#time to lift a heavy container and fuck up my spine more

[thedisablednaturalist]

And my mom is acting pissy and telling me I need to move stuff out of the hallway (she only cleans when shes stressed about someone coming over and she makes it everyone's problem even though 90% of the dirt and hair and dust is from HER dogs) so this will probably all bite me in the ass soon :)

#wrenfea.vent #time to lift a heavy container and fuck up my spine more #because if I ask for help i get guilted! #ahahaaaa....fuck

[writingsbymo-mo]

Break Time

Bonten!Rindou x reader

NSFW 18+ only

Contains: oral, rough oral, slight voyeurism, hair pulling, degradation, pet names (uses doll a lot...)

It's been a long week for Rindou. As his secretary, you want to help him relax for a while. Even he has some ideas for later...

*knock* *knock*

"Rindou, sir, I brought the americano you ordered."

"Come in," you heard him sigh from the other side of the door, opening and shutting it quickly behind you. Rindou sat at his desk, hand resting on his cheek with a bored expression pasted on his face. He grumbled something under his breath, crumpling the papers in his other hand.

Your shoes clacked against the polished floors, setting his drink in front of him. He lifted his head, grabbing the coffee and taking a few gulps, slamming it down with a heavy sigh. "Shit..." He kicks the floor, pushing himself back in his chair as he runs his hands through his dyed hair.

The tension in the room grew heavy. You bit your bottom lip, staring at your boss with worry. He hasn't taken a single break this week. Meeting after meeting, gaining more intel on clients and potential traitors along with mountains of paperwork to sort through has taken a toll on him. Even sleep was nothing more than a short thirty minutes at his desk each night as of late.

He needs a break....

A loooong one.....

Your eyes glanced to the stack left, then back to Rindou. They slowly trailed from his rising chest down to his crotch. Warm heat gathered into your cheeks as a shock went down your spine. "Um, sir?" You gulped, taking a few steps towards him. He shifted an arm, having your attention, "what is it doll?" He sighed, keeping his eye on you. "Well...," you dropped to your knees right in-between his, "it looks like you could take some time to relax for a bit—"

You squeak as he grabbed your cheeks. His bored expression, now amused, smirking at you. He chuckled, "you know what? You're right doll." He paused, rubbing small circles onto your cheeks, "well, are you going to start or–"

You shook out of your daze. "Yes, yes! Sorry sir," you pleaded. Quickly, your hands undid his pants, reaching into his underwear to pull out his cock, hearing his breath hitch under your touch as you began to stroke him. "Fuck..." Rindou gripped his chair with gritted teeth, staring down at you. His cock grows harder and thicker. Beads of precum leak at the tip, giving it a slow swipe of your tongue, savoring the bitter taste as you watched your boss fall apart bit by bit, picking up the pace.

*knock* *knock*

Fuck...

"Quick, hide under here."

"Shouldn't I get the door?"

"Tsk, don't make me repeat myself."

"Sigh...alright..."

You crawl under his desk as he clears his throat while wiping the bits of sweat off his brow. "Come in."

"Well, well, if it isn't my favorite baby brother!"

Rindou sighs and grumbles, "what is it, Ran? I still have some papers to go through."

Ran closes his eyes for a moment and hums, "a meeting has been announced in an hour—"

"Fuck...," Rindou curses under his breath, gripping his desk.

Ran's brows furrow, "you good?"

"Ahem...yeah, just mmm...tired..."

"If you say so," he shrugs as he turns to walk out. "Oh, and do take care of my brother doll," he winks, closing the door behind him.

You cried out as Rindou yanked your head back with a fist full of hair. "You little slut. Couldn't wait for my brother to leave, hmm?" He pulled harder, snickering in amusement as your scalp stung. "Don't worry, you'll get what you want." He smacked his engorged cock on your lips, smiling. "Say ahh."

You open your mouth as he shoves himself down your throat, pressing your face into his curls. You sputter and gag around him while trying to pull back, but he kept you firmly pressed against him. He wanted you to know who was in control now.

A yank from your hair and you gasped for air, coughing as strings of drool leaked from your mouth to his cock. "You're doing good doll, think you can keep going?" You nodded, letting him push his cock back down your throat.

More tears spilled from your eyes. Rindou couldn't help himself at the sight of you. His thrusts steadily became faster. "Such a pretty slut for me, yeah? Like it when your boss uses you as a personal toy?" You moaned around him as he threw his head back and groaned. "Better be good and ha— take all my cum, yeah?" His hips began to stutter. He pulled you flush against him, groaning your name. Hot spurts of cum drained into your stomach as his cock twitched in your throat. Rindou pulled himself out with a pop. A few strings of cum landing on your chest and face.

You swallowed as much as you could, panting heavily, looking up at your boss's very tired eyes. "Thank you doll, but..." He shuffles into the drawers in his desk and pulls something out. Your eyes widened at the object. "Now, turn around. Let's see how well you can hold up during the meeting with this in you, yeah?"

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers smut #bonten!rindou #bonten!rindou x reader #haitani rindou x reader #rindou haitani x reader #rindou likes to be rough ok i dont make the rules #ran just being ran #someone let him sleep #dont mind me popping works in every like twn months maybe 😅 #tokyo revengers spoilers #haitani rindou #rindou haitani #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo rev smut #tokyorevengers #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev

[yaesnovels]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 | 𝐟𝐰𝐛 ! 𝒂𝒍𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒎 | 3.3k

synopsis ; one simple thing you didn't want to do: fall in love with al-haitham. one hard thing you ended up doing: fall in love with al-haitham.

contains ; fembodied!reader with no pronouns; no mentioned protection; fwb to lovers; mention of creampies; oral 'n fingering (f receiving) petnames (sweetheart, darling), overstimulation; as well as a tiny bit of angst and fluff

with a loud groan from him and a soft moan from you, you focused on the sound of his deep grunts while the both of you tried to calm down from your highs. your eyes were closed, arms around his neck as he was still heavy on top of you, too spent to move a muscle. but you both knew that you had to get the hell out of there before his roommate came back home. 

“you certainly never disappoint”, you mumbled. al-haitham finally pulled out of you and let himself fall on the bed right next to you as he pulled you into his arms, being the big spoon while hugging you — one of the few things you had agreed to never do whenever you fucked, but shortly after discovered that both of you enjoyed this type of after-sex cuddling a lot. 

your eyes fluttered at the feeling of his cum seeping out of you, you never could get enough of this feeling. 

“thank you sweetheart.” he was still sounding really breathless, but much calmer than before. “exactly what i needed today after my professor kept on bugging me about that dumb paper.”

“yeah, i was going to ask if something was up with you. you seemed much rougher and pent up than usual. not that i’m complaining”, you yawned, it took you so much self-control not to just fall asleep in his arms. “what happened? did he dare to criticize your writing style again?”, you giggled, before you yelped when you felt him pinch your nipples as he let out a breathy chuckle. “okay okay, i’m sorry.“ you were laughing, still, and turned around to him, softly stroking his cheek with your thumb. 

“no, this time he just kept refusing my submission today, because apparently, it was due last week, while i am sure it wasn’t until tomorrow. i was trying to hand it i today, yet he refused to accept it because i was late to the submission”, he explained. he slowly started to relax more as he focused on your soft action. 

“now that is unfortunate… i hope you can work it out, though”, you said, lifting your head to capture his soft, slightly chappy lips in a kiss that quickly escalated into a much more rougher make out. it didn’t really take much time until he pulled you on his lap and you were grinding on his cock, both of you once again riled up to the point of needing yet another release. 

“stop teasing”, he groaned when he grabbed your thighs to stop your movements. you couldn’t help the soft giggle escaping your lips when you softly jerked him off a bit before you sank down on him, gasping at the initial stretch. 

“i will never get used to this”, you whined, trying to set a pace riding him. he helped you with your movements with his hands on your hips. you were clenching around him like crazy and it was making him feel things he never thought were possible. 

“you better do, sweetheart because i will only go rougher on you if you keep on squeezing down on me like that”, he groaned, before he had you pinned underneath his body again and instantly started with his deep and hard, yet slow thrusts again. 

he was holding your right hand in yours, his other hand was slowly circling your clit and the eye contact you had for a moment was so intense it made a shiver run down your spine. he was making you feel so weak… 

a particularly hard thrust had your eyes widen up, he was going faster now and desperately chasing his climax while his thumb was circling your clit even faster now. because of your previous orgasm, you were feeling slightly overstimulated and that feeling made you sob out in pleasure, your entire body started twitching and you just couldn’t handle it any longer. you cried out his name, fingers clinging oh, so desperately to his back as your entire body started shaking while your body tried to calm down again. 

the way you were clenching around him made him groan into your ear and moments later he was coming inside of you. it felt so good… 

“haitham?! are you at home?”, someone yelled outside of his room. your eyes widened in shock as you processed the fact that al-haitham’s roommate had just returned home and would most likely find you here naked in the bed if he decided to just go in without knocking. 

“yes, i am”, al-haitham yelled back – how did he even manage to not sound breathless after that intense fuck. “hold on, i’ll come out soon, i just took a shower.” 

you would never understand how he managed to sound so serious and honest, despite being exhausted just as you were. 

you gasped when he pulled out of you and you suddenly felt so empty again, only feeling his cum drip out of your hole. al-haitham quickly took an old clothing that he then decided to use to clean you up with. stupid kaveh, did he really have to come home now? you just wanted one relaxing night with your boy–

not boyfriend. right. 

sometimes you forgot that al-haitham wasn’t your boyfriend – despite him sometimes acting that way. the only connection you had was your stupid little agreement: he would give you his insanely good study notes and he would get a good fuck out of it. despite having clear rules for this entire thing (i.e. no falling in love or anything romantic when you have sex), you both always acted like a stupid couple anyway. 

and it hurt. 

he started making things hard for you for a while now – having this stupidly intense eye contact with you at times, holding your hand while he was letting out his pent-up stress due to being a busy student at the sumeru akademiya. despite agreeing to never do anything people would classify as “romantic” he was doing an awfully lot of it. 

and it was hurting you. a lot. 

as much as you didn’t want to admit it, the way he would care for you after going at multiple rounds in a short time span, made you fall in love with him. keeping up the image of this entire thing being casual was getting tiring for you. 

“i’ll uhh… get going soon. let’s pretend as if we wanted to study together”, you suggested when you quickly put on your clothes and made yourself presentable – looking as if you didn’t just have mind blowing sex. 

al-haitham just hummed as a reply, quickly putting on some comfy clothes before he checked in with you and opened the door. 

“oh, hi y/n! i didn’t know you were here, too!”, kaveh greeted you once he saw you behind al-haitham’s figure. “are you going to study together?”

you nodded with a faked smile, trying to seem as nice as possible. “yeah, haitham just wanted to take a shower and then we both just kept on procrastinating.” 

kaveh laughed. “ah, as expected of you two. never can focus on anything, can you? anyway, i’ll have to leave again anyway, i just came to grab some clothes – i’m staying with my girlfriend tonight, so you have the entire place to yourself. just don’t throw a party without me, yeah?” 

kaveh and you chatted for a bit before he excused himself and left the small studio apartment again. al-haitham and you waited for a few more moments before he was pulling you in close to his body once again. 

“i don’t know what’s going on with me today, but i just can’t get enough of you, sweetheart”, he mumbled when he had your arms pinned against the wall on each side of your head. “you got me addicted to you in a way i never thought was possible.” 

the moment he was kissing you, you just knew this wasn’t just one of those regular kisses you both shared often when making out. or at least it didn‘t feel that ’normal‘ to you. he was kissing you like it would be your last kiss, hips pressing yours against the wall and he was rough, passionate about it. 

you were hoping it meant something more to him. 

”you got me addicted to you in the best way possible.“

there it was. the sting in your heart because he always said that. because he would always say how good you feel against him, how good he felt being inside you, without a deeper meaning. you were imagining things again. he clearly wasn‘t feeling the same. 

right? 

you couldn’t handle this any longer. it was driving you insane. you instantly broke off the kiss, still in a slightly dazed state after that intense kiss. “i… have to go home. i promised nilou to help her practice with her dance”, you mumbled as you pushed him away from your body, grabbed your stuff and left the apartment. 

al-haitham only looked right after you and he was perplexed at why you had just lied to him. 

everyone in the akademiya knew exactly that nilou wasn’t even in sumeru city at the moment; she had been invited to liyue harbor for a collaboration with ms. yunjin. 

the next couple of days were awkward. you barely checked your phone in order to keep yourself from texting al-haitham or seeing whether he had texted you. instead, you buried yourself in your textbooks, trying to catch up with the studying you missed in the last couple of weeks. 

“y/n, are you home?!”

you froze as you registered the voice. that was al-haitham. 

“can we talk? you haven’t been replying to any of my texts and i’m worried.”

“i’m busy”, you yelled back. “we can talk sometime else.”

you knew that avoiding the young student was dumb and he knew you well enough to know that you were lying. however, you weren’t ready for this conversation. 

“cut the bullshit, y/n, you haven’t been to classes for the past week and no one has even really talked to you. i’m worried, please, let’s just talk about what’s going on”, he kept on knocking at your door. the constant knocking started irritating you, you just stood up, walked to the door and opened it to glare at your fellow student. 

“what part of ‘we can talk sometime else’ do you not understand?”, you were beyond frustrated and it wasn’t fair of you to let them all out on him – even if he was the reason for your frustration. “i don’t want to talk to you right now, just… leave me alone.”

al-haitham may lack in understanding of other people, specifically you, but he wasn’t stupid to not notice obvious things. for example, your teary eyes while you were yelling at him. 

“you’re obviously not fine”, he only said before he just waltzed into your apartment and pulling you in with him. he pushed you down on the couch and glared down at you in a very intimidating way and you just froze on your spot, almost unable to even move a muscle. 

al-haitham was quick to find your comfort blanket and gave it to you before he made his way to the kitchen to make you a hot chocolate, knowing it helps most people to relax. 

when he was done, he sat down next to you and pulled you into his embrace – he was hugging you from behind and that was your breaking point. you just started sobbing, turning yourself around and burying your face in his chest. 

“shh, it’s okay. whatever it is, i’ll be here for you, sweetheart”, he mumbled, giving you a soft kiss on your forehead and gently lifting your head up by your chin. he wiped your tears from your cheeks, giving you a soft smile. 

“that is the thing, haitham! i can’t have you help me through this because the reason i am like this right now is you. but you just don’t understand this. i … don’t want us to keep on with this agreement. it’s distracting me too much. just… leave. and don’t ever contact me again”

“no. i am not going to do that because you are clearly not thinking rational. please, tell me what’s going on. if i am the reason that you are doing terrible, i have the right to know what’s going on and try and help you out. did i do something wrong?”

“yes! yes, for fuck’s sake, you did! all those sweet touches, the way you were looking at me, those sweet kisses, everything! they confuse me. they make me think you want to take this all further than just a casual ‘friends with benefits’ crap and i know that we arranged to never cross that line. but … i did. i crossed that line. your stupid actions made me fall for you and i can’t handle these emotions. i can’t handle knowing that the one time i really and truly fall in love with someone, it is unrequited.”

at this point you had cried so much that your vision was slightly blurry. and it caught you by absolute surprise when you suddenly felt him kissing you, desperately. 

“oh, archons, y/n, i wish i knew this before. it could’ve saved us so much time. if i knew, i wouldn’t have hesitated to confess, sweetheart. you have no idea how crazy you make me feel, y/n. you make me feel things i never thought possible and it drives me crazy that all of this could’ve been avoided if i knew how you truly felt about me. truth be told, i am feeling the exact same way about you and i just never could get the confidence together to finally tell you that i… love you.”

you just stared at him in shock. now this was a turn of events. 

“what?”

“you heard me, darling. i’m not really good with all of these emotions so even getting myself to say it once was hard enough for me. but… i love you”, he mumbled. “i would never lie to you, especially about something like this.”

before you could even think of an answer or even process what was going on, he had you pinned down underneath him, peppering sweet kisses over your face and leaning down to kiss you on your sweet lips. 

instantly, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in closer, unable to keep yourself patient any longer. it wasn’t long after and his shirt was already thrown away – neither of you really caring where it even landed. 

when he finally broke off the kiss for a breather, he was looking right into your eyes with that intense gaze you were used to. but now you were able to see the pure adoration in them. it always has been the thoughts of ‘al-haitham has never been in love, why would he even fall for me?’ that made you believe he would just push you away once you told him that you were in love with him. 

but now, you wanted him to look at you in this way all the time. 

“you look so beautiful, sweetheart. all flustered for me”, he whispered before he continued with a trail of sweet kisses all over your neck, collarbones, before he pulled off your shirt and pants. “gotta make you feel good as an apology for making you cry, right? let me eat you out, sweetheart.”

oh. those excuses he always had just to eat you out. he never admitted it to you but he loved it. 

he kissed down your stomach, slowly pulling off your shorts and panties and he leaned down to press a little kiss on your clit before sucking on your sensitive spot. 

you let out a soft moan, your hands gripping strands of his hair. he looked up at you, pausing his sweet ministrations for a moment and looking at you with a dazed gaze – as if tasting you was like his own personal drug. 

you couldn’t help the gasp when you felt him enter a finger as he continued eating you out like you tasted better than any meal in this world. 

you wouldn’t doubt it for a second if he would have really told you that. 

al-haitham let out soft grunts, he kept on talking about how good you tasted and how much he adored your lovely reactions. he let out a chuckle when you snapped at him to stop talking before he just gave your clit one last kiss and left you frustrated. 

“if you really thought i’d make you come like that, you really didn’t get to know me at all, darling”, he mumbled before he lifted you up and carried you to your bedroom, not even struggling in the slightest. 

when he was back on top of you, you got caught up in yet another heavy make out, touching each other’s bodies like it was your first time. you never noticed how much you enjoyed the feeling of his body on yours, it somehow was… relaxing. 

though, what you were doing right now was everything but relaxing. well, it could be if he stopped teasing you for once. 

not too long after, you were already pulling the last remaining clothes off his body and started kissing his neck; a small smile on your lips as you listened to his soft grunts of pleasure  

“i want you so badly”, you mumbled, your eyes widening immediately when you felt him tease your clit again a little before he was slowly sinking into you, groaning in how tight you were around him  

despite occasionally fucking around for a couple of weeks, you were absolutely convinced that you would never get used to his girth – the first stretch was crazy to you  

“oh, you feel so good, sweetheart”, al-haitham moaned, he was so desperate to make you lose your mind and he wasn‘t going to stop until he had you a shaking underneath him  

archons, he had his mind absolutely set on ruining you and he was determined on it  

al-haitham finally started moving his hips, hard, yet slow thrusts and leaned down to press soft kisses on your forehead and then your lips you whined, unable to hold back your reactions to the way he was fucking you.  

you were already so close to coming as he had just brought you close to your first orgasm on the couch.  

your arms were around his neck as he kept up with his pace and your eyes were rolling back in pleasure. "mhm, you're so good for me, sweetheart, just like that", he murmured, slowing down a bit in order to tease you again. that devilish smile on his lips made you roll your eyes again. 

“are you going to fuck me or not now?”, you asked, slightly breathless. “i can go find someone else to fuck me if you-”

you cried out when he suddenly increased his pace again, your body shuddering in pleasure and it didn’t take much longer before you were clenching around him like crazy as you came around him. it took you a moment to calm down again, eyes slightly lidded as you slowly came down from your high again. 

you were so lightheaded for a moment, that you barely even noticed al-haitham pulling out of you and his cum spilling out of you – as usual. “i was just kidding”, you mumbled, absolutely boneless. 

“i know, sweetheart”, he kissed your cheek again before he plopped down next to you, pulling your almost limp body on top of his. “but we’re still not done, darling. i will make you come for me so many times that you will beg me to stop. and you know i am a man of my word.” 

you gulped in anticipation of the sweet torture he was about to give you. you knew he would hold onto that promise. 

and just moments later you let out a choked sob as you felt him lift your body again, aligning his cock with your folds and buried himself inside of you once again.

#. flowers for : alhaitham ! #genshin impact #genshin impact fanfiction #genshin impact fluff #genshin impact angst #genshin impact smut #genshin impact alhaitham #alhaitham #alhaitham smut #alhaitham fanfiction #alhaitham x you #alhaitham x reader

[b1zz13m41d]

CRIMSON TRACES - Day nine

A/N: MY FIRST ENSTARS WORK... I legit had to finish this morning so it’s shorter then my other fics. Also I apologize if it seems rushed towards the end, I was running out of time.

Word Count: 998

Prompt: MARKING

Characters: Rei Sakuma

Contains: MARKING, SLEEPY SEX, THIGH FUCKING, NEEDY REI, BEGGING, BLOOD DRINKING ((Not detailed)).

Rei gently followed the contours of your peaceful form with his finger, captivated by the sound of your gentle breathing as you slumbered deeply. The simple act of sharing a bed with another person was an unfamiliar experience for him, it kept Rei wide awake throughout the night. Amazed at how effortlessly you could relax and sleep in the presence of another human being, unable to fathom the ease with which you embraced such closeness.

He was suppose to be sleeping over but instead here he was now kissing your neck, hearing your breath get deeper the harder he pressed, nipping at your soon to be broken skin. Once you woke up and gave him permission of course.

As your eyelids fluttered open, a mix of confusion and intrigue washed over you, accompanied by a delicate gasp that escaped your lips. You instinctively pressed your body closer to his, in the midst of the hazy realm between dreams and wakefulness.

"Rei," you murmured, your voice a mere breath, still heavy with the remnants of slumber. "What are you doing?"

“Relax, can I?” A gentle reassurance escaped his lips, accompanied by the tender touch of his hands resting firmly on your hips. He drew you closer, allowing his growing hardon to press against the curves of your backside. A soft whine escaped your lips, lost in contemplation, you nodded your head, granting him permission to do what he wanted.

His mouth eagerly took hold of your neck, leaving behind a trail of deep marks. The unexpected sensations prompted a cry to escape your lips, as your hands instinctively found their way to his hair, encouraging him to explore further. His fangs gently pierced your soft skin, introducing a hint of metallic richness to the mix, as your blood mingled within his mouth.

You squirmed beneath his touch, the sensation of his hands tenderly caressing your hips adding to the growing intensity. His clothed erection pressed against your ass, harshly, creating a delicious friction that sent shivers down your spine. A soft moan escaped his lips, a testament to the pleasure that coursed through his veins as he indulged in the taste of another patch of your skin.

“Please, want more.” He whimpered, kissing his bite marks that he left on your neck.

His eyelids fluttered closed, surrendering to the intoxicating sensations that washed over him as he allowed your warmth to enter his body.

"Please," he pleaded, his voice sounded needy, longing for more. "I want more." He tenderly pressed his lips against the bite marks he had left on your neck, his hands coming down to his sweatpants that he wore, shoving them down just enough so that he can grab his dick.

“Mn, can I use your thighs, please, I want it so bad.” A soft whimper escaped his lips, his breath hot against your ear as he nibbled on your earlobe, sending tingles of pleasure down your spine. With a delicate touch, he teasingly brushed his erect member against the curve of your pressed thigh, his gasp betraying the overwhelming sensation of the velvety softness against his sensitive cock.

With a subtle movement, you lifted your leg ever so slightly, granting him access to rest his throbbing erection on the inviting curve of your thigh. You then enclosed his member between your thighs, creating a tight and tantalizing embrace for him.

Hearing his soft moans only made you tighten your legs more, feeling his hips slowly begin to move. His hands gripped onto your hips harder, watching him try not to lose control. Feeling his fangs caress your neck again, he bit into another chunk of flesh, making your eyes roll back soft tears prickling your eyes in the slightest of pleasure.

His thrusts grew faster. The slickness of his precum coated your thighs, adding a layer of moisture that heightened the sensations for the both of you. With each movement, the friction between your bodies intensified, creating a delicious combination of pleasure and desire that coursed through your veins.

His biting died down once again, moaning in your ear as he left kisses down your cheek and jaw, a trail of blood from his mouth coated where he kisses. His moans grew louder as you began to rock your hips into his, moving your thighs to give him extra please.

breathy moans of your name escaped his quivering lips, carrying the weight of both pleasure and vulnerability. The intensity of the pleasure his cock was receiving seemed to overwhelm him to the point of near-tears. His grip tightened that threatened to leave marks, a blend of pain and pleasure that you willingly embraced. While it caused a twinge of discomfort, you knew it was within your pain range.

The sight of his marks adorning your body ignited a primal satisfaction within Rei. They were a reminder to everyone else that you were his and he was definitely not willing to share you.

“I’m so close, darling.” He moaned out, feeling the knot tighten up in his tummy, feeling your movements speed up to ride him on his orgasm. his eyes rolled back with one final thrust, coating your thighs in all his cum.

As the intensity of the moment began to subside, his head found a place on your shoulder, seeking comfort and closeness. With a gentle withdrawal, his length slipped away from the warmth and softness of your thighs, eliciting a soft whine of longing and a quiver that reverberated through his body. He pressed a tender kiss upon your shoulder.

“Thank you so much.” He mumbled softly, his words laced with appreciation. Nuzzling his forehead against your shoulder, his hands wrapped around your waist, offering a gentle embrace, acknowledging the tender soreness that lingered all over your body.

“I apologize for going hard on you.” Hearing you softly laugh, you turned over and hugged his body close to yours, petting his head into your chest, You hugged him tight, both of you exhausted.

#enstars smut #ensemble stars smut #enstars fic #rei sakuma #rei sakuma smut #enstars #ensemble stars

[mint-yooxgi]

No Escape - Yandere!Trickster Entitity!Seonghwa X Reader

Yandere AU & Trickster Entity AU

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst

Pairing: Seonghwa X Reader

Words: 1,100

Warnings: Violence and blood. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: So, here’s that little Drabble idea I had!! It was inspired by a video I saw of Ateez’s Halloween Wonderland performance where someone reversed Seonghwa falling to the ground in the end so it looks like he just pops the fuck right back up, and I was like hmmmmm, anyways... enjoy this short little Drabble!

The sound of your heavy footfalls echo around the hallway as you race down the corridor. Every breath you take burns your lungs, throat feeling as if it’s been scraped raw as you desperately attempt to catch your breath, eyes flitting around every corner for an opening to escape.

You have no idea how your friends and you ended up in this horror house. All you do know, is that you’re slowly being hunted down one by one.

There were seven of you in the beginning, but now? Now, there’s only Three. Two that are currently being hunted down by the third. Hunted by someone who you thought was your friend.

You can’t even remember the last time you saw Ricky. You just hope to all hell that he’s alive, and that he’s already managed to find a way out of this hell hole.

You can still hear his voice echoing throughout your head, telling you to run, and knowing he was right behind you until you rounded a corner. Then, suddenly, it was like the house had a mind of its own, and you were running down the hall with only the sound of your single footsteps to keep you company.

That, and the sound of that awful maniacal laughter.

“Darling,” his voice echoes, seemingly inside of your head as you skid to a stop right in front of a dead end. “You know there’s no escape from me.”

Your chest heaves, shoulders rising and falling with the intensity of your breaths as you scan the area for any potential exit. Unfortunately for you, you’re trapped.

As soon as you turn around, you see him, and a fear unlike any other takes hold.

“Seonghwa,” you pant, eyes going wide as you take in his new appearance.

A pleasant shiver runs up his spine. “I love it when you say my name.”

Red covers his once white jacket in splatters, staining the material in the blood of his victims. A bright red, which matches the symmetrical lines slashed vertically right down both of his eyes, as if they are markings. Branding him with his true nature.

A malicious smile stretches across his features, only accentuating the blood he’s smeared over his lips. A moment later, his tongue darts out to taste the substance, a pleased hum escaping him.

“I told you I would find you,” his pale blue eyes flash excitedly in what little light that is left to illuminate the hallway. “After all, I always win.”

You swallow thickly, doing whatever you can to keep your entire body from trembling for the moment.

“I thought I told you that I wasn’t going to play this sick, twisted game of yours,” you spit, backing yourself even further against the wall to get as far away from him as possible.

“Oh, but sweetheart,” he coos out the name almost lovingly, “the moment you met me you fell victim to my games, whether you know it or not. I caught you, fair and square,” the grin he wears stretches wider across his face, “and now, it’s time I claim my prize.”

He licks his lips, those luminescent eyes of his flashing wildly once more as he takes a step towards you.

Your heart pounds in your chest, and at the way his gaze flicks downwards slightly, you can just tell he can hear the sound loud and clear. You freeze.

In the blink of an eye, Seonghwa collapses to the ground in front of you, an axe protruding from his back.

Lifting your gaze, you see Ricky standing there, panting as he stares at you with wide eyes.

“What are you waiting for?” He yells, expression frantic and whole body tense. “Let’s go!”

You do not need to be told twice.

Rushing over to Ricky, he catches you in his arms. He gives you a quick once over, eyes scanning your figure as his hands rest on your shoulders.

“Are you okay?”

You only have the strength to nod your head, voice failing you for the moment as you prepare yourself to begin running back down the way you came.

Only, the expression of pure horror that paints Ricky’s face has you turning around in an instant.

Your gaze lands on Seonghwa’s body, which seems to be spasming on the ground. Then, in the blink of an eye, as if someone pulls his entire body up by a string, Seonghwa stands back to his feet. His back is turned to you, and you can only watch on in terror as he reaches behind himself to pull the axe out of his back.

Turning around to face you once more, Seonghwa tilts his head, almost mockingly, at Ricky. “That wasn’t very nice.”

“When I say ‘run’, you run.” Ricky whispers lowly into your ear.

A single, subtle nod from you is all he gets in response.

“Run!”

The second you turn around, it’s as if your whole body is frozen to your spot. You can only watch on in horror as Ricky realizes you’re not following him, causing him to turn halfway down the hall and look at you with a newfound fear in his eyes.

“Don’t worry, Darling,” Seonghwa whispers lowly into your ear, his touch trailing lowly over your back and causing a shiver to caress your spine. “This will only take a second.”

A blink, and he’s in front of Ricky. Another, and the axe is now embedded in your best friend’s head, his body crumpling to the floor as his blood begins to spill from his skull.

Seonghwa turns once more to face you, an unnerving smile stretching across his features as he chuckles.

“Ah,” he sighs, eyes falling shut in bliss, “alone at last.”

His approach is slow, purposely drawn out as you are forced to stand there, frozen in your spot. It’s as if he has control over your body, for you find you cannot even tear your eyes away from him as he continues to stalk towards you. Like a predator approaching their prey.

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this,” his voice is barely above a whisper as he comes to stand in front of you. His one hand comes up to cup the side of your face, thumb smearing the fresh blood on his hands over your cheek as he brushes over it affectionately. Those pale blue eyes of his flit over every feature of your face, committing it all to memory, just like this victorious moment in time. He smirks. “Finally, you’re mine.”

#yandere ateez #yandere seonghwa #yandere au #yandere kpop #kpop au #seonghwa scenario #ateez scenario #ateez imagines #kpop scenario #kpop imagines #trickster au #drabbles

[addicted-to-dc]

Scorned - König x Assassin!Reader

(A/N) Always a sucker for spitfire assassin readers. 'Tis my weak spot. Anyways, this will contain gun use and descriptions, bullet wounds, violence, body horror, and amongst other things. Nothing too heavy for the first part. Slow burn, slight enemies to lovers. We shall see what the future holds, muahahaha. (2367 word count)

Of course, it had to be fucking Russia the 141 sent you to. Trust was something they’d never give you, not with your track record of running the second you saw a viable chance. Not this time. A severe winter storm obliterated every option you had. You hate being on their leash. If there’s two things you loved about your life before this, it was being rich and free. At least your rage is keeping you warm.

Teeth chattering, you lift your scope and finally spot your target. A warehouse in the middle of nowhere, apparently one of KorTac’s many weapons caches. The mission? Fucking sneak in and place cameras throughout the facility. That’s all they’re using you for, recon for something they’ll just blow up at the end of the day. A waste of your talents.

You itch for the hunt again, researching and observing everything about your target before finally taking them out. It’s not like you popped the heads of good people. All of them deserved it in the end.

“Got eyes on the warehouse. Going in…”

You wait a few seconds, unable to resist snarking back at the men who’re probably enjoying the heat of the base.

“…and go fuck yourselves. I better have a warm bath waiting for me after this.”

Silencing your comms, you pocket the scope and trudge up the snow. The snow boots they forced you to wear are clunky, something that would make sneaking around more difficult than it should be. It’s like they’re trying to kill you, which they most likely are.

Getting past the guards was too easy, quickly memorizing their patterns until you noticed an opening. Slipping through, the clunky boots are left behind and buried in the snow long before you enter. At least you were able to sneak in backups, much more lightweight and silent. Just the way you like it.

Your snake cam quickly slides underneath the door, confirming that it’s safe to enter. The door is unlocked… that’s the first strike. Your instincts tell you to get out of there, that the mission is already fucked, but you continue. Slipping in, you waste no time climbing to the rafters and place cameras. The unlocked door plagues your mind, something so small that KorTac would never allow to happen.

There are several exits you could use if your gut is right. A window, no, two windows and even a skylight, but even if you did manage to get out you would be stranded. The thought chills you to the bone. Was this a suicide mission? Would the ‘good guys’ really do that to you? Shaking the thought out of your head, you decide to save the last camera placement near the door. At least you’d be able to leave quickly.

Just as you place the second to last camera, the door opens. The cold air sends a chill down your spine, but the man you see walk in makes you freeze. He must be 7 feet tall. Fear finally settles in your bones. Hiding behind one of the metal beams, you shift out of his eyeline and regulate your breathing. You can’t lose your shit, not now. You sneak another peak at him and holy shit, he’s wearing a mask. It’s not cheesy like Ghost, the emo skull caricature ruining any intimidation tactics the man tried on you. No, it’s terrifying. The eye holes, a void of black in the lighting, feel like they’re staring right into your soul.

He moves to turn a corner and BAM!

You slam onto the ground before you know it, slamming on your side and  cracking your head on a crate. Your vision blurs, a possible concussion sealing your fate. God, you should be in the Caribbean right now getting your back blown out. This is such bullshit.

“Looks like a little birdy is nesting where she shouldn’t be.”

His voice is accented, possibly German. No, Austrian? It’s taunting, making your blood boil. Despite seeing three of him, you lift your pistol and aim at one of him, but he’s faster than he looks. The giant plucks the weapon from your hand and grabs you by the throat. As if you weigh nothing, he slams you into another crate, shattering the wood beneath you. Black spots dominate your vision, his eyes burning into yours.

Even while you’re clawing at his hand, he rips your mask off with ease. You try to suck in another breath, but it’s in vain. This is it. You’re dying. The dream of retiring and dying of old age is dead, just like you…

Air. You have air? Greedily filling up your lungs, you wheeze and gasp as you’re flung over a shoulder. Something painfully digs into your stomach, nearly making you lose your breath again, but the cold is enough to kickstart your body. You begin to struggle, but a harsh squeeze to your shoulder wound makes you freeze. Fuck, this giant really did a number on you.

Mr. Tall, dark, and horrifying shoves you into a vehicle, shouting something at the driver. The car lurches forward immediately. Your head nearly slams into the window from the force, but you’re pulled close to a warm body. A knife appears in your vision, your unfocused eyes unable to track it as your clothing is cut away. You move to push him away, but the knife moves to your throat.

The overhead light in the car finally lets you see his eyes, deep blue orbs paralyzing you instantly. Satisfied with your reaction, he finishes cutting through your clothes and applies pressure to your wound. Hissing, your eyes flutter shut, but you’re not even allowed the sweet peace of unconsciousness.

“Eyes open.”

A bump in the road sends pain straight down your spine, waking you enough to keep your eyes open. The giant, who is hunching in the vehicle, starts dressing your wound. The sight nearly makes you laugh. Maybe it does. His eyes move from your wound back to you. It makes you want to shrink away, but the fucked-up part of your brain is enjoying this. You missed working with mercs, at least they knew how to have a good time. A good time sounds good right now.

Everything’s a blur, you barely register leaving the vehicle, let alone the gurney trip through a hallway of blinding lights. Multiple figures pull you forward, slamming through door after door until you reach your destination. They stop so fast you nearly vomit, the whiplash too overwhelming. Too many pairs of hands tear at you, stripping your equipment and cutting through any cloth in the way.

“Sir, the resources we’re using for her-”

Heavy footsteps interrupt the doctor’s words, the room growing dead silent. “She’s worth more alive, unbroken. Do not make me repeat myself again.”

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Your mouth is dry, why the hell is it dry? Shifting in the bed, the blanket scratches at your exposed skin. The new angle shines a bright ass light in your face. It forces you to shift again, a sigh escaping your lips. That’s when you hear it: a beep. Frowning, your eyes refuse to open until you blink quickly. Flashes of a bright, barren room fill your senses. A hospital?

That’s when it hits you. Oh. Shit. There’s a creak next to you, and that’s when you see him. The giant that subdued you quicker than the 141 did, and that was the whole lot of them. You both stare at each other for a ridiculous amount of time, until he shifts, and your heart rate jumps at the movement. His eyes remain on you, barely blinking.

“You’ve been out for a while,” he remarks, standing up.

He grasps a cup of water, comically small in his hand, and offers it to you. You take it, eyes flicking down to inspect the water before finally taking a sip. God, it feels like heaven. Before you know it, the entire cup is empty. How long were you out?

“Why didn’t you kill me?” you ask, cringing at your own voice. Damn, you sound like you smoked one too many cigs.

“I did not spend months of planning just to kill you, Schatz,” he responds, folding his arms. “After the 141 intercepted our contact, it was my priority to get you back.”

“So, you rescued me?” No one has ever done that for you before. Being used is all you’ve ever known, paid or unpaid. It was you who had to prioritize yourself. “Why?”

“You are not an instrument of death; you use death as an art form.” Who knew he was such a poet? “Apologies for the wounds, I had to convince them we’d kill you.”

“How long was I out for?” Rotating your shoulder, you feel no pain from your bullet wound.

“A month… and there’s something else. The men who had you, the 141, yes?”

You nod, waiting for him to elaborate.

“We found a tag in your arm.”

That makes you sick to your stomach. A tracker? They tagged you like a fucking dog. You played their stupid game, did everything they asked so you could earn their freedom. Your nails dig into the sheets, tearing the fabric from the force of it.

Your eyes flick up to his. “You said something about a contract. What is it?”

Something flashes in his eyes, his head tilting upwards. Is he smiling? “You haven’t lost your fire yet.”

Grumbling, you start stretching your limbs. Like hell you’re going to stay in this bed any longer. Your limbs pop more than you want them to, but at least your body is not as run down as you expected it to be. The routine goes by quickly, and you finally, cautiously, stand up. You wobble slightly, but you’re able to recover.

Your eyes shoot at the mirror in the bathroom, sadness overwhelming you. Shit is what you look like. Your colored hair is long faded, replaced by a dull, washed-out color of blah. Gritting your teeth, you turn to the man who kidnapped you. Technically freed you, but you still have no idea what this giant wants.

“You still haven’t answered my question, big guy,” you huff, immediately snagging the spare clothes next to you. You run through the previous conversation through your head again, trying to get any information out of this gargantuan man.

You slide on the pants, thankfully it’s easier with the shitty hospital gown. Unfolding the shirt, you nearly cry when you see a sports bra fall out of it. God, it’s even your size.

“We will need you for future missions.”

You finish sliding on the bra, freezing. “Missions?”

“Ja. We will discuss a contract, something beneficial to both of us. You and I will be equals in this.”

Tearing off the gown, you pull your shirt over your head. You turn around, sliding your arms through the sleeves with a frown. “And I have a choice?”

“Of course.”

It’s so damn hard to read him with his entire face obscured. At least with Ghost you could cheat a little bit. Masks suck the fun out of everything. “What about living arrangements?”

“Since you are AWOL, soon KIA, I would prefer it if you remained here. There’s a room prepared for you.”

That’s nice of them, but how long until you go crazy in a new cage. You highly doubt they’ll just let you walk out the door, but there must be more to this. He’s got to sweeten the deal.

“The pay?”

“You will find it more generous than your usual prices,” he responds, taking a few steps towards the door. Damn he’s got some legs. Your eyes drift towards his backside. Nice ass, too.

You really need to be spayed. Forcing your eyes upwards, you follow him through the building. Your socked feet are silent compared to his heavy boot steps, but the noise grounds you enough. It allows your mind to wander, this whole situation forcing you to think about how you got here.

You aren’t military, special forces, not even a cop. No, you were a nobody who was willing to do anything to stand up for the little guys. Getting the weapons wasn’t that hard, but training yourself? Being self-taught is what made your skills sought out, always unexpected and untraceable. You made your own rules, picking up a few things whilst you traveled. It’s funny, a life of death and crime let you shed your shell. How things have changed.

You’re in the room before you realize it, your mind wandering too close to memory lane. It’s sparsely decorated, screaming military and barf beige, but it’s all you have. The guns mounted on the walls catch your attention immediately. A gasp leaves your lips before you can help it, gently removing your sniper from its mount.

“Where did you find this? Never thought I’d see this again,” you whisper, immediately falling into your routine of checking it for damages.

“We were too late to prevent your capture,” he replies, watching you, “but we recovered everything they didn’t bother taking.”

Your jaw clenches at the thought of them taking you. Wordlessly, you place it back on its mount. Your hand lingers on it for a few moments, your fingers sliding down in now resistance. “I didn’t wipe my slate clean just to be immediately kidnapped. There was a rat, and not just the one they squeezed my information out of.”

Rage enflames your entire being. Revenge would be a good hobby for you, something to get your strength back. You’re itching for something up close and personal. Almost as if the giant could read your thoughts, he places a file onto the desk. Where was he keeping that? Goddamn you really need to start paying attention.

“We’ve identified a previous client… your first…”

You sift through the information. What information is available on you is enough to fuck you over. She gave them your legal name, history… everything. Your throat tightens at the photo of her, someone you considered a friend. Past tense. She’s on your hit list, bumped up to priority number one. The 141 will have to wait.

#konig x reader #cod x reader #konig x you #konig x fem!reader #konig x assassin!reader #scorned #konig x female reader

[matryx7728]

Thoughts about Gabriel ultrakill and the heavenly council

okay okay okay okay okay so

i’m assuming this is referring to the tags i rbed that one post with so. youngings avert your eyes maybe idk how deranged i’ll get while typing this

gabriel ultrakill has such an impossible appeal to me and i’m going to attempt to put it into words

first of all. look at him. he’s so fucking pretty it’s insane have you seen that guy he’s beautiful in a way i can’t wrap my head around

he acts the way he acts he gets beat for the first time ever literalky ever by a machine and falls in love with it but mistakes that love for hatred and then when he reports back to the council they blame him for getting his ass handed to him like hello ???? you can’t just do that to him this is not what this post is supposed to be about im getting off topic

the way he acts his character his flow hsi jehevrnrgehrgrgrhuuuuuggaggggggggghh he triggers such a primal carnal desire within me that i’ve not felt my entire life until i witnessed him do you fucking grasp how much just how much i need to just be Near him do you understand how much i want to just hold his hand or to grab his stupid tiny little waist i want to place my hands on him in any kind of way okease oh my god please i need to cling to him i NEED to watch him do common normal things like twisting a doorknob or tie a knot oh my god i need to see him tie a knot you know how you have to pull the strings taut i need ti see him di that i need to see him lift something slightly heavy i need to watch him throw something into the air and catch it or alternatively i need to see him almost not catch it and do that jolt thing people do when they almost drop something to catch it i need to see him do that i need ti see him grip something i need to watch him stand up from a sitting position i need to watch him forget the direction he’s supposed to be going in and then do that weird pause and glance around before turning around and speed walking in the opposite direction i need to see him pick up a spherical object and watch the way his hands wrap around it i need to watch him reach around to try and grab something slightly out of reach

i need to jump on him i need to cling to him i need to climb all over that guy i need to feel the ridge of his spine i need to watch his adam’s apple shift as he swallows or speaks i need to watch his throat do that when it’s like you know when you lean your head back and the skin over your neck is pulled taut and the movement of yiur throat is much more significant i need to see him do that i need to watch him preen his wings i would collect his shed feathers and keep them in a little box or put them on a necklace and he’d be like Why Do You Have Those and i’d be like 😊😊😊😊😊😊 i think his wings are so fucking pretty i also think they’d be warm like they change temp depending on his mood notmally they’d be relatively warm like a heated blanket enraged they’d be like the temp of the surface of the sun and ecstasy they’d be even hotter donyou get me

there are so many things i think about him i have no words for them i just think he’s so catastrophically attractive ok in every way possible my view on him varies all the time sometimes i’m like Wow I’d Really Like To Be Friends With That Guy and other times i’m like I NEED HIM IN ME ummmmmm thats

okay getting only slightly more unhinged i’ll cut it here just in case cause we’re enterying hornypost territory

do you understand the amount of lust my body contains for gabriel ultrakill i would love to be pinned down by that guy by the shoulders or to have his hand run along the length of my spine or against my jaw i need to press my body up against his i don’t care how i just need to Touch him i NEED to hear that archangel whimper (<- listened to the gabriel whimpering audio clips 67 times) i need that guy down my throat uhhhhmmmmmm yeah i’m cutting that one short it seems my rational mind has finally kicked in

have fun reading my category 7 autism event

#ultrakill #gabriel ultrakill #oopsies ! #haha unmmmmm #that’s okay #suggestive #i’d add more tags but #uh #| okay i had to edit all tags from this one forward in because someone walked in my room as i was typing #and i frantically hit post to get it off my screen #as i was saying #id ad more tags but this little tangent here absorbed so much of my brains ability to describe things #but hey #if i have another wet dream about gabriel tonight i’ll keep you guys posted j guess #i’m sorry #matryx speaks #mail

[multi-kpop-fanfics]

hoodie szn (but make it jolly)

pairing: non-idol!bf!Chan x fem!reader (ft. roommate!Soonyoung)

genre: fluff, smut, comedy

warnings: mentions of food, reader is implied to be petite, fingering, use of pet names, whipped chan but also a tease, exhibitionism? sorta?, soonyoung is a cockblock on accident, playful banter, mentions of food

word count: ~1.9k

summary: getting snowed in with your boyfriend isn't as bad as you think - you can put up some early decorations, steal your boyfriend's hoodie - did we mention getting fucked in that hoodie?

Author’s note: Hello! This is my entry for the snowventeen collab of @svthub​! Be sure to check out the rest of the fics as well <3 Happy holidays!

p.s.: have this terribly made header with early 2010s wattpad style lmao

“The snow has already covered the biggest part of the city, the roads are closed off until further notice. Citizens are advised to stay at home and cut down on any unnecessary transports for their own safety”.

“Wonderful…”, you sigh and turn off the television, slouching back in the cushions of the couch. You definitely didn’t expect getting snowed in the day after sleeping over at your boyfriend’s apartment.

But then again, when was the last time you actually saw snow in the city? Might as well enjoy it, right?

You open the curtains once more to take a peek into the now white streets, just a handful of people walking around in heavy clothing, clutching the grocery bags in their hands with all the necessary supplies.

A chill runs down your spine and you realize that you’re still in your rather thin pajamas, which aren’t really the best option for such weather. You skip to Chan’s bedroom and start rummaging through his closet, hoping you’ll find something warm and cozy enough. Your eyes shine when you spot a stark white hoodie of his, although you’re a tiny bit disappointed when you notice that the hoodie is sleeveless. 

“Eh, I’ll just put a shirt underneath”, you deadpan and open the drawer right below, where Chan keeps some of your shirts - those you forget whenever you sleep over, at least.

Your intuition is proven correct as you spot a long sleeved black shirt and you waste zero time in changing into the handpicked clothes.

You do a once-over at the mirror and notice your bare legs, suddenly feeling very cold down there. “Damn, I’m sure I’ve brought socks with me…”, you mutter and search through your bag again. “Aha!”, you exclaim when you finally find your pair of black thigh high socks - which, coincidentally, are Chan’s favorite on you (you definitely didn’t do that on purpose).

A few minutes pass and you’re found in the living room again, laying on the couch, scrolling on social media out of boredom. You sigh as you look at the posted pictures, decorated balconies and Christmas trees, hot beverages and gingerbread houses. You close your phone, putting it down on the table, whining in defeat.

You glance around and notice that Chan's apartment is very much ordinary and in desperate need of Christmas decorations. Well, might as well keep yourself busy with something, right?

You get up and start searching around the house to find any obnoxiously big boxes that could possibly contain said decorations. 

Living room? Nope. Soonyoung's room? Out of bounds, not stepping in there. Chan's room? Not there either. 

"Where the hell are they…", you mutter and go to the bathroom to splash some water on your face, when you see a box awkwardly sticking out right next to the washing machine. Nah, it can't be, you think but you nonetheless try to pull it out and lift it up, a quite familiar sound echoing from within.

"I swear to God…", you plop the box down and remove the tape, rolling your eyes as you see that there are, indeed, Christmas stuff in there.

"These damn idiots", you grumble as you take out the colorful lights, trying to detangle them from the mess they currently are in. You’re caught up in separating all the garlands and mistletoes when the door clcks open, revealing your boyfriend (who could easily pass for a snowman in his current state).

“Babe, I’m h- what the fuck happened in here”, Chan deadpans while taking off his snow-covered shoes, leaving them on the doormat.

“That’s what I said when I realized it’s literally two days away from Christmas and you still don’t have Christmas decor in your apartment!”, you point at the open box, filled with mistletoes, lights and tree charms. “If anything, it makes me think you forgot about Christmas”, you plop on the couch with a disappointed pout. “Hey, that’s too far!”, he points at you in protest, “We just didn’t have enough time to decorate with Soonyoung”, he puts his jacket on the hanger, “Classes have been running crazy these days, everyone seems to wanna learn dancing for all the holiday parties”, he ruffles his hair a bit.

"Anyways, what were you doing outside with that weather?" you ask him, “Didn’t you freeze your ass off?”. “Yeah, I kinda did, but I managed to find food!”, he proudly flexes the bag with the warm takeout in it. “Aww, Channie, you didn’t have to”, “Shut up, of course I had to - It’s not like I always have my girlfriend staying over - with my flatmate not being here as well! Talk about luck, huh?”, “Well, I don’t know if getting snowed in counts as luck, but I’m not saying no to it”, you laugh.

After placing the food on the counter, Chan takes a more detailed glance at your current outfit.

“Babe, is that my hoodie?”, Chan raises an eyebrow, realizing that the sole clothing article covering your body, is indeed, his hoodie.

“Yeah, it is - does it look good on me?”, you hop off the couch and twirl around in a cute way, but you don’t realize the hoodie rides up and it reveals part of your ass - along with your lacy white thong.

Chan immediately gets up and pulls you flush to his body, his hands smoothing over the fabric, yet his palms ending up on your ass, squeezing the soft flesh.

“Baby, it looks really good on you”, he smiles, his voice dropping a few octaves, sending a shiver straight down your spine.

“So good I wanna make you cum while you wear it”.

“Channie!”, you yelp at his words, skin flushing at the thought of your boyfriend doing such unspeakable things to you, “May I remind you that you don’t live alone?”, you reprimand him and he rolls his eyes, pressing a kiss on your cheek, a radiant grin on his face. “Y/N, Soonyoung isn’t even here today and he won’t be able to return until the roads are cleaned up”, “You’re so insufferable sometimes”, you roll your eyes at him, but he merely brings you closer to him, making you back step towards the couch.

The back of your legs hit the cushions of the couch and you plop down on it with a giggle, Chan caging you with his body, his radiant smile captivating as ever.

"Hi", "Hey, handsome", you reply and he leans down to kiss you, spreading your legs to give him space. Chan gets the message and slots himself between them, his hands now running over your legs and the thigh highs.

"You brought these on purpose, didn't you?", he tugs at the elastic band, making it snap against your skin. "Maybe", you let out a tiny yelp as his fingers make contact with your covered core, rubbing your pussy over your flimsy panties.

"Naughty girl", Chan bites his bottom lip and slides your thong to the side, letting out a groan when he watches your pussy glistening with your juices, his fingers itching to slide in. “Chan, come on”, you whine, your hand wrapping around his wrist to pull his hand closer to where you need him the most. “Gosh, you’re so impatient”, he chuckles and you glare at him, opting to close your legs out of spite, but he’s having none of it.

“Baby, don’t misbehave”, Chan pins your right thigh with his free hand, the other one finally touching your pussy, making you moan out loud, “You wouldn’t really want me to leave you high and wet like that, right?”, he grins. “N-No, I don’t want you to stop”, you mutter, bringing your hand over your mouth to muffle the rest of your moans threatening to spill from your mouth. “What was that, baby? I didn’t hear you”, he sing-songs with the most teasing lilt he can muster. “Fuck, Chan, stop teasing and give me your fingers, please!”, you whine again, but it turns into a loud gasp when you feel your boyfriend’s fingers sink into your soaked core, instantly clenching down on them.

“Damn, baby, you’re sucking them right in, so fucking greedy”, Chan’s breath tickles your ear, his lips barely touching that weak spot behind it. You mentally beg he abuses that spot with his mouth, just like the way he knows.

He starts pumping them in a rather fast pace, his thumb reaching to rub your swollen clit, eliciting moan after moan from your lips. It’s as if he reads your thoughts when you feel his lips suck on that spot behind your ear, your mouth forming in an ‘o’ shape. “Doing so well for me, sweetheart, so fucking well, fuck”, Chan moans, his own self-control wearing thin as his cock twitches with every little sound you make. “More, give me more”, you whine, your hand reaching to Chan’s crotch, palming his bulge over his pants, making him groan, his head leaning forward, forehead touching yours, breaths almost mingling together.

The both of you are completely lost in pleasure, your boyfriend’s fingers never stopping their motions, rubbing against your walls, that you completely miss the door clicking open, a different figure entering the apartment.

“Hello? Anyon- HOLY SHIT DUDE!”, the source of the voice snaps the both of you out of it, making you scream out loud. 

“What the- Soonyoung?! What the fuck are you doing here?!”, Chan yelps as he notices his roommate standing frozen on the doorstep. He puts himself in front of you to somehow cover your body from the older man’s sight, in an attempt to save the last remnants of decency. “Um, I can still see her, uh”, he gestures vaguely towards your body and you hide your face under your boyfriend’s hoodie out of shame.

Chan takes a pillow and throws it towards his roommate, while trying his best to put your panties back on, ending up leaving you high and dry, against his will, mouthing an “I’m sorry” with an embarrassed expression. 

“Can you at least explain why the hell you’re here? Weren’t you supposed to stay at Seungkwan’s tonight?”, “Well yeah, that was the plan, until a power cut happened and both of our phones died out so I had no way to text you”, he lets out an awkward laugh. “Let me get this straight - you left Seungkwan all alone in his house without power?”, you straighten your clothes, legs feeling a bit wobbly.

“In my defense, he managed to send a text to another friend of his to spend the night there before his phone died”, Soonyoung tries to excuse himself. “And you didn’t think about doing the same?”, your boyfriend grits out of annoyance. “Oh…Ahah, you are not wrong there, buddy”, Soonyoung laughs, making the two of you sigh in defeat, “Yeah, sorry about that, Y/N”. “You’re lucky you’re Chan’s friend and I love you, otherwise I would have decapitated you”, “Okay easy there, tiger”, he laughs and goes into his room to change. You feel a pair of arms around your waist and Chan turns you around, pulling you flush to his chest.

“I promise to make it up to you, babe, I swear”, he whispers against your lips, his hands fisting your (his) hoodie. “You better hold up to your word, mister, or I’ll strangle you with that ugly garland”, “Is that a promise”, “Threat would be a more suitable word”, you retort playfully.

“I’ll accept it either way”, Chan kisses you again, grinning widely.

Maybe getting snowed in isn’t so bad after all.

#svthub #svthub.collab #dino smut #dino fluff #dino crack #chan smut #chan fluff #chan crack #svt dino #lee chan #svt smut #svt fluff #svt crack #seventeen smut #seventeen fluff #seventeen crack #seventeen

[anadelaney79]

Healing

Summary: Tom is back to boxing, and you are not very sure about it

Pairing: Tom Hardy x Reader

Words: 758

Warnings: Sex (p in v), oral (m to f), some roughness (hair pulling and stuff!) Language

A/N: As usual, I'm really sorry about all the spelling mistakes, as english is not my main language. And I realize I have a thing about this man putting me against a wall.

Title: Healing

You open his robe quietly. His eyes are on yours, following every move, every blink. You place your hands softly on his fury chest, and trace a path up to his shoulders, following to his arms, taking the robe down as you do so. His breathing is heavy but he's calm. At least that's what he looks like. You meet his gaze with your eyes. His gorgeous face is rosy, and his left cheekbone is somewhat swollen. Your fingertips caress the skin so gently that you don't even think you're touching it.

"It doesn't hurt", he whispers, his voice so deep that echoes shakes through your body.

You let your arms fall to your sides and look into his eyes. The room is so silent you can even hear some car starting his engine down the street.

"Your hand it's not ok. I'll help you take a bath. Take off your pants", you say breaking the eye contact, ". You turn on the water in the bathtub. He's completely naked when you turn around. His hairy chest goes up and down as he fills his lungs with air. His tummy is firm as a rock, and in between his massive thighs his manhood waits, hard under a silken cloak.

"I know you're doing what you love. It's just... I hate to see you in pain", you murmur, your voice breaking.

"I'm not in pain", he answers immediately, closing the space between you and him.

"Yes you are! Look at this..." you touch the drop of blood that drips from his eyebrow. "Jiu jitsu was one thing, but boxing... I can't..." You feel tears coming up so you close your eyes. You don't want to cry. You feel his hands on the sides of your neck, while his thumbs caress your cheeks. Your eyes are still close. "I'm not in pain...", he whispers again, this time over your mouth, and lifts you face. "Look at me", he commands. "I know how you feel". His hands goes from your neck to your shoulders, sliding the straps of your light summer dress. His fingers caress your nipples as he lets out a satisfied groan. He is down on his knees when he pulls down your panties, his hands run up your thighs, forcing you to spread them apart, and his tongue assaults your clit in one motion. Your hands goes through his already messy hair, still wet with the sweat from the fight.

He licks and kisses mercilessly, as if he had been holding back until that moment. "Tom…" you moan his name as he pulls one of your legs up onto his shoulder. You feel his thirst, his need, his desire to say everything without words. His tongue rolls around in your wetness, licks his lips and starts again in an endless swing. You arch your spine against the tiles as your body starts to tremble and an intense orgasm crosses throught your whole body.

Maybe it was the intense plasure of your recent orgasm, or maybe it was the adrenaline contained in both of you, but something feels different. He stands up and grabs your hair, forcing you to face the tiled wall. He spread your legs from behind with his knee, and pulls your hair again. You throw your head back, and while his other hand tightens on your throat he enters in your body with a single thrust. "Tell me what you want...", he moans in your ear. You are unable to form a single thought and just gasp, leting all the air in your lungs out of your mouth. He moves hard and fast, and you concentrate in the sound of his body slamming against yours. Skin to skin, the sweat of both mixed with the steam of the warm water that fills the bathtub. He stops moving and slaps your butt so hard that you feel your skin in flames immediately. "Fuck yourself on my cock", he orders. You arch your back and open your legs a little bit more, and you start moving at the same pase he was before.

"You wanna know what I think while I'm fighting up there?", he growls as he leans closer to you, placing both hands at your sides on the tile wall. You keep moving like your life depends on it. "No, shut up", you answer. He chuckles and lowers one of his hands between your legs, caressing your clitoris in a perfect mix of softness and desperation. "I think that the other man on the ringside wants to fuck you"... His whole body is against your back, his fingers moving on your humidity, your orgasm so close that your moves are erratic. "So... yes... believe you me. I am fine up there. The one who's in danger is the other one"

#tom hardy #fan fic author #tom hardy x reader #tomhardy

[asratheastralcadaver]

06-02-2022 DR: SuperNatural

These are the occurrences of my first long shift to my supernatural DR. The following will contain adult themes and violence.

Minors Do Not Interact.

The crack of a beer being opened woke me from my trance and I found myself sitting on the couch next to Bobby's desk with a news paper draped across my lap. "Are you even listening to me you idjit?" He asked looking at me from across the room as he lifted the beer to his lips taking a swig of it. Swallowing hard I took a deep breath glancing around the room to ground myself before trying to speak. Looking down to the news paper I learned my throat scanning through it looking for so scrap to go on. "Uh vampires...?" I question catching the words blood and drained before meeting his eyes. "Well no shit Sherlock you solved the case." His sarcasm was comforting in an ironic way making it easier to breathe.

"Wow okay dick." I chuckle adjusting myself in the seat, "What were you saying Bobby?" Asking as he crosses the room handing me a beer. The cold feeling against my hand caused my brow to furrow before relaxing as I took it pulling it to myself to open. "I was sayin that we need to head down to Georgia before more of these bodies pile up." He huffs as I take a sip of the beer its bitter flavor coating the inside of my mouth causing me to cough slightly. Pulling it back I squint at the label only to remember that here this is the beer, sighing I take another drink holding the liquid in my mouth letting it settle on my taste buds so I grow accustom to the flavor. It was pungent, a more citrus heavy note with a slightly almost herby after taste. 'I could get used to this, it's not the worst beer I've ever had.' Thinking to myself as I down the rest of the bottle clanking it down onto the coffee table in front of me. "Alright then let's get going." Standing up to head outside

I could hear Bobby shuffling around behind me as he muttered "Damn idjit" under his breath. Opening the front door my jaw drops as I look over my childhood car, my uncles black cherry and creme 1970 Chevrolet Chevelle sat shiny gleaming like a jewel untouched by time. Quickly closing my mouth I step slowly towards the car unblinking afraid that it would evaporate in a moments notice. My hand slowly reaching out touching the hood of the car. A chill runs down my spine as I feel the solid metal frame under my fingertips. Looking into the car through the windshield I could see traces of my existence in it a bag haphazardly throwing into the passenger seat with a red tag hanging off of it 'Remove before flight' and other goofy patches and pins clinging to the black material. Clearing his throat Bobby called my attention back to him. "Kid are you alright? You seem kind off." He asks genuine concern glazing over his eyes taking me back for a moment. "I'm fine just feeling dried out I guess." I chuckle dryly looking back down to the car then back up to him. "Alright but if you need to talk I'm here for you kid." Making his way over to his car he chucks his bag into the trunk. "I'll follow you." I call over to him digging around in my pocket in hopes of finding the key and to my luck it was with a bunch of nerdy keychains attached to it along with a small heart picture frame holding a photo of Charlie holding a huge margarita. I smile letting myself into the car.

Sinking into the leather creme colored seat I felt myself relax into the familiarity. Turning the key the engine roared to life and I felt any hesitation slip away like smoke from the lungs after a long drag on a cigarette. Opening the glovebox a handful of colorful cassettes fall out into the floorboard. "Fuck." mumbling I lean over picking them up. Each cassette case had a silly name stuffed into it with colorful writing with small track lists. Looking in the glovebox a note stuck to the door with a smiley face grabs my attention. Pulling it out and reading it I find myself smiling. 'Asra, I hope you like these mixtapes for your road trips. I want you to know it was a pain in the ass to get the equipment to burn cassettes so you better love me. Charlie &lt;3' smiling I slowly stack them back in the glovebox so they won't fall back out tucking the note lovingly in with them picking one at random to slip into the radio. 'I'm Walking on Sunshine' pours from the speakers causing me to laugh. Pulling out of Bobby's driveway behind him I zone out following his car. Time passes faster then I expected to because it wasn't long before the sun had set and was making it way back up into the sky again. Sitting in the car for over fifteen hours really only felt like a few minutes as we pulled into the parking lot of a dodgy looking motel. Getting out of the drivers seat I stretched leaning again the car hoping to relieve some of the tension in my muscles.

"I got us two rooms, go get yourself a nap or something kid you look like roadkill." He throws me a key catching it I roll my eyes. "Wow thanks Bobby such a charmer." I grumbled going to dig in my trunk for a bag with clothes in it finally finding a duffle stuffed to the brim with an assortment of things. Heading to room I make the conscious note to pay for lunch whenever I get up. Dropping my bag next to the table I lock the door and trudge over to the bed face planting into the stiff mattress letting out a sigh of relief to finally be stationary for a moment. My mind rolls a black screen and I jolt up still fully dressed laying on the motel mattress. Cracking my neck I look over to the shitty alarm clock on the nightstand to note I've only slept for about an hour but I no longer feel any form of fatigue. Getting off the bed I stretch and scoop the bag off the floor dumping out it contents to find something to change into after I shower. Noting the damn cloning of each clothing item I grab a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, as well as a fresh pair of boxers.

The shower was cleaner then I had expected from how gross the outside of the motel was. The water ran at a lukewarm at best temperature which is just fine by me. After cleaning the sweat and stress of the day off I dry and dress myself. I walking back into the room I pull socks on then my boots. Finding my wallet I am pleasantly surprised and collect my keys from the bed and head out to find a place to get food.

Scanning the sides of the road as I drive I find a take away place and quickly order us both a grilled chicken Caesar salad. Taking the meals I sit the bag in the passenger floorboard and drive back to the motel familiarizing myself with the car. A happy sigh escapes my lips as I pull back into the parking lot. Grabbing the bag from the floorboard I head to Bobby's door and knock. I can hear him shuffle around before opening the door. "Did you even sleep?" He asks gruffly moving so I Could enter the room. It was identical to mine but mirrored. "Yeah for a minute. I got us some lunch." sitting the bag on the table next to the window. "You're about as bad as Dean kid." He grumbled walking over to the bag pulling out one of the containers and sitting down to dig into it. "You're just as bad." I mumbled looking at the news paper clippings and photos he has pinned to the wall along with a map of the town. He grumbles behind me with his mouth full. Looking at the map I stare at the faint blue line he's drawn marking the killing sights. "It's a square." I mumble mostly to myself. "Huh?" He says giving me his undivided attention as he clears his throat. "It's a square, A big one but its still a square, and I bet-" I look around and find the pen he was using. "This is the heart of the hive." Marking the middle of the street. Bobby walks over and glances over what I've said. "Well look at that." He says staring at the map. "I'll go check it out see what's on that street. Get us prepped." I turn to head to the door. "Now hold on a minute-" I cut him off by slipping out the door.

Getting in the car I started driving aimlessly looking for the street and anything note worthy within the square. Humming to myself in annoyance growing frustrated because everything looked normal. Pulling over I got out of the car deciding to start looking around on foot. Walking into the alley I noticed small blood puddles leading to a dumpster. "What the.." inspecting the dumpster I pulled it back to find a sewer drain that was covered in blood. "Fucking hell.." I muttered looking up and scanning around me noticing the sun was starting to set. Making my way back to the car I speed back to the motel to update Bobby.

Parking the car I knocked on his door, He pulled it open letting me slip inside checking behind me before shutting it. "Well?" He said going back to sharpening the machete on the table. "I found it, They're living in the sewers." sitting down on the bed I groan falling back stretching. "That's going to be a pain in the ass." Bobby mumbled still working on the blade. "Tell me about it." Sitting up I reach for the door. "I'm going to get my stuff ready, I'll be back over here in the morning and we'll hit them." I watched him give me a nod before heading out to my car grabbing what felt familiar throwing it into a duffle bag and carrying it into my room.

Sitting on the bed I started sharpening the machete mindlessly staring at the TV in front of me. Zoning out I don't noticed the flow of time until the morning sun starts ripping its way into the room through the curtain. Stretching I load everything back into the duffle heading to the car and tossing it into the backseat before walking to Bobby's door knocking on it. He opens it grabbing his bag from the bed and heading out. "Just toss it in the backseat." call over to him as I slip into the drivers seat. "You sleep at all kid?" He asks looking over at me. I hum pulling out of the parking lot. "Did you?" I ask glancing at him before flooring it.

"Christ Almighty.." He complains as I whip the car into park. "Remind me to never ride with you again." He complains getting out of the car grabbing his bag from the back. Chuckling I grab mine and lead him to the dumpster. "I'll head down first since my knees are better." I Tease yanking the sewer grate up. I watched him roll his eyes and I sunk down into the hole my hands gripping onto the rusted ladder. reaching the bottom I quietly stepped onto the pavement. Bobby quickly shuffled down the ladder stepping down next to me. Using my hands I signaled for him to go left and I'd take the right. Nodding he went down his tunnel quietly and I began shuffling down mine. The stench of mold and mildew clung tightly to every surface. 'I'll need a long fucking shower after this..' I thought gripping onto my machete tighter. Making it to the end of the tunnel the dead end branched off into another with little pockets in the walls filled with sleeping hammocks with vampires nestled in for the day. Taking a deep breath I slowly almost crawling made my way over to the first one. With a quick heavy slice almost on pure instinct I was able to lop the head off my first vampire.

"Hell yeah!" I called out without thinking kicking myself as the rest of the vampires started to still around me. "fuck.." I quickly jumped over the hammock making my way to the next beheading it before it can register what's going on. The rest went by in a blur as a flurry of blood, screams and water sloshing around occurred.

Panting covered in blood, my bones aching from getting thrown around, my clothes clung to my body soaked in sweat, blood and water I limped back to the ladder to find Bobby covered in blood leading against the wall covered in cuts as well. "Fuck Vamps." I grumbled causing him to nod in agreement. My muscles burned as I drug my body up the ladder then pulling myself up onto the pavement. Reaching down I helped Bobby pull himself up onto the pavement.

Going back to the motel we both went to our respective rooms to clean up. After taking a long hot shower I collapsed onto the bed letting the black void take me over. What felt like an eternity I slipped out of the bed stumbling through the motions of getting dressed before heading over to check on Bobby. Knocking on the door until he finally answered looking like he just woke up moving so I could enter. "You hungry?" I asked him looking around the room seeing his first aid kit on the table. "Yeah, I'll pack up and we can get out of here." He said with a yawn. Nodding I told him I'd do the same and went back to my room throwing everything in its bags and carrying it out to the trunk of my car tossing it in. I looked up from the trunk as Bobby started loading his own car.

Leading against the drivers door I waited for him to finish. He walked around his car and leaded against the passenger side door handing me a beer. "You did good kid." He praised me before continuing "Reckless but you did good." He chuckled shaking his head. "Thanks dad." I rolled my eyes chugging the beer causing him the shake his head. "Race you back." I challenge tossing the empty beer bottle into the back seat. "Some of us don't drive like a bat outta hell." He smirked before walking around to the driver side of his car. "Be safe kid, I'll see you back at the house." and with that I slide into the drivers seat pulling out taking every back road flying back to Bobby's a grin plastered onto my face.

The end of my first shift was me pulling up to Bobby's place. It was insane but it felt so supernatural.

Bobby isn't my dad in my DR, He was close friend's with my uncle who raised me as a hunter who eventually got killed and Bobby just took over where he left off, continuing my studies and training. He very much is a father figure to me which is why I jokingly call him Dad from time to time.

#shiftinconsciousness #shifting #supernatural #desired reality #DR #Vampires #bobby singer #lucid dreaming

[wordsmithings]

How To Kill A God - Post Jörmungandr fight

TW: Blood, mentions of bodily harm, swearing, pain. lots of it :D

So that was it, then.

Reza stood there, rather dumbfoundedly if he had to say so himself, as he watched Jörmungandr disappeared from in front of him in the blink of an eye and appeared almost instantaneously behind Chae. Before any of them could react, the rider, who pretty much everyone had forgotten about, rose and took care of the snake God in one swoop, fog and thunder and all. His body could barely contain the Godly powers manifested around them, and it was practically a miracle that he was standing where he stood at all, trembling at the sheer enormity of power that he could never phantom.

Was this how the people of old felt when they were in the presence of Gods warring amongst themselves? Helpless in their futile effort to neutralize an ambitious God that used them as pawns?

What was a man to a God, after all.

Fuck, he hated being philosophical.

Reza looked up as the rider spoke, when the finger was pointed at him. A shudder went down his spine when their eyes met. He felt his knees weakened at the sheer presence, though he forced himself not to buckle under pressure. God or not, he hated bending his knees to them more than anything. He gritted his teeth as he looked back at the rider; who looked old and young at the same time, who carried himself with the pride of a ruler, a father, a man and not a man. Reza wasn’t quite sure what sort of expression he wore, but it was definitely an unwelcoming one. Defiance till his very last breath.

But then his right eye started to hurt, to the point that plucking it out would be a much lesser pain than the one that he was feeling. Guttural scream escaped his lips as he clutched his right eye, wondering if this was the price for his insolence towards a God. It was a small price to pay, but good God did it hurt like Hell. Then a voice came to him, ethereal and fatherly.

My gift to you, son of man. To see possible futures when a grand choice is presented.

Then it whispered of warning; The children of Loki are still out there. So they might have to fight again. And they might not be so lucky then.

Fuck.

Both the rider and Jörmungandr disappeared after his warning, and the fog was lifted, bringing them back in Lords Wood. The pain in his right eye subsided, though the throbbing headache returned full force once the adrenaline cam crashing down. Reza still gritted his teeth as he assessed his own body; punctured wounds from Jörmungandr’s fangs on his arm began to close on itself as the spirits honoured the pack between them, and so was the wounds on his neck. He waited with bated breath for the consequence of forcing open the spiritual communication like it always did, but nothing came to. Perhaps the Gods’ power overrode the curse?

Reza turned to his companion, the situation was too somber for his liking, everyone was still reeling from what just happened. forcing himself to relax his body with a loud exhale as he took a step towards Helia and co.. He opened his mouth to speak, but there were no words that came from his lips. Instead, a coughing fit started to hit him, blood and black bile mixed together and stained his palm as he covered his mouth. His body crumpled as waves of pain engulfed him, his body spasmed and twitching on the ground as he choked on his own blood and vomit.

Ah, so it was delayed, he idly thought, his eyes rolled to the back of his head as he started to lose consciousness from the immense pain. Muffled voices started to echo in his ears alongside a loud ringing from the spirits buzzing frantically around him. They wouldn’t be able to heal him from this, which was unfortunate. Reza tried to fight back the sleep that was gnawing at him, searching for Helia or Chae, or Hell, even Evanora, that edgy bastard. Who does she think anyway? The punisher? I should tease her about it. But sleep came to him anyway, his body felt heavy and limp on the wet forest ground. And though he knew not to, Reza let his consciousness slipped anyway, with such a silly thought in his mind and a small smirk on his lips.

==To be continued==

#blood tw #bodily harm tw #reza: hc para #I had to sneak away from work to write this cause I'm overflowing with idea #to torture reza 😈

[bnha-dumpster]

The thought of a submissive incubus just came to mind and now I can’t stop imagining the reader (incubus) trying to take control of the situation but gets fucked and tamed instead.

this? this is a good idea. i feel like doing some priest au iida lmao

Pairing: Priest Iida x Incubus Reader Content tags/warnings: dub-con, dom/sub dynamics, spanking, mind break/mild dumbification, aphrodisiac spit Word count: 1.6k

You’re a poor excuse of an incubus, you know this. Naturally submissive, shy and introverted, inexperienced with sex- all things that an incubus shouldn’t be. You’ve been feeding off of other incubi and some succubi for energy. You knew that it wouldn’t last forever, that you’d eventually have to feed off humans. But it’s dangerous with your submissive nature. That’s why you’ve been trying to stay with your kind for as long as possible. 

Now you’ve been tossed out, left on your own without any sort of advice. There’s an intense hunger inside you that’s clawing at you, one that’s clouding your reasoning. You stumble through the streets as if you’re drunk. Humans ignore you thinking you’re just an annoying drunk and you know you’re not going to get energy in time. 

Then you run into a priest. 

“No, I’m fine-” Your speech is slightly slurred as you protest his help. A priest is the last person you need to run into right now. He’ll exorcise you or contain you until you tell him about other incubi in town. Both things scare you and you try to tug yourself out of his hold. Unfortunately for you, the priest you’ve run into is not only stubborn but strong. If you weren’t so weak, you might’ve been able to break away. There are so many things that would’ve been solved if you weren’t so weak.

He helps you walk, leading you to his church. The second you reach the steps, you tug on his cassock and shake your head. 

“I can’t go in there. I can’t. I’m sorry, I can’t.” 

Your hopes of him listening to you are crushed instantly as he shushes you and opens the large doors. The moment you step in, your already fading human disguise vanishes. Large, spiraling horns protrude from the sides of your head, a thin tail at the base of your spine, your hands and feet turned to claws and the small tattoo below your navel; if he can’t tell you’re an incubus from this, you don’t know what will.

The priest stops and stares at you, letting go of you. You fall to your knees on the floor, no longer strong enough to keep yourself standing. It’s humiliating to be found out in such a way. Though it’s your fault for allowing yourself to be grabbed by the priest in the first place. 

“An incubus?” He seems a bit curious as he kneels before you, lifting your chin to look at your face. “You’re not doing so well. What happened to you?” 

What little pride you have left keeps you from answering. 

“You must be hungry. While my fellow clergy may look down at me for this, I’ll help you.”

Confusion is clear on your face. You look at him like he’s insane. Maybe he is, but the thought of being able to feed matters a bit more than figuring out where the hell his common sense went. 

“I thought incubi were good at pleasing their partners.” He’s mocking you. The priest, who introduced himself as Iida Tenya, looks down at you as you do your best to take him into your mouth. He’s thick and your jaw aches slightly, but that ache naturally turns into pleasure that goes straight to your core. “You’re inexperienced, aren’t you? Don’t worry, I’ll help you.” 

Hands grab your horns and force your face further, making you take his cock down your throat. While you don’t gag, you’re clearly uncomfortable. You claw at his wrists to make him stop but it doesn’t seem to bother him. 

“See, you take all of your partner’s cock into your mouth.” Iida groans. “Suck and move your tongue around it. You can do it, I’m sure you can.” 

Surely he’s making fun of you. You may not be like the others, but you can still do what you were born to do. So you begin to bob your head up and down, letting things come to you naturally. His cock is heavy on your tongue as you lick the underside of it, teasing the vein that runs along it. You make use of your lack of gag reflex and make sure that you take him fully each time. 

It seems like it’s working, like you’re gaining some semblance of control. Just from this, energy is already beginning to flow your body. If you can make him cum, then maybe-

“Tsk, I thought you’d be better than this.” Seems like he knows exactly what’s going through your mind. “Do you really think you can overtake a priest when you’re in such a state? Don’t be foolish.” 

You’re tugged off his cock. Iida is about to grab you by your hair and bring you up onto the bed until you press a hand on his lower stomach. You have enough strength to leave a branding: a piece of incubus magic that forces a human to be overcome with lust. It typically leaves them a mess, unable to do anything but beg for pleasure. But going along with your lack of luck, it backfires. 

The feeling of intense lust fills the room and instead of the priest curling in himself, he drags you onto the bed by your horns. You’re laying on the bed with your ass up, Iida already lining himself up with your hole. 

“Natural lubricant, hm?” There’s a bit of slick coating your ass and inner thighs. It’s something incubi are able to make when they’re anticipating being the bottom. 

He pushes in slowly. Your hole greedily swallows his cock, clenching around it to milk him. Iida grabs hold of your tail and wraps it around his hand like a leash, using it to bring your ass against his hips. You can feel the heat of the brand and the lust radiating from him. The fact that he’s managing to stay even the slightest bit composed is amazing. 

“You’re begging for me to give in, aren’t you? You just want me to let go and let you have your way with me, yes?” 

“C-clearly!” 

Once the words leave your lips, a harsh spank is left on your ass. The pain instantly changes to pleasure and you tighten around him. He begins to spank you more, enjoying the way your walls clench and shudder with each impact. You’re doing your best to hold in any moans and pleasured noises to spite Iida. It’s all you can seem to manage to do. Even with strength filling you, he’s still got a good hold on you.

Your cock twitches from neglect. It’s not that you need it to be touched, you just prefer it. Yes, you can cum without touching it, but you want to touch it. So you reach between your legs to pump your cock, letting out a small groan. But your hand is swatted away. 

“Who said you could touch yourself?

He lets go of your tail and and pulls out, watching you flip yourself over. His cock twitches in anticipation when you pull him towards you for a kiss. 

Your tongue is long and clearly inhuman. It invades his throat and nearly makes him gag. The properties of your saliva are forgotten, letting his mind become a haze. Between the brand fueling his lust and the sudden warmth caused by your saliva, he loses what little cleric dignity he had. 

Iida pulls your face away from his by your hair, pushing you back onto the bed so he can thrust into you again. Your legs go over his shoulders and you’re able to recognize that the priest has you in a mating press before he begins to pound into you. He smashes his lips against yours, mouth open- he’s asking you to kiss him more. You happily do so, thinking that the haze he’s being enveloped in will give you a chance to take control. Lips mash against each other as you shove your spit down his throat with your tongue. 

The aphrodisiacs in his system must be too much and he cums, filling you. A strange daze washes over you and you lose your focus on the brand. Is this what human energy is like? It’s absolutely addicting. That addicting feeling pushes you over the edge, your own cock covering your stomach in cum. Your eyes roll back into your skull and you lose yourself for a few seconds.

He hasn’t stopped and you don’t think he will anytime soon. His cock is still hard, stretching you and pushing his cum even deeper inside you. 

“Maybe I’ll keep you, hm?” When did he regain his mind? “Keep you like a little pet. You’ll have to rely on me to survive anyways.”

Your mind is still in a haze and he takes advantage of it. He continues to pound into you with no pause, his own stamina still high. While your cock is limp against your stomach, he watches as more cum dribbles out of it. 

“Be a good incubus and cum more and more. If you do what I ask, I’ll give you more than you could ever need.” 

If you could think properly, you would curse how obedient your body is. Your cock twitches to life for a few moments before you cum again, an almost never ending stream of cum landing on your stomach. He groans as your walls clench around him. It’s like your body is begging for more of him, which it is. 

“There you go. I’ll keep you here so you can’t hurt anyone else.” That’s not the real reason he’s keeping you, but that doesn’t matter. You’re already lost to his words, the feeling of a human’s energy destroying your mind.

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Level Two

Word count: 2.6K

Cw: pussyjob, exhibitionism, slight voyeurism, oral (fem!receiving), infidelity if you squint, unedited.

This fic and the fics following will contain monster fucking, cucking and threesomes!! If you are not comfortable, try out some of my other works, and Miggi's creations, but if you wish to proceed, remember, sharing is caring.

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From a young age you were taught to keep your emotions in check. Queens must never show weakness to enemies. Crying and screaming were to be left in private, so that you came off as cool and collected. The Mushroom kingdom needs someone level-headed. They need someone they know won't act rashly.

You came to a conclusion that you were the one they needed, the Queen that could handle herself in any situation. You could get a husband, rule a kingdom, maybe even raise some spawns of yourself. You were convinced you had the bag, but now, sitting on a boulder at the falls and watching two sweaty, bulky men wrestle and growl at each other, you weren't so sure.

You had been trying to keep your emotions in check the whole week. Kirishima was constantly inviting you to hang with him and Bakugou, and you didn't know how much you could take. Kirishima's kisses had you on fire,, his big hands grabbing at your ass and tongue sliding against yours, but Bakugou's heated stares and occasional touches had your head spinning in confusion and arousal. He had a weird thing for grabbing and kneading at your hips, and it was starting to get to you.

Kirishima had invited you to join him and Bakugou in a swim at the falls, the water there crisp and beautiful, said to bring years of youth to whoever was worthy. Of course, you agreed. Any princess would jump at the opportunity to swim in a magic body of water with her suitor and his dreamy friend. Kirishima had shown up in blue swim trunks, an extra change of clothes cradled in his strong arms and some sandwiches to munch on later. Bakugou wore a black loin cloth, bigger and a little longer than the one he usually wore. His choker and bracelets were laid out in the grass next to Kirishima's clothes and the food, but he didn't look any less intimidating. If anything, he looked even scarier, hair drenched and falling down around his eyes, glowing red as he growls and bares his fangs, pouncing on Kiri and snarling out threats.

"M'gonna destroy you, Red."

"You have to catch me first, Bro!"

Kirishima dives under the water, Bakugou following shortly after, and you chuckle to yourself. 

Soon, though, you start to get worried, cause it's been almost 2 minutes and they haven't come back up. 

Calling their names, you shrug your cover up off and get in the water, shivering slightly at the chill. As you get deeper and deeper, water up to your chest, you start to panic.

"Kiri? Bakugou? If this is a joke it's not-ah-!"

You scream in surprise and slight fear as you're suddenly lifted onto a broad, scarred chest. Your thighs are on either side of it, and  tense up when you feel the vibrations of a deep, raspy chuckle, and you fight the urge to thread your shaky fingers in ash blonde hair.

"Bakugou, put me down."

You try to keep your voice leveled but he picks up on the tremble, big, warm hands reaching up to grab at the fat of your hips, lifting you up further onto his chest.

"That wouldn't be fun now would it Princess?"

You gasp, glancing down at how your cunt is inches away from his mouth, drool spilling around the corners as he struggles to keep his eyes on yours.

“Seriously, y-you gotta…” your voice wavers as you meekly push at his drenched hair, momentarily losing your train of thought when he’s tongue lolls out, sticky with saliva and long. “What if Kiri sees us?”

“If ya keep quiet, he won’t.” The fleeting look of hunger and a nip on your thigh is all the warning you get. 

Bakugou guns for your cunt before you can answer and you act like he shocked you by the way you lurch forward, jaw slanted, clinging to his curved horns, entire body shivering from the firm laps on your mound. Even with the bottom half of the swimsuit on, you could still feel every lick in pin point detail, every nudge of his hot muscles between your folds, just barely pressing into your hole and tongue flicking over your clit. Bakugou can feel it too- the way you're throbbing on his tongue, can even taste the mix of his drool and your arousal seeping through quicker then he was lapping. It drove him wild.

He groans, eyes a little crossed to watch his handy work, hoists you higher and shakes his head further between your legs and your eyes roll back when he starts sucking on your entire pussy. Too hard for you to keep quiet. Too hard for the slurps not to sound exactly like what it looks like. 

“B-Bakugou, it’s too much!” You pant, quick and shallow, yet use your weak grip on his horns to hump his face desperately. “I think I’m g-gonna… gonna…!”

He growls, literally growls like the beast he is, and you almost do cum just by his fiery look up at you with a mouthful of your twitching cunny, unlatching with a wet pop that has sticky strings of your slick smacking on his chin. 

“Take it off.” He demands, words coming out muffled because he’s already back on your cunt. “Wanna taste you cummin’ in my mouth. C’mon, Princess. Lemme drink you up, baby.”

A shaky hand slips between the two of you, pulling your bathing suit to the side, and the next moment you’re squealing to the heavens above when Bakugou curled his tongue into you, spreading your walls apart on his tongue. His eyes flickered closed with a deep moan at the sensation of you spasming around him, juices nearly flooded into his mouth, but he gulps it down greedily, Adam’s apple bobbing and cheeks hollowing. 

You have no idea how long you stayed arched in his mouth riding out your orgasm, unable to tell if you were seeing clouds or if your vision really went that blurry. For one last time, Bakugou shook his head on your cunt and pulled back with a “puah!”, hot huffs of his breaths panting on your drenched up sex. God, you tasted better than you smelled. Bakugou would live between your thighs if he could, make you moan and squeal like you did, make you flush and look completely fucked out, so pretty as you stare down at him with lidded, hazy eyes, plump lips parted to catch your breath, gentle fingers raking his hair and the base of his horns that sent shivers down his spine. 

He’d have you forever if he could. If only you weren’t promised to-

“Bakugou, you drowned or something? Where are you, man?” Kirishima’s voice comes from behind some boulders a small distance away from where the two of you are and your heart skyrockets to your throat, the sudden tightness in your gut clenching all of you up in dread. Bakugou on the other hand just slid you down into the water, trying to keep any splashing sounds to a minimum, though both of you had to swallow back a sound when you brushed over his bulge on the way down. 

Bakugou swims by you in time to Kiri finally rounding the rocks, brows creased and a little pout on his lips, and you relaxed a bit when you realized he was upset over swimming alone all this time. His eyes flick from Bakugou to you, pout disappearing as he perked up a bit in surprise.

 “(Y/N), when did you get into the water?”

You open your mouth but don't get a word out. “Came in lookin’ f’us.” Bakugou says nonchalantly, glances over his shoulder to you and you don’t miss the heat of his stare bouncing up your form for a hot second. “Clearly worried over nothin’.”

Oh, this bastard…

Kirishima hums as he swims your way, gives you his million dollar sweet smile with a gentle cup of your cheeks. “Sorry, baby. Didn’t mean to make you worry.”

Your bottom lip puckers in a pout even though you’re already long since mad, specially with his thumb brushing drawing circles on your cheek. “Just warm me next time. Thought you idiots drowned yourselves…”

“Sorry sorry.” He laughs and pecks you a few times all over your face, until he’s kissing you on the lips, a kiss that goes on longer than expected as he slots his mouth with yours and moves his lips with passion and adoration. Your mind gets fuzzy, consumed by Kiri’s kiss and body still reeling from your moment with Bakugou, your thighs clenching underwater because your insides craved for more. 

When Kirishima pulls away, you catch a fleeting glance over to Bakugou, a heavy and solemn look on his face, conflict in his eyes before he turns away too late once he caught you staring and it all comes rushing down on you- the clear weight of guilt on your shoulders. The worst part is that you don’t know what it’s aimed at- for going behind Kirishima’s back like this? Or for making Bakugou see you with someone else while he gets scraps of affection?

You tell Kirishima that you’re alright when he asks if something is wrong, then go back to growing when he turns to resume wrestling his friend. 

Way to keep your emotions in check, huh?

The rest of the morning goes by fast, the guys wolfing down their sandwiches and still being hungry, Kirishima offering to run into town quickly and grab some more food.

You agree, standing up to go with him but being surprised when he pushes you back down, a look you can't place in his eyes as his own flicker to Bakugou, who's uprooting weeds next to you.

"Stay here, 'kay?"

You nod, dazed, and watch him disappear into the bushes, stealing a glance to Bakugou. 

"Bakugou…"

"M'sorry."

You tilt your head at him, but he won't meet your eyes, a scowl on his face as heat creeps up his neck. 

"I said I'm fuckin' sorrry. I went too far. You belong to Kiri, it's not m'place to-mmpf!"

You cut him off with a searing kiss, sliding yourself in his lap and grabbing his hair, making him stutter out a moan into your mouth, big hands gripping your hips and lifting you onto his abs, grinding you against him. 

You furrow your brows, the feeling of his abs rubbing against your puffy clit feels heavenly but you wanna touch him. You felt him when you were in the water earlier, throbbing and pulsing against you. You wanted him in your mouth.

He snarls against you, demanding attention back on him as he nips at your bottom lip before sliding his tongue against yours, panting heavily as his hands flex against your hips. You try to slide down a little more, moving your hands to rest on his meaty pecs and getting distracted by his puffy nipples.

They were so plump and flushed, they looked so sensitive it probably fucking hurt. You pull away from his mouth with a whine, trying not to smile when he chases your lips.

"You sure about this, Princess? If Kiri finds out he'll be-fuck, baby, Whaddya'doin?"

You don't answer, just give him a look under your lashes as you suckle on his nipple, eyes closing in bliss as the smell of him envelops you, fresh and crisp from the water but still musky and smoky. 

You scrape your teeth against him gently, then lick over the reddened area and moan as you suck once again.

You notice he had gone almost deathly still, and you look up at him only to almost cream yourself at the sight.

His eyes were rolled back in his head, fist in his mouth and drool spilling around the corners, dribbling down his flushed face and neck. He was trying so hard not to moan, cause he knew if he made a sound it would be loud enough for the whole Mushroom kingdom to hear.

He fucking loved getting his nipples played with, but virtually no one knew and he tried to play it off but fuck, you had him melting. 

"Yhew don' like it?"

Your words are muffled around his tit, saliva slowly trailing down his chest and forming a puddle in the divets of his abs.

"I-fuck, cut it out brat."

He tries to sound authoritative, but his voice is whiny, and you can already feel the bruises he's pressing into your hips. You hum, leaning back to look at his flushed chest, earning yourself a sigh of relief-quickly turning into a choked whimper when you switch to the other nipple, using one of your hands to tweak and pinch one while the other hand threads into his hair, grazing the sensitive base of his horns and knocking his eyes back, mouth dropping open and hands coming up to silence himself, allowing you to try and shimmy your way down onto his lap.

His unoccupied hand grips your hip even tighter, trying to keep you up and away from his cock.

"Bakugou-! Wan' yer cock"

You slur, grinding your hips onto his stomach, covered clit rubbing against his bushy pubes.

"You couldn't handle it sweetheart. We shouldn't even be doing this."

You roll your eyes, popping off his nipple and withdrawing your hands from him, reaching down to pry his hand off of your hip.

"Who are you to tell me what I can and cannot handle? You don't know what-oh."

You're cut off when he drops you down, cock sliding through your folds even over the bathing suit, so big and veiny you could feel every pulse and twitch through your bottoms.

You immediately push your swimsuit to the side, rubbing your slit up and down his dick, clit getting caught on various ridges and occasionally twitching when a throbbing vein rubbed against it. You couldn't keep your sounds down even if you wanted to, leaning forward to moan into Bakugou's ear, feeling a shudder rip through his spine.

You were making his mind foggy, he couldn't stop his hips from rutting up, knot starting to swell even though he tried to hold it back. He couldn't do this right now, even getting this far dangerous, he was way too close to his rut and couldn't risk getting you pregnant, no matter how much that thought made his head spin. Fuck, he couldn't stop thinking of you slamming those perfect fucking hips down onto his knot as you begged him to give you his kids, pleaded with him to make you a mommy-shit

His head falls forward and sharp teeth dig into your shoulder, a snarl vibrating your body before your thighs, pussy and stomach are drenched with thick cum. He can't stop, hips jerking and thighs shaking as he roars into your skin, knot still swollen and sensitive but the burning need inside of him is satiated for now. 

Before he can even lift his head up to say something, he catches a whiff of arousal, and strangely enough it isn't yours. It smells more woodsy, intense with a sweet musk, somewhat...manly?

Oh fuck.

Kirishima.

Bakugou scrambles to get up, looking at you in horror and then looking over to the trees, catching a glimpse of dark red eyes before they disappear behind a nearby tree.

"Clean yourself off in the water, Kiri will be back soon."

You stare dreamily up at him, confused as to why he looks so uneasy all of a sudden but obeying nonetheless, standing on wobbly legs and feeling dense and gooey cum drip down your legs in long streaks, a nagging feeling in the back of your fuzzy mind telling you how much of a waste it was that none of it was inside you. You make your way back to the water, unaware of two sets of red locked onto you.

#bakugo smut #bakugou katsuki smut #bakugou smut #katsuki bakugou smut #bakugou thirst #kirishima eijirou smut #bakugou x reader #bowser!bakugou #mario!kirishima #kirishima thirst #kirishima smut #kiribaku x reader #kiribaku smut #neptunewrites🪐 #galacticcollabs #prettymiggi🪐

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sequel time - when you do the thing

18+ // minors and ageless blogs dni <33

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When you imagined getting fucked later that night, you figured it would be by techno. Fate had other plans when you slipped out of his arms to get a glass of water, possibly ambushed or not. You found yourself holding onto the edges of the fridge, tits pressing against the cold metal as two fingers press on your tongue, trying to muffle your noises as he shoved his cock inside and bruised your hips with how hard he held them, his moans almost betraying the darkness.

He takes the fingers out of your mouth, dick out of your cunt, and spins you around, coming in close for a kiss but your mouths don't close around another. Stays open as you breathe heavy, him sliding your spit onto your clit, rubbing you into a tizzy. You bite his lip trying to contain your self and he lifts your leg, and both of you move at the same time, you with your other leg to wrap around his waist and him walking the two of you to a counter. This specific counter has probably been fucked on by several people. But all incidents start and end with you cumming on it.

He slides back in and the way you two covered each other's mouth twisted your stomach into knots like you couldn't believe. "F-fuck, look how beautiful you look, so fucking pretty when you moan my name like- shit, just like that," he whines into your ear, and it's a hymn you've never heard, always just as addicting as the first time you fucked him. Couldn't get enough. Always came back for more. Or at the very least, never turned him down or away.

Too easy, too easy for you to beat your eyelashes and whine about how something's too hard for you to do, how he could only help you. Techno never minded, always secretly loved it when you got along with his family, it was what he wanted. Never did he think that in the first twenty seconds his brother went into the office with you, did he ever stop to think that you pressed his brother against the desk and mouthed his dick through his boxers.

That was the start of it, yes, but this certainly wouldn't be the last, you thought to yourself on an empty mind, most of your head is busy with the fact Wilbur is fucking your brains out as quickly and as quietly as possible.

"Are yo-are you close?" He asks, biting at your neck, thrusts becoming sloppy. No doubt he was.

You whine into his ear- dangerously close.

He pulls out, cursing as he does and before you can curse him out, he drops to his knees and drives a tongue down your slit, your spine twitching as a hand came up to hold your moans in, you using one hand to cover it and the other to wrap itself in his hair, needing something to ground you on as he tears one out of you, tongue fucking your insides, drinking up your juices and coming back up with a shiny chin. Grinning with a pant, you don't hesitate to swipe a stripe across his lips, tasting yourself and it tasted exactly as you thought.

Sinful as ever.

"Here, let me get you," you move to hop off the counter but he just wraps himself around you, mumbling something barely coherent. But you catch it and you take his close proximity to slide his dick back inside you.

"Came just from eating me out? How'd I get so lucky?" You smile something a little softer, something a little more pure than the scene just performed.

He falls for the bait, hook, line and sinker.

You hop off the counter anyways, making sure to steal one last kiss before you clean yourself off, Wilbur already gone by the time you figure you can head back into your boyfriend's room.

As you're about to enter his room, something catches in your eye. In the bathroom next to it, you find the lights on and Phil sitting on the counter by the sink, eyes off as he holds a cloth to his forehead. You figure why not give him a hand, be a good future-daughter-in-law. Something absolutely practical. You leave the door open just a little.

What's the harm if nothing wrong is happening?

Phil's eyes open, and they latch onto your half naked figure. Watch as you fish out his cock out of his briefs and into your mouth. He breathes in heavily, head turning just a bit just enough to catch the sight of the open door.

You were bad.

And yet, he wouldn't dare think about taking your mouth off of him. Your warm, tight mouth that works up and down his shaft, your fingers pumping the rest you can't fit inside and he lays a guiding hand on your head, finding it intoxicating how you eased whatever was happening, into him fucking your skull. Hands on your head, pushing you all the way down on his dick, could feel your throat choking on him. Feels your nose touching his pubes. Always too much, you're always too much too fast, already gone.

Cummed down your throat and you didn't even hesitate to swallow.

"Get some sleep," he nods towards Techno's room, and you give him a quick kiss. He's surprised when your tongue shoves something inside his mouth and he finds out very quickly that it's his cum. Pulling you back into another kiss before he leaves, breathing you in and holding you close, just for one moment more.

He knows just how cruel life can be. And who is crueler than he?

You know he watches you enter the dark room and Techno is startled awake when you jump back into the bed, hands sprawling across his chest as you sit on his crotch. "Darling, aren't you tired?" His voice vibrates through you, and you hum, maybe you were. But not for the reasons he assumed. And yeah, maybe you were. But the thought of fucking your boyfriend after you did his brother? God, it got you going like nothing else. Except. Maybe doing his dad and then him.

You giggle and whisper to him you couldn't sleep. Rocking your hips, you start a steady rhythm, you'll slip him inside soon. "You gonna let me use you for a bit? Just for a tiny bit?" You lean down to whisper in his ears and he tells you to be his guest.

Sliding your wet cunny across his shorts, you know there'll be a stain. But you don't particularly care at this moment, no, you'll use him like you said and sleep blissfully aware of the fact you've fucked the Craft men. All, twice.

You slip your hand underneath the band, finding his cock and breathing out, always so big. Even soft, he's big. Spitting into your hand, you rub him a little, just to get him going, if not to prepare him for you a little. Not that you weren't properly opened. From the amount of times Techno's opened your legs and settled between them, you've lost count today. And though sore, it's addicting.

When you slide yourself down on his cock, he watches with lazy, half-lidded eyes as his hands come up and squeeze your chest periodically. You sit there, though, once you've sunk all the way, sit and soak in the feeling of being stretched. Sure, his simp of a brother bruised your insides with his brutally fast pace, but your boyfriend would hurt just getting inside of you.

He was, well and properly, built differently.

He's the first to move, guiding your hips again and deep groans leaving his throat. Shuddered breaths leave your throat and it makes you chase that coil in the bottom of your stomach, tightening it with every roll, every time you bounced on his lap. Every time you say his name and your insides flutter around him.

He comes first, but as he promised, he lets you use him, hands fisting the sheets until you move them back to your chest, panting as you grinned. "Almost there, baby, think you can hold on for me?" He finally sits up, lips attaching to your neck and sucking hickeys into them, groaning as you continue riding him.

It hits you hard and fast as his hands come around and squeeze your ass, pressing you close to him and as you spasm around him, he groans. You pant in his ear and eyes wonder in the dark, trailing the muscles in his back as he breathes heavy into your skin still.

"Would you believe me if I said you got me worked up again?" You scoff, a soft laugh spilling from your lips.

"You can use my mouth but I'm going to bed," you kiss the edge of his mouth, climbing off of him and falling next to him, pulling the covers back over you. "Goodnight!"

#wipes #c: technoblade smut #c: philza smut #c: simpbur smut #tw: cheating #fucked up kinda #i think akdjjsdj

[holdontorogers]

dumbification with steve? innocence kinda corruption kink too if u wanna

࿐ 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥, 𝐬.𝐫.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠; nomad!Steve x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲; You were on Steve’s side during the Civil War events, now you had to go undercover, just like him. After a few months apart, Steve has missed you more than both of you could’ve imagined. But he will surely make sure you know that.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭; 1,500

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; 18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI, porn with little no plot, swearing, dumbification, mocking (dumb girl, cockdrunk), pet-names (pretty girl, honey, sweetheart), corruption kink, dom!Steve, face-fucking, blowjob, fingering, unprotected sex, degradation, size kink (Steve is huge, reader doesn’t think it will fit), slight breeding kink (Steve cums inside reader).

𝐚/𝐧; GIF NOT MINE CREDITS HERE. REQUESTS ARE OPEN! Made this with Nomad!Steve bc 🤤 why not? Okay, I didn’t expect to go so far out with this one but oh God. I guess writing smut is my new passion lol.

It has been months since he even heard from you. After a while running together, you ended up going separate ways. He wanted you. It was that simple. And at this point, after all of the events that led him to go undercover and a fugitive, he couldn’t care less. All he knew is that he wanted to cross lines with you, tonight.

You barely recognized him when he arrived at your new hidden place. The calm blue ocean that once shaped his eyes seemed dark and dangerous now. Those angelic eyes and clean face were replaced by wild, almost animalistic eyes. And the beard. Oh, Lord, the beard. You whimpered at the feeling of it rubbing your skin when he hugged you. You also didn’t think Steve could get bigger — but there he was. Broader shoulder, stealth suit fitting his muscles perfectly, and an evil smirk on his face.

“How you’ve been sweetheart?” the pet-name sending shrives down your spine. You simply stare at him, taking in all his features. “Did you lose your words, honey?” your eyes widened at his words, the blue in his eyes almost disappearing as they grew darker. Steve licked his lips staring at you, you could feel the pooling in your panties just by staring at him. Unable to move or do anything thing. You wanted him, it was that simple.

The only problem is that this Steve seemed dangerous, experienced, rough; and you barely knew how to do a proper blowjob at best, lacking much of the experienced he seemed to master by now. But you knew that for him you would do it. Whatever he asked, you were his. Ready for whatever he was willing to give up. You bit your lower lips, lost in your thoughts.

Steve held a groan, the sight of you pressing your thighs together as you looked at him playing hoops in his mind. He left a heavy breath, his dagger eyes focused on all your movements. He could smell your arousal from his place. Carefully, he went forward, cupping a side of your face with his hand.

“What’s going on in that pretty mind of yours?” his voice was heavy just like his stare. “I’m…” Fuck, did you forgot how to speak? Was he that intoxicating? “You…” he mocked “I need to know what you want so I can give it to you, my dumb girl” his fingers caressed your cheek, as you felt your blood rushing through your body. You leaned to his touching, biting your lips hard so a moan wouldn’t escape. What was he doing to you?

“My dumb baby” he taunted “can’t barely contain the sweet sounds when I touch you” you closed your eyes and swallowed, addicted to the sound of his voice and his fingertips. “Gotta tell me what you want, put that pretty mouth of yours to use” your eyes widened at his words.

“I want you to ruin me” this time the words didn’t fail to leave your mouth. Steve had a satisfied smile on his face, dragging his thumb to your parted lips. You took them in, sucking and swirling your tongue around it, a low, strangled groan escaping his mouth at the sight.

“On your knees, pretty girl” he commanded, and you quickly sunk down to your knees. “Wanna see that pretty mouth of yours having a reason for being so out of words” he stated while undoing his belt and lowering his pants. The bulge clear in his boxers watering your mouths and making you wonder if it would fit later.

“Steve” you mumbled, after his cock sprang free from the restraining underwea. “it won’t fit” you blinked a couple of times. Steve chuckled at your words “Oh, my dumb gir, already so needy for my cock” he pouted, mocking your expression “it will fit, don’t worry. Just wait for it” he promised. You gulped and turned your eyes back to his shaft. “Now,” his authoritative tone made you look at him “Tongue out, sweetheart” another barked command, another order you followed promptly. “Eyes on me” he tilted your chin so you could actually look into his eyes, you nodded complying to all his demands.

You could taste the salty pre cum as you licked and sucked on his reddened tip. Sweet moans leaving your lips at the feeling, Steve’s hand threw back in pleasure. He gripped your hair and started thrusting into your mouth, leaving no spacing for breathing. You tugged on his thighs for support, gagging as his cock reached the back of your throat, tears falling down your eyes. The sounds and your current state only made Steve grew harder in your mouth, seeking his own release, using your mouth at his mercy.

“Doing so good for me, my dumb girl” he purred “gonna cum all over your face, fuck” he promised, almost losing his mind at the feeling “then have you bent over and dripping with my seed after I fuck you stupid” he whispered, his words fading as his release approached, curses leaving his mouth. The sounds he was making became your new favorite, he was in control but his flushed look, parted lips, groans and moans were all because of you. You hollowed your cheeks, and continue to let him use you. Suddenly he removed himself slightly as you felt hot, salty cum filling your mouth. You swallowed all he had for you, licking your lips afterwards.

Looking at him with flushed, innocent eyes, Steve pulled you up by your hair, kissing you. Teeth, tongue and his taste in your mouth mixing together in a passionate and rough kiss. Steve finally started undressing you, his lips never leaving your body. He sucked on your lips and moved to your neck, he could bruise the skin that his mouth captured. Steve wanted to let everyone know who you belonged to. As he sucked on one of your boobs, his large hands cupped the other, squeezing and pulling your nipples, making you whine for more. His fingers found your panties ripping the fabric and throwing away.

Steve removed his remaining clothes, lifting you up and placing you in the couch arm. His fingers found your pussy as he groaned at how wet you were “fuck, baby, you’re so fucking wet for me” his fingers spread your arousal through your cunt, tracing every inch, the fraction at your clit making you nearly jump. Steve pushes two fingers into you at once, stretching you open, delighting himself at how well you took them. “Feel so good squeezing my fingers, can’t wait til it’s my cock” he hissed. His thumb starting circling your clit, the pressure building inside you. You felt dizzy, numb to the feeling, gripping his shoulders as you came, hard. The coil in your stomach turning into white, hot, unimaginable, pleasure. Steve licked his fingers clean and moaned at the taste.

With an evil smile, he turned you easily, bending you over, exposing your ass and pussy for him. With a few strokes on his cock, his was ready to ruin all men for you. You whine at his tip teasing your entrance. Steve wasn’t gentle, burring all of him at once, barely giving you time to adjust to his size, impossibly stretching you to fit all of him. He started at a slow, agonizing pace, teasing you. It worked, you whined, grabbed at any resemblance of balance you could find. Almost sobbing for him to stop the torturous pace.

“Steve, I” you whined his name and his cock twitched inside you. “So cockdrunk already?” he mocked “Can’t even form words” he slowed even more, yet you thought it was impossible. “Fa-aster” you tried “Plea—” no warning, his hips started thrusting harder and faster. The pace settled made you feel the coil to form again, his dick sinking into you at every thrust. “My dumb girl” he said with raspy voice “So fucked out by me, won’t even be able to think after I’m done with you”. You could only moan his name, a mess of incoherent whines, sobs and curses leaving your lips.

Steve’s pace lost his rhythm, his release approaching. He started rubbing circles around your clit, pushing you towards the edge with him. It was all too much, the feeling of your walls contracting around him, his thumb in a perfect pace, the fact that it was Steve. You reached your orgasm soon enough, giving Steve the green light to pursue his own release. It was like shockwaves all over his body, his cock buried deep inside you, his hot cum warming you. Steve collapsed on your back, his cock beginning to soften, still inside you.

After a few heavy breaths, Steve removed himself, watching his cum dripping from your cunt, down to your thighs. He grabbed you in his arms and turned you to face him, rubbing his hand through your face. “Guess we need to clean you up” he offered, a sweet, tired smile on your lips. After that night Steve knew that no matter what happened, he wouldn’t leave you ever again. He would make sure to take care of you, protect you. No matter what.

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[selenesheart]

dazed // d.m.

word count: 2.9k

warnings: smut, rough sex, praising kink, titty fucking, single dad!draco, single mom!reader, tension, cursing, unprotected sex, a bit of wine, a bit of spit, post hogwarts, modern au

summary: the tension between your son’s best friend’s dad and you was unbearable.

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“they said they’d be here by ten!” draco heard little scorpius’ voice coming from downstairs as he made his way down. draco smiled at scorpius’ enthusiasm, remembering telling him that you and your son would be there at any moment.

draco remembered when you two agreed on you bringing your 9-year-old son to the malfoy manor to spend time with scorp a few days back.

your son had told you that he wanted to visit his best friend at the beginning of the week, who was none other than scorpius malfoy, draco malfoy’s son.

after making plans with the malfoys, you mentally prepared yourself for what was gonna come. prepare for that cocky smirk and that harsh personality that you haven’t seen in at least ten years.

as your son mentioned the name “malfoy”, your memories rushed back in, all the glances, and flirty looks. you had to admit, draco malfoy was attractive, but you knew he was nowhere near good. well at least back then.

a couple of minutes later, an expensive-looking car arrived at the manor’s entrance. you and your son were inside of this car, looking rather excited, or at least your son was.

“merlin” the slytherin whispered as soon as you stepped out of the car, draco’s eyes landing on your figure, a figure of a goddess. malfoy examined every inch of your body, he couldn’t take his eyes off you, like he was being hypnotized.

but draco wasn’t the only one being hypnotized at the moment. you, too, were admiring his tall figure, from his perfect features to his arms that appeared to be noticeably muscular. he had changed.

you took a deep breath as the children greeted each other. blinking repeatedly, your vision rose to the blonde in front of you, giving him a polite smile as if you two haven’t spent more time looking at each other than usual, taking each other in.

taking a few steps, you extended your hand to greet the older malfoy, he took your hand in his rather big one, shaking it. his tall body hovering over yours, making your mind foggy.

his eyes lingered on your small, slight shaky hands, smirking at the slight size difference. your body had changed over the past few years, as well as your gorgeous face, he noticed. his face didn’t move at all as he scanned your face, it was like he was blocking any emotion from showing.

after backing away, you greeted the younger malfoy, bending over to reach his eye level. it took all of malfoy’s self-control to not let out a strangled groan, he adjusted his collar, letting out a low breath as he tried not to let his eyes wander down, which he miserably failed to do, letting himself catch a glimpse of your covered backside.

you got back at your feet, as draco took an unsteady breath.

“why don’t we all come inside the manor?” the tall man suggested as he opened the big, black door. with one last eye contact, you made your way in, the boys coming right behind you.

your breath hitched as you entered the enormous manor, mesmerized by the elegant chandelier, you examined the room, the many floors, the ridiculously long table in the guest room.

you chuckled lowly when you heard the little “woah” that escaped your son’s lips. smiling slightly at the cheeky smirk of the two malfoys. like father, like son, you supposed.

“let’s go to outside, ‘wanna show something!” scorpius spoke to your son excitedly. after checking with you if he could go to the garden, your son ran behind scorpius. giggles were heard from outside, making you smile slightly. then, it hit you; you were in the manor with a very tall, attractive man behind you. alone.

turning around slowly, you let yourself explore him with your vision. his sleeves were rolled up to his forearm, a couple of buttons undone, veiny hands in his trouser pockets. he looked so handsome, you thought.

“so— would you fancy a cuppa?” he offered, his deep voice breaking your train of thoughts. you looked up to him feeling embarrassed, he was smiling politely down at you. you returned the smile as you responded with a soft “yes, please”.

walking down to the kitchen, you felt draco's hand brush against yours, suddenly feeling hot, even when the room was freezing. you also took notice of his kind and polite personality, he wasn’t that rude 17-year-old boy that treated everyone like garbage.

“can you help me get those glasses on the top of the drawer?” he said as the two of you arrived at the large kitchen. you hummed a response while approaching the drawer that he was referring to just a couple of seconds ago, draco leaving to get a bottle of red wine.

you placed a hand on top of the counter besides the dark drawer, lifting yourself a bit to reach the said cups. your fingertips could touch them but it was no use, you huffed, the glasses were unnecessarily high.

you jumped slightly as you felt one of malfoy’s big hands on your waist, his tall figure— once again— hovering over you, reaching his arm to the top of the drawer. your backside pressed against his front, making him close his eyes slightly, trying to remain calm.

he grabbed the cups like it was nothing, using the hand that was in your waist to turn you around. draco raised the glasses to your face with a lazy smirk spread on his face, making you roll your eyes playfully, although your self-control was slowly getting out of your reach as his long fingers were spread out, sending a shiver down your spine.

“I could’ve reached that” you joked as his long fingers slowly let go of your waist, making that spot feel empty. “it seemed like it was too high for you” he responded along with a chuckle as he made his way to the kitchen counter, where the expensive wine was located. the blonde opened the bottle easily, while you sat down in the kitchen’s chair.

draco placed the glass in front of you, pouring the red wine inside of it. your eyes betrayed you as they made their way to his long fingers full of rings, unconsciously you bit your bottom lip softly, you let your imagination wander.

imagining how his fingers would feel, so deep inside of you, stretching you. how it would feel to have them in your mouth, preventing you from making any sound as he entered you from—

“is that good?” he asked innocently, breaking you from your naughty thoughts. you took a deep breath as you mumbled a “yes” to his question. you were extremely embarrassed, all things you were thinking of the man you haven’t even seen since high school.

the two of you chatted for hours and hours, drinking, enjoying each other’s company. laughing and just chatting about each other’s life in general.

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“mum! can i stay for the night, please?” your son asked with his big doe eyes after you told him that it was time to go home. a sigh left your mouth, “in that case, i’ll come pick you up first thing tomorrow, alright?” you responded to his question, he nodded, a big smile on display.

“why don’t you stay with him?” malfoy spoke taking you off guard, turning around you saw that he was already in his pyjama pants, your breath getting heavy as you caught the sight of his exposed chest. you were about to decline his kind offer until you heard your son’s voice “yes please! stay in the manor with me!”.

“well— if there’s any room, i could stay for the night,” you sighed, “but, where am i going to stay, and besides, i have nothing to wear for bed,” you said worriedly. you furrowed your brows as you saw draco playfully roll his eyes.

“you could sleep in my room, and i’ll give you one of my shirts for you to wear” malfoy spoke softly, mentally smirking, already forming a plan in his head. your hands felt sweaty at the idea of sleeping in the same room as draco malfoy, in his clothes.

after the older man and the kids tried to convince you, you finally agreed. giving both boys a good night kiss on their foreheads, you rushed to malfoy’s room. finding no one in the room, you quickly grabbed his big white shirt and his boxers, making your way to his luxurious bathroom. you used a spell to help you clean your undergarments.

once you were done, you exited the bathroom just to find draco waiting for you in the darkroom. malfoy was mesmerized by the sight of y/n l/n wearing his see-through shirt, making your bra to be shown, causing his thoughts to go wild. all he wanted to do was rip his shirt off you and roughly massage your breasts until— he took a steady breath, containing himself.

soon enough, you were washing your face in the sink, ready to call it a night. draco stepped behind you, he extended his arm to his toothbrush in front of you. the once big room suddenly felt small.

once he was done brushing, he placed the toothbrush where it was before, causing his growing cock to make contact with your backside. you gasped as he gulped slowly, making eye contact through the bathroom mirror. hard, lust-filled eyes looking back at you.

biting your lips slightly, you turned around slowly to get a better look at his face. your vision rose to his eyes, innocent eyes looking up at him. draco had lost control. he got ahold of your cheek, bringing you up to a heated kiss. you moaned against his mouth as your fingers travelled through his hair. it all felt right.

any respectful or friendly behaviour towards each other was gone as you held tightly onto his broad shoulders, digging your nails into his skin.

the next thing you knew, the two of you were kissing, biting, licking each other like desperate animals. one of his hands travelled from your face to the end of his shirt, desperately taking it off your body, along with his black boxers.

draco groaned at the sight of your perfect body in a black set of undergarments, the sight of you looking up at him oh so innocently, the constant brushing of his erect dick against your clothed cunt. it was all driving him insane.

you arched your back off the bed, taking off your bra eagerly, breasts flowing free. malfoy wasted no time on grabbing your soft mounds, playing with them, kissing them, almost worshiping them.

“merlin— ” he breathed against your chest, the vibrations adding to the pleasure “i can’t wait to see your tits bouncing up and down” his words alone made you even wetter if that was possible. you were dripping.

you cried out as he took one of your nipples in his mouth, biting it softly. your hands were once again located on top of his head, your fingers threaded through his silky hair.

“‘m gonna fuck your tits, alright?” he asked—more like demanded— as you moaned softly at the thought of malfoy in top of you fucking your breasts. your panties started feeling uncomfortable now, you couldn’t control your arousal. you should’ve pushed him away, and tell me to stop, but you couldn’t, you didn’t want him to stop.

and now, here you were, your son’s best friend’s dad on top of you, ready to gain an orgasm from your tits, it felt like you were in heaven. he looked divine. his sweaty hair going everywhere, his dark pupils, toned body. such a beautiful sight.

he positioned himself on top of your torso, his muscular legs on either side of you. you looked at his face, waiting for his next move. he spat between your breasts, as he placed his throbbing cock in between. you grabbed each one of your boobs, bringing them together to create friction.

“that feels so good, darling argh—” draco groaned as he started moving his hips, front to back, causing his dick to leak some pre-cum across your breasts. his breathing got heavier as you stuck out your tongue to lick his red tip.

he moved faster while you moved your tits up and down, following his rhythm. it felt like he had died and gone to heaven, the feeling was unmatchable. he couldn’t wait to have your aching pussy stuffed with his dick. plus, the look in your face had him almost cumming right there and then.

but he fought the urge to cum in your tits. malfoy suddenly stopped and lowered himself to play with your folds, teasing you with his twitching tip.

“i want you inside me, please” you don’t know what took over but you pleaded like your life depend upon it. the infamous smirk was back at his face, a low chuckle leaving his pink lips.

“what do you want inside, darling?” he rubbed your desperate clit with one of his fingers, making you cry out in desperation “do still want my fingers?” he asked, causing you to furrow your brows. what was he talking about? still?

“oh don’t play dumb on me now. just a few hours ago you were wishing my fingers were inside your panties, fingering you. did you forgot about the legilimency spell, already?” he scoffed leaving you dumbfounded, he read your mind while you were thinking about him having his finger deep inside of your cunt. you gulped loudly as you looked deep into his eyes, looking for some type of sign that would tell you that he was trying to embarrass you.

but there wasn’t any.

“don’t you worry princess. you’re gonna get something even better” draco whispered as he winked down at you. your excitement level growing by the minute.

draco sucked on your sensitive breast as his hand made its way to his erect cock, gripping it while he teased your tight entrance. his other hand coming down to your thigh to expand your legs more. one of his thumb traveled through your glistening folds, smirking at how wet you were.

“i’ve never wanted to fuck someone so bad, until now” he breathed against your collarbone, your hands gripping his muscular forearms tightly. his words made you let out a soft moan before you realized.

he entered you as his mouth filled with praises, praises that made you clench around him in the most delicious way possible. after years of not having sex, this was all you needed.

“fuck— you feel so good, princess” he moaned lowly, your moans getting louder as he thrust in and out of your tight hole. one of your hands was placed on top of your mouth, trying to be silent.

“these walls are pretty thick. which means we can be as loud as we want” he spoke to you as he took your hand off your mouth and started thrusting his hips even faster. his grunts were the most arousing things you would ever hear.

his thrusts got harsher, making your tits bounce up and down repeatedly. loud whines and moans were heard coming from you as you dug your nails into his soft skin. his balls slapping against your skin while he circled your clit rapidly.

“you look so pretty with my cock inside of you, sweetheart. see how i’m filling you up?” he said with a hoarse voice. you whined ‘yesyesyes’ as he lifted your leg to his waist, the new position making him hit your g-spot repeatedly.

“you’re doing so good f'me baby— shit” the attractive man swore as he felt you clench around him. he fisted the bedsheets from the pleasure. his thrusts were getting rougher, balls slapping against your skin.

“are— ” malfoy breathed “are you clo—close?” he asked before he connected his lips to your overstimulated nipples once again. he roughly massaged the other breast, slapping it once in a while. his main goal is to make you cum before him.

“yes!” you gasped when draco’s big hands suddenly held your hips, lifting them to reach even further into you. he was going at an animalistic speed, you couldn’t even keep up.

“c’mon, come for me baby, show me how good you feel” he breathed against your lips, you grabbed the back of his head, pushing him down on you, kissing him roughly while you were thrown off the edge.

the two of you moaned against each other’s mouth as you squeezed malfoy’s cock tightly, milking him down. draco kept thrusting into you, his cum spilling out too, riding you out of your high. the blonde man disconnected his lips from yours as he pulled out.

the sensation of pulling out made you both moan softly, both cums dripping out of your hole and onto the bedsheets. draco was quick to collect the dripping cum and shove it inside of you with his fingers, causing you to arch your back off the bed and moan softly at the feeling of his fingers.

after catching your breath, you opened your eyes just to see the 27-year-old man that you just fucked beside the bed, who was already looking down at you with a sweaty face. and you would be lying if you said that his next words didn’t make you wet.

“i’m not done with you, yet. get in all four for me, darling”

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