? And where’s Daddy?”

“He’s givin’ my cape a check up.”

Steve rolled his eyes, waiting for your giggle. It was still adorable when he heard it, no matter how emasculated he felt by the whole predicament.

“Oh, is he? Well, what happened to it?”

“She ripped it throwin’ herself off the swings.”

You looked up from Jane to see your husband shuffling into the room, holding a frilly, sparkly purple cape limply in his hand. Your lips pressed into a smile, adjusting Jane on your hip when she wiggled. But that smile faded when you processed your daughter’s antics, and you turned to her with a sterner face.

“Jane, we’ve talked about those swings. You remember how to stop swinging? You gotta catch your feet on the ground—no jumping off the swings. That’s how you get hurt.”

Jane pushed her hair away from her eyes with her palms. “But I didn’t get hurt! Jus’ my cape got hurt!” She pointed toward it for proof.

You swallowed your next smile. “I know, but what if it had been you? Mommy and Daddy would be so sad if you got hurt, Janey.”

She blinked, pondering this a moment. “Really?”

Steve stepped in, coming to stand behind you and look over your shoulder sincerely at Jane. “Very sad.”

She pursed her lips, a telltale sign of guilt. She tended to cry if she knew she upset anyone. “Well…okay.”

The pair of you sandwiched her with a kiss, one on each cheek, and swiftly swept her frown away with a tickle to her tummy. Steve blew a raspberry on her cheek and chuckled when she scrunched up her nose and wiped it off her skin. You placed her on the ground, and she tugged on the end of your coat.

“But what about my cape? Daddy didn’t do the check up right.”

You turned to Steve, holding out your hand. “Looks like this is a job for Mom, then, huh?”

Steve handed it over, kissing your cheek this time. “Yep.”

Jane was back in her cape by dinner time, using her fork to cast spells on a bowl of peas to turn them into ice cream while her wand sat in dinner-time-out on the top of the fridge.

#rolly! #boxer!steve harrington #steve harrington #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington blurb #dad!steve harrington #steve harrington au #steve harrington fic #steve harrington one shot #stranger things #steve stranger things #boxer!steve

[gaymurdersalad]

Hey Jack can you give us a tour inside your house??

>Oh oh ohohohoh!! Allow me, asker! I’ve been studying Sportsy’s floor plan for years! Imma reliable source, I even know where all his furniture is!!

>Here’s the map I drew on my seventh visit!

>You got two porches, one in the front and one in the back; his little livin’ room, got a couch, a tv, and a little table with two chairs; his kitchen is connected to his livin’ room and it’s got a window in the wall that looks onto the livin’ room too, how cool is that?! Next you got his hallway where his bedroom, his bathroom, and a storage closet reside. Standard bathroom, I’m in here right now, just shaved with his razor blades since I left mine in an alley somewhere in Nebraska! He’s got his orange face paint in here and his cheap cologne too, oh man, this shit smells so good…

[ HUGE, UNGODLY, OTHERWORLDLY SNIFFING NOISE ]

>I digress, Asker! The storage closet just has some blankets and old clothes. Next is his bedroom. Oh, his bedroom. He’s got this king sized bed and the mattress is squeaky as hell! I dunno how the fucker sleeps! Sheets are covered in orange. Pillowcases too. Clothes all over his floor, all over his dressers, which are full of sweatshirts and boxers and sports bras and the like. There’s a doggo in his closet? I haven’t asked him about it. I don’t know if he knows. He’s gotta know, right? He leaves his fuckin’ half-drank pop cans and beer bottles everywhere! He’s lucky I’m a cleaner at heart. I just finish off whatever he leaves and keep the pop tabs ‘nd caps before I throw everything away.

>There’s your house tour! Hope that helps, Asker!

>Dave, you’ve been in there for an hour, get the fuck out. It should not take that long to shave, and I know you’re not shaving off that god-awful rat satche.

>Oh, please, you love it Old Sport.

>It makes me want to vomit harder than you have the past two days.

>Gah! You don’t mean that!! You don’t know what yer sayin’ Old Sport!!

#murder salad #gaymurdersalad

[nohoney]

coffee & cigs morning sex drabble mayhaps??

but of course (＠＾◡＾)

warnings: somnophilia, oral sex (f! receiving)

There’s nothing cozier than the built up warmth inside the blankets. It’s hard to want to leave, like you’re rooted to your comfy mattress and to the person you are also sharing the blissful warmth with. Pillows will get moved around and the stuffy you brought to sleep with probably fell off the bed at one point, but the sleep you are in is restful and deep.

At first you think it’s your dream that makes you feel so pleasant. The tingling in your limbs that makes you giggle and sigh as you dream of something otherworldly that you won’t be able to explain later on when you wake up. Then you feel something familiar that makes you stir.

You murmur incoherently at first, your head tossing to one side before going to the other. It’s gentle, whatever the sensation your feeling is and makes you moan. Slowly your body starts to recognize what you’re feeling but your mind hasn’t caught up just yet.

Whatever dreamscape you were in, it begins to fade and crumble as your consciousness begins to awaken. Vaguely you feel yourself rolling your hips forward, a gentle rocking motion that meets a wetness that begins to become more enthusiastic. Your ears pick up on a low voice, one that you are always happy to hear when it get close to that time of needing to wake up. Then your eyes begin to flutter.

At first you open your eyes to see the ceiling, the vague color of blue hour fills the room through the white blinds that don’t really do a good job of darkening the room. But the blue hour is a wonderful time to be in. Just right before the sunrise, before the sun shines apricot light through your window and truly makes you feel like your day is starting.

“Mm…” you groan quietly and rub the sleep out of your eyes, “Hmm… Touya…”

A gentle kiss is placed on your inner thigh and he mumbles, “Mornin’…”

His voice definitely didn’t come from beside you so you peer down to see him in between your legs. “G’morning… you having fun down there?” You ask him, reaching a hand to comb his hair back briefly.

“Yeah. You were all cute humping against my mouth once I got your panties off.” Touya answers you, “Just paying you back from last time.”

A few weeks ago you decided to wake Touya up in the morning by sucking him off. He’s a bit of a deep sleeper so he doesn’t wake up as easily, but he’s always miraculously awake once he feels your mouth around his cock. Even if you’re giving him the sleepy 3am blowjob, Touya is magically more awake once his dick is hard.

“Hm, it’s nice.” you hum and relax your body. One of your hand reaches down to grab the collar of your boyfriend’s shirt and pull him up towards you. It’s always imperative that you get your good morning kiss, even if the first thing in the morning Touya was doing was eating out your pussy. It’s vital to start your day.

The both of you hum into the kiss before he pulls away, tossing off his shirt and pulling his dick through the easy opening of his boxers. You give an off handed comment of lazy but it’s not really acknowledged by him. He swiftly pushes your satin cami top so that your tits are bare for him, his hand giving an appreciative squeeze first before his lines himself up against you.

Touya eases himself in little by little and your mind wanders to the many nights the two of you have woken each other by giving each other head. It makes you want to explore a little further so you ask, “Do you think you can do it next time with your dick? Waking me up I mean.”

“You sure you’re okay with that? You want me to fuck you in your sleep until you wake up?” He is concerned that maybe you’re just speaking in the moment and not giving it too much thought, but he can’t deny he’d like to give it a try. The two of you have already given each other permission to wake each other in the middle of the night for sex, but this was slightly different.

“Mm-hmm! Want you to do it!” You gasp when you’re filled by your boyfriend with your eyes rolling back briefly.

“Nuh uh. We’re gonna have a proper conversation about this later.” Touya decides that he won’t confirm it right now. Not while you’re horny for his cock so he doesn’t want you saying things that you won’t mean later on.

“But I already said-!”

Touya shuts you up putting his palm over your mouth and starts to rut against you. God there is nothing like you cumming on his dick first thing in the morning. It’s blissful to have your warmth wrapped around him this early just as the sun begins to rise. Even your muffled whines into your palm are cute too.

He adores you to pieces.

Eventually he needs both hands to help himself fuck you better. They place themselves on your hips and he holds you in place, finding a steady rhythm that suits the mood of the morning.

“Nngh! T-Touya! ‘M cumming!” You already announce, the cloud of pleasure hazing over your mind and starting to make you dumb. Turquoise eyes look down at you in amusement, already dick drunk so early in the morning. Your hands grasp at your own tits, squeezing them in your hands and pinching one of your nipples for him.

Breathy little moans are swallowed when he leans down to kiss you. “God… fuck, can I cum all over your tits?” Touya mutters against your lips when he pulls away from the kiss, “Can I, doll?”

He’s given a jittery little nod so Touya picks up his pace. The bounce of your tits and your sweet voice as he fucks away into you, he likes to start his morning this way before getting out of bed.

“Squeeze them together, I’m about to cum!” Touya gives you a quick warning. You push your tits together and your eyes follow his movement. You’re practically in awe as he cums all over you, warm against your skin and so thick as you feel it drip slowly.

While you’re calming down, Touya is fetching his discarded shirt and wiping you clean with it. No matter what you’ll end up taking a shower but at least he cleaned most of it off first. He remembers the first time he lagged on getting a cum rag to wipe you down, you got a little snippy afterwards and complained that being covered in cum is always hot in the moment but then just uncomfortable once clarity sets in.

He’s diligent in wiping you down, making conversation about what he plans to do today and when he’ll back from his own errands. Your own plans consist of staying indoors, baking a cake that you’ve been meaning to try for a while, and then scrolling on your phone.

Coffee is being brewed but only a single cup today; you wanted tea instead for this morning.

Coming out fresh from the shower, you look towards the window of the living room to see sunshine illuminating the space. Being in this personal space that you’ve built with your boyfriend along the with sound of him prepping his morning coffee really makes you feel like you’re in a real home. But then again you think that about anything when you get good sex, it just happens to make you more appreciative.

“Here doll, it’s ready.” Touya sets down one of your mugs onto the little dining room table. You sit across from him, putting your feet in his lap and thank him for making your tea this morning. “So about earlier…”

The two of you discuss with one another over your own beverages. From things in sex you want to try to wanting to rearranging some of the furniture or possible future events that you and him or may not want to attend so you plan excuses in advance.

Touya departs with a kiss and tells you he’ll text you later when he’s coming back so you’re left to your own devices until he returns. The first thing to do is make the bed. It’s a crumpled, inviting mess to lie in again as you move towards it. You smooth away the bedsheets, frowning when you see a dried spot that stands out against the color. Knowing all too well that it’s Touya’s cum that probably spurted from his dick when he finished all over you, it figures that a few drops are missed.

Instead you start your day with cleaning the bedsheets.

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[cluuny]

A MILLION YEARS

the ep11 slumber party

Dref had, of course, been to a slumber party. Back in his youth, he’d been invited to dozens, and went to… well, probably three. He was not a very social child, and even his parents couldn’t make him spend the night in a stranger's house without a good amount of bribery. But he had been to slumber parties before, is the point.

However, it’d been a long, long time, and he wasn’t sure he even knew what to do with himself now, watching the other three change.

The infirmary had plenty of beds, plenty of space for the four of them, even with Gable, and it was warm, and cozy, and nice. And Dref felt… well, at home wasn’t quite the phrase, but certainly calmer than he usually was. This was alright. He was going to be fine.

The other three were all getting ready for bed.

Gable’s back was to him as they pulled off their shirt, revealing the gashes in their back, the tattoos that scattered their spine and shoulders- at least until their hair slid back to cover it again. For a second, their eyes met in the mirror, and they raised an eyebrow at him. He wrenched his eyes away, landing on Travis, instead.

Travis was already changed into his loose billowing cotton night shirt and boxers, and was laying on a bed, head turned to the side, sharp eyes fixated on the small window. He looked otherworldly and beautiful like this, like a marble statue of a mythical ocean siren instead of a mere man. As Dref watched, one hand came up to smooth his hair, tangling and untangling itself as he absently gazed off into space.

Jonnit had taken off his bandana, replacing it with a bonnet that didn’t cover his third eye, leaving it out in the open, closed and relaxed. He looked so young as he wrestled off his boots, nearly falling to the ground as he fought the leather. Finally he let out a whine, swinging his boot up to land next to Travis’ head. “Can you help, man?”

Travis let out a long suffering sigh as he was shaken from his thoughts, but helped Jonnit unlace the boot with a groan, propping himself up on his elbow.

Suddenly, Dref realized he might be the first to die. Probably not by a lot, but he was older than Jonnit, and necromancy did shorten life spans by years, even decades, especially when used as much as he used it. Travis- whatever he was- was clearly old as dirt, and the fact that he hadn’t died yet meant he probably wasn’t going to any time soon. And Gable… well, Gable’s shoulder was already healed completely from the hook, in only mere hours.

Dref sat down, heavily, and Gable glanced at him, doing a double take when they saw the look on his face.

“Dref?” They asked gently. “You okay?”

“Ah, it just occurred to me I was probably not going to outlive any of you.”

“No,” Jonnit said, frowning. “No, don’t say that. Maybe I’ll fall off a ship one day, you never know-”

“No,” Dref said. “No, you saw the future, remember? You at least get to be an adult. I’m not sure I’ve got much more in me.”

“You do,” Jonnit said, desperately. “You have to, right?”

Gable stepped forward, slowly, spreading their arms. Their bare chest was littered in scars and tattoos, and their shoulder muscles rippled as they gathered Dref into a hug. “It’s alright.”

“You won’t forget me,” He hummed. “Will you?”

“Of course not,” Gable muttered into his hair. “Neither of us could ever forget you in a million years.”

“But in two million?”

“In two million years I’ll still smell that dreadful antiseptic and turn to complain to you about it,” Travis sighed. “In three million years I’ll wake up in a cold sweat because I dreamed you finally beat me at Illamet. In four million years I’ll be shocked not to hear you gag and retch every time I change.”

“Yeah, man,” Jonnit piped up. “You and I will have songs about us, man, I’m telling you. I’ll be the famous captain and you’ll be my right hand man- don’t… don’t say you won’t.”

“Of course I will,” Dref said, firmly. “If I live-”

“-You will,” Jonnit said, confidence filling every crack in his voice. “You’ll be there with me, and one day we’ll come out on top, and these two will come to visit every weekend, right guys?”

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” Travis said, stretching. “My schedule will probably be pretty full.”

Gable released Dref to toss a roll of bandages at the changeling, who yelped.

“We’ll be there,” They smiled. “Both of us. Promise.”

And somehow, Dref believed them.

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[19:17]

Tags: Jeon Wonwoo x Fem! Reader, Reader wears glasses, glasses kink (???? Both Reader and Wonwoo are really into the other wearing glasses), voice kink, oral sex (m. receiving), unprotected piv sex, heavy praise (f. receiving), petnames and creampie.

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A throaty whimper is swallowed by Wonwoo's mouth as his hands drag along your sides. Making themselves at home on your thighs, his long fingers digging into your skin as your hips jolt up into him in search of any of friction. His erection dragging along your slick folds through his boxers.

You whine out when he pulls away from you. "Patience, baby," he laughs, the scratchiness in his voice prompting your walls to clamp down achingly around nothing. He reaches up to remove his glasses, but one of your hands shoots up to stop him, "Wait."

"Hm?" He looks down at you, waiting for an answer. God, his eyes look so pretty behind his black frames.

"Can you- can you keep them on?" You whisper.

The way he blinks at you is so cute, and you want nothing more than to slot your mouth over his again, but you resist. "You want me to keep my glasses on? Why?"

"They look- you look so good when you where them. You look so hot," you breathe in explanation. You watch your words wash over him and he contemplates them for a few long moments.

"You don't have to if-"

"Will you keep yours on too?" He asks, the further drop in his voice and the molten look in his eyes catching you off guard this time around.

"You want me to what?" Your brains supplies intelligently.

"Keep yours on too. You look so beautiful with them," he responds, nuzzling your neck and peppering it with kisses that send electricity down your spine to pool between your thighs, "So fucking hot."

"Okay," you whine readily, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders and tugging him closer to you. He doesn't keep you waiting for long. Kissing his way back to your awaiting lips. Moaning into each other as his tongue snakes its way into your mouth.

"You don't have to-" his words are cut off with a choked groan when you tighten your grip on his flushed cock. Scorching and heaving in your hand. "Hush. You know I want to," you tease, looking up at him through your lashes, "Besides, it's your birthday." That's all the heads up Wonwoo receives before you take his glistening tip into your mouth.

His abdomen shudders under your other hand. Years of hard-earned muscle jumping under your touch as you sink down gradually on him. He's a little salty and so familiar on your tongue. Wonwoo looks otherworldly like this. Inky locks sticking to his sweaty forehead and his eyes barely open behind his lenses. His bruised lips parting to let out guttural groans as his fingers fist your hair. The tip of him brushes the back of your throat and the gravelly 'fuck' that hits your ears goes straight to your clit.

His hips shallowly fuck your mouth. The sounds of you gagging on his cock echoing throughout your bedroom along with his quiet sounds of pleasure. A few stray tears roll down your flushed face, and your spit and his pre-cum dribble down your chin. It's filthy. It's so intoxicating watching him lose himself while he uses your mouth. You can't help but, hurriedly shove your hand that's not wrapped around his cock between your thighs. Rubbing jerky circles on your clit and moaning around him.

"Fuck. Fuck, fu-fuck wait. I'll-I'm going to cum," he heaves out, stilling your movements with his hands. Gently easing you off of his wet, red, throbbing cock.

It takes everything in him not to cum on your pretty face when you pout up at him, your hand still between your plush thighs, "Why'd you stop? I wanted you to cum in my mouth."

His cock jumps a mere few centimetres away from your face.

"Don't say that," he grits out, his eyes shutting briefly behind his frames. "I'd rather cum inside of you," he says, the intent in his eyes causing the butterflies in your stomach to rage, "It's my birthday, isn't it? I thought I got to choose today."

He says that like he doesn't do that every day. Like you don't let him do as he pleases with you whenever he wants.

"Fine," you comply with the pout more for dramatics than anything else, "How would you like me, birthday boy?"

Your insides squirm when one of his large hands wraps around his length. Saliva pooling in your mouth yet again and more of your wetness dribbling onto your thighs,

"Come sit on it."

The command in his voice and how lowly he says it has you scrambling to your knees at breakneck speed. You choose to ignore his chuckle at your eagerness. Steading your hold on one of broad shoulders, your other hand wraps around him, nudging his fat tip along your entrance. His hands grip your hips harshly as you slowly ease onto him. The drag of his cock along your slick walls is toecurling. Your nails biting into his skin while he splits you open.

"Always so wet and tight for me," he mutters into your ear. The depth of his voice prompting your walls to clench around him and whimper in his strong hold. "Won-Wonwoo," you whine out when his tip kisses your cervix, "So deep."

"Fuck," he groans, pampering your throat with kisses when you start to move. Your thighs shake violently with every nudge of his cock along your sensitive walls but, you persist. His warm, massive hands cupping your ass. Grabbing as much of you as he can while his mouth lavishes your breasts with kisses and nips.

"My pretty girl with such pretty tits," he grits into your skin, drinking in the way they jiggle in time with your bounces on him. Your plump lips parted and your eyes screwed shut behind your foggy lenses.

You've never looked hotter than in this moment.

All your hazy mind can come up with is Wonwoo, Wonwoo, Wonwoo. Your orgasm draws nearer but, you can already feel the burn stinging your thighs. You whine out in frustration, clutching at him even tighter as your walls spasm around him. Wetness leaking down his cock onto his heavy balls.

"Need help?" He pants, looking up at you with such genuine concern and unyielding patience that you think you might just fall in love with him all over again right now. You nod pathetically, "'M sorry. I know it's your birthday-"

"Shh, none of that," he interrupts, pressing a featherlight kiss to your cheek, "You've made today more than special. Thank you."

Before you can blink, you find yourself rolled onto your back with your devilishly handsome boyfriend hovering over you. He somehow looks even more attractive from this angle. His sweaty bangs hang in the space between you as he smiles down at you, "I can't think of a better way to celebrate my birthday than taking care of my favourite girl."

Your heart hammers in your chest and you soften at his words. "Won-" it's your turn for your words to be swallowed by a strangled moan when he drags himself out of you until his tip is the only part of his cock still inside of you before snapping his hips into you.

"My pretty baby," moans into your ear, his hands burning into your skin where they press your thighs into your chest, "looking so beautiful being fucked on my cock." All you can do is claw at his muscular back as he fucks you dumb on his length, "you'll take it all like a good girl, yeah?" He pants against your skin.

"Wonwoo," you cry out when one of his hands slots itself between your overheated bodies, rubbing fast circles into your swollen clit.

"Yes, plea-please. I'll take it all, please. I'm your good g-girl," you hiccup when he angles one of your legs higher to somehow sink deeper into you while he draws watery sounds of pleasure from you with his fingers.

"Then be good and cum for me. Want to watch you cum on my dick. Want to feel it," he slurs into your ear. His voice and words and fingers and cock and just everything that is him shoving you over the edge.

"Wonwoo," you whimper out, arching into him and keeping him as close to you as humanly possible. Your ankles locking behind his back and your fingernails raking his skin. Eager walls milking him while he fucks you through your orgasm.

"Shit," he gasps, his pace faltering, "Fuck. Fuck you feel amazing, baby. Fuck, I'm gonna cum."

"Please. I want it, please please please."

His hips are flush against you when his release rolls over him. He slams his lips against yours, moaning into you while his hips jerk into you. His cock pulsing inside of you and his warm cum painting your walls. You can't help the way your pussy grips him tighter, he's always just so gorgeous when he allows himself to lose his composure.

"Thank you," he says sleepily, toying with your hair and nuzzling into you.

"What're you thanking me for?"

"A pretty great birthday gift."

A laugh bubbles out of you, "We have sex all of the time, Wonwoo."

"True but, you haven't let me fuck you while you wear your glasses. 'Is was really fucking hot. We should do this more often," he says, smiling into your shoulder.

"The fogginess is a little annoying but, sure," you muse, tracing patterns on his back, "you look really hot too for the record."

AN: Happy Wonwoo Day!!! I don't know if I'll make it a habit to post on everyone I write for's birthday, but this was already pretty high up there in my drafts, so I thought why not.

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[starcrossedxwriter]

Built for Love Interlude Chapter (MBJ x Famous Black OC)

A/N: Ummmmmm ok so this is thanks to @lynaye1993! lol I had this half written and then her comment on chapter 7 encouraged me to finish it. Timeline wise, this fits between chapter 6 and chapter 7 so you should read 6 first. This is really just smut lol

Warnings: NSWF. Some mentions to history with abuse - nothing super explicit but definitely touches on abuse as it relates to sex. But then it's just a lot of sex talk and smut.

Charlotte’s giggles filled her apartment as she and Michael lounged on the floor by her couch, using their spoons to fight for a scoop of cookie dough ice cream. The carton was full as they ate directly from it but they each just wanted the biggest chunks for themselves. 

“I think the counter is my favorite spot,” Charlotte offered, continuing their conversation as Michael wrapped his arm around her, holding her flush to his chest. 

Their limbs were a tangled mess as they relaxed, sequestered from the world in Charlotte’s apartment. She was scantily clad in nothing but a lingerie set she had bought for Michael, while he was in nothing but his boxers. 

Since they started having sex the week prior, Charlotte was trying to think of ways to push herself out of her comfort zone where sex was concerned. The lingerie was, admittedly, a small step to some but huge for a woman who never saw herself as sexy. But when she opened the door for Michael in that outfit, any insecurities she had melted away with one look. He had looked like he wanted to completely ravish her… and he did.

“Yea, definitely gonna have you bent over that a few more times tonight,” he remarked, kissing the dip in her shoulder as he recalled when he fucked her from behind in her kitchen 20 minutes earlier. 

He hoped their ice cream break was merely an energy refuel though he could tell she was content laying there with him. And so was he. 

“Has fucking from the back always been your favorite?”

Michael raised an eyebrow, shocked that she picked up on that. It was true but they did not really talk about sex, their fantasies, likes, dislikes. She always skirted around the topic and he never wanted to push. He knew it was a big step just to be intimate with someone again. But he knew one day, her comfort with him and the topic would increase. 

“How’d you figure that?” 

She shrugged, her head lulling back, Michael stroking her loose curls as her eyes looked to the ceiling. 

“I dunno. It just seems like you really get into it. You’re a bit more aggressive, the strokes are faster and rougher. It just feels like you get lost in it in a different way?” 

His honey bee was certainly perceptive. However, hearing her words, aggressive and rough, hung in his ears. Her tone was one of curiosity, not a hint of anger or fear in them as she said it. But still, he had to ask. “Does that hurt or bother you?” 

She smiled at his thoughtfulness, the protective aura that surrounded her immediately. “No, no. I would’ve said so if it did. I like it… which kinda surprises me, I guess. It’s just an observation.” 

He nodded. “Yea I guess it’s my favorite. Though I prefer positions that let me look at you while you cum. I like to see your face when I fuck you.” Charlotte could not help but blush at his words. “I think I know what your favorite thing is,” he kissed her neck softly. 

She rolled her eyes at his cockiness and turned to look at him, a nonverbal challenge in her eyes to see if he truly knew the answer. “Oh yea?” 

“My head between your legs.” 

This nigga, she thought to herself. He did not tell a single lie. His mouth… his skills? Otherworldly. However, their banter would not allow her to admit he was right.

“I think you want it to be my favorite so you can do it more,” she teased. She did love it but she still did not have the courage to request it. It was a mental block more than anything so Michael took it upon himself every time they had sex to please her orally. Another thing she knew she needed to work on, communicating what she wanted in the bedroom. 

“You might be right about that. I still can’t believe I was the first guy to get a taste of you. I feel special, not gon lie. But that’s insane to me. How’s it possible that a nigga is near you and don’t want a taste?” 

She merely shrugged. She had not really thought much about how odd it was. It had just always been her reality. It would be less odd if she was a virgin, she supposed. But since she had sex before, she could see why it seemed insane to him and her friends. Jazz was clear that she did not let a nigga fuck who wasn’t willing to give her what she needed first. Charlotte wished she had that confidence, that self-assured attitude and ownership of your individual pleasure. Charlotte wanted to be that. But she worried it was too late, her current state too hard to cleave from. 

“I’ve only had sex with two guys, including you. And you are just the first guy to actually care if I got anything out of the experience. You know, if it was fun and pleasurable for me. I imagine there’s a lot of shit I haven’t done yet.”

“You were with him for years and he never cared if you enjoyed it?” 

She turned over to face him, shifting so she was sitting on his lap instead of between her legs. There was something about wanting to look in his eyes when she told him things about her past. It somehow made it both easier and harder at the same time. Something in his eyes made vulnerability easier but she could not deny she was still afraid the next bit of information would send him running. She provided a slow trickle of information, tidbits here or there for him to put the distressing puzzle together himself. But nothing had made him run for the hills just yet, so she had to trust that this would not either.

“Sex with him… wasn’t like what it is between the two of us. It wasn’t intimate o-or fun or playful. I w-was just a body and he did what he liked, when he liked, with little regard for me, the word ‘no’ and whether it was what I wanted too.” She paused. “It took a lot of therapy for me to realize that, for him, sex was just about reminding me that I was powerless and he wasn’t.”

She noticed how rage flickered across his face at her carefully chosen words, the implication in them even though she did not explicitly say it. The lack of consent, the lack of care for her body and her needs. She wondered if she should have told him before they had sex the first time, about how much of her sexual history was tied to violence and abuse. But she did not want him to treat her with gloves like she was a fragile thing or no longer be sexually attracted to her. But she also knew, as her best friend and sister in law told her, sex was about communication too. And their sex life could not flourish without it. 

“Before you, I didn’t know it could be like this? Didn’t know it could make me feel this good or alive.” She took a deep breath before adding, a secret only her closest friends just found out. “I didn’t even know I could orgasm till you.” 

Everything she said broke his heart. He knew she did not want a response to the earlier revelations because she would take it as pity or sympathy and she never wanted that. She never wanted him to feel sorry for her. But he was sorry, sorry that she spent so much time in the arms of a boy who treated her so cruelly. He had guessed that their sex life was not great but he had not expected this. The only thing he could reasonably comment on, that also didn’t showcase the true extent of his unholy, burning rage at her ex, was her last statement. 

“Wait. Our first time was the first time you’ve had an orgasm? In your life?” 

She covered her face immediately, which he gently used one of his hands to pry away so he could look at her. “Don’t look at me like that. It’s embarrassing to be this old and have never done all this shit. I probably am the most inexperienced woman you’ve ever been with.”

“It’s not embarrassing, Els. You got plenty of time to have every experience you’ve ever wanted to have. You wanna try something new, name it and we’ll do it. I don’t give a fuck about your experience. No one else compares to you for me. And as we add to your list of firsts, it’ll only get better.” 

She nodded, kissing him softly. 

“J-just now that you know… don’t hold back with me o-or treat me like a fragile flower. I know his actions aren’t yours. A-and when I’m with you, I don’t want you to be restrained… I want you to be you and I want all of you every single time.” 

“As long as you promise to say so if you don’t like something in the moment. I don’t ever want to hurt or trigger you and you not tell me.” 

“Deal.”

The conversation settled, the pair continuing their ice cream binge when Michael spoke up again, one shocking fact still bouncing in his mind. 

“Ok seriously tho, that can’t be your first orgasm. First one with someone, sure. But what about when you… you know, play with yourself?” 

Charlotte’s nose wrinkled up as she shook her head. She tried once or twice a long time ago but whether it be her insecurities or other mental blocks, she just could not get herself there. 

“I don’t… really do that. I mean, I’ve tried but I j-just can’t really get into it.” 

“What do you do to take the edge off?” 

She shrugged, “Add an extra mile to my run.” He immediately doubled over in laughter, her response was a ‘Charlotte response’ to a t if he had ever heard one. “Don’t laugh at me,” she chuckled. “I dunno. It felt weird to do it when I was with someone and when I was single, I just didn’t have much of an interest until I met you. A-and I dunno, by then it felt like I'd miss the self exploration boat. Running and a cold shower worked just fine. Unpleasant but effective.” 

He didn’t respond, the wheels in his mind already turning as his fingers caressed her stomach. They rolled over one large scar she had before continuing up to her the swell of her breasts, Charlotte moaning lightly at the touch. 

Michael patted her thigh, signaling for her to get up for a second. He took their ice cream and slipped it in the freezer and their dirty dishes into the sink before taking her hand and leading her to the bedroom. 

Charlotte followed without a word, lust already coursing through her. For just having rediscovered her libido, it had certainly skyrocketed.

“Strip for me and lay on the bed, baby.” 

Charlotte made quick work of discarding what little clothes she had on before settling on her bed. She could feel the laser focus of his eyes on her ass as she got onto the bed and got comfortable. She expected him to climb between her legs as he always did. But instead, he sat there and watched her for a moment before giving her the next instruction. 

“Close your eyes. You trust me?” 

She nodded as she closed her eyes. She felt  the dip in the bed from his body weight, felt him hover over her as he braced himself above her. His breath tickled her skin as he kissed the sensitive spot on her neck, Charlotte craning her head to give him more room. He sucked on her ear before whispering to her. 

“Play with yourself.” 

Charlotte’s eyes flew open in surprise. Whatever she thought he was going to say, it was most certainly not that. “B-Babe. I just told you I can’t do that… especially not with you here.” 

“Relax… just try it. I’m gonna help you, don’t worry. Just close your eyes, concentrate on my hands, and when you’re ready, touch yourself. Part of me pleasing you is you knowing what you like. And this is one way for you to figure out what you like.” He started a trail of kisses down from her neck to her chest. “Just relax and lean into it. It’s not a trial,” he laughed. “Have fun. If nothing happens, it’s just me here and I’ll happily take over,” he reminded her. 

Fun… she thought to herself. That’s what this was supposed to be. She nodded and leaned back, her eyes lulling closed as she felt Michael’s hands all over her. 

Her hands drifted down to her center, her first touch against her clit was tentative but she could not deny the shivers it sent through her. She let out a breathy moan before doing it again. 

“That’s it, baby,” Michael whispered in his ear, his hands stimulating every part of her he could reach. It was torture to not give in to his own desires. He’d much rather it be his fingers or his tongue creating those breathy moans he loved so much but there was something uniquely intimate about watching her pleasure herself. This moment was about her. This was her stage and he was a mere spectator to her art. 

“How does it feel, baby?” He asked before he captured one of her nipples in his mouth. His tongue rolled and sucked on it as she rubbed small circles on her clit. She focused on how every stroke felt, adding pressure as she could feel her pleasure building. But not just her own touches, she also tried to focus on his, the spots she liked the most, the things that did not send those sparks to her center. 

“F-feels… a-amazing,” she moaned, her mind in a whole other world as she felt his hands all over her. She found it difficult to focus on the task at hand as she almost felt overstimulated. She wanted to savor the feeling of his calloused hands gripping her ass, the soft nips to her breasts, the massages to her inner thighs. He licked, touched, and sucked every pleasure point that was not her core, leaving her promised land and mountain peak for her to find.

“You are so sexy… I wish you could see how fuckin’ sexy you look touching yourself. I love watching you… love the faces you make, the sounds you make.” 

Michael’s praise and adoration only spurred her on. He wanted her to go slow, take her time but she was in a frenzy, a fog of pleasure and need that she desperately wanted to release. 

“What’re you thinking about, baby?” He asked quietly. 

She opened her eyes to look at him, his eyes clouded with lust and desire. She knew exactly what she was thinking of. 

“You,” she answered simply. “H-How I love the w-way y-you fuck me. H-how…” her words were broken up by a loud moan as he bit the inside of her thigh softly. “H-H-How I-I need you inside me.” 

Michael’s lips curled up into a soft smile as he continued his work. He watched as hers increased, her hips rolling slightly from the pleasure she provided herself. 

“And you will, baby. Make yourself cum and I’ll fuck you as long as you want, however you want.” 

Charlotte could’ve sobbed at the promise of him filling her, it only spurred her on more. This was cloud 9 but nothing compared to his touch, his curved member hitting her g-spot with every stroke. That was nothing short of nirvana. 

Michael felt himself grow hard as he listened to her symphony of moans and groans. It was true music to his ears, he loved every sound she made. If this could be the soundtrack to his life, he would consider himself blessed. 

“I-I’m c-close,” she moaned. She could not even hear the praise Michael showered her. She was too enthralled in her self-pleasure, too wrapped up in the feeling her fingers provided. Her actions turned feverish as she hit the crescendo of her pleasure, her entire body seizing slightly, toes curled and a breathless scream escaped her. 

Michael continued touching her, kissing her and whispering sweet nothings to her as she came and settled down. Her hips jolted slightly as he accidentally brushed against her clit, her body too sensitive from her orgasm. 

“That’s my girl. Cum for me, Els. You’re so fuckin’ beautiful when you cum.” 

By the time she could register his voice again, one hand was pressed into her chest as she tried to catch her breath. Michael rolled off of her, deciding to give her a moment to calm down even as his only wish was to fuck her senseless. 

“W-when did it c-cross your mind to do that?” She whispered, her voice slightly hoarse from all their late night activities. 

He laughed, rubbing her inner thigh, which made her flinch away from him slightly, still overwhelmed from her orgasm. 

“The moment you said you don’t touch yourself.”

“Got anymore thoughts like that running around up there?” She asked jokingly. 

“Oh if I did everything that crossed my mind to you,” his fingers dipped into her core, her hips lifting off the bed to meet his strokes before he took them out and sucked her juices off his finger. “We’d never leave the bedroom, baby girl.” 

Her hand ran through her hair as she glanced at him and she laughed lightly. “I don’t hate the sound of that. But that was certainly one way to get me out of my comfort zone.” 

“And for you to start taking control,” Michael revealed his ulterior motive. Don’t mistake him, he knew it would be erotic and sexy as fuck to see her pleasure herself. But he also hoped it would give her some ideas on what she liked, what she didn’t, and help her become more comfortable. “You aren’t a body for me to use, Els. It’s not all about me. Your pleasure is just as important. I’ll make you cum every chance I have but don’t be afraid to demand what you want either. Got it?” 

She nodded. “Thank you. You’re gonna have collected all my firsts by the time you’re done with me,” she joked. 

“I don’t think I’ll be done with you anytime soon. Tryin’ to be the first and the last, baby girl.” His lips met hers, a hungry kiss passing through both of them. One that renewed the beast of desire in Charlotte’s belly. 

She used her strength to flip Michael over onto his back, smirking at the surprised look on his face as she did exactly what he encouraged: she took control. 

She slid down on his dick, savoring the moan that escaped his lips as she pulsed around him. Michael kept his hands on her hips but allowed her to control her pace. Tonight was all about her. 

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[rookieleonskennedy]

saccharine

Cross-posted on ao3 (:

I imagine RE4R!leon x fem reader but imagine whichever Leon your heart desires!

tags: no warnings, no y/n, pure fluff, Leon needed a nap so I made him take one (:

Description: “Can we take a nap together?” He asked, a faint blush rushing to his cheeks at the query. “I haven’t been sleeping well without you next to me, and I’m exhausted.”

Enjoy!

Leon had just returned from a long and grueling mission, coming home and dropping his heavy duffle bags inside the entryway of your home with a huff. “Honey, I’m home!” He called out to you in jest.

You were in the bedroom reading a novel, but quickly dropped it onto the floor and scrambled to your feet upon hearing his return. Leon chuckled as he heard you excitedly shuffling in the bedroom, followed by the quick pitter-patter of your bare feet on the wooden floor as you made your way to him.

“Lee! ” You squealed, running toward him with your arms outstretched. He matched your pose with a wide grin, his hands dropping down to your waist as you jumped into his embrace. Your arms wrapped around his neck, your legs wrapped around his waist, and your nose buried itself into his shoulder. He laughed gleefully as he spun the two of you in a circle, his strong arms ensuring you remained clinging to him.

“Hey, sweet girl.” Leon sighed contently into your hair, pressing a kiss into your crown. “Missed you.” He whispered, squeezing you tightly as he began carrying you back to the bedroom.

You removed your face from his neck to smile up at him lovingly, “Missed you too, handsome.” You placed a sweet kiss on his lips, your eyes fluttering shut. Leon smiled into it, placing another, chaste, kiss on your lips once you parted.

“Can we take a nap together?” He asked, a faint blush rushing to his cheeks at the query. “I haven’t been sleeping well without you next to me, and I’m exhausted.” You beamed at him, heart swelling at the sweet request falling from his lips.

“Of course, we can, Lee. I would love nothing more.” Your hands untangled themselves from behind his neck to cup his face gently. “Take me to bed, dear knight!” His face flushed further at the innuendo held within your words, and he laughed at your new nickname for him.

“As you wish, little princess!” You giggled at his returned teasing, Leon finally bringing you into the bedroom. He tossed you softly onto the bed, and you squealed at the short-lived airborne feeling it brought to your stomach.

Leon stood beside the bed, staring at you with awe and wonder inside his baby blues. You were wearing one of his old t-shirts as a dress, the cotton material worn soft and thin with age. It was several sizes too large for you, swallowing your frame. Your hair had spread out around your head like a halo, making your features look angelic and otherworldly in Leon’s eyes. Your face heated beneath his intense gaze, your hands pulling at the shirt nervously.

“What?” You asked softly, too timid to meet his gaze. His hand reached beneath your chin, the leather of his fingerless gloves soft against your skin. He angled your face to his and leaned down to press a languid kiss onto your mouth.

“Just admiring the view.” He admitted, stepping back with a coy smile. “I’m a lucky man.” He continued, walking into the closet to change out of his mission clothes. You preened under his affection, never knowing how to take a compliment from the most handsome man you’ve ever known.

“If anyone’s lucky it’s me,” You said petulantly in his direction, watching him change out of his shirt from your position on the bed. You felt a rush of heat run through your body at the sight of his muscular form and looked away before your libido could get any ideas. “I’m way out of my league here.”

You heard him scoff behind you, and he walked out of the closet wearing nothing but a clean pair of boxers. Your eyes scanned him, noting a few cuts and bruises that marred the porcelain skin of his torso. No doubt gifts from the B.O.W.s he had encountered on his mission.

He leveled a disappointed glare at you as he joined you on the bed, and pulled the covers over you both. You snuggled into his chest, his strong arms wrapping themselves around you. “How many times do I have to tell you that isn’t true?” He asked, placing a kiss to your forehead.

You hummed, one of your fingers tracing nonsensical patterns onto his pecs. “How many times do I have to tell you that you deserve to be taken care of?” You retort, and he looks away from your face with a grumble.

“Touché.”

You giggled at his defeated tone, placing a peck to the hollow of his throat. “Seems we both have our faults.” You told him.

Your hands moved up to cup his face, and his hands settled upon the swell of your rear. You both gazed into the other’s eyes lovingly, simply content to bask in your combined presence after spending such a long time apart.

“I’ve missed this.” You whispered, scratching Leon’s scalp gently.

He leaned into your touch, the feeling of your hands in his hair soothing him. “I missed it too.” He whispered back.

“I love you.” You added, smiling.

“I love you too.” He beamed back.

You then both leaned in, lips meeting tenderly in the middle. The kiss was syrupy, slow, and saccharine. Leon’s mouth against yours was as soft as velvet, the touch of your lips making you feel as if your skin would glow. Not red-hot, like the sun, but rather, silver, like the pale gleam of the moon.

You sighed into the kiss contently, your mouth opening up slightly. Leon took this as a chance to slip his tongue past your lips, the slick muscle reacquainting itself with yours after so many nights apart. Your tongues danced together, not fighting for dominance, but instead working together to create a mutual and pleasurable sensation that reverberated throughout each of your bodies.

One of Leon’s hands had slid its way up your back and onto your head, cradling it reverently. Yours continued to rest tangled in his hair, softly tugging at it. He whimpered into the kiss, pressing his forehead against yours as he slowly extracted his lips from you. Your pupils dilated when you opened your eyes and saw the small trail of spit that had still connected him to you.

“If we keep that up we’re never going to get to sleep.” He whined, pressing one more quick kiss upon your mouth. “And I really want to sleep with you in my arms.”

You laughed softly at his confession, your eyes meeting his. “Okay, Lee. We can continue after our nap.” You waggled your eyebrows suggestively at him and he huffed before pulling you snugly against him.

“I’ll hold you to that.” He said into your hair, his body relaxing once he had you as close as you could be.

Your eyes drifted shut upon hearing his heartbeat beneath your ear, the steady thump thump reassuring, lulling you into a state of languor. Both of your breathing began to slow, each of you drifting off into the most peaceful sleep that you’d had in weeks.

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[blackroseguzzi]

Otherworldly : Part 3

Summery: Sex. Love. And pinky power.

Warnings: So much sex, wow, I felt naughty writing this 😈, language, sexy stuff, and Kai (he’ll always be a red flag Id gladly ignore)

I really hope you late night Kai smut lovers enjoy this one!

You loved to stay up late. The mixture of Adderall and energy drinks throughout the day gave you the perfect most exhilarating high at around 130am. Kai had gotten you addicted a few months back, and you had no idea how you ever lived without the little blue pills. They were tantalizing, just as he was.

Tonight, you stayed in the basement while Kai was out with Meadow. It didn’t bother you that he was out fucking another woman, you knew he was doing it to make the world a safer place. Kai was the cult’s charismatic leader who provided his followers with acceptance, and security. For poor little Meadow, she needed a good fucking to think she was important. You felt sad for her in a way. She married a man who was clearly attracted to the opposite sex, and she had a mountain of debt from her time off work due to a bout with skin cancer. You didn’t know her well just that she was a fantastic artist, and she was head over heels for your Kai Anderson- her Devine ruler. Yes, Kai was a leader to her, but you were the one leading him towards her pussy. He protested your request at first, saying that your body was the only temple he wanted to worship. You told him that Meadow wasn’t going to give her life for someone who just patted her on the back when she did a good job, and he had nodded slowly when it clicked. Meadow needed that good old dose of Oxytocin, and if Kai gave that to her she was the perfect person to lie down her life for him- she was a commitment kind of girl. It was depressing really, but also extremely arousing to you that a female could be so pledged after quick sex with your man.You couldn’t help but smile to yourself at the thought of Kai making another woman orgasm. You wanted to reach into your sweatpants as you thought about it, but you knew you’d just have to wait for Kai to get home from his mission to please you.

It was around 3am when Kai walked into his quiet home. He slowly took off his jacket and hung it on the rack next to yours. He massaged his neck with his hands and closed his eyes for a moment. He was sore from the workout with Harrison yesterday, and now having Meadow hanging off of it while he fucked her had really done a number on him. He had just wanted to get home to you.

He quietly made his way to the basement, he opened the door and descended leisurely down the steps. The light next to your shared bed was on, and he smirked as he saw your naked body curled in the sheets, your hand still on the ‘Warfare between Science & Religion’ book you had been reading. Kai unbuttoned his black shirt and shrugged it off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor, then did the same to his pants and boxers. He gently slid beside you under the covers. You felt so warm like the morning sun shining against him. His heart did a little funny jump every time he laid eyes on you after being apart for some time. He hoped you knew that everything he ever did was for the two of you to live in ultimate peace. He wanted to watch you swell with his seed one day- and be the one to help you birth his messiah. He knew you’d be the mother of all mothers. He knew that he’d want at least 4 children with you, maybe 5 if you were up to it. If he could have it his way, he would have all boys- making sure they would all grow to protect their utterly impeccable giver of life.

Kai watched your eyes flutter open, your dark pupils adjusted to the light. When you saw Kai there, wrapped around you naked, you snuck him a sweet smile and he immediately felt his penis build a tent in the sheets.

“I was so lost without you here with me,” You kissed his lips and he moaned in delight at the taste of your honey kiss.

“Well, I found you.” He slithered closer to you and pressed his lips feverishly onto yours.

“I see you need a polite request for my time?” You laughed. When Kai would come home from his short trips with Meadow- he would devour you in some way. It was like he was banking memories of your sex life to remember in times he needed them to block the fact he was with another woman. You never asked him about what they did in bed, but you sure as hell wanted him to know that whatever she had to offer was never going to come within millimeters of what you had to give. Nobody could search your soul the way Kai could, and you knew that he felt the same way.

“There is nothing polite about what I’m going to do with you my sweet Tesoro.” He moved his body so that he was now positioned on top of your naked body. The way that your bodies felt against each other was magnetic. Kai kneed your legs apart and you felt his dick touch your wet pussy.

“You’re always soaked for me,” Kai whispered against your lips. You let him slip himself into you and you bit his lip and dug your fingernails into his back enough that he started pounding faster inside you.

“I want to hear your heart beat, baby.” Your words hit him like a wave, and he slowed his hips. His moves were deliberate, and soft. He could feel your fingertips drawing what felt like perfect love notes over his shoulders and back. Kai lifted himself from you enough that he could stare into your eyes. It was like looking into the gates of heaven mixed with the most beautiful sea of every happy memory he ever had with you. With every thrust into you he felt his head grow lighter and your wet vagina swallowed him up in existential bliss.

“I love you,” Kai kisses your forehead and you moaned in response. Kai watched as your sweet face turned dark. You grabbed a handful of hair on the side of Kai’s head, pulling him down beside you. He watched as you slithered your body on top of him, he opened his mouth to direct you but you pressed a slender finger to his lips. You could feel his smile underneath it and it turned you to mush knowing how much he loved when you didn’t play nice.

“Don’t say a word, just make love to me,” You hissed. You slid your body onto him and rocked your hips against him.

“You feel so fucking goo-.” SMACK. You palm made a noise as it connected with his face. You had just slapped him. Kai brought his hand up to his red cheek. It stung, but he felt like he was on the verge of cumming at the same time. He let out a chuckle and looked to you with both lust a surprise.

“I said not to talk.”

Kai relaxed and watched your body in the warm light. Your curves perfectly shaped and skin like safari desert sand. He watched a bead of sweat slowly drip in between your plump breasts and down your torso. He watched as you grabbed his hands, placing them on your hips. He was biting his lip so hard he thought he tasted a bit of blood. God, you moved so perfectly on him and he knew that his orgasm was going to send his soul outside his body. Hw grabbed your hips until he was sure he made marks.

“I need you to fuck me on the table.” Kai watched you pull yourself from his sweaty warm cock and you took his hand in yours and you both slipped out of the sticky sheets towards the table in the basement.

“I think I’m addicted to you,” Your words swarmed his ears and he grabbed you and placed your naked body onto the long table. He climbed on top of it as well, and spread your legs yet again. He took his fingers and stuffed them into your entrance and you let out the most erotic noises Kai had ever heard. He had watched a lot of porn in his days, but he never heard sounds quite like the ones you could make.

“Please Kai, I need you inside of me,” You pleaded as he stroke your clit with his wet fingers.

“Tell me something you’d never tell anyone else?” Kai laid himself upon you once again and his dark eyes burned into you. You felt your body go weak, and you slowly linked pinkies with Kai.

“Nobody has ever…ever loved me…until I met you.” He held your linked pinky to his chest while he bent down to kiss you once more-his tongue touring the inside of your mouth. God, he would pay rent to have his tongue just live in there. He never got bored of the way you tasted.

“Tell me something you’re afraid of.” He whispered in your ear as your orgasm grew closer and closer with each deep slow plunge inside you.

“Vulnerability,” you chocked out as his last forceful jolt sent your orgasm explode from within you. Your whole body was sent into a tingling galaxy of euphoria. 
Kai slowed as your body relaxed, the high dying down.

Kai got up, running his hands up and down your thighs before pulling you up from your lying position on the table.

“I’m always going to be here to protect you from all your fears little lamb.” Kai grabbed your body, pulling you to the edge of the table. He places himself inside you once again, this time you were extremely sensitive from your orgasm. He delicately moves inside of you, careful not to overstimulate you. He brushes the hair behind your ears and plants kisses all over your face.

He was the only person in the world to ever love you. He was the only one to ever make you feel like you were someone worth loving.

“I love you too,” You finally whispered your response into his ear as he stroked the small of your back with his thumb as he gently moved back and forth.

The words always seemed to make him explode instantly. You could feel his cum disseminate inside of your womb.

You both sat breathless and sweaty before pulling your bodies apart. You slipped off the table and felt tears fill your eyes. Your childhood was so foul, and so had your whole life honestly. Until you had met Kai.

You snuck back to bed, sitting on the edge, waiting for Kai to join in postcoital cuddling.

Kai walked over to you, sitting naked next to you on the bed. He turned you towards him and held out his pinky.

You instantly linked yours with his. Kai sighed happily. He always felt more whole when he was connected to you in some way.

“Ask me anything you want,” Kai proposed. He never stopped eye contact. You licked your lips in thought. You felt like you already knew as much as you needed to, but you decided to ask not what he feared, but what motived him instead.

“What is the purpose of your life?” You narrowed your eyes at Kai, waiting to hear his response. He broke into a wide smile and looked off in the distance as if replaying memories in his head.

He squeezed your pinky with his and then leaned in so his cute freckled nose was almost touching yours. His eyes again- fiery and intensely locked with yours. He had to speak nothing but the truth when you had your pinkies linked. He opened his mouth and gave you his one word response in a low sexy whisper.

“You.”

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[wilbursprincess]

Vampirebur smut fic,,, He loves to mark territory with bites and suckers, In addition to the fact that he feeds lightly on his partner during sex, I have no proof but no doubt either

~🧭

“You’re On Your Period?”

Vampirebur x Female Reader

Warnings: Lots of mentions of blood, biting, temperature play (if you squint???), oral sex (F receiving), masturbation

Honestly, is this gross? Yes. Is this cliche? Yes. But do I love it? Yes. Good one, 🧭 anon. Good one.

Please please please skip this if you don’t like blood! It’s kind of off-putting unless you’re really into this stuff lol.

Fic below cut!

I sigh happily, nestling into my boyfriend’s side. True, dating a vampire was a little weird. It took time to get used to his pale, grey-tinged skin, and him never sleeping… and the biting. The biting was new, yet oh-so-welcome.

Wilbur sniffs, eyes widening. “Baby? Are you on your period?”

“The last time I checked, no,” I reply, snuggling closer to him. “Why?”

“I can smell blood,” he murmurs, rolling me off him and peering between my thighs. “Oh, fuck yes,” he whispers, rubbing his face against my clothed pussy. “You’ve bled all over your panties.”

I sit up, peering down to see he’s right. “Shit,” I groan, starting to get out of bed when he stops me. “What are you doing?”

“Please let me eat you out,” he says, red eyes pleading with me from between my legs. “Please, sweetheart. I’ll make you feel so good, I promise.”

“I mean, if you really want t-“

Before I can react, Wilbur whips off my panties, swirling his tongue around my clit, sucking on it lightly.

“So good,” he murmurs against me, fumbling to pull his pants and boxers off. I watch, practically open-mouthed, as he wraps my panties around his cock, stroking himself with them.

Ok, forget dating a vampire being a little weird. This has gotten much weirder. But why am I… enjoying this?

He’s never been this enthusiastic about eating me out, flicking his tongue and licking wherever he can reach. He pushes his tongue inside me, as far as he can reach, making me gasp and tug his hair.

My head’s going fuzzy from the pleasure radiating out, feeling Wilbur’s teeth sinking into my inner thighs and sucking marks alongside them. His hands are pale and cold, two fingers slipping inside me to add to the pleasure. The cold against the heat inside me is otherworldly, the mix of temperatures making me buck my hips up and try and ride his long, icy fingers.

The sight of my boyfriend’s face covered in blood isn’t even off putting anymore, ghostly pallor offset by the crimson dripping down his chin. Wilbur’s still getting himself off with my blood-soaked panties, his groans and soft moans making me throb.

He laps up the blood dripping down my thighs, both from his bites and my period, sighing in pleasure as he sinks his teeth in again. I look a bit like I’ve sat on a cheese grater, but there’s no way I want this to stop.

“You taste so good,” Wilbur says, voice muffled by my thighs. “I’ve never tasted blood like yours before.”

The combination of his tongue on my clit, fingers curled inside me, and watching him jerking off finally hits me, and I scream out his name, bucking my hips into his face as I hit my climax. Wilbur just takes it, softly licking me through my high.

I’m too exhausted from our activities to react as he stands up in front of me, spilling sticky white all over my stomach as he sighs in pleasure.

“I didn’t think you were into blood that much,” I murmur sleepily. “Can you throw me that towel?”

Wilbur shakes his head, wiping off my stomach with his discarded shirt and opting to clean up my bloody thighs with his tongue instead.

“How long do your periods last?” He asks between gentle licks.

“About a week,” I respond sleepily. “Why?”

“Can we do this for the next week, then?” I can’t help but smile at Wilbur’s excited face. “Please?”

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