#GET YOUR DIRTY FLESH APPENDAGES AWAY

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AU episode idea: The “antagonist” accidentally saves the day

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𝔓𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔶 𝔉𝔩𝔲𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔡 | 𝔐𝔄𝔗ℨ 𝔵 ℜ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯 | 𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔱 ℑℑ

♡ Pairing: Wolf hybrids MATZ x bunny reader ♡ Genre: smut, hybrids!Au ♡ Word Count: 17.8k ♡ Summary: Debts must always be repaid, even if they are not your own, and you will learn this cruel lesson from your own bitter sweet experience. Or where innocent bunnies are the most delicious dessert for the big bad wolf 𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔱 ℑ ♡ WARNING: Unprotected sex, Mommy/Alpha! Seonghwa, Daddy/Alpha! Hongjoong, Omega/Bunny! Reader, оral knotting, stomach bulge, vaginal knotting, breeding, fingering, choking, degrading, pet names, spit kink, size kink, face fucking, hair pulling, manhandling, threesomes, dirty talk, explicit sexual content, explicit language, squirting, pussy slapping, dacryphilia, oral, cum eating, overstimulation and more.

𝕻𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖎𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖍𝖆��𝖊 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖆𝖑𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖞. 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖉 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖎𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖕𝖚𝖗𝖊, 𝖉𝖊𝖕𝖗𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖉 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖋𝖚𝖑 𝖘𝖒𝖚𝖙.

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ℌ𝔬𝔩𝔶 𝔅𝔲𝔫𝔫𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔗𝔞𝔤 𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 ❣ @slvtiny @aokay1010 @kpopmonstur @hwanring @unlikelysublimekryptonite @onedumbho3 @stolasisyourparent @meljoongiee @staytiny816 @cotton-candycloudz @prettygirl-miraa @hyukssunflower @captain-joongz @mingtinysworld @thatnerdytomboy @peachygiku @acetruepunk @darlingaurora-h @lelerocks0825 @fr34k4c1dr41n @tinyqaa @luvyev @atiny1507 @xhexy @wisejudgedragonhairdo

♡ A/N: So, are the bunnies ready to go down to hell and come back up again? This is the most detailed, twisted, and incredibly sexy thing I've ever written. You were warned.

𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖚𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖚𝖓𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖊 ❧ 𝔖𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫 𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔱

My adorable bunnies, I love you. Reblogs and comments are welcome. divider by @cafekitsune

As soon as Seonghwa seems satisfied enough, he finally pulls his beautiful, sinful mouth away from your pussy, which is now red and swollen from all the aggressive caresses. You sob pitifully at losing contact, even though Hongjoong continues to lick you, and judging by the way his fingers dig into the soft skin of your thighs, restricting all your movements, he doesn't intend to stop.

It's too hard to be aware of your surroundings; your confused mind is still swimming in a haze of intoxicating, sickly-sweet pheromones and the deep, dizzying orgasm you've just experienced, but even so, a tugging, hot feeling of arousal is beginning to form inside you again, like boiling lava. Like tingling flashes of fire beneath the thin surface of your skin, the sensation is overwhelming. The only thing you can focus on is the gorgeous Alpha with the most perfect set of lips you've ever seen in your life.

Your eyes are wide open as you watch Seonghwa languidly lick the remnants of your sugary mucus from her sensual, plump lips. It's almost hypnotic—the long silken appendage gliding over the seductively moist flesh in the most vicious way—and you unconsciously repeat it, licking your own lips, bitten and parched from endless moans.

"You taste so divine, my little pet; I don't think I could ever get enough of you." Songhwa purrs sultrily as he looks down at your vulnerable, tender body with his dark, half-closed eyes. He has a siren's gaze—seductive and sexy—a gaze that promises the darkest of pleasures, the kind that says, "I'll tear you apart, and you'll beg for it." And it quickened your pulse to the point where your head began to spin and your hips unconsciously lifted upwards in search of attention, which only made you press your pussy harder into Hongjoong's face, and he purred velvety in response to your actions. The vibrations caused by his deep voice go right to the core of your being.

"P-please alpha..." The moan you make is so loud and so long, a little painful, followed by another one, even longer and even more needy. You don't know what you're asking for or which one of them; your tiny brain is incapable of forming any coherent thought. 

"Oh, sweet bunny, you want to have a taste too, don't you? Let your mommy give you a taste of it." With two fingers, Seonghwa picks up the leaking slime from your pussy, to which Hongjoong gives an irritated growl as the action of the black-haired Alpha causes him to take his mouth off of you for a few seconds. 

You are so juicy and fertile, like a gourmet treat that has been made just for him, and he is so damn drunk on it. All in all, the Alpha doesn't mind spending the rest of the night, possibly the rest of his life, burying his handsome face in your luscious wet folds. His fluffy, snow-white tail swings from side to side, and the tips of his pointed ears twitch at the tempting prospect.

When Seonghwa pulls back his hand, long strands of viscous slime stretch out from behind his fingers, and he moans fervently as he rolls his eyes. Alpha brings his wet, smooth fingers to your mouth, pressing them firmly against your trembling lower lip. 

"Open your mouth, my princess. Give yourself a taste. Feel how sweet that pretty cunt tastes."

You open your mouth obediently and allow his fingers to slide in and press against the tip of your tongue. He runs them back and forth, rubbing them against your soft, pink tongue, letting you taste the slime of your own body on your taste buds. It's strange and terribly disconcerting, and you've never even thought of doing something like this before, not even when you were in heat. 

Seonghwa pushes his fingers in so deep that the pointed tips of his nails scrape the back of your throat for a second, and you choke and unconsciously let the long fingers slide even deeper down your throat. The heavy silver of his rings scratches your palate and burns your tongue, but Seonghwa doesn't care, his eyes are fixed on you, and for a moment you think fire burns inside, ready to eat your body to the bone. There is a devilish glint in the blood-red frame of his bottomless irises. 

"You're so perfect, my beautiful little bitch." He growled as you gasped intermittently for air around his fingers. The constant pressure on your throat was a threat to your gag reflex with every movement. Your eyes watered, and you clutched your hand desperately into the luxurious fur of his coat as if that would do any good. "I'll take you into my bed, and I'll fuck you deep, hard, and long—for as long as it takes. My little princess, you are going to sit on top of my dick like the throne you deserve. Mommy is going to make sure that you are always full of cum and that your pretty little sugar brain can only think of me and my knot." It was impossible to look away from him, from the sadistic pleasure in those hypnotic onyx eyes as he used you like that, with a cruel and bright smile full of sharp teeth.

Your little heel kicked the air as one of Hongjoong's clawed hands began to roughly knead your breasts. Swollen, milk-filled, and so sensitive. Your back arched as Seonghwa's fingers slipped from your mouth as you threw your head back in an intermittent moan of pain. Rich streams of sweet smelling milk begin to flow down the length of your body. With his thumb pad, the Alpha runs his thumb over the moist candy pink flesh of your nipple before Hongjoong wraps two fingers around it. 

With that, a new wave of heavier, sweeter pheromones fills the room, and you begin to dissolve into the thick, seductive haze, sinking deeper into the natural pleasure space inherent in all bunnies. All rational and 'correct' thinking has long since ceased to exist as you begin to think.

"D-Daddy...Alpha!" You squeal shrilly, your long ears fluttering and your plump cotton tail flicking up. Your saliva drips from Seonghwa's long fingers on you. "Please...gently..."

"In your dreams, my angel." Hongjoong's smile is more like a predatory animal grin as he takes his beautiful wet mouth away from your pussy for a moment. 

Seonghwa wraps his wet fingers around your chin, the sharp tips of his claws digging painfully into the softness of your cheeks, almost drawing blood from them. You freeze completely, unable to move a single muscle except for your heart, which beats uncontrollably fast. Your natural bunny fear immediately reacts to the powerful dominant aura that surrounds Seonghwa, despite the lust and heat of the painful pleasure the Alphas give you. Like a dark omen of the end, an overwhelming and deadly threat that has sent all your instincts into panic, his invisible wolf energy trembles in the air.

A bunny can never feel safe and secure in the company of wolves, and that's why you're such a beautiful and seductive toy to them—you constantly fuel their kinky sexual side.

"My sweet bunny, are you able to ask for something?" He slowly licks his fanged top row of teeth and tilts his godlike face so close to you that you feel his breath in the small space between you. With every word he utters, his perfectly sculpted, luscious lips make contact with yours. "You're just our pretty fucktoy, aren't you?" The Alpha purrs against your lips, his voice covered in velvety darkness, utterly sinful, filled with a mocking condescension that makes you sob in turmoil. 

Seonghwa says such dirty and embarrassing things, degrading and objectifying you, but somehow your body responds with a wave of unwanted lust; a hot flash of shameful arousal erupts deep inside you, your pussy clenching involuntarily. You can taste his breath; it's a mixture of sex and whisky, and all you can think of now is how badly you want to lick his delicious mouth. 

"Oh, princess, are you upset? Despite how much your tiny cunt is leaking for us, are you still playing the tender virgin? All wet and glistening, ready to be bred and ready to be licked. You want nothing more than to be stuffed full of cock and fucked full of our cum; just admit it, bunny, and mommy will give you everything you so desperately want." A horrible moan rises in your chest at the sound of his words. An echo of pure shame and sexual pleasure in equal measure, the sound is treacherously loud and humiliating.

"Look at you, bunny, you like it so much when mommy talks dirty to you, don't you, little slut? You're dripping into my mouth, honey." Hongjoong's voice is a solid, silky growl; it vibrates against your skin and sends shivers up and down your entire body. His vicious mouth begins to leave rough, painful hickeys on the inside of your thighs as well. His teeth are sharper than they used to be, his breathing is intermittent and hot, like a fever, and his pheromone-filled saliva is dripping copiously onto your skin. It's filthy and disgusting, but maybe deep down inside you're desperate for him to stain you even more, to make you all sticky with his cum.

"Oh God...d-don't say things like that...please, it's so bad." Hot tears begin to flow from your wide-open eyes—thick and humiliating, just like the viscous streams of mucus flowing from your shrinking hole. Hongjoong is absolutely right, you really do enjoy all this, but he also knows very well that there's nothing you can do about it; it's so natural to your species—the constant, uncontrollable desire for sex.

"Don't tell me what to do, fluffy." His voice drops a couple of octaves to something more akin to the growl of a dangerous animal. You let out a gasp as you felt the sharp fangs of the Alpha press palpably against your thin skin. It doesn't sound like he's trying to intimidate you; this feels real. More tears begin to trickle down your cheeks, and Seonghwa's long tongue reaches out to lick away the salty liquid that is running down your face in streams of crystal-clear water.

The Alpha lets out a guttural moan that sounds as if you have just licked his cock, a pornographic expression of bliss etched on his god-like face.

And yet, despite the natural horror tormenting you at the edges of your consciousness, driving the instinct of self-preservation into a frenzy, you cannot shake the strange, intoxicating feeling of their all-encompassing power over you.

"I am going to rip your tight little cunt in half, and you are going to beg me to do it again and again and again. You are going to be so full that you will be able to see how my cock is bulging against your belly with every move I make. I know that a slut like you is going to milk every last drop of my cum out until your pussy can no longer hold it in and it will flow freely out of you." The tip of his sharp tongue brushes against the wet, tight hole between your plump buttocks, and you squeal, jerking violently in your vulnerable position. "Why don't we knot that pretty hole up too? What do you think, bunny?"

"I-I... no, you can't; it's dirty. You can't, you can't go there... I'll never..." You blushed furiously and whimpered, your long ears flapping on your face, in an attempt to cover yourself. But Seonghwa growled low and squeezed your cheeks tighter with sharp claws, leaving angry crescents on round, plump cheeks.

"It was a polite question, angel. Daddy doesn't need your permission to fuck your ass." Hongjoong cooed with a sweetness that was deceptively like honey.

A high-pitched squeal escapes your throat as Seonghwa's fingers begin to trace slow circles over your swollen, sensitive clit. Stimulating your already obvious arousal. These actions cause your heel to kick stupidly in the air and your long ears to go limp and soft as they press against the back of your head. The uncomfortable position made the muscles in your thighs start to ache noticeably, but you were too scared to complain about it. Every nerve in your body is vibrating and tingling as the persistent fingers repeat the same movements over and over again.

The stimulation is almost painful, but it is too divine to resist.

"And then we're going to let the puppies play with your beautiful, fuckable body. I want to see how they make you scream. I bet you would love it if the puppies were to use you as a group whore for them. Mmm, just imagine them taking turns stuffing your greedy sweet hole as if they had the right to, but you know you belong to me, and if they dare to lay claim to you, I will rip their throats out." Seonghwa's voice rang in your ears like warm, melted honey, but behind the sweetness was a barely perceptible edge, a deep animal rumble. "Mommy is going to put a magnificent collar on you, all covered with jewels and diamonds, and you are going to sit obediently and beautifully at my feet, or even better, on my cock, like on a real royal throne, which every spoiled princess should have. Absolutely everyone in this house will know that you belong to me and to me alone," he said. Seonghwa moans as she imagines this image: the fingertips penetrating you, stimulating the trembling, swollen edge, but not going any deeper, no matter how much you want them to. More slime pours out of your entrance and splashes around the fingers of the Alpha with a loud, slurping sound.

The humiliation has been so acute, too painful, and too raw, but you moan selflessly, rolling your eyes as you clearly feel a new wave of slime pouring out of your used cunt. It is becoming increasingly difficult for you to resist your natural, deep-seated mating instinct. It is calling you to engage in brutal animal mating right here and now. Maybe Seonghwa really is right about you, and you are nothing more than his little doll that he can use in the right way and fuck whenever he wants to.

"You know, my darling, that the juicy, fertile smell of your pussy has made their heads spin. I can hear them whimpering and moaning all the way from here. I'm sure they want nothing more than to lap up your slime like bitches in heat and rub their pretty little faces all over your deliciously plump pussy." The prospect was unbearable for your twisted little brain. The sound that follows is disgustingly loud, almost unholy, as Seonghwa finally slides his fingers into your pussy. You're dripping like a waterfall, dripping onto the floor and causing a small, shiny puddle to form on the floor. Some of the mucus is absorbed by the Alphas' luxurious furs, but they have no problem with this at all.

"Can you blame them, Hwa? She's a real treat for the wolves." You sob loudly as Hongjoong's evil and insatiable mouth finds a particularly sweet spot on the inside of your thigh and clings to it with all its might, sucking loudly and biting the tender skin with a palpable sensation. His hands slide up your thighs, the palms of his hands lingering on the shape of your swollen pink cunt for a few seconds, massaging it with his thumbs before moving higher up. Hot and hungry kisses travel up the length of your belly and up to your wet, milky breasts until his tongue wraps around your swollen nipple before he sucks it into his mouth. The cocky alpha's lips curl into a sly grin at your exhausted and dazed expression. The grin is both seductive and threatening. The more Hongjoong sucks and caresses, the more milk comes out. Not only is it indecently pleasurable, but it is also super erotic. His hot breath is fanning out over your sensitive areolas as he takes more of the plump flesh into his mouth, his rough fingers caressing your curves, occasionally dragging his claws along the seductive path of the swollen scarlet scratches he left on you earlier.

"I think you're ready enough to take my knot, don't you, pet? My beloved girl, are you ready to ride on your mommy's knot?" Seonghwa's gaze is so animalistic, dark, and almost diabolical, the bloody rim of his onyx irises, glimmering faintly like the dark promise of the worst sin.

At the mention of the word 'knot', you whimper loudly and throw your head back submissively, exposing the pale column of your neck, finally distracting the second Alpha. Hongjoong crawls up your body until his face is next to Seonghwa's godlike face, leaving traces of wine-like, possessive marks.

"We are so terribly hungry for you, my little bunny." A hot blush spreads across your cheeks as you feel your juices mixed with milk run down his chin and drip onto your heaving chest, but the Alpha doesn't seem to care as he leans in and licks your mouth, leaving his pheromone-filled saliva on your lips. "We are going to breed you so well, my darling. You are going to be so full and plump. Daddy is going to take care of that, I promise you. This little pussy of yours will always be filled with our sperm. Isn't that what you want, fluffy?"

"Tell me one thing, bunny, do you want to be bred by the big and bad wolves?" Seonghwa is almost choking on his words; his bottomless, dark eyes are heavy and clouded with animal need. The tip of his fluffy tail tickles your thigh, sending a wave of heat through your body. Hongjoong's sharp nails lightly scratch your aching, swollen nipples, and his long, rough tongue lazily slides over your scent gland, leaving a trail of cold, wet saliva.

"Say it..." The Alpha whispers, but you can hear the dominant tone in it.

You know you have no choice but to obediently obey as ordered.

"Please, mommy, I want this so much, I want your knot. Please breed me..." You squeal loudly, kicking the air with your heel as you feel Hongjoong's gorgeous lips press harder into your swollen scent gland, and Seonghwa's fingers penetrate so deep into your pussy that the tender pads of his fingers touch the small bundle of hypersensitive nerves, completely shutting down your consciousness. Like a swamp—thick, viscous, and deadly—the gnawing pleasure fills your entire body. The whole of your bunny nature is sinking into a black hole of utter depravity and visceral, submissive behaviour. The only thing you need right now is for one of these gorgeous Alphas to shove his massive cock down your leaky, throbbing, needy hole.

Your lusty, insatiable rabbit nature wants only one thing: for someone powerful, domineering, and dominant to take you over—rough, animalistic, fucking your mind into a complete stupor—and claim you as their new shiny toy. Perhaps, deep down in your virgin soul, this is what you secretly long for - to be nothing more than a mindless, beautiful toy in the hands of a magnificent Alpha or two, or perhaps their entire clan.

As Hongjoong licked the remaining tears from your cheeks, you whimpered and twitched weakly.

"Oh, Fluffy, you are such a bad girl; shouldn't you be asking for daddy's knot as well?" He is not asking you; he is telling you, and you are obliged to obey.

"P-please, I want your knot so badly, daddy. Fill me up with it." You are barely above a whisper, your voice quavering with painful excitement.

"How can we refuse you since you ask so politely?"

They both pull away from you, only to lift your weak legs off the armrests, the viscous puddle of your goo squelching uncomfortably as your hips sink into the leather seat of the luxurious chair. It is so embarrassing.

Hongjoong's impatient hands rip off your remaining clothes and throw them somewhere on the floor, leaving you completely naked, covered in hickeys, scratches, and bites.

God, is this how good, obedient bunnies should look?

Seonghwa picks you up and presses you against his hard body as he carries you off to what you can only assume is his bedroom.

The luxurious fur of his fur coat wraps itself around you like the softest of blankets, caressing your hot, bare skin. The scent of his pheromones is so thick and seductive that you are completely lost in it, and you unconsciously bury your nose in his collarbone, your teeth clinging to the smooth, golden skin. Your head is heavy with lust, clouding your thoughts and your vision, and you are unaware of anything around you except for the Alpha, whose clawed fingers are digging into your flesh.

It was only when you felt yourself being laid down on the soft velvet blanket of Seonghwa's king-size bed that feelings and awareness slowly began to return, and you blinked absentmindedly as you tried to focus on your new surroundings. It takes a couple of minutes for your tiny brain to process what has just happened and to analyse the situation. It is clear that you are in the personal bedroom of the main Alpha. Everything in here smells like Seonghwa—bitter almonds and black cherries mixed with the sickening sweetness of Alpha pheromones. This thick mixture wraps around you, embedding itself into your skin and settling into your lungs with every breath you take. There are notes of other flavours in the ghostly taste that linger on your tongue—too many to distinguish, but the heat of pink pepper is so obvious and searing. Your slutty nature helpfully reminds you that Hongjoong tastes exactly the same—burning.

The room's walls are black, and exactly the same black velvet curtains pile up on the floor, cascading in heavy waterfalls over black-and-gold marble tiles. The few windows were made of stained glass, depicting scenes of debauchery and pleasure, so detailed that just looking at them would send a wave of heat through your entire body and make your pussy clench.

Mirrors with gold frames covered most of the walls and reflected the luxurious bed from different angles. The remaining furniture was all carved from ebony, and the light from the candles and the burning fireplace that filled the room reflected off the many mirrors, filling the room with a warm, luxurious glow. It was the kind of lighting that had always made naked bodies look so incredible. It was hard for you to understand how he could sleep peacefully here every night; it was all so wicked and sinful. Even in your dirtiest, most depraved dreams, which you imagined during your heat, you couldn't have imagined a room so dark and filled with sex.

Slowly, like real predators on the hunt, the wolves begin to approach you, crawling onto the bed with elegant animal movements. You are the sweet one they want to catch. The room is stuffy and the air is heavy and thick, and it's not just the overwhelming mix of aromas, sex, and pheromones; it's something more instinctive, primal, and animal that defines the dynamic between the three of you, not only as between species but also as between potential mating partners.

Their great bodies, still clothed in luxurious and expensive furs, hang over your trembling body, naked for their pleasure, looking at you with eyes darkened by lust and desire. Like the grin of the devil, bloody sparks flash from the depths of the black irises.

A slow, sinful grin slides across Seonghwa's sensual, plump lips while Hongjoong's beautiful, wet mouth stretches into a predatory wolf smile. Sharp fangs peek out from his parted lips as he licks them with his tongue. Before Seonghwa's clawed hand wraps around your ankle in one fluid motion and pulls you towards him, your body is dragged along the luxurious blanket, and you instinctively try to escape, kicking and squealing as the Alphas just chuckle darkly.

"In a hurry, bunny?" Hongjoong laughs mockingly as you give a weak squeal and start to cry again.

"Don't you dare to run away from me again, you little whore." Seonghwa growls in a threatening voice and digs his claws deeper into your flesh. You whimper, throwing your neck back and biting your trembling lower lip to submit. "Be obedient, darling, and maybe we can be a little bit nicer to you, or do I have to bite you so that you start to behave the way you should?"

"Yes, I understand you, mommy; I will obey, the best bunny for you." You whimper, your voice trembling with fear and with painful, humiliating excitement. Seonghwa just grunts in response, and with a sharp movement, she spreads her legs wide, exposing your leaking cunt to her gaze in its entirety. Their eyes are focused on the wet, shiny folds of your pussy, and you react to this in the most attractive way for them—your little hole is clenching on nothing, and a new stream of fragrant, thick mucus is spurting out. At the sight of this, Hongjoong lets out a laugh so evil that it makes your skin hum with sharp electricity.

"Somebody's getting a little too excited, aren't you, furry?" The mockery is literally dripping from the tip of his tongue.

"I... I'm sorry..." You don't even know what you're apologising for, but Hongjoong's words make you feel an extreme, painful sense of shame that hits you like a slap in the face.

Seonghwa doesn't say anything, but instead decides to nuzzle his nose against your cunt. As he takes a deep breath, nuzzling your body and purring with pleasure, you feel your cheeks blush with humiliation.

"Bunny, bunny, bunny..." He begins to say this as he runs his nose over your swollen clit. As humiliating as it is, you can't help but let out a shrill moan that escapes from your chest. "You have been such a naughty little girl. You were pretending to be such an innocent little bunny, but look at you now; you're just pouring all over my sheets like a real whore." His voice has dropped a couple of octaves, and there is an animal edge to it that you can feel. If you didn't know that this is natural for wolves, you'd be forgiven for thinking he's about to start rutting.

His throat rumbling velvety with pleasure, Hongjoong presses his cheek to your belly and rubs his face against the soft skin. He plants hot kisses along the plane of your belly, his teeth scratching at you and his long tongue licking at you. Sparks of desire run across your skin; the wet walls of your vagina ache almost palpably with the need to squeeze and hold the Alpha's knot. As you tremble all over at their attention, a small sob escapes from your doll's mouth against your will. As Seonghwa's claws dig deeper into you, you belatedly realise that he's waiting for your answer to his question.

"I didn't want it; it's... I can't do anything about it."

Seonghwa presses his tongue against the folds of your pussy and then licks a wide line from your heated, dripping hole all the way to your throbbing clit. In an instant, your back arched up from the bed, and you let out a high pitched moan. The constant feeling of stimulation is becoming compulsively pleasurable, perhaps even a little painful, but you like it in a strange way. Your mind may be completely out of control, in complete obedience to instinct. The Alpha repeats the action, this time pressing his tongue against your hole and pushing the tip of it inside you.

"Alpha." You're practically choking.

"Don't need to apologise, bunny. We will be more than happy to do some re-education for you. We're going to make you into a real obedient girl, my angel. Mommy and daddy will teach their little bunny how to behave very well." Hongjoong's kisses travel higher and higher up your body, between your breasts, until they come to rest on your neck. His breath flows over your skin, and you feel as if it is burning it, just like the rich aroma of the Alpha's pink pepper. Your thighs spread a little further, and Seonghwa purrs appreciatively. Hongjoong's sharp fangs brush the pulsating vein in your neck.

Hongjoong chuckles again, the dark, animal sound echoing through your sensitive eardrums and penetrating to the very core of your being.

"Do you want me to kiss you, my angel, while Hwa is eating your tight little cunt? You want that. Don't you?" Hongjoong purrs, causing you to nod your head in a desperate attempt to confirm your yes. His snow-white tail swings lazily from one side to the other." Then say, "Give your little whore bunny a kiss, daddy."

"Please, daddy, kiss your little w-whore bunny." There's a slight stutter at the offensive word, but you do as you're told anyway. Because at that moment, you were no longer able to fight against your bunny nature and the forbidden, dark desire to be divorced and to be marked by these devilishly beautiful alphas.

As soon as these words have left your lips, Hongjoong immediately takes hold of your mouth with a hot, animalistic kiss. He roughly pushes his long, rough tongue between your lips, which immediately penetrates the inside of your mouth and fills the entire space. The kiss was like heaven and hell at the same time. His teeth sink into your innocent lower lip, leaving it broken and throbbing, and the Alpha ravages your soft lips with an intensity bordering on sadistic pleasure. You let out a loud moan into his mouth, and Hongjoong swallowed the sound and pressed himself so close to you that you found yourself trapped between his body and the luxurious furs that lined the bed.

Your mind, warped by lust and hormones, wants him to press his full weight against you, to hold you in place as he drives his massive cock into you.  Your body surrenders to him without hesitating, dissolving beneath him, ready to serve and obey whatever he commands. He is such a perfect partner to fuck with. An excellent alpha for breeding.

At the same time, you can feel Seonghwa's hot breath blowing over your wet folds, and you give a weak twitch at the sensation. The arms of the Alpha are wrapped around your hips, and he digs his claws into the soft flesh of your body. The sharp, searing pain from the sharpened claws tore a wet cry from your throat, which you let out into Hongjoong's lips, cut off by an equally sharp gasp as you felt a claw run along your thigh, cutting the skin. Like tiny bubbles in a pot of boiling water, the blood bubbled to the surface of the cut.

Hongjoong is still kissing you with the same devotion. His mouth is hot and demanding, and his tongue is exploring the depths of your mouth as if he were in search of hidden treasure. The taste of his mouth is a mixture of sin and temptation, bitter chocolate and pink pepper. The sensation on the tip of your tongue will drive all thoughts of fear from your mind and leave you floating in bliss. The cloying sweetness of the pheromones runs down your throat along with his saliva, and you swallow the liquid, causing him to growl in an animal-like manner. The velvety sound vibrates against your skin. Your pussy clenches desperately against nothing and spurts liquid into Hwa's mouth.

Your little heel kicks the sheets as one of Hongjoong's clawed hands begins roughly kneading your breasts—swollen, heavy, full, and so sensitive. Your back arched as you let out a broken, painful moan and threw your head back. Vast streams of sweet-smelling milk begin to flow down the length of your body. The Alpha runs his thumb over the wet, candy pink flesh before he wraps two fingers around it and pulls on it. As the kiss grows deeper and harder and Hongjoong's tongue literally starts fucking your throat in a slow but rough rhythm, his hand falls from your chest and traces a painful scratch path along your writhing, heated body until the tips brush your throbbing, needy clit. 

You let out a moan into his mouth, your hips shaking slightly at the delicious touch. You can't even think at the moment; the pulsating need is taking over and completely suppressing the rational part of your brain. This is just a distraction that takes your attention away from the real action at hand.

You feel Seonghwa's silken tongue brushing against you before he starts to lick you hungrily. Bending your spine, you arch your back towards his lips, and with each movement and each kiss, small sobs of pleasure escape from your lips. With each passing moment, their actions are slowly driving you mad—your skin is turning red and tingling with the searing heat of the lust that is bubbling under your skin like boiling honey. The blood seems to move more slowly—thick as sweet molasses—through the vein. Soon your pussy begins to ache with pain: the clitoris throbs, demanding attention; the vagina contracts rhythmically; and the excitement flows into the crevice between your plump buttocks. Suddenly, you feel Seonghwa lift your legs before hooking them on either side of his shoulders, your skin touching the luxurious fur of his coat and his long hair tickling the inside of your thighs as his godlike face is pressed between your legs. Long, slender fingers massage the sides of your plump pussy, dipping lightly between your folds before spreading them wide, exposing your tender cunt flesh to his predatory gaze. Your entire body trembles with anticipation, and as you feel the Alpha's scorching breath enveloping the molten heat of your pussy, your inner walls tighten in response.

"God, you are such a desperate bitch for me, little bunny, aren't you?" Seonghwa moans as his dark, bottomless eyes roam over every inch of your folds. Holding your cunt in one hand, he runs the index finger of his other hand delicately along the petals of your folds before tracing the outline of your trembling entrance with the tip of his finger. "Fuck, I can feel that pretty little pussy of yours twitching. Needy little slut, is that all you want to do is take an Alpha cock up into your cunt, darling? Are you so desperate for your mommy to come and break you up? He goes on with a mocking purr in his voice.

You whimper in response to his words, your long ears trembling and tears collecting in the corners of your eyes, glistening on your doll-like eyelashes. Hongjoong continues to ravage your mouth with his tongue; his beautiful mouth prevents you from making a sound. He kisses you so deeply that you almost choke on it as you feel the hot appendage twist sinfully around your own tongue.

Seonghwa pushes a long finger into you with a sharp, quick motion. The silver of his rings drags along your soft walls before he pulls out immediately. As his finger leaves your cunt, your body clenches, and you whimper, needing to scream. Seonghwa's throat goes dry, and he sticks his tongue out like a thirsty dog, thick saliva dripping onto your folds as he sees the thick sheen of your arousal covering the length of his finger. The Alpha runs his fingers through your folds, collecting as much of your mucus as he can, watching as thin, thick threads of moisture stretch out behind his fingers.

"You are so ready for us, bunny, we are going to breed you. Mommy is going to show you how to fuck like a real Alpha." Hwa hisses as she reaches up with her hand and gets Hongjoong's attention. "It's getting sweeter and sweeter, Joong."

Finally giving you the opportunity to take a deep breath, Hongjoong immediately pulls his lavish mouth away from you. A hazy look falls on Seonghwa's slender fingers; he licks his kiss-swollen lips, and you watch as Hongjoong leans in. As he swallowed your intoxicating essence, his long tongue slipped out of his mouth and wrapped around Seonghwa's finger. Wrapping the finger in his mouth, he takes its entire length before sucking lightly with a low, husky hum, his eyelashes fluttering and his bushy tail whipping in the air. Your throat goes dry at the erotic sight of the Alpha's plump lips around Seonghwa's fingers, and your clit throbs even more. When they are clear, he releases the appendages with a bang and a heavy rumble comes from Hongjoong's chest as his eyes flash red.

"Fuck, is it possible to be even more delicious, angel? The more you cum, the more intoxicating the taste will be." He lets out a groan. Out of the blue, Hongjoong slides his hands between your thighs, and a scream of ecstasy escapes from your throat as you feel two of his fingers slide through your pussy. Suddenly, they plunge into your cunt, and you scream out in pain and pleasure as he forces your body to stretch around his fingers, your soft walls aching as they are suddenly torn apart. He pushes his fingers in all the way to the base of your cunt, twisting the appendages before pulling them out roughly.

Thick strands of arousal cling to his fingers, the appendages coated in a thick layer of your wetness, and you watch as Hongjoong brings his dirty fingers to your nipples; only to let your honeyed essence run over them. Hongjoong moistens the hardened tips and coats them with a glaze until they are smooth and shiny with your goo, which mixes with the dripping drops of milk. One of the nipples slips between his fingers, and Hongjoong pinches it between his knuckles before he pulls hard on it. The sharp sting of it makes you let out a dry sob—the pain mixing with the pleasure and ripping through your body like a flash of lightning.

A sadistic, mocking grin plays across his lips, pointed fangs protrude from beneath his plush lips, and in one swift motion, the Alpha pinches your swollen nipple before pulling roughly on your nipple. As soon as he was sufficiently covered in your own wetness, Hongjoong turned his attention to your other breast; he gave it his cruel attention. Your breathing has become more laboured; low moans and strained, painful sobs escape from your lips.

The way your body reacts to rough caresses, heating up and blooming, becoming ripe and juicy for two insatiable alphas—it's not normal; it's completely abnormal. It's not even your heat, and you're scared to think about what you'll feel when it comes. Even now, every nerve in your body is burning with the most intense pleasure you've ever known.

Yes, sex with wolves is like a flirtation with death, and you belatedly realise that you don't mind dying in their clawed hands.

While Hongjoong's deft fingers are flicking over your nipples, Seonghwa is giving his undivided attention to your pussy. The Alpha's long fingers dance across your cunt, with two fingers running along one of your folds in a gentle massaging motion before he spreads his fingers in a V-shape. Seonghwa gently blows cool air on your swollen clit, exposing your pussy to his gaze. Your hands clench into fists at the sensation, clenching the fur blankets together, your fingers twisting the silken strands between them, and your knuckles turning white at how hard you squeeze. Your whole body is shaking, like a fever, and it seems as if you can't breathe at all—the alpha pheromones are clinging to your throat with every breath you take.

The air in the room is like a thick swamp of vice and sex, impossible to get through; it absorbs you, drowning you in its depths.

Seonghwa's lush, sensual lips wrap around your clit as Hongjoong's mouth wraps around your right nipple, and with an almost synchronised ease, they both suck at the same time. A strangled moan escapes from your throat, and you feel your eyes roll back into the back of your head from the blinding pleasure that is shooting through your nerves. There are stars flashing behind your eyelids. Your body is writhing in bliss as you writhe under their ministrations, Seonghwa's long tongue flicking teasingly along the outline of your clit as Hongjoong licks and sucks the wetness from your nipple.

"Oh God, Alpha, this is too much... I can't... I can't..." You are sobbing. But behind the tears, ecstatic notes pierce the edge of your being. Hongjoong bites down hard on one of your nipples while the fingers of his other hand squeeze and play with the other one. He swallows noisily before releasing your breasts with a pop.

"Hwa, please, let's fuck her already, you can lick her pussy later, maybe when the bunny is squirting around my dick." Seonghwa's eyes roll back in his head at the thought, and he growls softly. The vibrations on your clit literally make your whole body shake.

You are like a doll to him—boneless and pliable—and he finally pulls away from your used, reddened cunt to grab your hips, lift your legs from his shoulders, and forcefully turn you onto all fours. His hands put you in the position he wants you in, pushing your thighs further apart before he slides between them, your cunt hanging over his face.

"You're can to start fun, Joong, and I still haven't gotten enough taste of her pussy to fuck her." Seonghwa purrs as he lowers you down onto his face, his palms moving up to cradle your ass before he presses his plush lips to your pussy. Your head hangs limply, and you moan shrilly with new pleasure—the feeling is incredible. The Alpha rubs his mouth roughly against your leaking pussy. It's so filthy and dirty that it's almost going to send you over the edge.

You're a mess, and the heavy, dark promise of Seonghwa's fucking grips your chest like a clawed paw of vicious anticipation. Your slutty bunny self sings with delight as you arch into the Alpha's arms and press your pussy even harder against his gorgeous face.

The rustle of clothes and the clink of jewellery catch your attention before Hongjoong's fingers cradle your chin and lift your face to look straight up at the demonically beautiful Alpha with his sultry grin. The sight of him is enough to take your breath away. If he isn't pure brilliance, then what is he? He's completely undressed, and, as you've guessed from the erotic lighting, his body looks like it's made of gold itself: the skin is smooth and drenched in sweat in places, the chiselled chest muscles rise and fall with the rhythm of his breath, his abs tighten, and you notice a large tattoo on the inside of his arm.

But it is his cock that attracts your attention. Hongjoong's thighs are slightly spread, and he slowly strokes his cock before your face - it's thick and throbbing, pre-cum oozing from the dark pink head and the distinctive veins running down its velvety length make you want to lick it. There is a slightly swollen knot at the base. Not only are you in thrall to everything they do with you, but their excitement is as painful and acute as your own.

Your unblinking gaze is riveted on his hand, adorned with massive precious rings; you watch as she squeezes the thick length—his arousal spreading through his shaft with each lazy pump—and, unable to stop yourself, you writhe across Seonghwa's face, a strained moan escaping your bitten lips.

"A-Alpha, please..." You stutter. The desperate need is evident in your voice as you silently beg for the feel of his cock in your mouth; you want nothing more than to taste the heavy, hot length on his tongue.

A demonic, mischievous grin appears on his face as Hongjoong raises a mocking eyebrow in your direction. His cat's eyes sparkled as they caught the glow of the candles and blazed like hellfire.

"Oh, angel, you are begging for my cock; it is so nice and sweet of you." He coos as he runs his finger over your lips, and you parted them for him. "You've never sucked a dick before, have you, bunny? Daddy's going to teach you how to choke on it properly." Shivers run down your spine like ice chips at the mocking tone of his voice.

Hongjoong's hand moves to the base of his cock, and with a grip on the base, he leads it to your mouth. Teasingly, the Alpha runs the leaky head over your lips, staining them with the sticky, viscous pre-cum, and you automatically run your tongue over it, collecting the pheromone-filled liquid. The hot and sweet taste of his cum settles on your taste buds and makes you whimper with pleasure. Almost drooling to taste him, you stick out your tongue, causing the Alpha to let out a deep, dark chuckle.

"Such a cockstarved little slut." Hongjoong mockery. "The puppies are going to go crazy when they see those dolls's lips wrapped around their dicks. I would love to see your pretty mouth full of their sperm." His fingers get tangled up in your hair; squeeze it tight and hold your head in place. Hongjoong presses the head of his cock up against your lips and moans. "I'm going to fuck that pretty little throat until it bleeds." He growls at you.

His claws dig into your scalp, your jaw relaxes, your mouth opens obediently, and with a satisfied purr, Hongjoong begins to insert his massive cock. Almost immediately, you start to gag at the huge size of it. Hongjoong's hot and thick cock stretches along your tongue, easily filling your mouth and causing your jaw to ache. Hongjoong moans loudly in pleasure as he enjoys the feel of your warm, wet tongue pressing against the underside of his cock.

"This mouth is built for sucking alpha-dick. God, Seonghwa, why haven't we ever fucked bunnies before? They are fucking perfect dick sleeves." The hand on top of your head is stroking the base of your velour ears. The head of his cock touches the back of your throat, and you tighten your lips around the girth of his cock.

At the same time, you can't hold back your tears, a mixture of excitement and shame sweeping over you, tears streaming down your cheeks in thick, glistening streams.

Seonghwa pulls his mouth away from your cunt for a second before saying.

"Be nice to her, Joong. You don't want to break her before the puppies get their teeth into her. If they don't fuck the bunny, they'll go wild." After that, he will come back to your seductive cunt.

Your labia are parted, and he watches the tight ring of muscles clench rhythmically; thick streams of your sugary wetness drip from your hole onto his mouth and chin. He sticks out his tongue and licks up the viscous fluid, a loud, throaty moan escaping from his chest as he savours the taste of it. Unable to resist his desire and the intoxicating taste of you any longer, Seonghwa tightens his grip on your ass, his fingers digging into the flesh as he spreads your buttocks apart and lowers you all the way onto his face, his tongue immediately plunging into your tight hole. Your thighs shake on either side of that beautiful face, the desire burning in your stomach as you moan in pleasure around Hongjoong's cock, making him hiss in response.

Hongjoong's fingers wrap around your head in an attempt to push his cock deeper into your throat. You feel the bulging, hot head of his cock pressing against the back of your mouth; your throat tightens in pain, and you start to gag. Hongjoong moans at the sensation, throwing his head back and rolling his eyes, the tip of his fluffy tail brushing your tear-stained cheek. Saliva pools at the corners of your mouth as the Alpha begins to thrust his cock into your mouth, and with each thrust, you feel it slam into the back of your throat as his cock straddles your tongue.

Seonghwa's tongue moves in and out of you rhythmically, your sperm squirting disgustingly as it drips onto his face, but the Alpha doesn't care at all, he feels like he's in heaven. One of his hands spreads your ass even further apart, while the fingers of the other one caress your asshole. All of a sudden, Seonghwa plunges two fingers into your tight cunt, his long appendages opening you up and tearing through your silky walls to make you ready for his cock.

He finds the little bundle of nerves in you with ease, and you scream out in ecstasy at once, your eyes rolling back in your head as you gurgle around Hongjoong's cock. The pleasure blinds your senses, your skin heats up with lust, and your throat instantly relaxes to allow the Alpha to penetrate you even deeper. In one swift motion, he slips his cock past the tight muscles of your throat—the thick cock deliberately stretches them as he pushes his cock into the velvety passage of your throat. As he reaches the bottom, your nose is pressed against his hard, tight belly as his cock plunges deep down into your gullet. Hongjoong lets out a low, animalistic growl.

"Fuck, pet. I am going to knot your throat, angel." His fingers curl up in your hair and then pull at the base of your soft ears with a light tug. Hongjoong enjoys the feeling of your little throat wrapping around his cock, the warm, wet muscles spasming every now and then, massaging his cock in a seductive way.

Seonghwa begins to move his fingers in and out of you, his long fingers aggressively stroking your silken walls. Synchronously, his lips wrap around your clit, pulling the swollen bud into his warm mouth and sucking hard. Spikes of feverish lust flare up your spine, and, lost in pleasure, you clench your fists on the luxurious fur blankets that lie beneath you. You squeeze your cunt even harder against Seonghwa's sensual, plump lips. Your hips buck to increase the pleasure. You feel the Alpha's devilish grin spread across his lips as he drags his teeth across the flesh of your throbbing clit. With a snap, he releases your clit and begins to rub his fingers even harder against your G-spot.

"Ride my face, bunny; let your mommy eat." Seonghwa moans loudly.

You squeal, your thighs trembling from the crazy stimulation. The sound of your pleasure is vibrating against Hongjoong's cock, which is still deep in your throat. The Alpha snarls, grabs the back of your head with all his might, and pulls his cock out of your bruised throat. Your pupils dilate, your muscles tense—a slight twinge of pain rushes through you as Hongjoong pulls his cock out of your throat and then pushes it back in sharply. The thick cock fills your mouth completely, the hot head pressing against your soft tongue. You try to take a deep breath to fill your painfully burning lungs before the Alpha moves his hips, and his cock immediately pierces your gullet once more.

You immediately choke on his cock, but the sound of you gagging, combined with the feeling of your throat tightening around him, only serves to push Hongjoong even further. His hand wraps around the gentle curve of your neck, and his thumb presses down hard on the skin of your neck. The imprint of his cock is visible on your throat. Hongjoong is rubbing his fingers over the bulge as he continues thrusting in and out. Your stretched throat shifts under his touch, the outline of his big dick presses against the palm of his hand with every movement of his hips, and at the feeling of that bulge, a booming animal growl escapes from the Alpha's chest.

"Take it all, my angel. You desperate little slut, take your Alpha's cock down your throat. Tell me, my little bunny, have you ever thought about how an Alpha would fuck you in the mouth?" Joong purrs. Your eyes are streaked with tears as you look at him through your thick lashes. "Do you like it when your mommy eats your slut cunt while I fuck you in the throat, my princess?" He asks, and you nod your head without a moment's hesitation.

The movement of your head makes his cock twitch in your throat, and he hisses at the sensation. Hongjoong throws his head back, sweat trickling down his neck and dripping onto his heaving golden chest, his devilish mouth parted in breathless moans, his fingers gripping the back of your head tightly as he continues mercilessly fucking your mouth, lost in the pleasure of your hot walls convulsing around his member.

The hot pleasure gathers in your belly, your stomach twisting itself into a tight knot. When your thighs start shaking violently on either side of Seonghwa's head and your cunt starts milking his fingers—your inner walls tightening rhythmically around his fingers—Seonghwa knows you're close. He plunges his fingers even deeper into you, stroking your most sensitive spot over and over again, bringing you to a state of semi-consciousness. Your body is on edge; your back is arched, and your hips are rolling wildly against the beautiful face of the Alpha as you chase after your orgasm.

It's hard not to feel dizzy, especially when Hongjoong's cock is ramming down your throat and Seonghwa's fingers and mouth are giving you heavenly pleasure, satisfying a primal need you never knew you had.

"Bunny, you were made for a wolf's cock... dirty girl, huh? Does it please the prey to be the breeding bitch for the predators?" Hongjoong hisses mockingly and slaps you lightly on your plump cheek, which is swollen from his cock.

"She looks good, doesn't she? Little bunny, finally realised where she's supposed to belong." Seonghwa moans. "Come on, princess, be a good bitch and cum mommy's face." The words are muffled by the swollen clit in his mouth. The movement of his lips causes his sharpened fangs to brush against your sensitive bud, and the pleasure accompanied by his fingers continuing to stroke your G-spot makes you fall over.

Hongjoong is so close to tying the knot that he can barely push it out of your mouth; his balls are tight against your chin, slick with saliva and pre-cum, as he comes hard down your throat, his moaning more like a howl than anything else. Thick, hot cum pours down your throat in a steady stream, and you choke, trying to swallow, trying to ride out your own orgasm—the euphoria ricocheting through you, your toes curling up, and your body starting to shake. Your hips are rolling furiously against Seonghwa's face.

Seonghwa continues to suck and nibble at your clit as he digs his fingers into you, his knuckles curling mercilessly as he caresses the soft, spongy patch of nerves inside of you. There is genuine euphoria coursing through your veins. Black specks of light blur your vision as you are immersed in blinding bliss and feel a wave of incredible pleasure sweep through you; your silken walls tighten almost to the point of pain, making it difficult for his fingers to move.

Your cum flows uncontrollably down his chin and down his neck, thick, sweet-smelling streams that land right on his waiting tongue. You squirt all over Seonghwa's face, and fuck, he's absolutely delighted. His hands squeeze your thighs until they are bruised, the Alpha presses his mouth to your vagina, and he drinks you as if you were a sacred divine essence.

"God, you taste so damn good; give me some more of that." Seonghwa groans like he's on the verge of coming. However, you're so lost in the thick haze of bliss that you barely notice what he's saying.

Hongjoong's cum starts to leak out of the sides of your mouth, and he smears it over your cheeks in a loving way.

"Sugar bunny, you are ripe for us; your alphas are going to breed you so well." There is a weak jerk in his hips, and another stream of cum shoots down your throat.

Seonghwa's tongue plunges into your cunt as he drinks your cum. The tip of his nose brushes against your swollen clit, sending a slight tingling sensation of pleasure through your entire body. Seonghwa continues to lap at you as his tongue dives in and out of you, prolonging your orgasm even as you continue to involuntarily clench.

It takes Hongjoong two more waves of intense release before his knot finally loosens, and he immediately pulls out of you, watching as the milky liquid runs out of your mouth and drips onto the fur covering. His hand gives your poor jaw a gentle massage before he leans in to pull you into the most disgusting, messy kiss you can imagine. Your mouth is full of sperm, and Hongjoong's tongue is running it down your chin. The alpha is moaning contentedly into your lips, swallowing his own sperm and licking your mouth from the inside with his silky appendage.

Finally, you feel the pleasure subside. You hiss from the overstimulation as Seonghwa continues to tongue your sensitive core, his tongue swirling with seductive movements over the trembling, leaking hole. A strangled scream slips from your throat as he does so. When Seonghwa is completely satisfied, he lets go of you and crawls out from underneath you, leaving your exhausted body to fall helplessly onto the bed.

"Don't relax, angel; we've only just begun." Hongjoong whispers in a sweet voice against your lips. There is a sadistic subtext to his words; his intention is to play with you until sunrise and maybe even beyond.

You don't hear Seonghwa undressing, his designer clothes falling to the floor like something he finds offensive. But you have a perfect sense of his hot, flexible body pressing against you as he is back on the bed. The Alpha pulls your hips towards him, and you hiss, trying to move away from the pain of his hard, thick cock pressing against your swollen cunt. As Seonghwa lightly rubs the head of his velvet cock over your wet cunt, your eyes widen in fear. He runs his claws lovingly down the length of your spine before he wraps his hand around your plump cotton tail. You squeal so loudly that it is likely to be heard by all the members of his clan. Your breath comes in short gasps, almost panting, your bones going limp as you press your cheek against Hongjoong's thigh, his hand stroking lazily through your tousled hair.

Even though you've just had a massive orgasm and your cunt is overly sensitive, the rabbit's natural need to breed is still not satisfied, and your pussy begins to ache from wanting to be filled. As you press your plump cheek against the magnificent thighs of the Alpha, you whisper a plea.

"P-please fill me in. I need your knot, Alpha."

A devilish fire ignites in Hongjoong's eyes as you look up at him through thick, wet lashes, your eyes wide with desire, combined with the swollen lips from sucking his cock, still covered in his cum. An animalistic growl echoes through the room, and his lips curl into the most malicious wolfish grin. His eyes meet Seonghwa's for a second, and the two Alphas are talking quietly before you hear Seonghwa chuckling darkly behind you.

"Take her." The black-haired Alpha gives the order, and Hongjoong pulls you close to him. He makes himself comfortable on the luxurious, majestic bed, leaning back on mountains of velvet and silk pillows, before he positions your body as he wants it. Your back is pressed against his bare, wet chest, your thighs spread on either side of his own, and you gasp as you feel Hongjoong's dick pressing against your buttocks. Alpha is painfully hard again; the head of his cock is leaking pre-cum once more and staining your skin with it.

Hongjoong squeezes your thigh with one hand, the Alpha's fingers digging into your plush flesh until they cause bruises, and with his other hand, he squeezes your full breast lazily. Your head falls on his shoulder, your throat goes dry, and your skin tingles as he touches it. He starts to play with your nipples again, stimulating you until they start to flow freely. You're not even in the middle of your game yet, and you look really fucked. You still have to take their knots, and you're not entirely sure you'll survive if they do more damage to you.

"Spread your legs, my little bunny. Mommy's going to play with that pretty pussy. I hope you are ready for me, because I am going to eat you  alive." The timbre of Seonghwa's voice is deep, and the echo of his voice goes straight to your pussy. There's a heavy authority in his voice, and your legs start to move on their own, spreading even wider to please him.

And then you turn your attention to Seonghwa with all your might. Alpha is truly divine, not only in his face but also in his body; he is like a god, like art itself. Every curve of his lithe body is incredible, as is the diffuse glow of the candles licking at his golden caramel skin. You can't help but feel that you want to worship him with your lips and tongue. His cock, just as you imagined—thick, long, pressed against the plane of his stomach—was hot and hard with seductively swollen veins. The thick knot at the base of it swelled, and you knew that it was going to get even bigger when the Alpha tied you up.

His bottomless, hypnotic eyes are constantly fixed on the wet folds of your cunt as it spreads open for him, a small hole through which clear fluid flows. His hands fall down to your ankles before he spreads your legs even wider, your feet pressed to the bed on either side of Hongjoong's hips. He slowly crawls between your legs, arching his back. You watch in fascination as his ass bounces. His fluffy tail slices lazily through the air with every move he makes. A strange mixture of wild animal and some kind of ancient deity, Seonghwa truly embodies the Alpha. When the Alpha gets incredibly close to you, you tilt your head to the side and expose your entire neck to him. This is a sign of complete submission and obedience. Everything about Seonghwa is dominant, and your instincts are in response to him with the snap of a finger.

Taking the opportunity, Hongjoong's lips are immediately on your neck, leaving more hickeys on your inflamed skin and sucking your scent gland into his mouth, nipping it lightly with his teeth. In an instant, a piercing meow escapes your lips, and you give a pitiful whimper. Sharp fangs claw at your flesh, the pain causing your cunt to clench in agony against nothing at all. When Seonghwa sees your cunt clenching and your narrow entrance trembling and oozing, he laughs wickedly. Long fingers run along the wet entrance of your pussy.

"Bunny, aren't you a real treat for the wolf, huh? Sweet, needy whore, Hongjoong is right; if we had known that all bunnis were such horny whores, we would have gotten ourselves a nice pet a long time ago. But now we have you, Princess. Look, your cunt is just begging to be filled with an Alpha cock." Seonghwa purred in a velvety voice, and you nodded your head stupidly at his words.

"Please, mommy, fill me. Fill your little bunny." You beg; the words sound so desperate. Hongjoong bites harder into your neck, not hard enough to tear the flesh, but just hard enough. The meaning of this is getting through to you; today they are going to mark you and mate you.

"A little more, and I'll take you." Seonghwa's purr is like needles tingling your skin.

His two fingers are plunging into your cunt, and your back is arching as you call out his name. He moves them lazily, stretching the walls of your cunt, his cock twitching in anticipation, and you salivate as you watch a thick, thick droplet pour out of the swollen red head and run down the velvet length. Your breathing becomes shallow, and you savour the slight pain of the pleasure you are feeling. Seonghwa's fingers spread the soft walls of your vagina as he played with your cunt. His thumb presses against your clit, rubbing it persistently, his fingers going all the way inside you, the silver rings scratching, but you love the feeling. You let out a high-pitched squeal, your bruised throat tightening as it sounded.

"This is right, darling; take everything we give you." Another one of his fingers enters you, three of them moving in a rhythmic way, making a squelching sound each time they pull out of you. In view of how wet you are, you stretch easily around his fingers, and Seonghwa purrs in approval. "The puppies will love you; you're so flexible, the perfect cocksleeve." He continues.

"Please tie me up. I want to feel your knot, mommy."

"Yeah? Do you want us to fuck you, angel? Do you want to have the feeling of our cocks deep in your belly? Hongjoong asks.

You nod, a sniffle escaping from your lips.

"Bunny, you're such a dirty slut; do you ache and leak when you think of your tight cunt being stretched around our knots while we breed you like our good bitch?" While his thumb rubs your clit in small, aggressive circles, Seonghwa's three fingers plunge into you.

"P-please, mommy, please..." You beg openly, sobbing as tears stream down your face, making you look incredibly attractive in the eyes of both Seonghwa and Hongjoong. A dark chuckle fills the air. Hongjoong's chest rises and falls with the sensual purr against your back; his cock twitches against your ass, the pre-cum oozing from the swollen head onto your back.

Hongjoong has both of his hands cupping your plump breasts, massaging them with his bejewelled hands; they are squeezing your swollen nipples roughly, tugging at the nipple buds, and continuing to scratch the skin on your neck with their teeth.

You can feel Seonghwa's fourth finger pressing down on your hole. God, his knot must be huge. As he slides four long fingers inside you, you let out a choked cry of pain and pleasure. Your cunt protests against the stretching; a searing pain stings your inner walls as you feel Seonghwa's fingers tearing at your entrance. Your small hands grab hold of his hips, the nails digging into his golden skin, leaving crescent-shaped indentations in his body as Seonghwa continues to push all four of his fingers deeper and deeper into you. As your mucus begins to leak profusely again, the walls of your entrance stretch around the four fingers, and he slides in easily.

"That's my good girl, so perfect for mommy." Alpha praises you.

Your toes curl up, sparks of bliss intertwined with pain, causing you to mew softly. Your hips sway weakly, your pussy clenching in reflex; as a result, his fingers penetrate you almost all the way to the base. Your back arched, and you moaned softly, causing both Alphas to giggle at the sound.

"You sound like a needy whore, furry. Weren't you the one who used to tell us that you were a good girl? Do good girls make sounds like that? Do good girls get their cunts stretched with four fingers, huh?" Hongjoong coos.

"I'm a good girl, really. I'm a good girl." You sob, sobbing and shaking. The long velour ears twitch, and the cotton tail tucks.

"I can't wait to feel that sweet pussy around my cock." Seonghwa moans, and all of a sudden his face is right in front of you, the lips just centimetres apart. "Give me a kiss, my little darling." The Alpha whispers to you, and you obey, completely mesmerised by his hypnotic black eyes.

Seonghwa's lips are unbelievably soft, insistent, and hot. When you kiss him, you still don't know what to do, but it doesn't matter at all because the Alpha's tongue is immediately in your mouth, circling around your own. There is a strange creamy taste on his silken appendage, and you realise it is you—the taste of your own mucus mixing with the Alpha's saliva and flowing down your throat. He is kissing you so deeply and so passionately that you are completely stripped of any vestige of common sense.

Your small hand tentatively clasps Seonghwa's slender wrist as you feel your orgasm build up uncontrollably, leaving you teetering on the edge of a new euphoria. The orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave, violent and sudden, your back arching and your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you are filled with ecstasy for the second time today. Your pussy clenches furiously around Seonghwa's fingers as he continues to caress your G-spot and intensify your pleasure, his lips continuing to kiss you non-stop.

"T-Too much." You moan into his gorgeous mouth, the words coming out slurred and weak, your tongue barely able to move from the sheer bliss that is washing over you. But the Alphas continue to torment you. Hongjoong viciously rubs your clit in tight circles while Seonghwa repeatedly stimulates the sweet spot deep inside you.

Immediately after the second orgasm comes the third—your pussy tightens in pain as you are forced to experience a new wave of pleasure. Squealing loudly and moaning something unintelligible, your left hand grabs Seonghwa's wrist to stop his relentless movements, while the other scratches Hongjoong's thigh furiously. But this only excites the Alpha more, and he growls, a sexy sound that dances across your skin like a discharge of electricity. Seonghwa finally decides to have mercy on you and caresses your walls one last time before he pulls his fingers out of you. Your contracting soft walls are pulsating with constant stimulation, and it's painful but at the same time so incredibly good that you feel like you're floating. It's only a moment before you hear Hongjoong's insidious, sadistic voice whispering in your ear.

"Cum for daddy, angel, show me how you can squirt." A hard slap on your clit sends you over the edge the fourth time that night. As your body continues to convulse between them, the burning sensation on your clit causes powerful streams of cum to shoot from your swollen pussy and land on Seonghwa's chest. The Alphas groaned, and a wave of heavy, sweet pheromones filled the room, along with the sultry, thick flavours of bitter almond and pink pepper. The smell of sex is incredible, and if you could think right now, you would be embarrassed by the fact that this aroma is spreading throughout the house, literally soaking into the walls, driving the younger wolves crazy behind the closed door of Seonghwa's royal bedroom.

But you are too far away in your subconscious mind, too deeply immersed in the ocean of painful pleasure, to be able to think about it.

Hongjoong's arms wrap around your body, pressing you against his wet, heaving chest, his hands moving lightly over your body. Seonghwa follows his movements, crawling over you and kissing you with soft kisses as they both let you rest and return to your place.

Your body shakes from the all-consuming waves of pleasure, tears burning your eyes—salty traces running down your face as you sob again and again, begging the Alphas to stop or to continue. You're not sure what you want more of. Breathing hard, your chest heaving, you slowly come back to reality. The sudden emptiness in your vagina makes you whimper pitifully. Your mating instinct urges you to keep at it until the Alphas have tied you up and claimed you, sinking their sharp fangs into your neck and marking you with their claim to you.

By now you know you must be completely exhausted—the energy in your body is completely drained by four powerful consecutive orgasms sweeping through your fragile body, yet your body still desperately craves the thick, hot Alpha cocks inside you. And you knew for sure that you would not be satisfied until you were spread out and tied up in knots and your belly was not swollen with a huge amount of their sperm. This is the way the anatomy and the consciousness of the bunny work; the whole of its life is dedicated to one thing and one thing only: sex and mating. And until your pussy is flowing with their sperm, your body and your instinct will continue to push you on and on and on until this need is completely satisfied. So you swallow what little self-respect you have left and whine pitifully, begging the alphas to take advantage of you.

"Knot me up. Please knot me up, mommy. I've been such a good girl. I deserve your knot." You beg, choking on your own words, sounding more like broken breaths than something coherent to say.

You buck your hips, the movement making you grind against Hongjoong's hard cock as it slides between the cheeks of your plump ass in the most delicious way, Seonghwa's heavy, velvety hardness pressing against the inside of your thigh.

"Fuck me, I need the Alphas to breed me, please." I need it so bad right now. "You ask again, and this time you use the most vulgar words that I have ever heard come out of your mouth.

"Oh my God, what a dirty mouth you have, bunny." Hongjoong says this in a mocking tone and runs the tip of his tongue along the pulsating vein in the back of your neck.

"Should we do that or not, fluffy, hmm? You're acting like a whore; tell me, Joong, are we going to fuck her if she behaves badly?" Seonghwa's sharp claws scratch lightly across your thighs, and you let out a groan. It is yet another humiliation for you, another mockery of your desperate state.

"Please, Seonghwa..." It is just this one word that changes absolutely everything. It seems as if the sound of your own name, which you utter, breaks all the self-control in the Alpha, and he lets out a deep, animal-like growl.

His bottomless, predatory eyes with a red tinge glide over you until he meets your gaze, and you are completely caught in his grasp. Behind you, Hongjoong purrs velvety with anticipation; he can feel it; the air is getting even thicker with the poisonously sweet pheromones of the main Alpha. Seonghwa kisses you again. The kiss is devilishly rough with an open mouth; it's more teeth and tongue than lips, but it seems that no one cares about precision and tenderness any more; primitive instincts are burning just below the surface of the skin. Your lips meet in a messy way, his tongue shoots out and slides together with yours, and you taste the remains of yours, which still drips from his lips and chin. After a few moments, he breaks the kiss, and, unable to resist, your tongue darts out and slides across his lips, finally doing what you've been thinking about—licking his beautiful mouth. Seonghwa's pupils dilate, and his irises are almost completely engulfed in a vicious darkness at the erotic sight of you.

"You're mommy's princess, right, little bunny? Will you do anything for me?" Seonghwa moans, his lips brushing against yours with every word he utters. Then his fangs bite into your lower lip. He turns you over on all fours, almost like a rag doll, without waiting for you to answer.

The erratic tremors of your orgasm still shake your body, and you roll onto all fours, limbs trembling like your plump cotton tail. However, your remaining strength and sanity are almost taken away by the sight that appears before you. Hongjoong lies surrounded by luxurious pillows, his head thrown back slightly, his hair dishevelled in his face, looking at you with half-closed, lustful eyes under long, trembling lashes. Plump scarlet lips stretched into a crooked, cruel grin; his cock pressed proudly against his hard, sculpted stomach, pre-cum leaking from the pink head, glistening beads on his abs.

He beckons you with his fingers in a "come here" motion, his tongue outstretched, sliding lazily over the upper row of teeth. You are completely under his spell; your body is in a state of automatic movement. You slowly move closer to him, your hips swaying as you do so, tantalising Seonghwa as you go. You lift one of your legs and throw it over his hips, so that you are now sitting on top of him. Behind you, Seonghwa moans in a low voice as he looks down at your wet pussy.

Your whole body is swollen from him playing with you; your entrance is swollen and keeps twitching as if begging to be filled. Thick streams of your juices flow down, coating your thighs with wetness, and more of it flows down Hongjoong's dick, wrapping it in your arousal. His eyes narrow and darken as he watches your small, trembling hands grip Joong's shoulders and you press your pussy against his cock, using it as leverage to start grinding against his cock, coating its length with even more lubricant.

"That's it, angel; daddy is going to take care of you." Hongjoong purrs sultrily, the smug grin on his face getting wider and wider. He slaps you hard on your ass, and the pleasurable pain makes you press against his amazing body, your nails weakly scraping along the bulging pecs of his chest. "You'll sit on my dick like a good girl should, won't you, furry?" He grabs your hip with one hand, lifting you slightly, while his other grabs the base of his cock.

Rubbing the head between your folds, Hongjoong mixes your arousal. His thick pre-cum stains your lower lips, and your slick soaks his cock. A lewd humming escapes your lips as you feel his hot cockhead spreading your slit and your hips squirming as you try to ride him, your breath catching as his head presses against your aching cunt. Tired of his own teasing, Hongjoong takes hold of your hips with both of his hands before he begins to lower you down onto his cock.

Your trembling lower lip is caught between your bunny's teeth as you gnaw at the soft flesh and feel him filling you—the pressure of his cock slowly stretching your soft, silken walls. Soon, the head of his cock begins to penetrate much deeper than Seonghwa's fingers had before, and you throw your head back in pleasure.

Inch by inch, he fills you, his thick cock spreading your tight, almost virginal cunt for him as Seonghwa watches you both, stroking his cock lazily at the lewd sight of your stretched, swollen labia. After long moments, Hongjoong is still buried inside of you; his thick cock seems to go on forever, and as you look down, your cunt throbs as you realise that he's only a little more than halfway inside of you. Your stomach begins to ache as he continues to plunge his cock into your pussy, and when he's three-quarters inside, your nails dig into the flesh of his shoulders, leaving long, angry red welts marring his skin, but he doesn't care; ripping his back open only makes him fuck you harder.

"Alpha…" Your piercing moan is heard.

"Is daddy's dick too big for you, angel? Can you handle the big, bad wolf's thick cock? Or should we start again and prepare you better?" He purrs, and the playful, wicked intonation in his voice can be clearly heard.

Breathing heavily, you lower yourself down on top of him in one smooth motion. The sudden penetration of his remaining cock makes you both gasp, your heads rolling back at the hard intrusion as you ache. Hongjoong hisses beneath you, his hips jerking as he is completely enveloped in your velvety warmth.

"Someone's impatient, aren't you, bunny?" Hwa purrs as he runs his claws down the length of your spine to the juicy curve of your ass. Seonghwa brushes the hair from your neck before planting a kiss on the sensitive flesh. "The princess has found a suitable throne for herself. Hasn't she? You'll be taking mommy's cock soon, darling, but in the meantime, Joong will prepare you well." The Alpha speaks, his voice ringing in your ears like melted honey. Hongjoong's eyelids flutter at the sensation of your silky walls pulsating around his thick length.

You are completely lost in the overwhelming pleasure of the hot, hard length of the Alpha pulsating inside of you. But Seonghwa continues to seduce you, his lips sliding along your bare shoulder and sharp teeth scratching your skin, and you know that by the end of this night, those teeth will have left their incurable mark on you.

Suddenly, he pulls away from you, and his hands fall to your hips in their place. He easily lifts you off Hongjoong's cock, and with his wolfish strength, he slams you back onto him, the wolf's thick cock slamming into your cervix. You are literally on the verge of a howl from the sudden, aggressive movement. Seonghwa lets out a purr of pleasure at the lustful sight of your tiny cunt stretched around Hongjoong's thick girth.

Below you, the Alpha gets fed up with all the attention he doesn't get and starts spanking you viciously. Your skin blooms with his handprint.

"Ride me, furry." The authority of his command is clear in his voice.

His fingers dig into your wounded thighs, Hongjoong guiding them the way he wants them to go, setting a hard and deep rhythm of motion. With each thrust, you feel his thick head brush against each of your nerve endings. The searing heat of lust burns through your bloodstream. You breathe hard, feeling every vein and ridge of his cock stretch along your tender walls. Hongjoong is used to getting what he wants, and he is so passionate about wanting to fuck you senseless that he digs his legs into the bed before he begins to thrust upward. His fingers squeeze your thighs until they bruise as he begins to fuck you as hard as only an Alpha wolf can fuck you. Your tits bounce with each powerful thrust as Hongjoong pounds you, his cock thrusting in and out of your cunt at a brutal pace, using you for his pleasure.

"Oh God, a-alpha..." You whimper, your words stuttering out with every thrust of his cock as it enters you. His pace is rough; Hongjoong is practically tearing your tight passage apart as he rams his massive cock into you, and with each thrust, you feel the thick head of his cock hitting your cervix. A deep pressure begins to build up at the entrance to your womb, and soon you begin to whimper in pain—a searing pain that pulsates through you from his rough movements. But in spite of your pain, your slutty little bunny nature is singing with delight.

"Good little bitch. So damn good for daddy." Hongjoong growls, his eyes turning bloody as his carnal instincts take over and his already rough thrusts somehow become even rougher. The nails are digging into your flesh as you are whimpering. With each of his powerful thrusts, his entire dick goes inside you—from the head all the way to the base, where you can feel the swelling of its knot.

"My angel feels so good—so damn tight and so damn wet. A good little slut for her Alpha. I'm going to breed your pussy... I'm going to fuck you, bunny. Tie you up, make you saturated and full of my cum... My, bunny..." Hongjoong growls between his hard thrusts, each word making your skin flush with heat. You breathe heavily as you grind your hips against him.

"P-please fill me up, daddy. I want your knot." You whimper in response, and your words only elicit an animalistic growl from the two Alphas. There's a new pair of hands on your hips. Seonghwa does his best to stop you both.

Irritated by the sudden stop, Hongjoong growls at the Alpha in charge. A low growl comes from deep inside Seonghwa's chest, and for a moment his aura goes all wolfish, filling the room with sultry, overbearing pheromones that make you feel nauseous in the back of your throat and make your head spin. There is a lot of him, so much so that it feels like you can feel Seonghwa with every cell of your body. The feeling is almost painful, and you throw your head to the side and whine loudly in complete and utter submission.

"Know your place, Hongjoong." Seonghwa is frightening when he is angry, and you don't want to fall into his dark side at any time.

You whimper from all the Alpha energy, and it seems to break the tense atmosphere as the black-haired Alpha's aura softens and returns to normal. He turns his hypnotic, dark gaze on your trembling body.

"Mmmm, my little pet, mommy will never hurt you... as long as you are obedient, of course." His velvety voice is as caressing to your skin as his lips are to yours.

The tension is released as much as it can be, and you take a deep breath.

"Don't move, princess." This time, Hongjoong just nods, holding your hips in a death grip. As he moves in behind you, you feel Seonghwa's fingers teasing your stretched-out entrance, smearing your sweet-smelling lubricant all over it. Then he pushes two of his fingers inside your pussy.

Your smooth, soft walls stretch easily around his two long fingers as they slide right up to the edge of Hongjoong's dick. With a gasp of pleasure, you move your hips before pushing them back into his hand in an attempt to push his fingers even deeper. Seonghwa laughs darkly, the velvety sound washing over your skin along with his hot breath as he caresses your buttocks with one hand while the fingers of the other mercilessly stretch your hole. Sinking them all the way in, he rubs them against the walls of your vagina, the movement sending pleasure shooting up your spine like fire, before he pulls them apart, trying to stretch you even further.

"M-Mommy, please tie me up." You sound so desperate that Hongjoong's dick twitches inside of you, excited by the sound of it. The need to be filled with his cum and the need to be bred make your cunt ache and tighten up.

Seonghwa pulls his fingers out of you, and in their place, you feel him move in behind you, pressing his chest against the small of your back. God, he's so hot and smells so good. His pheromones are awfully sweet, so thick they're practically sticky. The smell of sex and black cherry makes your head spin and your tongue heavy. It feels like you're drunk. The soft palm of his hand presses against the small of your back as he pushes you roughly, forcing you forward onto Hongjoong, your heavy, milky breasts hanging over his face. From underneath, Hongjoong nuzzles his face into the lush, soft mounds of your breasts, purring in approval like a cat that has eaten cream, his hands spreading your juicy, plump buttocks for the main alpha to see.

"Fluffy, I'm going to fill you with my cock; I'm going to breed this little bunny." His voice is dark and silken, and you hear the dark promise in every sound he makes. Your cotton tail shrinks in fear, but at the same time, a thick stream of mucus flows out of your filled hole and runs down Hongjoong's cock and balls.

Seonghwa positions the head of his cock at the entrance of your vagina, just above the spot where Hongjoong is buried inside of you. At the moment when he starts to put pressure on you and tries to push himself into you, your muscles tighten automatically. The contraction makes Hongjoong let out a deep moan as the tight ring of muscles squeezes his cock like a velvet vice. But Seonghwa is not embarrassed by this; his dick is pressed against the already tense entrance all the time.

The moment you feel his thick, leaking head enter you, your walls burn with the pleasure of the sweet stretch. Your back arched, and you squealed, your long ears fluttering uselessly up to your head. Leaning forward, Seonghwa sinks his teeth into your shoulder—not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough to make you start to cry. His huge cock continues to thrust into you, stretching the walls of your vagina to the breaking point. Despite the copious amount of slime leaking from your sweet entrance and the fact that Seonghwa had previously prepared your cunt with four fingers, you are still torn apart by his enormous girth, the stretch burning your soft walls and making you sob and choke on moans.

"I-I can't, Alpha. It's too. It hurts." You groan as you close your eyes and grab hold of the pillows on either side of Hongjoong's head. The Alpha throws his head back and lifts his beautiful face up to caress your nipples, mixing the pain with the pleasure even more. You would never have thought that you would find yourself in a position like this; not even in your most shameful fantasies and forbidden dreams would you have allowed yourself to think of such a thing. You are a gentle, obedient bunny, sandwiched between two deadly predators, begging for their cocks as if it were God's mercy.

What would the bunnies on your farm think? What would your mother think of you if she could see your tiny virgin cunt stretching around the massive cocks of the wolves as if you were made for it? But the thing that scared you the most and made you feel ashamed was that your bunny nature was in seventh heaven with happiness and joy.

"You are going to take everything the princess gives you; you are going to take my dick and say thank you; even if we have to rip this pussy to the point of bleeding, do you understand, bunny?" Hwa growls, and you can clearly hear the dominant order in the sound of it.

You have no other choice but to nod your head obediently and to submit to every wish of the predator.

Seonghwa continues to plunge into you, his thick and hard cock sliding inch by inch into your cunt that is already filled to the brim. With each passing second, you feel your walls being torn apart in pain by the length of his cock as his hot head penetrates your velvety depths. When he's halfway in, you moan softly and bury your face in Hongjoong's hair between his soft, snow-white ears. Inhaling his deep scent of pink pepper and chocolate, you let it wash over you. It is such a welcome comfort that you need it so much. You are sure that you will be torn in two if Seonghwa goes on like this.

You know that if you were to tell him to stop, he wouldn't do so. You remain silent, allowing him to continue to plunder your ravage with his monstrous cock, for despite the pain that shoots through your cunt, there is a torrent of unbridled pleasure underneath. It's a bit of a masochistic pleasure, but you enjoy it all the same.

All of a sudden, you feel Seonghwa push himself all the way into you, the thick knot pressing against your stretched-out entrance. The head of his cock hits the wall of your back and reaches up to the point where the head of Hongjoong's cock is pressing against the groove of your cervix. Seonghwa purred with pleasure as your walls clenched at the penetration.

"You're such a good bunny—the perfect sleeve for a cock. My precious little thing." The Alpha praises you; there is an animal intonation in his voice.

"The most beautiful bitch we've ever had." Hongjoong purrs from beneath you, his chest rumbling at the sound as he continues to lick and nibble at your nipples. His mouth fills with sweet, aromatic milk. "I've never thought of church girls as my type, but darling, I've enjoyed fucking your pussy."

"So good. You took both our cocks, princess." Seonghwa moans and leaves hot, open-mouthed kisses on your neck, where he will soon bite. "And you are going to take both of our knots as well; you are going to do it, right? Are you going to take the knots of both of your alphas in your little cunt, just like mommy tells you to?"

Your tongue feels so heavy in your mouth and your lips are so uncomfortably dry that you can barely manage to utter a single coherent word, but you are too afraid to disobey Seonghwa.

"Yes, yes, I will take both of your knots. I will be the best bunny in the world for you."

Both of them freeze inside you for a moment, enjoying the velvety heat of your pussy and waiting for you to get used to the huge size of their girth as they open you up. The room is filled with the sounds of hoarse breathing, low purring, and your squeaking. But you can hear distant scratching and breathless moaning coming from behind the closed door of Seonghwa's royal bedroom. The door shakes a few times, as if someone is trying to rip it off its hinges, and then everything freezes once more, plunging the bedroom into a silent, stuffy atmosphere of sex and lust.

The burning sensation from the dilation soon begins to fade. It disappears until only a slight twinge of pain remains as pure euphoria begins to take over. You move your hips gently, squeezing your sensitive walls, the whore inside you humming as you feel unbelievably filled.

Seonghwa's lips slide over your skin, smearing saliva and licking and biting you, leaving his possessive marks all over your body. Meanwhile, Hongjoong takes your nipple in his mouth and brushes his teeth over the hardened tip of it as he sucks hard on your breast. Your mouth opens with a soft moan. The stimulation is overwhelming; it's like you're stuck between living and dying. Your body feels light and boneless, like a doll, and your head is completely empty. They have completely fucked the shit out of your brain, and the pressure of their thick, swollen knots tells you that the best is yet to come. They stuff you with their knots until your belly is swollen with a huge amount of cum, and you swallow, remembering how much Hongjoong cum in your mouth. You can almost feel the thick liquid running down your oesophagus.

At that very moment, you feel Seonghwa pull away from you, his cock dragging along Hongjoong's, before he slams into you again with all his might.

You are almost choking on your scream; your eyes are rolling back into the back of your head, and your whole body is shaking. This movement is the only warning you have, because almost immediately they start to ram their cocks into you again. They grind you between their bodies like a doll, controlling your hips as they wish and driving their cocks into you. With each thrust, Seonghwa's teeth become sharper against your skin. They warn you of the Alpha's impending bite.

Their pace is unnatural; neither of them can catch the rhythm of the other, which only adds to your pleasure. Your body twitches and shakes from their sharp, stuttering thrusts. With each thrust, they plunge their cocks as deep as they can into you, their hips pressing against yours and their swollen, dripping cockheads hitting the back walls of your vagina. Each time you feel your toes curl in pleasure, Their brutal thrusts create a strong pressure in the pit of your stomach, and you fall limply on top of Hongjoong, letting them pound into you, their cocks thrusting mercilessly into you over and over again. Seonghwa's soft palm presses against your belly, pressing against the bulge that their cocks are forming inside of you.

"All of it is mine!" His growl is so animalistic and possessive that it makes your prey instincts start to panic. Instinctively, you squeeze together, your pussy spasming around their cocks. Your brain is torn apart by pleasure, fear, and pain. You do not know what to focus on. It drives you almost so far into subspace that you practically lose the ability to speak, and all you can make are inarticulate, primitive sounds.

Their stuttering pace doesn't last long, and they soon find their rhythm—Hongjoong pulling out of you and Seonghwa pushing in, each time hitting the most sensitive part of you. Their new, brutal pace makes your eyes roll back into your skull, and your cunt is filled by at least one of their cocks with each thrust. Their hips press against yours, and you hiss with pleasure as the Alphas take it in turns to slam into you, using your pussy as a sleeve for both of their cocks. A mixture of wanton desire and ecstatic bliss is running through your blood; your veins are boiling with pleasure, and you are sure that you are going to go mad with euphoria. Their cocks are filling you all the time and do not give you a break from the lustful ecstasy.

What they do to you can hardly be called sex; rough, animalistic, primitive mating is a more accurate description of what they do.

"So fucking tight, daddy will fill you with his cum." The Alpha moans under you, his sweat-soaked bangs clinging to his demonically beautiful face, his lips bitten so hard that drops of blood appear on the soft flesh. His eyes are wild and dark, like the bottom of hell itself, and it scares the hell out of you.

Seonghwa sinks his teeth into your neck more and more aggressively, his teeth marks cutting into your flesh as he goes. His claws have long since torn through the plush, plump flesh of your thighs to the point where you are bleeding.

"You are my bunny. You belong to me alone, and I will breed you. I will fuck you day and night until there is no other thought in your head but me and your belly is swollen with my cum. You will always be full. You will walk around the whole fucking house, dripping cum all over your pretty legs, so that every fucking person in this house will know that you are mine.".

You know that they're both on the verge of orgasm, their cocks pulsating inside you, the knots becoming more and more obvious with each thrust and clinging painfully to your used, swollen hole. Your whole body is bouncing from the sheer force of the thrusts of their cocks. Your consciousness is completely lost in the haze of orgasm that is on the horizon. Suddenly, both of the Alphas are slamming into you at the same time, their cocks causing your walls to stretch out around their girths.

You squeal at the sensation: Seonghwa's cock pressing against Hongjoong's against your soft walls, the flesh above your womb swelling, and the thick outline of their cocks bulging against your abdominal skin. The bulge is pushed into your womb by Seonghwa's hand. You let out a hiss of burning pleasure.

As the Alpha's hand continues to press against your swollen belly—the soft flesh of your inner walls pulsating around it—a dry sob escapes your lips and tears sting your eyes. Your veins burn with pleasure, spikes of white-hot heat shooting down your spine all the way to the tips of your toes. As you feel their knots begin to thicken, your tear-stained eyes widen in fear. As you feel both of their knots begin to swell, a sharp wail of pain escapes from your throat as your eyes begin to close as your already stretched walls begin to stretch even further. Their pace becomes heavy and slow, thrusting so deep and hard that you swear you can taste their cocks as they thrust. The powerful movements of their hips cause their knots to press against your entrance, thick, knotted bulges threatening to penetrate you as they move. Suddenly you scream loudly, your back arching violently as part of their knots are pushed into your vagina.

"O-oh God, Alpha, that hurts. You're going to tear me apart." A mixture of pain and pleasure runs through you as another inch of their swollen flesh enters you.

"You can take this." Hongjoong growls in response.

"Your body has been made for us, my little bunny. You will take mommy and daddy's knot and thank us. Just like a good obedient slut should do when her masters tie her pussy." Seonghwa continues.

"Please..." You beg hoarsely, your voice straining against your sore throat, both because you were screaming and because Hongjoong's cock roughly fucked it earlier.

Both Alphas continue to pound into you, and suddenly you feel Hongjoong pressing harder against your cervix, your eyes widening as he presses against the tight groove, trying to push his knot into you.

"No! No... Alpha, please. I can't... Daddy don't..." You whimper, but all words die on your lips as you suddenly feel the head of his cock opening up your cervix, soft flesh enveloping the head of Hongjoong's cock as he somehow manages to push his knot into you.

Squealing in euphoria, jolts of pain coursing through your body as your cervix and cunt open up around the Alpha's monster cock, you suddenly fall over the edge of pleasure as your orgasm ricochets through you. Hongjoong's knot is already inside you, and Seonghwa slams his hips into you extra hard, forcing the rest of his own knot into you. With both of their knots safely inside you and the head of Hongjoong's cock still pressed against the opening of your cervix, your eyes roll back in your head as you cum furiously. Your whole body is shaking in convulsions, your toes curling up, the silky walls clenching in a vice around their members, and you are crying from how painful and delicious it is at the same time. Before their cocks swell, throbbing furiously as they begin to cum simultaneously, a dark, animal growl is the only sound you hear. Thick, hot sperm flows into you in viscous streams. Through the hazy haze of orgasm, you feel their warmth filling your insides. It paints your complexion white with their essence.

"You are mine, little bunny." Seonghwa's voice is like the song of an angel, luring you into the depths of hell. His gorgeous, sensual lips stretch across your skin, revealing sharp fangs. A second later, they dig into your flesh with such fury and force that your skin tears like a petal, and hot blood fills his mouth and flows down your body.

The pain is blinding; it feels as if your whole body has been immersed in boiling water and then in ice-cold water. The contrast of sensations is so striking that for a second you forget how to breathe. Your mouth opens in a silent scream, your eyes roll back into the back of your head, and your body freezes in place as if it were paralysed. Seonghwa swallows your blood greedily, his tongue flicking over each of the deep bulges that have now been permanently etched into your skin. Hongjoong throws her head back and howls solemnly in praise of her Alpha, a sound echoed by the shrill and deafening howls of the puppies crowded outside the bedroom door.

Simultaneously, your walls tighten around their cocks, your battered pussy milking them for all they're worth. A few long moments later, their sperm is still pouring out with vigour, and your eyes close in helplessness as you take in all that they are giving you. The two knots of their cocks are blocking your entrance; their sperm is unable to pour out of you. Stay safely inside your body. Your belly begins to swell, and your flesh is soaked with their cum. Speechless from all these sensations, you lose all sense of reality and allow the Alphas to do whatever they want to you. It's unlikely that you'll be able to get out any time soon; their thick knots won't loosen up for a while yet, and you can't tell how long it will take—maybe an hour, maybe the whole night. You also know that even after their exit from your body, Seonghwa will fuck you again on his own in order to mate with you again, this time as a legal partner.

Your tiny body is completely broken, your consciousness is lost in a deep, euphoric subspace, and you are completely unaware of what is going on around you. Somehow they manage to change your position; you are lying on your side between them as their bodies wrap around you, and the knots are still swollen and tied up in your pussy. You are still drunk, in a post-orgasmic haze, your chest heaving as it tries to quell the burning sensation in your lungs. Your body is still tense, and you are trembling in the arms of the Alphas. 

The Alphas are purring around you, their fingers and lips exploring your skin.

From time to time, Seonghwa moans into your ear in a velvety sound. The Alpha is full and satisfied; he has got what he wanted—his very own sweet bunny. Hongjoong licks the last of the tears from your cheeks, and his claws draw an intricate pattern on your shoulder as you fall asleep.

Through the heavy haze of sleep, you can hear the door to the bedroom open and the soft whispering of voices inside. A mix of different smells hit you, but you couldn't tell them apart, balancing on the edge of dreaming. The bed is sagging under the weight of someone else, as flexible bodies are crawling onto it.

"How could she take you? She's so tiny." There is genuine concern in the voice. 

"Can the bunny play with us too?" 

"I want to play with the bunny."

"Well, well, my little one, don't worry. The bunny will be able to play with you, and even more, she will play with all of us."

Seonghwa says it in a patronising way next to your ear. His lips linger on the pulsating, blood-red imprint of his teeth on the nape of your neck.

"Take care of her, boys. Bunny has a long night ahead.

Before you fall over the edge into a deep pit of dreams, this is the last you hear. That, and the feeling of several pairs of hot, wet lips as they kiss your naked skin.

[archivedzeke]

can i request something with tengen and cunnilingus, mayhaps? 👀

AFAB ! TEGEN UZUI

warnings ! top m reader , cunnilingus , dirty talk , twitter link (✩)

tegen would never deny you the request of eating his cunt. anyway you wanted it , he’d give it to you. that’s how you both ended up like this now.

you preferred when he let you eat it from the back when he was full of your cum. you could always take the chance of grabbing a handful of his thick ass.

the way he was naturally able to arch his back and present his ass for you was astounding. his plump tits pressed firmly against the ground while he waved his ass for you , practically enticing and begging you to tongue fuck pussy until he came.

you loved to start out with him on his knees , face-down into the mattress , eating it from the back and prying his big thighs apart to make room for your face until he collapses.

spitting on his cunt every time his juices leaked into your mouth and using your tongue to fuck it back into him. you were fucking disgusting.

when you then get in between tegen’s legs and go to work on his cunt , pressing kisses up his thighs as he spreads his knees apart obediently , allowing you to lift his legs up to rest atop your own broad shoulders.

tegen is a sucker for your head and you were an absolute menace when it came to eating his pussy the way you wanted to. you’d tease him.

first , your teeth grazing his skin , nipping and sinking into soft flesh until red bite marks indent the fat of his thighs , staking a claim on what is rightfully yours. “stop teasin’ damnit ! please”

and you do. you would never refuse your lover. your technique drives him mad , you can’t get enough of him. his taste , his smell , the way his thighs shake as if he was already close to cumming.

tengen would be lying if he said he didn’t love how you ate him out like a starved man. the sexy way his eyes rolled into the back of his own head as you sucked on his engorged clit with lustful vigor. you seemed obsessed with making tegen cum. how he would grind his cunt into his mouth while asking for more. fuck the sight was heavenly.

you had a cruel tongue , sucking and slurping at your clit while two blunt fingertips press against the puffy swell of his cunt , sinking between swollen lips just to keep him satiated until you pushed your tongue inside. making him cum from just his clit was a priority first.

his essence would coat the lower half of your face , a small ring of white cum forming around your fingers as tegen finds himself clenching around the digits.

the pulsing of his sticky walls around your finger before he cums all over them and you find your self pulling away from his clot to lick them clean.

the moment you find yourself diving into your tongue first into his drenched pussy is when you know you’re to far gone. you moaned , his thighs tense and shaking around your head as his fingers found their way to your hair.

“fuck yeah . . ngh. keep eating my pussy love”you’re sloppy but precise, burying your face in his cunt and lapping up his mess , drooling all over his box and gripping his thighs , smothering yourself with his puffy pussy.

fuck breathing at the moment. you want him to cream all over your tongue until he couldn’t remember his own name. swirling the appendage and dipping it further into his minge. his cum and your salvia gushing out from around your tongue.

“j-just like that love. . . oh yess !” , tegen found himself moving his hips against your mouth , pelvis working overtime just to feel you more.

your nose nudges his clit and tegen grinds against your face , dragging his pussy against your lips which causes you to groan in encouragement , a low sound that send vibrations straight to tengen’s cord and he whimpers on his own accord.

you start to eat tegen with more earnest , alternating between the flicking of your tongue over the swollen bundle of nerves at the apex of his hot sex and laving the flat of his tongue over the plump folds.

“shit love ! your t-tongue feel ssssooo good” your grip on tegen is firm , keeping him in place so that you could fasten your lips to his cunt and suck. you know he’ll pull away from the pleasure.

“m’ g’nna cum !”

tegen’s dirty talk was unmatched. fuck his words could make you bust alone. you push two finger in along side your tongue , moving the digits at a separate pace of your tongue. you curl them , pressing into that soft spot deep in his carnal slick pussy.

“fu-fuck. . . oh fucking god ! right there !” tegen tenses , clenching around your thick fingers as your nose continues to graze the throbbing bundle of nerves more

“i’m cumming ! fuck i’m cumming baby !” — with each stroke and stretch of your movements , a shot of heat and tegen’s back arched off the bed , broken whimpers and sobs leaving his throat as the grip on your scalp becomes harder.

he falls off the edge with a sob , pussy clenching and spasming as white hot pleasure paints his mind. you pulls your fingers out and still your tongue, shoving it further into his pussy to catch every ounce of his delicious release—not a drop was to go to waste.

𝗰𝘃𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘇𝗲𝗸𝗲™

[whimsyvixen]

La Oportunidad

Avatar: Way of Water Drabble

Rating: 18+

Pairing: Recom Miles Quaritch x Female Reader x Recom Lyle Wainfleet

WARNINGS/TAGS: NSFW, explicit sexual content, dark smut, ⚠️dubcon and noncon themes ⚠️, extremely dubious consent, exophilia, interspecies, size difference, gym sex, threesome, Big Blue alien dickkk, large cock (they're too big for you), blowjob, deepthroating, gagging on Na'vi dick, (pretty nasty sex because I'm a degenerate)

Tagging @nin3kyuu because you were with me every step of the way! 😘

Sloppy gurgles and low, throaty groans resonated in the dimly lit locker rooms of the vacant gym. 

Any who's curiosity was intrigued by the sounds would need to walk several steps into this section of the building before noticing scattered clothing on the floor. It would create a trail that would lead straight to the shower stalls, where the area was shrouded in complete darkness and the wet clapping of flesh became much more audible. 

Even with the low light emitting from the hall, it was too dark to distinguish any shapes. If it was brighter, one would see that the curtains shielding the showers were all pulled to the side to reveal empty stalls. All except for one, where the loose cloth could be seen billowing with movement from the occupied space. A muffled whine was heard from inside, husky laughter following as if entertained by the pitiful sound. 

Pulling the curtain away, one would be faced with the most debauched and lewd sight.

Trapped between the lithe figures of two Na'vi males, a lone human female was being subjected to their lustful desires. 

~

"Colonel, you were right about this o-one," Wainfleet grunted as he held your neck. "Look how well she's sucking me off." He thrust another inch of his thick cock inside your mouth, causing you to gag and scratch at his waist in protest. 

"Such a dirty girl. Have you no shame?" Quaritch asked rhetorically, leering at your bruised and naked form. "Don't you care what others will think of you once they realize you love getting fucked by alien dicks?" 

A whimper escaped you, the thought clearly humiliating you even as your vaginal muscles clamped down on the thickest part of him.

Quaritch hissed through his sharp fanged teeth, thighs quaking from the sudden tightness of the heated orifice encompassing his dick. He dug his nails into your plush thighs punishingly, breaking through the skin and causing you to bleed. "You're a real nasty piece of work." 

Even with the disgusted look he threw your way, he didn't stop undulating his hips as he fucked you – wanting to make his passage much easier on your small body. His eyes were intent on the sight of your pussy struggling to accommodate him, your puffy lips stretched taut around him.

He was little more than halfways inside.

Wainfleet cursed when the muscles in your throat swallowed him down. Glancing down, he shuddered at the visible bulge in your throat, running his thumb over it in wonder. 

"You wanted this, didn't you?" 

~

Blood rushed to your head from the suspended position the Recom soldiers had you in. While the Colonel was busy trying to shove his way inside your tiny pussy, Wainfleet continued to rock his hips into your wet mouth – a mixture of precum and your spit trailing down the corners of your lips to smear all over your face. 

You scrunched up your eyes when the blend of fluids tickled your lashes, nearly nauseating you with its copious feel. 

It didn't help that you were choking from the thick appendage lodged in your throat, making breathing nearly impossible (given their size, it was to be expected for them to be large all around). You went to pull away, the ache in your jaw soon becoming too unbearable for you to handle. 

Quaritch immediately noticed this before slamming his hips between your thighs, propelling your body forward to take more of Lyle's cock down your throat. Obscene gurgles escaped you as you almost retched from the forceful action. 

"Hey, hey. Easy girl," As your chest heaved in obvious distress, Lyle started to play with your hair to distract you. Sweet murmurs of how much of a good slut you were reached your ears. You shouldn't have found the derogatory manner in which they complimented you arousing. It should not have calmed you. It should not have had you producing more honey between your legs.  However, some hidden part of you was enjoying their treatment of you.

Despite your best efforts to resist responding to them, the primal manner in which they plundered your body had every one of your nerve endings jumping in ecstasy.  

Something brushed against your clit, causing your eyes to spring open and your body to jolt in their grip. It tickled the little nub in a maddening fashion that had you jerking your limbs in desperation when it wouldn't stop. 

You had forgotten about the primary mission of the Colonel between your thighs. 

~

Quaritch held you wide open, rubbing his thumb on your little clit after having successfully fed three fourths of his member inside you.

"Just a little bit more sweetheart," Quaritch crooned at you. "Relax a little for me, will ya? We're almost there."

"Shit. I can see the shape of your dick in her stomach." Lyle couldn't help but stare, startled by how much your tummy expanded around Quaritch. "You sure she can take your knot, Colonel?"

Quaritch tilted his head in consideration, wondering if taking him to the hilt would damage you beyond repair. While the thought pleased a feral part of him, he didn't want to break you so soon either.

"Women are built to stretch, Lyle. I'm sure she can take it."

~

~

There you have it, you guys! I hope you enjoyed this nasty little drabble I wrote 💙💙💙 !

(If you're interested in the NSFW art I made for this, simply click here) 👈

It feels so amazing to finally get this imagine out of my head. I wasn't able to sleep for dayyyys 😩

[aiysan3]

Snippet from ' tell me something dirty ' on Wattpad

"Where do you want me?" You asked as he stopped walking. He pulled you infront of him taking a few steps back before pointing at the floor.

"Stay there." He muttered.

You thought he would walk away and get something to use on you but he just stood there staring. You tried to read his face but he was so unreadable, it was starting to annoy you how hard it was to know what he was thinking.

"These," his voice clear and demanding, hand going to your hoodie and tugging at it like it was a nuisance "need to come off."

Maybe it was his tone that had your heart racing or the way he looked at you with a predatory gaze that had you pussy flipping and legs trembling. Your hands crossed over your stomach holding the bottom of your hoodie and pulling it over your head. You dropped the garment on the floor, then went into the waistband of your joggers pulling it down and dropping it in the same pile the hoodie was in.

You looked at Shoji for approval, he shook his head in response.

" Everything."

You bit your lip, watching him watch you remove your bra, your hands going behind your back and unhooking the metal, the fabric falling forward as you slipped it down your arms and off your chest.

He had no shame using his quirk to oogle at your breasts, what freaked you out even more was how it turned you on, the mounds becoming sensitive to the air around, nipples hardening.

Your fingers skimmed past your hips into your underwear, pulling the fabric down. Your movements slowed breathing speeding up as he walked behind you.

He could see your pussy better from the back, as you slightly bent over to get them off, he could see the small string of arousal dripping from you, the flesh of your ass that he couldn't wait to have in his palm and the plush of your thighs that he would beg to have squeezing his head as you sat on his face.

He stared at your assets circling you, his gaze low and practically objectifying you.

You loved it.

The eyes of his quirk surrounded you as he walked around you, examining every part of you engraving it into his mind every imperfection every sexy detail he could see it all.

You could feel it, the way your body was reacting to his gaze, the way your pussy quivered and legs shook, your breasts perking up and breathing increasing.

You wanted to ask why he wasn't doing anything why he was just staring and what he wanted to do with you but you just couldn't your body wouldn't allow you to speak, too curious but patient enough to wait, wait and see what this inexplicable man wanted to do with you.

"How do you usually masterbate?" He asked, he stood behind you staring at your ass. He really loved your ass.

You turned your head over your shoulder brows furrowed as you wondered is you heard him right. Was he not going to touch you?

"I wanna watch you touch yourself, show me how you do it, the way you did on the phone." His voice held that of authority, and swayed you so easily.

"Yes sir." You mumbled sinking to the floor, as he walked infront of you making himself comfortable against one of the tables, arms folded watching you.

You were flustered you wouldn't lie, but the vulgarity of the situation had your pussy stimulated and eager for touch.

You sat down, your feet flat on the floor, your legs apart, showing him your wet cunt, one hand held you up so your back didn't touch the cold concrete.

Your index and middle found there way into your mouth, your tongue swirling around them, you couldn't leave his gaze, it was carnal, impatient aching for you to fuck yourself on your fingers, palming his appendage through he trousers as you stared at him.

Your fingers left your mouth, index circling the entrance of your core to collect arousal and rubbing it on your clit.

"Haah." Your fingers circled the nerves, head tilting back as your pace slowly increased.

You quickly lifted your head up furrowing your brows and biting your lip as you stared, you wanted to see his face, you were wanted to see your effect on him, to watch desire grow on his face.

Your middle finger inched towards your pussy, pushing in slowly, you puffed your cheeks refusing to look away from the man infront of you who was now stroking himself in time with your fingering.

You could feel pressure growing inside you, you grinding your clit into your palm and adding your index into yourself, curling your fingers deliciously into your spot.

Your noises were quiet blocked by your sealed lips, however a few mewls were able to escape, a heat spreading within your body.

He watched, he watched your digits disappear into your cunt indoctrinated by your blissed face. He studied you, the way your ample breasts rested against your heaving chest, the embarrassing sounds coming from you, your flushed face and obvious struggle to keep your eyes from rolling in pleasure as you stared at him.

He noticed the way your fingers sped up, the way you lay spread on the concrete floor your free hand rolling your nipple between it's fingers and hips lifting to grind your clit into your hands. He had a great inclination towards the way you lost yourself as you came practically squirming on the ground plump lips parting to release salacious whines.

"Hnghhf-fuck~ Oh fuck~" You chanted, a hot electricity spreading through your body as you released around your fingers, shutting your eyes and rubbing your clit with your palm.

Your fingers left your pussy resting on the floor beside you as you caught your breath, Shoji watched the opaque liquid leave your body feeling himself become flushed. He needed you to touch him, he needed to touch you, to feel you and grope you, he needed to satiate the sick things he wanted to do to you that were growing in his mind before they escaped and materialized and he scared you away.

new chapter every Monday

Wattpad - aiysan2

[rosetheex-editor]

(OOC WARNING: DESCRIPTIONS OF HEAVY GORE BELOW THE CUT, PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK.)

[Video transcript begin.]

[The transcript begins as most do, the front jacket pocket of someone's jacket. This time from a wagon, the camera facing someone's back as they drag it along. Multiple walls pass by as the woman, wearing a brown jacket with a Ruby on the back. Mutters to herself.]

?: [Muttering.] Stupid. Fucking STUPID. Why can't I just not start a fight?

[Voice identified: Rose Henderson.]

?: Where are we going?

[Voice identified: “Sparrow”.]

R: I don't know, just somewhere so I can calm down.

[Rose continues walking, eventually a green light is seen relatively far away. Rose stops, the wagon stopping as well.]

R: [Muttering.] Ruby… Ruby… I have to try…

[Rose begins walking again, dragging the wagon along. Neither person speaking for roughly 3 minutes, the light getting closer the more they move.]

Sp: This is dumb. You know this right?

R: I have to try, give me my phone.

[The camera changes position as Sparrow hands the phone to Rose. The walking continues faint static eventually is heard as Rose walks ever closer.]

R: [Muttering.] Ruby, please don't kill me…

[The static gets louder as Rose turns a corner, as the camera focuses on a creature. Sitting facing the wall, their spine is covered in wires and rotting flesh as it sticks out like a spike. Dirty long brown curly hair in view tangled by the wires and rotting flesh. And a loud inhuman crunch is heard as the creature slowly stands.]

R: Ruby?

[The creature spins, rotting flesh and remaining organs fall out as it does. The face of the monster now visible, two bright green lights shine down the hallway the creature is in. One of which is seemingly shining through a hole in what appears to be an eyeball. A small amount of human flesh remains on the face seemingly positioned in a sad face, the rib cage is bent open revealing a broken speaker covered in rotting flesh. The legs of the creature are the worst, human bone in the hips peaking out, bent 90 degrees around, kneecaps both broken.]

R: Sparrow go.

[After 6 seconds the sound of a wagon is heard, the person inside rolling it away fast. Rose and the camera stay focused on the creature, who screams loudly before slowing heading towards Rose.]

R: Ruby plea-

[The creature begins running prompting Rose to do the same, the footage becoming a blur of gray white and illuminating green. The creature screams as after 30 seconds Rose runs up some stairs, the creature heard following behind.]

R: RUBY LISTEN TO ME PLEASE! I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE I'M SORRY!

[Another mechanical scream, Rose keeps running, being chased by the creature. After a minute they run up another set of stairs. Still being chased.]

R: RUBY WILL YOU LISTEN TO ME!

[No response, the creature continues chase for another minute as Rose runs up another set of stairs.]

R: RUBY! PLEASE!

[After 30 seconds of Rose repeating the name, she trips. The phone falling out of her pocket and lands against a pillar, now facing Rose on the ground, her hand up facing the monster. And the creature, looking down at the now bleeding arm.]

R: I know… I know you're in there somewhere… Plea-

[Before Rose can finish, the creature grabs hold of Rose's right arm their hand in the creature's mouth. Blood oozing from both the hand and shoulder, the sound of fabric and tendons being ripped, bones snapping and popping out of place and after 5 more seconds. The creature rips Rose's arm clean off as she screams in pain, before the creature can do anymore harm a loud shout is heard followed by something hitting them in the head. Causing the creature to put the arm in their mouth like a toy and run in that direction.]

R: [Pained.] h- help… f- fuck…

[Rose coughs, blood pouring out from where the appendage used to be. Creating a puddle after a few seconds.]

[Distant footsteps can be heard off to the right, whoever is approaching is taking large strides to reach wherever they’re trying to get to.]

?: Hello? I heard screaming, is ev–

[Voice identified: Ophelia.]

[Zey pause, her legs now visible in frame near Rose, a shriek that nearly moves the camera from its spot is let out.]

O: HOLY SHIT. ARE– what the fuck am I saying. I– shit. Fuck. FUCK. Um, Rose? Can you… are you…?

R: [Pained and layered with coughing.] S- she hurt me… why… w- why?

O: Oh, no. I… Rose. Jesus… I’m going to get you help, okay? Because I know Ness would probably throw herself off a building if you died here. Does that sound good?

[Rose struggles to raise her thumb in the up position, blood still draining from her shoulder.]

[Ophelia wastes no time in crouching down and grabbing Rose, as well as the phone, she puts it in what appears to be a pocket in a jean jacket. Xe places Rose on one of their shoulders so she can have one arm free. And they begin sprinting.]

[Ophelia’s phone begins ringing, the song “Another one bites the dust” is identified as the ringtone.]

O: [Quietly.] Shit.

[Ophelia pulls out her phone and answers the call, putting on their most happy tone of voice as zey speak to the person on the other end.]

O: [Overly cheerfully.] Hey girlie! How are you?

?: Want the truth or a lie?

[Voice identified: Ness.]

O: The truth, bestie. What’s up? What’s bugging you?

Ne: Henry… Has made no progress at all with recovery.

O: Aw, I’m sorry, Ness. That sounds really rough. I hope he gets better soon.

Ne: Yeah… Honestly Rose is the only reason I haven't snapped… If anything happened to her I uhm… I am worried about what I would do.

O: [A tinge of awkward worry added into her tone.] Um. Yeaaaahh…!

Ne: Ophelia… What happened?

O: So, uh. [Her voice falters, the cheery facade falling away.] Ness, I’m so sorry. She’s– I– I don’t–

Ne: Please god don't let her be dead… Please.

O: NO SHE’S STILL ALIVE. I HAVE HER RIGHT HERE. She’s just… [Quickly.] down a limb.

Ne: …

O: I have to go. I’ll… do something. Just… hang tight, alright? It’ll be fine.

Ne: If she dies. I'm in. I don't care who I have to fight.

O: … got it.

[Ophelia hangs up.]

O: Rose, don’t you dare fucking die. Stay with me. Your girlfriend has just made a very stupid choice.

R: [Loopy.] I told jebby… I wouldn't die… So we goob…

O: [Under her breath.] Who the actual fuck is Jebby.

R: [Loopy.] Sparrow… Mom…

O: I– okay. Save your energy, girl. We’re close, but I need you to stay awake for a bit longer. Just a little more.

[Rose does not respond outside of a groan of pain.]

[Ophelia speeds up, ending up in front of a door within 15 seconds. She flings it open, revealing the PR office. Several people are watching TV within.]

O: GUYS. PROBLEM. HELP. NOW.

[Several members stand up, and move over to Ophelia, only noticing Rose once they step closer.]

R: [Loopy.] Ruby ripped… My arm off…

?: Ha, parallels.

[Voice identified: Nicholas.]

[Every PR member turns to Nicholas, who can be seen in the back leaning up against a wall. They all shout at him in unison.]

PR members: SHUT THE FUCK UP, NICHOLAS.

O: There’s a time and place for jokes like that!

R: [Loopier.] Fuck… You… Cunt…

O: Ignore him. Someone get some bandages and… well. Everything we have!

R: trancrip…

O: Wh–

[Ophelia fumbles around, struggling to get Rose’s phone out of their pocket. Once xe does, zey sigh, and end the transcript without another word.]

[End transcript.]

[slitheringblu]

Headcanons

[Some are NSFW]

The unhinging jaw is one of the many characteristics of being a snake that Russet possesses that his sister and bother do not. This is not exactly a motion he needs to do but it feels good to stretch out his joints. Maybe cause a fright or two. 

Unusually sharp/slightly curved teeth, while having its advantages, has quite a bit of disadvantage. Have you ever had your tongue punctured by needles?

While humans can have their strengths, a crushing grip certainly has its benefits and is less messy. While tall and almost lanky in appearance, Russet has the power behind his form. Clamping onto an opponent will end in a cut off of oxygen. Maybe with a sharp object of a gun close in hand, his victim can break free but otherwise no real chance of getting away once the spy has a good hold.

His flesh is a bit tougher than a normal human’s, the texture is an odd mixture of normal human skin with random patches of reptile scales. No, it is not slimy or rough. Gripping is be a little troublesome. Taking a knife to him just makes it a little harder to split muscle. 

Russet can easily go days without food after one meal. Though it would have to be a large chunk of meat [like an entire roast] to go for a week-long without the urge to consume more.

Shedding IS a thing. It extremely painful, it’s messy, it’s repulsive to watch and can take up to three days to a week to fully finish shedding his flesh. The BLU becomes REALLY aggressive while in this process yet also very vulnerable. Thankfully this happens once every two-three months. 

Like snake anatomy, Russet has one extra dick that can kinda complicate certain situations. No, said appendage does not have the exact shape or texture like any other normal human male sex organ. It’s weird. One upside is that there is a sheath to make wearing clothes less discomforting. 

Russet does have a forked tongue but chooses to not have it exposed as such. He can control the muscles to either split or come together well enough to look like a normal muscle. 

Russet and his immediate family are actually half Russian and half German. The extreme body mutations due to the lab experiments and gene splicing have drastically changed their features from hair, facial and body structure and colors. Ex: Black would have kept his mousy brown hair and pale gray eyes. Colorless could’ve continued to have dirty blonde hair instead of white and plain minty green eyes. Russet was just an infant at the time of the splicing but might have had platinum blonde hair and purple hued eyes.

Russet probably has the weakest accent since the scientist were a mixture of races and slang. Colorless leans more towards Russian hint While Black takes more German since they grew up raised apart half the time.

Random Headcanon for the snake family’s real names: Russet - Ivanya [E-vaughn-ya]  Romanov  Colorless - Matilda  Romanov  Black - Burnell  Romanov

Brutal AU Headcanons

To say Russet hates being stared at is an understatement. He will try to tolerate it initially as not everyone means to. Though his temperament is not certain. He could be trying to shy away one moment, the next trying to eat out your eyeballs. Yes, he does do that. 

Considering the snake is tapped into his animalistic habits, Russet does preform on and off again cannibalism. It’s not their thing. Just happens when the camels back is broken.

Another nasty habit he acts on is ripping out people’s jaw by hand, yes he has the strength to do so. Mostly to those who talk too much shit to him or those he feels close to. Even if it’s a minor, crappy insult. Or other times are if someone seems to love to hear themselves talk.

[undead-merman]

i lied im not better. im not over the naga thing. i dont think i will be for a while.

listen. LISTEN JUST PLEASE HEAR ME OUT... okay listen. what if. twinning tails together,,, wrapping them around one another,,, for the demons who have tails,,,, i simply thing it would be extremely romantic.

bonus points if they want to KEEP tails together and won't let you go,,

Leviathan, Belphegor, and Barbatos holding tails with Naga GN-Reader SFW

Leviathan

He’s way too nervous to try it first. Doesn’t even really think of it, to begin with. It's just a tail to him just another appendage, a bit sensitive, but just a tail. 

But he does find himself looking at yours and finding comfort in how similar they are. Serpentine, long, and maybe a bit clumsy with a mind of its own sometimes. 

But your scales are so pretty, much nicer than his, and it's much bigger too. He often finds himself staring at it and even envious of it as well. The color is just lustrous and his brain and hands are itching to touch it. 

He doesn’t dare try to touch it until you both are in a pact and he’s close to you, figuratively and literally. It can only happen when you two are alone and close up and he can’t stand just looking at it anymore. He’ll blurt out “P-Please let me touch your tail!!!” it leaves you both stunned and he slams his hands over his mouth. 

Should you agree he’s still asking if you are sure, his hands are dirty and you have to remind him you slither on the ground and even then he’s squirming. You damn near have to pull his hands to you. 

He’s feeling every little bit of his tail, the scales, the flesh. He’s just in wonder and awe. But if you touch his? He screams and tries to pull away. Babbling and red-faced saying it’s not fair when it really is. 

He’ll let you touch it but he has to calm down from his panic attack. And he finds your touch soothing. His scales are cold and smooth. Not an imperfection to be found on it, and it even has an ocean-like irradiance. 

Once he gets used to the touch he’ll be much more open to touching with his tail. In quiet moments the thing shakily slides over and wraps around yours and he’s shaking. But he does it more and more every time until his tail just seeks yours out when he’s not even paying attention.    

Belphegor

To him, it’s really just a longer arm. He uses it to shuffle things over since the tip can’t really help him grab stuff. He’s extremely disappointed that he doesn’t have a tail like the others that can grip stuff and pull it over to him. 

He’s not shy about looking at your tail. He’ll often fall onto it and pass out on it. It’s like the cool side of the pillow all the time. It’s his second favorite pillow. And as you're getting closer it’s slowly beating his cow pillow.

He’s not afraid to touch an admire either. After things have calmed down he’s been tracing the patterns as he falls asleep on your tail, and you’ve struggled to move with him on you. 

He also has a habit of when you try to move he curls up more and even wraps his own tail around you, though he’s not aware of it. 

But if you want to touch his tail he’s all smug asking what you’ll do to touch it. Give him something, it can be as simple as getting him a snack when he’s too lazy to get up or you could point out what he’s been doing and he’ll flush and give you the go-ahead. It’s not fair if he gets to touch it all the time right? 

The tip of the tail is soft and plush like chinchilla fur, though the rest of it is coarse almost like sandpaper. 

Once past the first of it, he’ll use his tail to mess with you. Brushing the tip against your nose to make you sneeze. Letting you lay on it, even trying to trip you up. He finds it hilarious. 

But during soft moments when he feels like the time is right, he’ll intertwine his tail with yours softly and slowly rub the tip in circles. Walking home, or looking up at the stars he'll do it anywhere as long as it’s a peaceful moment. Around his brothers? Not a chance.     

Barbatos  

It’s impolite to touch another’s tail. It can be a very intimate part of a creature's body. So he doesn’t even think about it for a while. 

His own tail is smooth and he has total control over it. If he’s going to be in tight quarters he can easily wrap it around himself to keep it from knocking into anything. And when he has his hands full he can use it as an extra hand. With the double tip, it makes maneuvering things so much easier. Balancing plates, or cleaning supplies with it.

It’s only when you’re in a faithful relationship does he even listen to the request of touching his tail. Solomon was the only exception since he was in a pact with him and endlessly curious. 

But if you end up touching it, he’ll ask if he can do the same. The way his hands move is pleasurable and even gives you goosebumps and raises your scales. He knows how to make it feel nice and not uncomfortable. 

He doesn’t like it if you just touch him. If you ask he’ll almost always let you touch it and he passes the same respect to you. That’s what a partnership is after all. And anytime you want him to massage your tail he’s happy to do it. 

He’s pleasantly surprised if you want to do the same, he won't stop you if that’s what you want. It's deeply relaxing though hard to get a good grip because of the bit of slime coating it. But he appreciates the effort.

In the moments you two are alone, he’ll slowly wrap his tail around your own, it’s gently and nearly feather-light until you squeeze back. It seems like he enjoys doing it since he does it every time you both find a moment.    

[claireunoia]

ONE MORE, SWEETHEART ➪ MATT MURDOCK

⊱✿⊰ synopsis : you can give matt just one more, can’t you? ♡.

⊱✿⊰ pairings : matt x fem!reader

⊱✿⊰ word count : 577

⊱✿⊰ warnings : SMUT, established relationship, mentions of oral (fem), fingering, overstimulation, lots of pet names, language, dirty talking, squirting, praising, d/s dynamics, soft!matt, that’s it?

❥ ─ author’s letter to you : ❝y’all i’m such a whore for this man. moment of silence for him we owe him that much. i hope y’all enjoy this short piece, love y’all!! <3 *reblogs & comments are so very appreciated*❞

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➙ “𝗖𝗠𝗢𝗡, sweetheart. you can give me one more”

the heavily toned body that belongs to matt laid right up against your side. your legs raised and spread far apart while his large hand was in between them. his fingers were ruining the expanse of your swollen core, your clit engorged and puffy due to matt eating you out from previous moments ago.

the only thing that left your agape lips were whines and shrieking mewls. you were experiencing that dooming feeling of overstimulation as matt continued bringing you closer and closer to your fourth orgasm of the spent night with his skilled fingers.

“m-matt, i can’t” the words were barely coherent as you whimpered them towards your beautiful lover, dainty hands flying up to wrap around his neck before resting your head in the comforting space. you can feel the vibration of the brunette’s chuckles against you, matt’s fingers coming up from your pussy to slip into his mouth. getting a taste of your addictive essence, a curse exiting his lips while he did so.

taking the now soaked fingers away, he placed the digits back onto your dripping cunt, rubbing in the new found wetness all around your pussy before going back up to rub at your button, but now with much more pressure.

“you can baby, this sweet little pussy can cum for me one last time” you utter another desperate whimper, both from the intense pleasure you were receiving matt and from his vulgar words. pulling your face away from the column of his neck to stare up at him.

his soft, chestnut locks ruffled on the top of his head. his brown, beautiful, slightly unfocused eyes boring into yours. although he couldn’t see you, he was for damn sure studying your features like a world class painting. matt senses were going through a wild overload as he kept pleasuring you, he could quite literally taste your juices on his tongue as if he was licking it up. the smell of your body heavy on his nose, everything about you drove him absolutely crazy.

“baby please, oh my god” at the sound of your broken cry, matt’s plump lips pulled up into that dashing, heart stopping grin. the slight red flesh of his lips coming down to pepper sweet kisses all along your sweaty face.

“what, what is it honey?” you couldn’t reply because you were so out of it, the hold you had around his neck tightening as matt began picking up the pace on your abused clit significantly.

“you gonna cum, sweetheart? gonna squirt everywhere for me?” 

“yes matty! m’so close, please” at your constant begging matt softly cooed.

“shh, i’m gonna give it to you, princess” in the next second you felt matt’s finger’s move away from your clit instead they were now prodding at your leaking entrance. very soon enough slipping inside of you, easily. his digits immediately reaching deeply in your walls and touching the spot that made your mind curl in. the feeling of him arching his appendage’s and beginning to fuck you quickly did it for you. you instantly fell off the edge harshly, cumming against him hard.

your silky thighs twitched frantically as you felt that tight knot in your stomach come undone. a light stream of your fluids squirting from your reddening cunt while so.

“fuck, such a good girl for me baby. making such a fucking mess, that’s it. keep cumming, you’re doing so good beautiful”

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[sableseb]

all i want is bucky with a nasty daddy kink and good god you write good smut

Thank you so much!🥺 Smut does hold a special place in my heart and to have someone say they think my smut is good, means everything. Daddy kink also holds a special place in my heart😉 Headcanon below💞

warnings: smut, dirty talk, daddy kink, slight vibranium arm kink, slight degradation, slight cum play, slight praise, spanking, fingering, biting

tags: @fuckandfluff @sparksforkoo @meetmeatyourworst @greeneyedblondie44 @thewritingdoll @bucky-soldat @bemine-bucky @harrysthiccthighss @stucky-my-ship

• Bucky has you exactly where he wants you. Face down, ass up. He holds this position close to his heart. You’re so easy to dominate this way, body so palpable as you bare your glistening cunt to him.

• He hasn’t touched you yet, he’s taking in the way your back arches, the way your hands grip the sheets tightly, how he can hear your soft pants of anticipation. He takes notice of the slight shine on your thighs from your arousal.

• “Please, Bucky, please.” You cry out to him, desperate to get his fingers, his tongue, his deliciously thick cock, anything to stop the ache that’s thrumming in your core.

• Bucky loves to hear you beg. It does something to him, the way your voice cracks a little. He just knows your big doe eyes are glassy from desperation. Tears are probably forming and creating a puddle on the cotton sheet right now.

• But, as much as he loves to hear you whine and see you writhe, you broke a very big rule. He takes his vibranium appendage and raises it in the air before landing a harsh smack to your supple ass.

• You jolt from the impact. Searing pain over takes your skin as you let out a yelp. You grit your teeth as Bucky takes your flesh in his hand, kneading the spot that’s starting to inflame.

• “Oh, princess. You know that’s not my name.” He taunts, making sure to land a few more slaps with that damn robotic arm. It hurts, a lot, but the pain shoots straight to your drenched pussy. You can’t see him, but you’re picturing how the black and gold vibranium fingers are squeezing your abused skin, how the arm reflects in the light emitting from the moon...God, you need something in you now.

• “Daddy!” You squeal as another loud smack is heard throughout the bedroom. “I’m sorry daddy, please, please fuck me.” 

• Bucky takes the digits of his prosthetic and runs them through your wet folds, gently toying with your clit. You push down against his fingers trying to find some friction. You need more of the firm, cool touch.

• “C’mon, baby. You’re gonna have to beg for it better than that.”

• He suddenly shoves a finger inside you. You let out a gasp as he slowly moves it in and out at a leisurely pace. A single finger isn’t a big enough stretch and his pace isn’t fast enough to make you cum. Bucky’s just working you up, teasing until you give into him fully. It never takes much to fall into his twisted game of pleasure.

• “I need your cock daddy, please. Want you to fill me up, want you to fuck me hard. I need it. Please, daddy, please,” you cry. And shit if it’s not the most beautiful thing he’s heard. His little doll, his perfect little doll. Always so needy for him. His dick stands at full attention, a redness takes over his swollen member and precum is starting to leak from the tip.

• Without another thought, Bucky’s shoving himself inside you. As your tight, wet walls envelope him, he can’t hold back. He adores making love to you, whispering sweet nothings as that pretty pout of yours hangs open in a silent cry. But right now, he’s going to fuck you. Fuck you like the good little whore he knows you can be.

• He grabs a hold of your waist, fingers digging into your flesh, and starts to pound into mercilessly. It’s exactly what you’ve been craving for the past hour of his torturous foreplay. His hips snap against your backside with a roughness that sends you almost up to the headboard if it wasn’t for his firm grasp.

• Bucky’s practically fucking you against himself, guiding your hips with his thrusts, making sure you can feel him deep inside you. He’s stretching you out, the way his cock drags along your walls at a fast pace has your eyes rolling back and drool starting to form in the corner of your mouth.

• He’s watching intently as your pussy swallows him, your lips stretching around his girth each time he pulls back before plunging back in. You grip him tight, like you never want him to leave your body. Your constant throbbing goes straight to his balls causing heat to creep along his spine.

• A particularly pointed thrust has you choking back a sob and you turn slightly as your hand immediately flies out behind you to press on Bucky’s firm stomach. “Daddy, it hurts. I can’t,” you pant out. 

• He roughly grabs the hand that’s pushing him away and the other that’s propping yourself up and puts them behind your back, causing you to fall face first into the mattress once more.

• He leans over you, still fully inside your tender pussy and seethes into your ear, “You wanted this, princess. Now, you’re gonna take all of daddy’s cock. You got that? Or am I gonna have to dumb it down for you?”

• “I got it.”

• Bucky grabs you by the neck, trapping your aching arms between both your bodies as he hauls you up. “I got it, what?”

• “I got it, daddy!”

• “That’s right, baby. Give it to me.” He grabs your elbows, giving him just the right amount of leverage to continuously fuck in and out of you while you’re both on you knees.

• Your head falls against his shoulder as he’s taking you apart piece by delicious piece. Your throat is bared to him and he takes the opportunity to bite into your neck causing you let let out a pleasured gasp.

• “My pretty slut likes it rough doesn’t she?”

• He doesn’t give you time to whimper out a “yes daddy” because he goes straight back to your throat, continuously biting into you. He can feel your walls pulse around him every time he sinks his teeth into your neck. He knows you’re close. You always are when he manhandles you.

• His hands release your arms only for the vibranium to wrap tightly in your hair and the flesh to seek out your throbbing clit. You see stars as he begins to swirl those dexterous fingers against your sensitive nerves. The coil is getting ready to snap.

• “Cum on my dick, let me feel how good I fuck you, princess.”

• Your body suddenly pulls taut against his, the pleasure is almost too much. You try to move away from the onslaught of his fingers and cock, but he’s not letting you run away. He’s making you take it all.

• With a few more flicks and feral thrusts, you seize up around him. Bucky stills inside you as his fingers help you ride out your intense high. He can barely move with how tightly you’re gripping him.

• He pushes you back down as he starts to chase his own. You lay under him almost lifeless as he holds your hips up. His balls are slapping your clit making you jerk each time, which causes Bucky to feel you clench again and again until he’s shooting cum into your warm heat.

• He falls on top of you. You milked him for all he’s worth. Sex with you is always fulfilling no matter the mood, the positions, who tops. He needs every part of you.

• You feel his ragged breathes against your face and the labored rise and fall of his chest against your back. You’re completely and utterly sated.

• Bucky pulls out of you and watches the way his cum slowly seeps through your folds. He can’t help but finger it back inside you, always wanting you to be filled with him.

• “Easy, Buck. M’sore,” you say, tiredness coating each syllable.

• You feel his soft lips kiss up your back and up to your cheek, peppering the side of your face in gentle pecks.

• “You did so good for me,” he whispers.

• God, this man. One minute he’s fucking into you hard and deep, the next he’s showering you in praise and utter love. You don’t think you’ll ever get enough of James Barnes. He knows he’ll ever get enough of you.

[discodeviant]

The Devil Lives in Hawkins

"All you can do is pray for a quick death... which you ain't gonna get." - Reservoir Dogs, 1992

Billy vs. Jason, Implied Mungrove | Mature | 1.7k words Non-Graphic Violence + Torture, Referenced Canonical Character Death, No Upside Down, Religious Themes

Admittedly some form of this rivalry has been worming its way around my brain for a while now, and this is very much an amped-up version of what I originally had in mind. Not overly graphic. Please tread with caution and enjoy!

Made for @billyhargrovebingo!

Two days.

Maybe.

Jason hadn't really been able to keep track of time since the radio was all he had to help him, and that was on and off, cutting in and out with the shitty quarry service. He wasn't even sure it was right anymore; it started to feel repetitive. Routine like the chirping of morning sparrows and fog that suffocated him into waking up again. The unchanged coverage of the daily forecast with the same sunny voice that said it would be a humid eighty-nine degrees in Indianapolis. His wrists and ankles and neck and torso burned as he tugged on the rope tightly wound around him, less and less energy with each passing minute. The sweat and urine in his clothes had dried and crusted; he was so fucking thirsty. God save him. He didn't deserve this.

But he couldn't pray away Billy Hargrove.

He'd forgotten already which of Billy's arrivals were in his head, and which were real. Which were dreams in his cloudy, starved mind, and which were in the flesh. Which breaths seared the back of his neck. Which teeth-clicks and whistles were muted in cedar walls. Which light, perverse touches really came from Billy's own hands, because Jason thought they may have been his henchmen. Vile things served to torment him because Billy Hargrove was the same as Eddie Munson, a man so unholy as to subject him to the wrath of both human hands and ghastly appendages.

How, he didn't know, nor did he care.

But, once again, Billy Hargrove was coming for him, the rough Camaro engine thundering from miles away. Even so, Jason must have been the only one who ever heard it, because nobody else had come. It was only Billy, and it was only himself, and he cursed the day Billy was born.

Soon, a set of thick keys jingled in the lock of the door that swung open every so often. Once a day, maybe. Twice if he was bad. But it had been only two days, and he was terrible on the first. Billy's silhouette came and went, then was replaced by the bleary image of his face and body looming over Jason like a monster. "I hope you didn't miss me too much," Billy said. Low, calm, pacing around the chair that sat in the middle of an empty, windowless cabin. Jason screamed through the cloth in his mouth.

"I know, I know. See, Carver, the thing is..." Rough hands grabbed Jason's shoulders and squeezed them hard, pressed into bruises that were old and new. Billy's breath singed the tip of his right ear as he said, "I don't. Like. Liars."

Jason's eyes already stung with tears from the dusty air and the fear he couldn't force himself to ignore anymore. He cried out something pathetic and weak, not the Jason he was the week before--three days, even. Barely two.

"Ah-ah-ah, shh..." Billy whispered--"It's listening time,"--then shifted over to Jason's left ear and rubbed behind it with a dirty finger, picking scabs that had formed over the previous night's trauma. It stung. "I had a revelation today." And a tear fell down Jason's cheek, lonely and frail; it didn't even make it to his chin.

"One of your little friends. I don't know which one, and I don't care. I was going to get my little sister--you know Maxine, don't you? Anyway... I guess there's been some... miscommunication... between you and him. I couldn't say why, you know."

A lighter clicked, and the heat of its flame licked Jason's lobe. He held his breath and hoped Billy was holding his too, but he knew he wasn't. Then there was a cloud of smoke around him, more suffocating than the fog alone and so much worse alongside it.

"So anyway, he says to me, 'Oh, I saw Munson at Hideaway last night, you might wanna check it out.'"

Jason's stomach tied itself into a knot and lurched up his throat, taking his heart with it. Why, God, why?

Billy ambled around to the front of the chair, standing contrapposto style with a hand on his belt. Jason's gaze fell to his knees. "And I'm thinking, well that doesn't make sense. Because, first of all, Eddie doesn't go to bars without me." Billy dragged on his cigarette. "In fact, he hasn't gone to a bar since March! Funny that, huh?

"You know, since this whole witch hunt thing, he hasn't wanted to go anywhere. Not with me, not with the guys. Laying low so you wouldn't get your grubby little hands on him. Imagine my surprise when I hear that he's... suddenly decided to go somewhere." Billy's eyes were wide, a performative grin donning his face that looked like a ghost in the shadows. "Strange, right?

"Now, the second reason it didn't make any sense to me was that..."

A barely-audible whimper from the back of Jason's throat made Billy smile.

"Eddie doesn't play Hideaway."

Jason choked on his own vomit.

"And, you know, it's an easy mix-up. I understand." Closer, Billy stepped.

One.

Two.

Bent over with both hands on his knees, cigarette bouncing between his lips, and that was the only thing Jason could look at. The burning ember as ash fell from it into the air, solid nicotine somewhere that he dared to ground himself to. Billy's eyes were so cold. Sweat misted every surface of Jason's skin, but he was in a sub-zero vacuum in the middle of an empty void. Only himself, and only Billy Hargrove. Only the knowledge that he'd lost.

"Here's what I think, Carver," Billy said. "I think... you fucked up.

"I think... you let your head get too big in the first place.

"I think... somewhere"--he poked Jason's chest--"deeeep down, right in here, you know God-damn well that he's innocent. Big Man's all about honesty, isn't he?" Blunt nails dug into yesterday's burns, and Jason wanted to scream until his lungs gave out, but fear held him around the throat and cut his vocal cords in half.

"I think you're gonna tell me where he really is if you wanna get out of this shithole in one piece."

And Jason almost considered lying again. Telling Billy that he didn't have a fucking clue where Eddie was. Trying to convince him that Eddie probably fled the state because he was a cold-blooded killer. But deep down, right in there, Jason knew Chrissy would have hated him for all of it. For letting bitter anguish get the better of him. For being a liar and a God-damn hypocrite. God wouldn't forgive him, not for this. Not for anything.

If it was true--if Chrissy was suddenly, inexplicably friends with Eddie Munson--she would have protected him, with every ounce of her sugar-sweet heart, from Jason; from his little friend, the one who fucked up and gave Billy Hargrove everything he needed to end it there and then. And Jason would have believed her, of course he would have.

But, by then, his throat had been all but severed. He could only cry. He sobbed and choked on his rasp, vomit soaking into the rag tied around his head and making him even sicker.

"Cat got your tongue?" Billy asked, an eyebrow raised, and then stood up. Walked back around. Clicked the radio on again, and this time it was a different voice. Tired and dull, bored of the monotony of the every day life of a radio host.

"... masterful poetry of the rock world since its debut in nineteen-seventy-six..."

Billy returned to his spot in front of Jason, watching as he suffered through the motions of trying to breathe with snot that he couldn't blow out, irritated eyes with tears that he couldn't wipe away, trying to swallow the guilt and regret and accepting that it was too late to go back and fix anything; he couldn't save Chrissy.

And if God wouldn't save him, then who would?

A heavy black cowboy boot shoved itself between Jason's legs, too close to his piss-stained crotch for him to avoid flinching. He watched rough, dirty hands yank up frayed denim and pull a knife from the side before Billy stood back into position.

The radio host's voice disappeared, and a guitar took its place. Billy's eyes changed then, excited and eager as he flipped the blade open; shiny, cleaned of Jason's old blood and ready for the new.

"You've heard this song," Billy told him, swaying to the beat and drumming along, closer with each measure. He sang along with the lower harmony: "All our times have come..."

Jason's eyes followed the sun's reflection on the blade every time it hit the light and bounced right back. This was the white light, the yellow beam of constricted sunshine after days held captive by the scapegoat's vengeful lover. Maybe it was bound to end this way. Maybe this was God's plan.

"Here, but now they're gone..."

Billy came closer, straddled Jason's lap, then sat right on top of him and grabbed him by the hair.

"Seasons don't fear the reaper, nor do the wind, the sun, or the rain..."

The blade disappeared, and Jason sobbed; fucking screamed as loud as his tired lungs would allow.

"We can be like they are... come on, baby, don't fear the reaper..."

It traced the scabs behind his ear, poked, prodded, dug into the open wound.

"Baby, take my hand; don't fear the reaper..."

He didn't know whether it was blood or sweat or tears or all three dripping down his neck, letting Billy's fingers slide over his jaw and grip it painfully tight.

"We'll be able to fly; don't fear the reaper..."

A sharp stinging, searing pain, and Jason couldn't feel at all anymore.

"Baby, I'm your man..."

Every sound became a ringing in his head, loud and persistent. All he knew was Billy's arm moving over him, back and forth, quick and abrupt movements; the other hand held Jason's head in place to the side, hotter and wetter the more he worked.

"La... la, la... la, la..."

Three days.

For sure. Definitely.

Maybe.

Blood stained the entire left side of his neck and shoulder, sticky down his arm. The ringing hadn't gone away. Billy had whispered something he couldn't hear anymore, but in his dream, Jason felt it.

"I'll find my Eddie."

This Billy was a mirage.

"And when I do, you'll wish you were good enough for Hell."

But, oh, he was right.

"La... la, la... la, la..."

[starshipsofstarlord]

In retrospect, bend over spy - Natasha Romanoff x reader

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Summary; Natasha is on a mission, however she certainly gets more than she bargained for whilst undercover

Warnings; smut, gxg, rimming, fingering, strap on sex

The redhead slipped out of her panties, dropping the black lace to the ground, as she kicked the well loved material, that was inked with her wetness, from around her ankles. She bunched the material of her dress up she bent her bosom over your desk, slotting her legs open as she grew eager as she heard your approaching footsteps.

Your fingers plucked at her round and full cheeks, spreading them apart so you could gouge a explicit view of her quivering cunt, and the tight ring of her asshole. It’s spiral of tight skin clenched as she felt your penetrating gaze upon the close knitted ring of muscle. Allowing some spit to douse your finger, you rubbed it against her back entrance, stringing a web of a moan from her engorged and swollen mouth.

She was inadvertently biting her lips, gnawing upon her flesh and sufficiently plumping it, as she awaited for you to do something more. The assassin wiggled her ass back, as she felt you drop to your knees, feeling the curl of your tongue prodding at her rim. “Fuck, y/n.”

You moaned as you peeled the straps of your cami top down, shoving the material down to below your breasts as you pinched at your own nipples, tugging out some relief for yourself, as your tongue firmly pressed through the conviction of tight entryway, as your free hand that was failing to milk your breast slithered up to her pussy.

The fingers on your right hand spread her affiliated juices around, as you delved your nose against her crack, pushing your wet and smooth appendage further into her hole, drawing positive sounds of encouragement to continue your administrations out of her lying, scoundrel, avenger lips.

To frustrated her, you pulled back, instigating a whine from her, as you wore a dirty and privileged smirk. You stood, disappointing her, though she remained in her poised position, watching with wild forest eyes as you rounded the dismissal of your reviewing centre, coming to face her, and blessing her with the sight of your nude and stiff pebbled breasts.

“How’d you know my real name, Natalia?” Shit, she was exposed, in more ways than one. She readied to retaliate in her sultry craft of exposition, however, she stilled as you waved your hand in dismissal of her actions. “Come on tell me, and perhaps I’ll let our fun continue, may even tell you whatever you want to know, Black Widow.”

It seemed like a fair trade, for a moment in thought Natasha pursed her lips together, cocking her flushed head as she ran over her options. This was the easiest way to access an answer, and well, if you were to double cross her, then it’d be no hassle to take you out.

“You have hydra files that you recovered from a base, Coulson has been tracking you for some time. He noticed that your company provided export and import, and wanted to ensure that you weren’t spreading the word on the intel that you recovered.”

“Hm.” Crossing your arms over your free breasts, you paid her a due smile, amused by the information that she had been told. “Open the drawer to the right, Romanova, the flash drive is in there.”

Her hands obeyed your suggestion, slipping inside the storage, retaining a red keeper of files from within. Natalia held it to her face, speculating its exterior, seeing the infamous skull symbol that prompted all content the organisation stamped their works with.

“I used to be like you you know, a heroin, though I found it to be a means to an end. There is so much to sacrifice, and in the end, all you have to give is yourself. Over time, I’ve figured it’s better to be alive than dead, there is no use in instigating the title of superhero if one day you are to lose.”

“You mentioned fun after I recovered this from you, this conversation you are elaborating on hardly seems like the type.” The redhead spy spat with a quirk of her scarlet brow, as she peeled the fabric of her midnight dress up and over her head.

“Guess shield agents don’t like speaking about their travels, they used to have no mind back in my day.” Well, that supposed that you had been a traitor, having the folder of files in your possession. “I guess you don’t either considering who you have been.”

“I’m not here to trade pity tales, if you wish to enjoy our last moments together, I suggest you take those slacks off from your legs, and show me how you can possibly make my remaining presence here worthwhile.”

“Oh honey, it’s definitely going to be worth the wait.” You replied, harshly tugging at your belt, as you unravelled the Italian leather from around your waist, unzipping your trousers as they fell down, and to the ground in a figure right around your feet. “Like what you see?”

There was certainly something to see. A harness enveloped your waist, a faux appendage in the shade of lilac hanging from the centre, taunting her with surprise. It wasn’t what she had been expecting, not in the slightest.

“It’s okay.” She shrugged, no longer having to keep up the facade of an interested intern, though her pupils told a different story as they gazed lustfully at the strap. “Guess it’ll do.”

“It will do something widow, and I can prove that.” The two of you both nude, except from the attachment that’s prime purpose was instigate internal pleasure, walked towards each other, you noticed her leave the drive on the desk, but you didn’t allow her to witness your lingering view.

Instead, you ambushed her against the hardwood platform of your desk, teeth biting their way into her mouth, gaining access to slip your sly tongue within the contents of oral communication. A hum escorted out from her lungs, as her hands dug their manicured nails into your shoulders, scratching red lines into the skin, as she awaited for you to enter her.

“Prove it then.”

Well, that predicament was easy, as you bent her to your will, and arched her back against your work desk, sifting the items in the way onto the floor. “I’m glad you said that Natalia.” Her statement only gave you a rush to do exactly as she said, boy was she going to regret letting that mouth of hers run confidently against you.

Her legs spread, allowing you to stand between them, as you ran your fingertips over their tops, your teeth stretching forwards and nipping at her lip. With her hips, she shuffled, rubbing her sodden folds against the toy, she was desperate. The exterior that she portrayed, the cocky one that was here for a mission and nothing more, had been swept away as she urgently wrapped her legs around you, sending you closer to her.

“I knew you weren’t as blunt with your emotions as you are with your words.” You grabbed the base of the toy that was attached to your harness, dragging the tip of the plastic through her slit, as you readily entered her. Once you were situated completely within her, your hands changed position to be on the table, as she adjusted, your hand slid to the drive, flicking it onto the ground by your chair, changing it out for one that was beneath the mouse pad.

She was oblivious to the settlement of underlying mischief prominent in your actions, instead of focusing on your seclusive intentions, she was perused by the seducing revels that you wantonly deposited upon her, as your hips ground ceremoniously against her own, leaving a trail of erotic pecks up the expanse of her neck, as your other hand opposed a grip around the strap.

It felt like power embedded in your hand, as you provided it stability against gravity as you teased her folds with the ludicrous tip, entering the length within her walls as she cowered a mewl at the sensation of penetration, as you nipped down at her pulse point, sliding your competent fingers down to fiddle with her satirised clit, moving it around like a paddle in water. Once she was adjusted to the size of the toy, you began to retract it, only to thrust back into her.

Her head whipped back, exposing her clavicle which you eagerly traced with your tongue. With one moderately ravenous hand, you groped her breast, it filling your palm as you prowled deeper inside her, tracing your hips back and forth to create a sustainable rhythm. A glow brew upon her skin, defining her collarbones with a powerful sheen that gripped her pores wonderfully. Moans rattled huskily out from her throat as she received, as she bent her shape against yours, optimally accepting the rounds of stimulation that you adorned upon her body.

“I’m gonna cum y/n.” Her nose crinkled as she made her statement, and thus, you made your administrations that much more fast, belting into her to appease her a gyration that brought her closer to her orgasm. The last method that had her half screeching through her retrospective high, was a bittersweet pinch to her clit, that had her hurtling over the edge. You continued to move for a few moments, until it became too much for the spy.

As she caught her breath, you gently stroked her nipples, causing her to heave heavier. “Shame you were only here on a mission, that means I have no chance of convincing you to go out on a date with me.” Pulling the fake cock out of her cunt, watching as she whimpered from the notion. She grabbed for her items of clothing, slathering them back into appropriate placement upon her body.

“I don’t do dates.” She thickly stated, making you hum in acknowledgement, Natalia tried to soothe her hair with her hands until it looked presentable enough, going to turn, until you caught her arm, preventing her from doing so. You picked up the hard drive off from the desk, and simply handed it to her. “It was nice meeting you, you definitely made my breach here... interesting.”

“I aim to please.” You brashly shrugged, accepting her grateful smile as you watched the deceived and overplayed spy walk out of the door to your office. You threw your shirt over yourself, removing the harness that hugged your hips, and rolled your panties up your legs. You bent to the ground, retrieving the true aspect of your game. “Well, I guess you can’t have it all.” The real flash drive was pinched between your forefinger and your thumb as you blinked towards it.

You had managed to deceive an avenger, yet the whole cover would only be viable to hold up for so long. Your entire operation would have to move elsewhere if you were to have to avoid that fine fox and her friends. Paging your assistant, you filled her in on the business cards that were currently laid out before yourself.

[honeytae]

You like my muscles that much, baby?

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @flytomyjoon!!! you light up my dash and bless me with your thots™️ each and every day so...i just wanted to give you a little something to hopefully start your day off right :) while i was thinking about what to write for you there was only a split second of brainstorming before i settled on this concept, and i was like ‘ah yes, this feels very jas.’ also..this did start as a 600 word drabble but. anyways. i love you and i hope you have the best day my fellow taejoon simp and pisces bby!! <3 genre: smut

warnings: buff!joon, heavy grinding, hand stuff, sex in a mirror(does that need to be included here?), namjoon has a big dick, exactly one spank, dirty talk (not much though lol i’m not good at writing it), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it...unless it’s joon), kinda rough but still ~loving~ word count: 2.0k

Haphazardly tossing your bag to the ground while walking into your home gym, you exhaled at the hot air thick with the faint smell of perspiration, breath momentarily taken away from you when you spied your boyfriend lifting his body onto the pull up bar across the room from you.

His skin was glowing with sweat, lips parted as harsh breaths escaped them, his muscles visibly contracting with each lift of his body as his eyes scrunched shut at the pressure in his core. 

Dropping to the ground with a huff, he pushed a hand through his hair, catching your eyes through the reflection of the mirror with a tired smile. 

“Hey, baby,” he called to you, ushering you to him with a reach of his hand as you eagerly followed the action. 

Your legs seemed to move without thought, bringing you closer and closer to him until you were within reach, squealing when you were pulled in by his arms suddenly wrapping around your torso. 

Pressing you to his chest, he dipped his head so that his soft lips met yours, pulling back when you shriveled at his damp palm cupping your cheek. 

“Ugh, you’re all sweaty.” You wrinkled your nose at the feeling of his slippery skin on yours, pushing him away with a light shove of your palm to his chest as he only chuckled at you. 

“My apologies.” He smiled, stepping to the side to grab one of his barbells and beginning to lift the weighted bar to his chest.

You chuckled slightly at the man, reaching for his water bottle in hopes to relieve your dry throat from the commute home.

Taking a sip, you breathed out a sigh, the sound catching your boyfriend’s attention before he opened his mouth, a silent ask for you to lift the bottle to his lips.

You nonchalantly hummed as he thanked you, raising it back to your own mouth to get more of the cold liquid down your throat.

In the midst of doing this, Namjoon had bent down to grab more weights, sliding them onto the bar and lifting them with a groan before he eased into the pattern of lifting, pausing, then lowering again.

Nearly choking at the soft grunts escaping his lips every now and then with the effort, you internally scolded yourself, shaking your head to rid your impending thoughts as you properly swallowed the water.

The grunts he let out were deep with a bit of rasp, breath exhaled at the end of each one. The noise was similar to what he sounded like when he thrusted into your-

“How was your day?” He asked, the question momentarily bringing you back down to earth.

Just as you opened your mouth to answer him, you were once again distracted by the muscles moving his biceps, shifting underneath his skin each time he moved the position of the weight. 

He’d been bulking up lately and fuck, it was doing a number on you. 

“Babe?” He called for you, interrupting your daze with a raise of his eyebrows, watching you gulp in response as you blankly stared back at him. 

“What?” You asked, Namjoon smiling slightly before repeating his question, tilting his head when you only shrugged distractedly. 

“What is going on with you?” He asked, eyes darting down to where your eyes were still attached to his bicep, bottom lip trapped by your teeth as you shifted in your stance. 

“You are going to be the death of me.” You mumbled, quiet enough for him not to be able to make out the words but loud enough for him to know you’d said something. 

“Wha-” He cut himself off with a hum as you suddenly dove forward to capture his lips in a heated kiss, the sudden fervor you met him with causing a confused noise to escape his throat. 

The bar in his hand messily clattered to the ground, Namjoon quickly guiding your bodies away from the area to avoid injury, trailing his hands up your arms as he returned the needy action. 

It wasn’t your fault his lips were like a magnet; pink and plush and pretty, always drawing you in for more whenever he gave you an intended sweet peck. 

After all, they felt like velvet against your own, soft yet firm in the way he worked them over yours, large hand sliding to the back of your neck to secure you there. 

The feeling of his tongue pushing into your mouth had you moaning instantly, the man’s grip on your hips dizzying you as he began backing you up against the mirror.

Gasping at the feeling of the cold glass against your back, Namjoon took the opportunity to deepen the kiss further, his hot tongue swirling around your own and eliciting a whimper.  

“Jump.” He mumbled, capturing your lips with his again as he squeezed at the back of your thigh, instructing you to jump up onto his body as his palms went to support your ass. 

Being pressed directly against your boyfriend’s body had you reeling, subtly rocking your hips into his and making him moan in response.

The butterflies at the pit of your stomach only grew with each motion, the throbbing between your legs informing you that this was not at all the innocent greeting you’d been expecting as Namjoon began thrusting to meet your hips movements, quite literally fucking you over your clothes. 

The grinding seemed to be getting to him just as much as it was you, the growing bulge in his shorts proving your suspicions as his throaty noises hummed into your opened mouth. 

“Fuck, rough day or something?” He panted against your lips, breath catching in his throat when you rolled your hips down harder against his, increasing the friction to make his eyes momentarily roll back.

“N-not really, just, shit, unghh” You trailed off as his hand went under your shirt, thumb rubbing at your nipple over your lace bra, “your m-muscles, Joonie.”

Whining when his fingers trailed up your thigh and disappeared under your skirt, you gasped when his fingers dipped underneath the fabric of your underwear, exhaled moan falling from your lips when his thumb slipped over your swollen clit. 

“You like my muscles that much, baby?” He asked in amusement, feeling your arousal begin to drip onto his finger, breathing out a curse word at the feeling.

You didn’t respond, instead letting out a pitiful whimper as his fingers slid down your slit to gather your wetness, entering you two at a time. Namjoon moaned quietly at the feeling of your fingers clenching around him, knowing how it felt whenever you did that around his cock. 

“Oh shit.” You whined, grinding your clit into his palm as his fingers scissored inside of you. 

Smirking, he removed his fingers, raising them to your mouth and tapping on your bottom lip with his sodden fingertips.

Obediently you opened your mouth, taking his fingers in with a swirl of your tongue, smugly watching as his eyes darkened at the sight of your cheeks hollowing around them.

“Fuck, need you now.” He huffed, withdrawing his hand to tug his shorts and boxers down to his knees before shifting your own underwear aside with a brush of his fingers, groaning at the fresh slick coating his appendages when he pulled them away. 

“Here?” You asked, the man chuckling as he gripped his cock, giving himself a few strokes as he turned his head, meeting your eyes in the mirror placed behind him. 

“Yeah, here. Just enjoy the view, I guess.” He laughed, you scoffing at him as you locked your fingers behind his neck, rubbing at the hair on his nape with a fond smile. 

“Joon.” You gasped as he entered you, letting your forehead fall to his shoulder as he held himself there with all the self control he could muster, taking a moment to let you get used to the intrusion.

His cock was fucking massive, stretching you open as he slowly bottomed out, the sting burning into electrifying pleasure as he patiently waited for you to give him the go ahead.

“Move.” You mumbled, the man immediately following instruction as he pulled his hips back, pushing back into you with a shuddered breath.

You moaned at his shallow thrusts, meeting them with a slight roll of your hips each time as he whispered praises into your ear. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight for me. Mine.” He growled, stinging the flesh of your ass with the impact from his hand, groaning as you clenched around him in response. 

Smoothing his hand over the skin, he kneaded the flesh in his fingers, the tender action a stark contrast to what his hips were doing. 

His thrusts had now picked up pace and were harsh, your fingernails clawing at his back with the pleasure coursing through your veins, foggy brain barely noticing his fingers prying your shirt down to reveal your chest.

His hips never faltered even as he concentrated on tugging down the cup of your bra, his mouth sucking at your nipple in such a way that would surely turn the skin shades of purple later on. 

Although the music from his workout playlist was still going, both your moans nearly drowned it out, along with the squelching noises whenever Namjoon re-entered you, your arousal embarrassingly loud over the beat from the speakers.

But you couldn’t seem to care when the head of his cock was persistently tapping at the spongy spot he knew drove you crazy, watching your eyes flutter shut with a smirk as he glanced up at you, his mouth still sucking diligently at your hard peak.

Making a sound of complaint when he popped off your chest, you allowed yourself to be slightly jostled in the man’s hold, his hands directing you to lock your legs around his hips tighter as he shifted you slightly up his body.

“Oh my- Fuck, Joon!” You shouted as his grip moved to your hips, taking your body into his control and lifting you up and down his cock, slamming into you at a brutal pace that had your eyes rolling back into your head as you clung onto his shoulders. 

Opening your eyes, the sight in front of you was filthy, your reflection in the mirror looking absolutely wrecked as you watched yourself bounce on Namjoon’s dick, his biceps contracting each time he lifted your body.

Shifting your gaze to Namjoon’s face was even worse, his beautiful features twisted in concentration, teeth gritting against each other at the feeling of your warm walls wrapped around him.

It was only a few moments later that you felt the familiar knot in the pit of your stomach, babbling nonexistent words that clued him in immediately, his finger rubbing at your clit again to encourage you. 

Your pussy clamping down around him had your name falling from his lips instantly, squeezing you tighter to him as he sloppily thrusted into your heat. 

The feeling of his hot cum shooting up into you made a whine escape, his final loud moan triggering your walls to flutter around him one last time before you hit your high. 

Exhausted, you dropped your head back against the mirror, wincing at the sting it created at the crown of your head. Namjoon hummed, soothing your head with a gentle rub of his fingers and a caring look in his eyes, the dark lust that was there previously now completely gone. 

“You okay?” He asked, smiling softly as he tucked damp strands of hair behind your ears, leaning forward to kiss both of your temples as you tried to catch your breath to answer him. 

“God, you’re gonna split me open.” You finally exhaled, Namjoon chuckling as he planted a sweet kiss to your lips, pulling back to look at you with a tender gaze. 

“I’m sorry, baby. I’ll help you shower?” He offered, your eyebrows raising at him with an amused smirk. 

“Doesn’t that benefit you, too?” You chuckled, the man laughing a bit as he shrugged. 

“A little, yeah.” He agreed, thinking for a moment before grinning at you, ”I can cook you dinner?”

“Now that doesn’t benefit anyone.” You said, Namjoon pulling a face of offense as you laughed at him, his eyebrows pulled together and mouth gaped open just slightly as he fought back a smile. 

“Keep it up and I’ll retract my original offer.”

[irrelevantwriter]

House Call

Pairing: Rio (Good Girls) x Female Reader/You

Rating: Explicit, NSFW

Warnings: Language, vaginal fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, mention of bodily fluids, reader being scared and horny, Rio’s BDE (y'all know what's up)

Word Count: 4.2K

Summary: Part 1. Rio shows up unannounced to talk business. Among other things. 

A/N: It’s here...it’s happening. It took me a whole 2.5 seconds to become obsessed with Rio once I started watching GG. Ya’ll know how I roll. Anyway, this is me just dipping my toe into the water. I didn't get too deep with a plot (spoiler alert: there isn't any). It’s essentially just reader-insert into the show’s current plot, but with some smut thrown in. For fun. I hope you guys like it. Feedback is that good shit. 💗

*Added a Part 2! Read it here.

*Give and Take series masterlist

*Masterlist in bio.

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“You okay?”

The sound of your friend’s concerned voice filled the line, pulling you back to the moment and the conversation you’d been engaged in before you’d burnt yourself in the spray of hot water.

“Yeah, just washing dishes.” You explained, cradling your cell between your shoulder and cheek as you maneuvered dirty dishes under the spout of water.

“So the meeting with the principal? How’d it go?” Rachel asked, getting you back on track.

You sighed, beginning to scrub at a stubborn coffee stain left behind on one of your favorite mugs.

“Fine. The kids are still having a hard time with the divorce so it’s…” You paused, unsure of how to describe the child-like brooding your son and daughter had taken to participating in since you’d separated from their father.

“Tense? Difficult? Weird?” Rachel listed off helpfully.

“All of the above.” You deadpanned, still scrubbing.

“You take the rest of the day off?”

“Yeah, I’ve gotta figure out what I’m going to do with these kids. Paul said he’d come over later to talk it over.”

“How incredibly thoughtful of him.” Rachel replied, sarcasm and disdain dripping from her words.

“Well, it’s a start. And as much as I’d like to tell him to fuck off, I can’t. He’s still their dad.” You explained for the hundredth time, feeling the stress of your situation with your ex starting to creep into your body. Your shoulders felt stiff and your head began to throb with a dull ache. It was a familiar reaction these days. One you loathed.

You opened your mouth to steer the conversation elsewhere when the doorbell rang, chiming throughout the empty expanse of your home.

“Paul?” Rachel asked, obviously hearing the alert of someone’s company over the phone.

“I guess. Look, I’ll call you later.” You said with another sigh, this one more tired than annoyed. You gave up on the stained mug and moved onto drying it, shutting the water off as you did.

“Okay. Good luck.”

“Thanks.” You ended the call, aware that you were short with her, but unable to feel sorry for it. You had plenty of other things to worry about, none of which involved your shitty ex or his new girlfriend.

You placed your cell on the counter and turned to make your way to the entryway, mug still clutched in your hand. The ceramic cup dropped to the floor and shattered into pieces when you saw who was already in your kitchen. You gasped, clutching your chest and yelping at the familiar man in black, the dark ink splattered across his throat the first thing you noticed. Your heart leapt, your body going rigid at the unexpected visit. Pop-ups like this were never a good sign.

“I let myself in.” Rio supplied, voice low and thick with authority and charm. He wore a smirk, lips upturned at your surprised reaction. He always seemed amused by you. That fact only served to unsettle you further.

“What’re you doing here?” You managed to say between shaky breaths, fear making your own voice quiver.

“Just checking in, mama. Can’t I do that?” He challenged with his arms spread wide, daring you to say otherwise.

You didn’t.

You went to move around the large kitchen island but the shards of broken mug prevented you from getting far on bare feet. Rio took notice and strode towards you, all clean lines and hooded eyes. He had a swagger about him that radiated. It sent a clear message about the kind of man he was. Confident. Skilled. Smart. There was an ease in his movements, but a beast lay in wait inside, ready to strike when the need arose.

His piercing gaze took in your dress, uncaring of being discreet or polite. He appraised you from the tips of your painted toes to the top of your head. It was as unnerving as it was thrilling. He crowded your space. He always did. While the scent of him filled your nostrils. Something spicy, but pleasing. It sat in your nose, and you knew from previous experience that you’d smell it for hours after.

You swallowed, wanting to avoid his close proximity. You hastily bent down to gather what you could of the jagged pieces, moving around his sneaker-clad feet that stood before you. You tried to ignore his presence, tried to appear calm and composed. It was an uphill battle. The man always knew how to throw you off. He knew how to keep people on their toes. It was yet another facet of him that you both coveted and despised.

You hissed, feeling the edge of one of the shards dig into the tip of your finger. You stood and sucked the tip into your mouth, trying to clear the area of the blood that had started to surface. His eyes were on you, watching you with interest and a certain level of lust that you didn’t allow yourself to explore. You stiffened when he reached for your wrist and pulled your finger away from your lips. He inspected the cut, his flesh warm and soft against yours. It was a side of him that eclipsed the man you’d come to know over the last several months.

“It’s not bad. I’ll be fine.” You whispered, attempting to pull your hand free of his. It was futile.

“Band aid?”

“Uh...yeah. In that drawer. Next to the stove.” You pointed in the direction of the drawer, holding your breath as he retrieved the item. This time, you watched him. Watched as he unwrapped the bandage and tended to your finger with all the care of a parent with their child. He held the appendage steady as he got ready to wrap it, but he stopped himself. He locked eyes with you instead, making you shiver.

“I make you nervous.”

It was a statement. A very true statement. And yet you found yourself shaking your head; ironic because your voice felt too unsteady to use.

Your heart stopped when he placed a tender kiss to the cut. The air around you crackled with heat and tension. It was unlike any feeling you’d ever been subjected to before. It was danger mixed with primal fascination...attraction. And it called to you like a raft in a sea of treacherous waves.

He ignored your silent response and sealed the band aid over your finger, ensuring the ends were smooth against your skin. He didn’t let go of you.

“Don’t lie to me, okay? Trust is an important thing. And we’ve gotta have it if we wanna keep doing business together.”

His calm demeanor and gentle chastising made you a puddle of obedience. Your need to please wasn’t just born from fear. It was something you’d been unable to come to terms with until now. You saw it for what it truly was. You wanted to please him. In as many ways as he’d let you.

You nodded in response, agreeing to his statement.

“Let’s try it again then, yeah?” He started, eyes roaming your face. “I make you nervous, don’t I?”

“The constant threat of my life makes it difficult for me to be calm.” You said, choosing to still be untruthful. 

You forced yourself not to fidget as his stare scorched your skin. His black eyes roamed across the open expanse of your collarbone and to the modest neckline of your wrap dress. He licked his lips as he focused on the measured breaths of your chest, your breasts rising with each pass.

“That’s not the only reason.” He retorted with a shake of his head. He leaned in close, noses almost touching as he spoke. “Don’t move.”

You said nothing as he bent down, continuing your failed task of picking up the broken bits of ceramic. You observed him dutifully gathering each piece, piling them into one large hand. His face looked pensive, as if he was trying to solve an equation in his head. You leaned against the island for support and bit your lip, unwilling to give into the lecherous thoughts that haunted you at night and managed to infiltrate your dreams.

“Nice dress.”

His compliment made you pause, looking down to meet that familiar smirk. He’d set what was left of the mug onto the counter, the floor relatively clear of large fragments. His fingers now played with the hem of said dress, the flowy material dancing in the air and away from your body.

“Thanks.”

Your voice was small. The apprehension so clear that you could both taste it. He found it funny. You found it humiliating.

He slowly straightened, taking the fabric with him as he gathered it to just above your knees.

“Color looks good on you.”

Again, the juvenile warmth of his praise sent you reeling further into anxiety’s waiting arms. Inwardly, you were responding to every lick of his lips and quirk of his eyebrow. Your thighs shifted restlessly against each other, waiting for that satiation that you hadn’t felt in forever. Outwardly though, you remained as skittish as a wild horse. You were as much on the edge of pleasure as you were on retreating.

“Thanks.” You said with a pleasant smile, wanting to conceal the yearning that bubbled just under the surface. You smoothed out the hunter-green fabric that rested against your abdomen, hoping to urge his hands away from you and the dress.

No such luck.

Instead, he ran his fingers up your skirt and along the outside of your thighs and hips, almost meeting the edge of your lace panties. Your traitorous body showed its hand, your nipples hardening in eagerness. Rio’s gaze predictably caught the action. And his face showed his approval.

“How long you been divorced?”

You furrowed your brows in confusion at his sudden curiosity. But the switch in topic had you alert again and somewhat clear of the fog he was so insistent on throwing you into.

“Why? What does that have to do with anything?” You questioned, stepping back from his body.

His hands fell away from you finally, but they didn’t stay idle for long. They skimmed over your hips, pressing your backside into the edge of the kitchen island.

“Answer me, mama.” He demanded, head craning down to meet your eyes. The intensity of his stare made you shift on your feet. He had an amazing poker face. A skill that left you envious.

“Two years.” You dutifully supplied, leaning backwards every inch that he moved in.

“It’s been that long then.” He commented with a nod, a finger tracing along the neckline of your dress, hovering just above your cleavage.

“That long for what?” You asked, taking note of the subtle ways in which his face changed. There was no trace of the teasing, light-hearted flirting that you’d become accustomed to seeing from him. He was serious. Almost as serious as the times he’d threatened your life. His touch was more insistent, telling you what he wanted rather than hinting. His mouth lowered to your ear, his nose brushing against your neck in a far too erotic manner. Your fingers itched to anchor yourself to him. You denied the request.

“Since someone stretched you out.”

A gasp caught in your throat, though you didn’t know if it was more from his words or his touch. He’d managed to slip a hand under your dress, tracing the crotch of your panties with a dexterous finger as he spoke.

“Wh-what do you mean?” You stammered, knuckles tightening against the edge of the counter you were currently gripping.

“I mean…” Rio started, lips brushing against the shell of your ear with each syllable. His finger barely teased your slit, but his voice more than compensated for the lack of physicality. “You haven’t had someone here,” He emphasized the word with a firm press of his finger against the soaked material that hid your clit from view. “In two years. Maybe more.”

You whimpered, biting your lip as he continued to manipulate your body. Your head screamed at you to stop, to pull away. But the sensation of his body pressed so firmly to yours was far too comforting to deny.

“You don’t know that.” You attempted, though the effort was obviously pointless. It was true. Since your separation and subsequent divorce from Paul, you’d barely been on a date, much less had sex. Your body was fiending for it...for him. And he knew it.

He scoffed, finding amusement in your words. He pressed his finger along the same dampened area, seeing your eyes roll into the back of your head. He licked his lips when your hand shot out to grasp at his wrist.

“Yeah, I do.” He affirmed with a nod, finger still teasing over your lace-covered slit. “He stepped out on you, didn’t he?” He continued, his eyes taking stock of the way you responded to his touch.

You had trouble focusing on the conversation he insisted on having while his hand was up your dress and practically in your underwear. You didn’t feel the need to supply an answer anyway. He already had all the information he needed.

“He didn’t deserve you.”

You were jolted back to reality by his words, straightening your spine and pushing his hand from between your legs.

“And what? You do?” You threw back, agitation seeping into your tone. You felt like he was patronizing you. He was always one step ahead. Always aware of the skeletons in your closet before you were.

“Never said that.” He said with a shake of his head, not stepping out of your space. His hands were off your body now, but the stains they’d left on you would remain there. They wouldn’t easily be erased. And you weren’t entirely sure that you wanted them to be.

“Why are you here?” You asked, trying to sound more confident than you felt.

“Business.”

“A simple call or text works for that.”

“Wanted to come in person.” He said with a shrug of his shoulders. He wore an expression of smugness, as if he knew something you didn’t, which was often the case.

“What do you want then?”

“Why don’t you tell me?” He retorted swiftly, lips pulled into a thin line.

The seriousness was back, his eyes nearly swallowing you as all humor became sucked from the room. The nerves in your stomach came back full force, the fear aiding them in their efforts. He was challenging you, apparently done with your lying.

“I…”

You didn’t know what to say. Didn’t know how to even begin. He was too intimidating. Just too much.

“I-I can’t.” You finished lamely, shaking your head and looking down at your feet.

He tilted your chin up, his mouth only centimeters from yours as he dared you to move.

“Just say the word.” He rasped against your lips, his free hand cradling your cheek.

You let yourself stare back, taking in his dark lashes and the angles of his face. He confused you on many levels, angered you beyond belief. He made your life a living hell. And yet, you wanted him more than anything. More than the money and the thrill of crime. And somehow he was privy to it all. And he wanted to give it to you.

So you were going to let him.

“Kiss me.” You breathed out, your hands finally coming to rest on his chest.

He needed no further encouragement. His mouth settled over yours in a tangle of lips and tongues. He tasted like mint, his lips much softer than they looked. The scratch of his facial hair only added to the moment as you pressed further into him, asking him to take more.

He did.

His hands were rough, but not unpleasant as they trailed along your body. They had the marks of healed scars. Not to mention the blood of those who chose to cross him. They were everywhere and all at once. Your breasts, your neck, your waist, your ass. He kneaded where he knew you yearned for more and tenderly stroked the areas in between. You struggled to keep up as his hips pushed into yours, his own yearning making its presence known.

“We shouldn’t do this.” You managed to say between heavy breaths, Rio’s mouth attaching to your neck and sucking near your throbbing pulse.

“Why not?” He mumbled into your skin, hands unwilling to slow down.

“Things will get complicated.”

He pulled himself away from the crook of your neck, his thumb running over your kiss-swollen pout.

“Yeah, they will.” He said with a chuckle, that devilish smirk staring back at you.

It was all a blur after that.

Limbs intertwined together as you worked on the buckle of his pants while he pushed your dress up and over your hips this time. He harshly pulled the lace away, the elastic snapping against your thighs as it got caught before making its way to the floor. Your mouths didn’t separate, not even when he lifted you onto the counter. He pulled one side of your dress away, exposing the matching bra you wore underneath. Your pebbled nipples called to him and he responded, massaging the flesh with expert precision. You moaned and writhed like a woman possessed. Like a woman that hadn’t been laid in two years.

“Feels good?”

The roughened gravel of his voice made your walls spasm, the hint of self-assuredness causing a wave of arousal to seep from within you. You could only nod, wordlessly pleading with him to continue on. His touch ventured south to your spread thighs. You widened them, allowing him access to the place you needed him the most. He didn’t disappoint.

His fingers were long and probing as they penetrated your sex, slipping easily in. You gasped at the fullness, the stretch around him making your eyes squeeze shut. He let your body guide him as he rubbed at your clit, his fingers curling against your walls.

“I’m...god...I’m gonna cum.” You confessed, only somewhat embarrassed by the suddenness of your climax.

He worked hard and faster. Your nails dug into his back, your mouth landing on his shoulder as you struggled to not cry out. You bit down when the euphoria of orgasm washed over you, trapping his hand within you. He could feel every tremor he brought forth as you shook in his arms. It felt like it lasted for hours, your body unwilling to let the feeling be a fleeting moment in time.

“You still with me?” He asked, lips pressed to your temple.

You nodded, hissing when he removed his fingers from the confines of your body. You watched, feeling as if you were in a daze. He shifted his pants and boxers down, revealing his length to your ravenous eyes. The hand that had been so deeply embedded in you now wrapped around himself. He was long and hard, as rigid as his hands. You felt like a moth to a flame, hand reaching out to feel if he was real. He was.

You swiped your finger over the tip of him and were overcome with wanton pride at feeling the moisture that sat there. His jaw clenched in a way that you’d only ever seen him do in anger. He didn’t allow you to continue. In an instant he was wedged between your thighs, his body already pushing into your waiting sex. Even with the climax from his fingers, he was a tight fit. You both expelled breaths, his a mumbled curse and yours a throaty moan. You shut your eyes as a new burst of pleasure radiated from your core and traveled up your spine. There was only a brief moment of intimacy as he sat unmoving within you, letting your body adjust to him.

It was short-lived.

“Fuck...” He cursed as he began to fuck you into the counter, hands holding your hips in place.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he lavished yours with kisses and bites, each thrust of his hips causing his teeth to graze your skin. The chill of the marble countertop beneath your bare ass cooled your overheated skin. You bit your lip so hard you could taste blood as he filled you over and over, each pass making your walls accept more of him. He was deep and hitting that gloriously elusive spot that sat within your womb. 

He cupped your breasts while you scraped your nails down his back, hearing him growl in response. The sound made you yearn to hear more. So, you did something you’d always wanted to do...you licked the ink on his throat. You decorated his skin with tantalizing kisses, your tongue aiding your actions. He shivered against your lips, the reaction making your walls clench around him. He was, at least for the moment, a slave to your ministrations. And it was a high unlike any drug you’d ever encountered.

It was animalistic fucking at its finest. He hit every nerve, soothed every ache. The union of your bodies was enough to send you sailing off the proverbial cliff, but his touch kept you tethered to solid ground, longing for more. He rocked his hips mercilessly into you, making your back arch at an almost painful angle.

“Right there, huh?” He teased, feeling you squeeze around him in raw desire. “Yeah, that’s the spot.”

You whimpered and tensed when he savagely rubbed your swollen clit, forcing your legs to tighten around him. He laughed, the sound ominous in your ringing ears. You could only hold on as he delivered the sweetest torture you’d ever felt. You spread your thighs wider, trying to get him closer than humanly possible. You opened your neck up to him, letting him have access to your bare flesh. You wanted him all over you and leaving a scorching trail of hunger in his wake.

It was manic. It was frenzied. It was passionate. And it all combined into a seductive elixir that made fireworks burst from within.

“Shit...I’m cumming.” You warned, feeling him double his efforts. Every muscle went taut with blinding pleasure as that coil finally snapped. You felt weightless, and yet the firm body still driving into your depths made you feel sublimely solid. And whole. More whole than you’d felt in the entirety of your marriage.

It was on the tail-end of your climax that Rio found his. His hips stuttered as he grunted and groaned, releasing himself into you and painting your walls. His fingers dug into the flesh of your inner thighs while his face burrowed into your chest and neck. It was as uninhibited as you’d seen him. And you were addicted to the sight. 

You both heaved with shallow breaths, the exertion of each of your climaxes literally taking the air from your lungs. The room smelled of sex and instant regret as you straightened in Rio’s arms. He separated from your body, eyeing you as he redressed. You shifted your dress back together to cover your bra, the mess between your thighs preventing you from closing them completely. 

Before you could say anything, Rio reached up and cradled your cheek. He played with your bottom lip, his thumb once again finding the appendage. His eyes took in every part of you, as if he hadn’t fucked you senseless seconds before. He licked his lips in that dangerous way that let you know his thoughts were on more than just money.

“Business is good?” He asked, warm palm still pressed to your cheek.

“Yeah, it is.”

“Cool, cool.” He nonchalantly replied, hand leaving your face as he stepped back from your debauched body. “I’ll see you soon, yeah?”

“Yeah.” You said with a nod, pushing your dress further down over your thighs, a lame effort to protect any modesty you might’ve still possessed. He smirked at the action.

“Might wanna clean up the mess.” He said with a cheeky upturn of his lips, hands gesturing to the remaining fragments of ceramic that still littered the floor but eyes locked solely to the spot between your legs. The place he knew he’d left a part of himself.

You bit your lip and nervously played with the hem of your dress, feeling his eyes bore into you. Despite still being fully dressed, you felt naked to him. Bare. Exposed. Vulnerable. You hated it.

He retreated, facing you as he walked backwards towards the front door. You watched him from over your shoulder, still unsure of what to make of the whole situation. 

“And lock your door from now on. All kinds of madmen running around these streets.” He quipped, eyes lighting up at his own joke.

He was gone as fast as he’d arrived, causing havoc and then leaving without a second thought. The door closed with a crisp click at his exit, the house now feeling bare without his foreboding presence.

You didn’t move from your spot. You remained on the counter, Rio still leaking from your walls and your dress still disheveled despite your best efforts. Your mind raced with thoughts, each one riddled with panic. His unexpected visit left you with more questions than answers, all of which were tinged with fear. What did this development mean for you? Did it actually mean anything? Or was he simply taking what was so obviously laid out in front of him?

Did it matter?

No. It didn’t.

Because although he may have indulged your craving, your appetite was far from being fulfilled.

[kohakuarisaka]

God is a Woman (2 of 3)

Takami Keigo x (fem!)Reader

[ SUMMARY ] You loved his dominant side, every flavor of raw passion he could possibly conjure up to offer you. You trusted him to let boundaries be crossed, knowing he would guide you back to safety. Maybe, it was why you wanted a chance to do the same for him. When you asked if you could dom this weekend, you were surprised at how easily he said yes.

[ WARNINGS ] R18+ for graphic sexual content and language. Reader is also a hero. Pre-existing relationship. Female reader with female genitalia and pronouns. No pegging, no male penetration. Topping from the bottom. Romantic relationship. Oral sex. Penis in vagina sex. Consensual sex. Wing kink. Dom/Sub tones. Bondage. Femdom. Mommy kink. Degradation & praise. Dirty talk. No use of protection. Choking & rough play. Biting & scratching. Bratty sub Keigo.

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It was sunny Saturday morning, not overbearingly warm, with just the slightest breeze, and of course plenty of noise from the wildlife, specifically the birds gathering on the tree right outside the back door.

Keigo had spent a good few hours mopping the floorboards on the back patio, with the ambiance of the tiny, feathered beasts to ease his thoughts, to keep his headspace in this house and not the world beyond, to what was waiting for him at Musutafu.

It didn't take long for the surface to dry, and he sprawled out on the back patio, just shy of the sunlight, in the safety of the shade beneath the awning. He had left the door open to let the sounds of chirping birds carry into the house.

You caught the sight of him when crossing the hallway and approached with a smile, mystified by the sight presented to you.

When he was Hawks, he was so composed, dressed up in a fancy hero costume with his hair pushed back by a visor and headphones, shoulders back and head held high. You didn't dare want to take moments like this for granted, when he looked normal, wearing civilian clothes with his hair a mess.

He was propped up on his side, his shirt rucked up, exposing an inch or so of his toned abdomen, and the wiry blonde hairs that grew there. Loose shorts were hanging low on his hips, exposing the hem of his boxers. He had one leg stretched out, propped, the other bent at the knee, tucked beneath the other.

He was reading again, the same book from yesterday from what you could tell, and was leaning up on one elbow while his opposite hand held the book at eye level, roughly. He was focused on it intensely, not even glancing over his shoulder to look at you.

Keigo's wings were laid out behind him, draped along the wood surface of the patio, red plumes spread out in a beautiful assortment. The ends fluttered softly in the breeze, like his wild hair. The bases of the twin appendages could be seen moving oh so subtly with each inhale and exhale, shifting with his chest.

You were careful not to step on his wings as you approached, before kneeling on the space behind him. He heard you coming, of course, and didn't immediately react when you shimmied in close behind him, slotting your body into the curve of his back.

His wings shifted to give you room to nuzzle into the space between them, at the center of his back. It resulted in one wing partially draped over you, not that you minded in the slightest, while the other spread out along the floor behind you. It looked a little silly, but Keigo didn't seem uncomfortable.

"You're supposed to be relaxing," you scolded him softly.

Keigo set his book down and pushed it away before wiggling around a little, spreading his wings out so you had room to hold him from behind. Your legs tangled with his and your arm wound loosely around his waist.

He let out an amused huff. "Reading is relaxing," he argued gently.

"Not war manuscripts," you laughed. "You never stop working."

Keigo didn't acknowledge that statement. You almost regretted it, if not for the fact that he relaxed in your grip, leaning into the weight of you encouragingly. You had all the time in the world to discuss that, when you were in your costumes, speaking each other's hero names. Here, in this house, he was Takami Keigo, to you and only you. He didn't need to be Hawks right now, even if he couldn't stop.

For a short while, Keigo was quiet, letting your hand slide up into his shirt and explore the expansion of muscles adorning his chest. Then, suddenly, he let out an amused snort.

"Are you enjoying yourself?"

"Yes," you answered immediately, without any shame.

It wasn't every day that you got to see him, let alone touch him like this, and it didn't skip your mind what an honor this was: getting to touch winged hero Hawks' muscles was something many dreamt about, if the tabloids were anything to go by.

His wings were impressive, to say the least. Watching him fly at speeds rivaling a jet plane was truly a spectacle to witness, and he had great control over every individual plume; but, he didn't get that way without hard work. His chest and back were well toned, shoulders wide and strong, to be able to support such large appendages.

Keigo would never describe his wings as 'heavy'; that would imply that they were a burden or an unwanted weight. But, he had to be strong to carry so many feathers around, and he liked to let his plumes grew long and strong, when he could.

Plus, there was no denying that you liked this, that he let you touch him, that he sagged against the floor and hummed quietly, clearly enjoying the feeling of your hand wandering, ogling him with bizarre fascination, as if nothing more beautiful had ever crossed you before him.

But, that was the truth, wasn't it?

Sometimes, you couldn't help but wonder what you had done to deserve this, to have someone like Keigo deliver himself to your door and not someone else's, that he sought you out, and wanted you.

Someone like him, who could have anyone he wanted; yet, he came to you, a nobody hero, one of many faces that would be long forgotten. But, that wasn't true to Keigo. To him, you were one of a kind, his hero if you could be no one else's. If there was ever light at the end of the tunnel, it was you. If there was calm after the storm, it was you.

You, who looked at him like you were blessed to have him, when he thought it was quite the opposite. What did he ever do to deserve this, a beautiful woman who waited for him to come home, never once doubting that he would.

Keigo took hold of your hand and brought it to his face, laying a lingering kiss against your knuckles. You scooted in closer to him, if such a thing was possible, until you were flush against his back. Your hand slid free after a short while and continued exploring his skin, smoothing over the expansion of his chest.

"Are you sick of me being in charge?" you asked, sincere.

"You're in charge?" Keigo retorted softly, pepping up his tone a little to make it clear he was joking.

You pinched his nipple in retaliation and smiled into his shirt when he hissed softly.

"Minx," he scolded.

"Chickadee," you replied, rubbing your cheek into the back of his shoulder, dragging the fabric of his shirt around in the process.

"I'm a mighty bird of prey," he corrected you softly.

You leaned up a little and pressed a kiss at the exposed skin at the apex of his spine, humming an agreeing, "yeah."

Keigo turned his head and looked at you expectedly. With a soft groan, you sat up and awkwardly leaned over him until your mouth met his. He might not have been a hulking giant; but, he was still bigger than you. He could have easily rolled over and shadowed you.

The kiss didn't last long before you leaned back and started rucking Keigo's shirt up until it was wrinkled beneath his wings. He laughed softly, deep in his chest, and retreated from you, but only a little bit.

You watched as his wings moved around carefully, pulling the fabric up until they were freed from the garment. He pulled it up over his head, through the arms, and laid back down, arching into you expectedly.

You wasted no time continuing where you had left off, kissing at the top of his back. You blazed a trail along his shoulders and felt his wings shudder, one draped over your body like a living blanket. His feathers might have been still, but you could feel their weight, feel the faintest movements, bristles touching at your skin unconsciously.

Your mouth trailed down, along his spine, nibbling on the soft, untouched skin between his wings. Keigo wiggled beside you, partially out of pleasure and partially because he was, embarrassingly so, ticklish there. It was natural, really, being a sensitive place that harbored his wings, a place no one touched.

"Is that bad?" you asked softly, murmuring into his skin.

"No," he uttered hoarsely, unable to bite back the clear frustration in his tone.

One of your hands was curled on the ground to balance yourself, while the other trailed down the length of his torso. You pushed the hem of his shorts and boxers down and groped at his buttocks, humming approvingly at the firmness of his flesh.

"Yeah, you're definitely enjoying yourself," Keigo chuckled out in an amused tone, continuing to fidget faintly as you shamelessly felt him up.

Usually, this was the other way around. Usually, he held you down, covered you with his calloused hands and nipped at your skin. There wasn't an inch of you he hadn't touched, very few places on you he hadn't kissed, plenty of places he had licked, even when you squealed in protest.

He wasn't shy, by any means, and you weren't a stranger. After all these years, all you had been through together, there was no one Keigo held as closely. He trusted you more than anyone or anything. You knew his name, for fucks sake.

Like this, you weren't exactly trying to exercise restraint. He could feel the weight of you pressing against him, squishy breasts smooshed into his back, silky smooth legs tangled with his. Your toes were curled against his calf, knee digging into his thigh. Your shirt had rucked up a little, allowing him to feel the softness of your belly.

God, he wanted to flip around and bite you all over, make you squeal and moan and sob in euphoria; but, he was trying, so, so hard, to be a good boy for you.

Then, that sinful mouth of yours was added to the mix, nipping and kissing at the skin along his back, teeth occasionally tugging on his flesh. Your mouth grazed the skin right along the divot where quills grew from his skin, cheek brushing his feathers in the process.

Keigo moaned out, loud and shrill, sounding almost unlike himself, and it startled you a little. His wings flexed, nearly smacking you in the face as they beat the air. Yet, you didn't ease up, mouthing along the smooth skin, cheek brushing the young plumes that grew from his shoulder blades as you mouthed dangerously close to the base, to the place that made him who he was: winged hero, Hawks.

As your mouth explored and teased, your arm curled around his front. You tugged his shorts and boxers down his thighs until his leaking cock bobbed free. His whole body jolted and his wings shuddered, almost violently, when you finally wrapped your hand around his length.

You had tugged on his wings before during sex, tangled your fingers in his plumes at the base and played with the soft quills like it was the hair on his head. But, this was different: this was your lips brushing his skin, teeth edging along the place where he wasn't human.

As you began pumping his cock, your hips moved almost involuntarily, in tandem with your hand. Of course, this didn't go unnoticed by Keigo, realizing that you were essentially humping him while your hand worked over his cock. Surely, you knew he could do better; but, he was content to let you guide the pace, to let you touch him however you pleased.

Keigo always leaked a lot of precum, even more so when you got your hand on him. Normally, he kept the focus on touching and tasting you, rarely giving you the chance to lay a hand on him before he claimed the heat between your thighs.

As he fidgeted and moaned from your touch, it steadily became clear why. He was touch starved, hormonal teenage years denied of something as simple as the embrace of another. Even something as innocent as your hand sliding up the back of his shoulder could result in a half-chub if he wasn't careful.

Your hand, squeezing him just right, pumping his length like a damn pro, accompanied by your mouth teasing at his wings, sent electricity shooting through him. If his squirming and breathless moans were anything to go by, he was approaching his end at a rapid pace.

"Fu - uck," Keigo grunted out. "Your hand feels so good."

You wanted to lean up and kiss at the back of his neck, right where his hairline started; but, then, you wouldn't be able to reach his cock, and there was no way you were slowing down now, not with the delicious moans he was spewing.

Keigo gave up any semblance of dignity and started bucking up into your hand, to the point that he was fucking your palm like he had never known pleasure like that before. While it didn't compare to being inside you, he was on the edge, hyper-focused on the sensation of your mouth along the edge of his wings.

It was difficult to not take over, roll over and shove your clothes off and drill into you, right here, right now, on the damn floor in broad daylight. He'd flex his wings out, knowing that you loved that predatory stance, and beat the air to drive in harder, faster.

But, you had asked to be in charge this weekend, and there was no denying that he was enjoying himself, letting you touch him like this, feel him up and bite at him. No doubt, you were leaving marks on his back, marks that no one but you would see.

"Fuck," he gritted out through clenched teeth. "Oh - you're gonna make me-"

You moaned in response, the sound vibrating onto the skin of his back. Keigo had one hand clawing at the floorboards while his other reached around and senselessly grabbed at you, resulting in him clinging to a chunk of your thigh, bringing you in as if you might try and escape.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck-" a chorus of curses escaped him.

His held tilted back and your only regret was that you couldn't see his face. His wings shuddered around you, one smacking against your side as he cried out.

You worked him through it, feeling his cock throb before burning hot cum spurted from the tip. Some of it coated his abdomen, some of it landed on the floorboards, most of it coated your hand in a slippery mess.

Keigo's hand released your thigh and wrapped around your forearm in a death grip. You realized immediately it was to hold your hand in place while his hips moved, fucking into your palm deliriously. You were already worked up, grossly wet between your thighs and covered in goosebumps; but, that lewd gesture did something to you.

It made you ache.

Finally, his orgasm waned and Keigo's shaking ceased. He sagged on the floor, panting heavily. You didn't give him a chance to relax, shimmying out from beneath his wing and pawing at him to roll him onto his back. As if instinctively, his wings shifted around, spreading out on either side of him as he flattened like a pancake.

Your dirty hand smeared his release across his abdomen as you climbed on top, straddling his thighs like it was your god-damn place in the world. Still in the blazing aftermath of his orgasm, Keigo hardly seemed aware of what was going on, vaguely processing the feel of your legs moving around and bumping his as you rid yourself of your bottoms.

Suddenly, his sensitive cock was wrapped in a velvety grip, unbelievably hot and dripping wet. The startled cry that Keigo released was almost haunting, and you knew you would never forget it, nor the way it made you tremble and whimper.

"Holy fuck," he groaned loudly, eyes blinking rapidly as he peered up at you, perched on his lap with a wild look in your eyes.

You had no idea if it was a side effect of his quirk or mutation, or just something about Keigo, but he almost always stayed hard after the first round, and usually even lasting for a third. It wasn't the least bit surprising that he was still stiff and throbbing.

"Color?" you uttered to him, going completely still above him.

Keigo blinked slowly, staring at you with a drunk expression on his face, as if he had no idea what the hell you just said. You were patient, eyes taking in the pleasured look on his face shamelessly while you were impaled on his length.

"Green, babe, fuck-"

He barely got to finish before you started bouncing on his lap. One of your legs was curled over his thigh while you propped the other over his abdomen, knee gently digging into his sternum. You shifted your weight off your arms and onto your legs and rolled, pivoting his cock in and out of your folds.

"Ahnnn-" Keigo moaned, head falling back and thumping against the floor while his eyes squeezed shut.

His hands gripped at your waist, fingers digging in like he was holding on for dear life. That very well might have been the case. The sensation from his orgasm hadn't even worn off and you were already working his cock, setting sensitive nerves ablaze.

"Does it hurt?" you asked, sounding breathless, but sincere.

"No," Keigo replied immediately, fiercely.

He shook his head a few times before looking up at you through long, heavy lashes. His pupils had practically vanished, coating his gaze in amber that stared up at you like he was going to fucking kill you.

"Feels so fu-fucking good. Se-sensitive - fuck - I would th-think you're trying to kill me, baby bird," he forced out between labored pants.

As if trying to level the playing field, Keigo shifted his dominant hand, laying it across your belly. His thumb dipped between your sloppy, wet lips and swiped over your pearl, seeking it. You mewled when he brushed the bundle of nerves, and Keigo wasted no time finding a rhythm to circle it smoothly.

"Ohhh, yes," you moaned, head tilting back. "That's - mmm, just like that. Good boy."

So much for leveling the playing field. His hand managed to stay focused; but, his head rolled back and his eyes fluttered shut, a staggered moan falling from his lips. You stared at Keigo, watching pleasure dance across his face, throat bared and skin glistening with a thin layer of sweat.

"D-didn't prep - you're tight," he gritted out.

At one point, you were embarrassed at the realization that you hardly needed it when it came to Keigo. His presence alone could put your body in overdrive, primed and ready to go at the mere sight of his crimson feathers.

It proved to be your hidden superpower. You enjoyed the feel of his cock parting your folds, the slight ache as his girth forced you to accommodate him. Just the same, your cunt gripping him almost too tightly should have been illegal. It threatened to make him lose his sanity, and become a slave to your body.

"Fuck, slow-" Keigo paused and swallowed loudly, out of breath. "-slow down or gonna - aghn - gonna come too fast."

Your own orgasm was approaching like a train flying off the tracks; however, even if that wasn't the case, you wouldn't have stopped, not when he was literally shaking beneath you. His wings began to shudder, plumes rolling like crimson waves beneath him in tandem with his thighs.

You had loosened up just right by now, wet with your own slick and his seed, walls squishy and compliant, creating an effortless glide. Wet, fleshy sounds echoed between the two of you, almost loud enough to drown out the noises youb were making together.

His thumb continued to swipe furiously at your pearl, even when he began shaking from head to toe. But, then, suddenly, the friction was gone. His heels planted on the floor and he used his legs to lift up, meeting your thrusts with enough force to make you bounce.

His hands gripped the meat of your hips painfully tight and it didn't take you long to realize that you weren't even moving yourself anymore; Keigo was holding you up and fucking into you. Ever diligent, it didn't take long for a small feather to dip into the space between you and take over, curling over your wet pearl before trembling violently.

The sound of chirping birds, a buzzing cicada, and the wind in the trees briefly crossed your mind before your own cries drowned out the noise. You could hear Keigo wheezing and moaning in pleasure beneath you, his feathers rustling softly as his wings vibrated.

"Baby - close - close - fuck - come for me, come for me, come on - please-" Keigo babbled on, eyes fluttering shut and head lulling on the floor.

It likely was the desperate 'please' that had you tumbling, a sudden rush of mind-numbing pleasure making you scream. The sudden tightness and fluttering of your walls had him following close behind. Keigo roared, back arching. He dragged you down roughly as his cock emptied inside you, his seed hot like molten lava.

He held you close, pinned against him as he continued to throb and spurt, ensuring every single drop went as deep as he could possibly make it. You trembled above him, hands pressing down on his chest for a moment or so as your orgasm waned.

When the pleasure died down, you moved your legs to a more comfortable position, and collapsed on top of him, torso to torso, skin to skin. The mess of his seed and your combined sweat clung to your skin; but, you couldn't be bothered to care, especially not when Keigo's hands wandered, sliding beneath your shirt to move up and down your back.

You panted against his cheek, body rising and falling as his chest did beneath you. Keigo tilted his head and you felt lips against your sweaty forehead before he huffed out a sharp exhale that made your eyelids twitch.

"Woah," he breathed.

"Just woah?" you teased, even though you were clearly as out of breath as he was.

"Give me a few minutes and I'll give you a standing ovation," he retorted softly. Your eyes could catch the corner of his lip curved into a grin and tilted your head back to try and catch it with your mouth instead.

But, you only ended up colliding with his prickly chin. Keigo laughed and leaned down to kiss you properly, lips slotting over yours in a well-practiced gesture. His arms wound around your waste, holding you close while you kissed. One of his wings came up around you while he rotated you onto your side, laying you on the opposite wing.

You wiggled around when you felt the soft plumes touch your cheek. "Doesn't this hurt?" you protested, trying to escape him. Keigo's grip was too strong, however, and you failed to break free.

"Aww, babe," he hummed, "they're stronger than they look."

"They look strong," you replied, almost defensively, in a low utter, realizing what you had accidentally implied.

He placed an elbow on the deck and propped up his head in his palm, looking down at you with a sort of fondness that made you squirm. He was still inside you, albeit soft now, holding you close to ensure that he stayed that way.

You dragged your knuckles gently along his cheek, whispering, "was that good?"

"You have to ask?" Keigo replied quietly, his bushy eyebrows lifting slightly.

"Communication," you scolded, gently pushing sticky blonde strands out of his face.

"I just cleaned the patio. Now, I have to do it again," was what came out of his mouth.

It was clear by the crooked smirk he was wearing that his intention was to make you laugh, which he did, unfortunately.

"Oh no," you replied dryly.

Keigo hummed, leaning in to kiss you again.

[slasherkisss]

What are some NSFW headcannons for the Collector, Pyramid head, yautjas, and Midnight man?

[my brain only registered Midnight Man and I am SO HYPE FOR IT BLESS YOUR HEART ANON]

Asa Emory/The Collector

Knifeplay is his passion. This man is brutal with his weapon (hehe) and will use it. You better be into masochism because he’ll make you stick your tongue out and slice the tender flesh, making you count each gash and drink up your own blood

Brutal dom. He’ll make you cum several times only to make you wait until he says so at the very last moment. He’s nearly unfair in his treatment of his sub, pushing their limits and bending them in ways (both physically and mentally) that they nearly aren’t sure they can keep up with. He believes in them, though.

Serious self control. The man can pace himself and make it so that he lasts far longer than his partner could ever dream of. He will be the last one to cum and it will be ferocious and needy as he does so all over you.

Surprisingly talkative during sex. Though he’s a quiet man by nature, you’ll get the most out of him when he’s fucking you into a surface. Gentle dirty talk and swift commands that leave you more turned on echo from his lips and its amazing to hear his voice as often as you do when you fuck. He’s doing it so that, every time you hear his voice, you think of him fucking you and get turned on. 

Pyramid Head/The Executioner

Man has himself a size kink. Everyone is basically smaller than him he loves it. Being able to throw his s/o around in his arms and control them like a rag doll, positioning them however he wants, and admiring their body from whatever angle he choses is a big turn on.

Into period play. You can fight me on that one. He likes feeling his AFAB s/o bleed around his fingers and the extra liquid helps his dick slide in so much nicer. He has a lot of lube around too if you’re AMAB too so don’t you worry.

Loves bending his s/o over things while he fucks them. He loves the way it makes them squeeze around him and he likes having one hand on their hips and the other around the back of their neck as he all but breeds them into the surface.

He has a tongue and he will use it to eat you out. It’s a long, black, sentient appendage that crawls from the cracks of his massive head. It’s thick and throbbing, way more unnatural than any other tongue you might see, and does a wonderful job of reaching into your deepest places and curling in on you oh-so sweetly. He loves nothing more than to taste you and drool inside of you. 

Yautja/Predator

Two Words: Praise kink. Yautja’s love to hear how much they’re pleasing you, whether it be with your moans or your words, any sort of positive reinforcement for them makes their pride swell and their urge to fuck you faster all the stronger.

Loves to fuck after fighting. They spar with their partner, that much is known, and the more rowdy and dirty a fight, the more they want to get down and dirty. Pinning you down into the ground and having their way with you is one of their favorite things. Likewise, if you pin THEM down and have your way with them? Oh baby~

Bruises and bite marks go both ways. They LOVE to litter you with marks and scrapes to show how much they’ve pleasured you, but will purr and be putty in your hands if you sink your teeth into their skin and drag your nails down their back as well. They want to be claimed by you equally. 

Huge cuddlers after sex. Yautja are as clingy as puppies when they’re basking in the after glow of your sexscapades with you. Their arms are wrapped around you, clinging tight and purring against you as the two of you relax in your sweat and blood. Tends to be the first to fall asleep as well. 

Midnight Man

Big into fear play.  He knows what scares you and to see you writhing under him in both fear and arousal turns him on all the more. He wants to hear you scream in both ways. 

Always bites when he kisses. This entity is cheeky in his kisses and loves to inflict pain on you during them. It’s quite common to feel his teeth sink into your lower lip as you kiss, drawing blood only to have it be licked away by his tongue. He finds it very erotic when your blood is smeared on his own lips after. 

Slow, steady, and teasing. This man knows how to work your body better than you do and he will do everything in his power to make you a writhing, edged mess ready to beg for him. He’s cruel in that he loves to torment you, even more than Asa will, and laugh at your pain before granting you what you want.

The worst with aftercare. He’s not great at understanding human needs and isn’t big on cuddling, so it’s more often than not you’ll either have to force him to stay with you or live with him disappearing basically within minutes of you coming down from your orgasm. He has people to kill, darling, it’s not his fault that his nature is so... shadow-based. It doesn’t mean that he doesn’t love you, though, it’s just his nature to be everywhere and nowhere. Nothing personal.