#I bet his skin smells like musk and SWEAT

[meownotgood]

How are we feeling about Aki in the new trailer?

I am running into his arms and embracing him and tackling him to the ground while nuzzling into his neck like they do in the movies.

[katz-chow]

any thoughts for pervy könig? i know he'd be so gross amd clingy, constantly stealing panties and huffing at them :( or watching you across from the showers, fisting his leaky cock and making eye contact with you :(

i bet he'd be stalk you 'nd everything !!! being so creepy and openly desperate :(

ignore this if you're uncomfortable !!

warnings: nsfw, gn! reader, pervy, toxic, power play, corruption kink, stalking, somnophillia, not proofread :D

all the things that lead up to that though, waiting and stalking you to see your reaction to everything hes doing.

him purposely putting a hand on your lower back to walk past you, his large hand traveling a bit too far down until you feel a squeeze on your ass

the next time he does it, you quickly arch into his grasp and look at him with those doe eyes of yours, all innocently. from then on, he knows how cheeky and desperate you are

always teasing you by making you go shower last, saying he needs some…help with paperwork. you always agree because he’s your superior!! why wouldn’t you??

ends up with the both of you in the empty showers late at night, you rubbing the soap down your body with the open curtains, allowing him to lean back on the benches by the lockers to feel his pants tighten, your freshly worn underwear in his hand.

by the time he finally pulls his stiff, leaky cock out, he can’t help but use your underwear to jerk him off :( it’s the closest thing he’ll allow himself to you, you’re just so young and precious!!

will keep your cum stained underwear to “wash for you”. you ended up never seeing them again…along with a few other pairs

pervy konig who sneaks into your room while you’re asleep using his rank to get the master key. he sits there kneeling on the floor next to your bed as he sniffs your hair and your musk, skin shiny with a thin layer of sweat from your sleep

he inhales your scent and just like that, he leaves his own potent one, cumming on your sheets…or if he’s feeling rather possessive, he’ll grind against your arm or hand until he cums all over you

pervy konig who grinds up against your ass when you’re both supposed to be focusing on a debrief, but he doesn’t care, it could’ve been an email. not his fault you’re standing next to him, your smell just turns on something feral in him

making you go into parade rest, your hands behind your back to grope and touch his growing bulge while no one dares peep a word about him grinding and grunting in the back of the room, he’s their superior too!! why would they risk getting in terrible trouble? especially harsh when someone that’s not him making you embarrassed

pervy konig who thigh fucks you, rarely ever allowing his dick to your oh so needy parts, slick dripping down your thighs and mixing with his own precum. when he thinks you’re doing particularly good, hell intentionally slide higher and rub against you, making you tremble and moan, edging you and denying. it leaves you all needy, allowing him to do all the pervy stuff just for the chance that he might authorize you to cum

“you’re too good for me, schätzelein…can’t stand ruining you yet…”

[star--stilinski]

wow, you're so fucked.

stiles is standing next to you, a sweaty beacon of pride as he chats with scott and isaac excitedly, his lacrosse uniform still on and not making things any easier for you.

he had just played a game and won. something unusual for him, clear in the way he seems to glow a bit at the attention he's receiving. you can admit that he did better than his regular performances, which often included him sitting idly by on the bench. but you really don't need to deal with this. rambling, hyper focused stiles is one thing.

sweaty, cocky stiles is another.

he laughs at something danny says-oh, danny's here? you didn't even notice him approach, too distracted with the way stiles' hair sticks to his forehead. anyway, his laugh might make you swoon. jesus, are you ovulating? there's a wet patch forming in your panties and you know it. whore.

"oh, yes! we will so be there!" stiles slings an arm over your shoulder and grins at danny. you can smell his sweat, now, and unfortunately stiles' musk only makes you want to ride his dick even more.

"be where?" you blink, turning a curious gaze on stiles, who looks at you all confused and cute and his lips are so pink and his skin glistens with sweat and i bet the rest of him does, too-

"are you okay?" he hums, squeezing you against his side just slightly. you nod and turn to danny to avoid moaning at the sight of stiles' adams apple.

"sorry, i was zoned out."

danny looks like he's disappointed in you. because of-fucking-course danny māhealani can tell that you're this close to giving stiles a blowjob in front of the entire student body. just because he's sweaty and excited and prideful. you glare at danny, just to shut him up.

he talks anyway.

"some of us were gonna go grab food to celebrate, and i was just inviting you guys. unless you'll be... busy." danny drawls his last words with clear implication, but stiles is too busy being excited that he got invited to something by the "in" crowd to notice.

"and i told him we were going." stiles grins down at you, raising his eyebrows in anticipation. you avoid his eyes, tilting your head.

"i dunno..." you pick at your nails, and stiles is quick to stop you. a habit you both have and you're both trying to quit. "it's kinda late, and we have that essay-"

"oh, come on, don't tell me you're passing this up for homework." stiles tosses his head back dramatically and you hear danny snicker. you know if you look at danny again, you'll want to throttle him. but looking at stiles means looking at his moles and freckles, his jawline, his brow.

you swallow thickly.

"yeah, okay, shut up. i was gonna say yes." you fold so quick that stiles actually steps back from you in shock, and you avoid grabbing him by the jersey to keep his scent all over you.

danny smirks at you, nodding once. "see you guys there. try not to fog up the windows on the way."

stiles waves as danny leaves, and you're pretty confident he didn't even hear that last part because of how focused he is on being overdramatic about you saying yes to him so easily. his eyes are wide and his mouth is open when you turn to look at him, and he let's out a squeaky surprised noise.

"what-you always argue about this stuff! did you have some moment of discovery?!" he grabs both your shoulders and you fight a smile, shrugging him off. you can't just tell the boy, 'oh, it's a whole lot harder to say no to you when all i can think about is how far i would go to get you in my pants.'

right?

you settle for an easy half-truth. "just didn't wanna dampen your good mood. you're practically bouncing off the bleachers right now."

when you look back at stiles, he has that stupid crooked smile cocked all smartly at you. feeling bold, he gives your hip a light squeeze and hums, "atta girl."

yeah, you are so incredibly fucked.

☆

this is my most popular from the vault!! it's also one of the first things i published here. stay tuned for more vault releases and an upcoming thomas fic :D

this anon made me giggle so here's a snippet of pt. 2 (its a joke dont get your hopes up)

[amymbona]

There's something so satisfying about the way he looks. His clear skin that's kinda glowing under the warm light, t-shirt that I'm sure smells like home, sweet and yes, maybe there's a bit of musk and sweat to be smelled in the armpit area, but just gentle enough not to knock you off. His arms and hands look so soft, like you'd want to hold them and them to hold you, it must be such a delight to find home in his arms. Angel curls, you just wanna run your fingers through them, his pretty nose, the round tip bumping against your cheek as he leans in to kiss you. Pretty pink lips, soft and wet from constantly licking them and caressing your own as he kisses you, so comfy and beautiful, it really feels like home to be in his presence. I bet he smells so good and feels so soft :(

[eyesxxyou]

❝ sunshine ❞ (hobie brown x male!reader)

｡ﾟ･ ¡ content. hobie x male!reader. reader pretends to hate dislike hobie. gay longing. denial of feelings. oral (m receiving). handjob. lots of kissing. hobie being kinda pushy. you have a list of reasons why you don't like hobie brown but you never thought being locked in the closet with him would make you reconsider if your reasons are actually all the reasons why you like him.

tags: @hoe-bie @zyonsay

You didn’t hate Hobie.

It was a claim that most of your friends made when your name and his happened to appear in the same sentence. You must make the record clear. You did not hate Hobie Brown. You found him irritating from time to time, sure, with the way he carried himself with a careless sway, the way he spoke with an undue amount of confidence in everything he said. He laughed fully and obnoxiously, he challenged people without remorse, he instigated fights that never needed to happen in the first place. Hobie was not one to keep the peace, not like you who’d rather avoid all confrontation and conflict if possible.

You watched him spread out against your couch, a joint hanging from his full lips while smoke kissed his slender face. He was in the middle of making a bet that he would wipe everyone in a game of beer pong. He talked such a big game and when it came down to it, everyone being divided up into teams, you somehow ended up with Hobie as your partner as some kind of sick joke on you. It was known that you weren’t good at games like these and Hobie insisted that it would be okay because “I’ll carry ya, it’ll be no sweat.”

You didn't know how the idea came up – probably due to Hobie's endless search to make things far more complicated than need be – but the idea of making it strip beer pong became the consensus among your friends group. “And whicheva team loses has to spend an hour in y/n’s room!” Your friends giggled amongst themselves while you stood there completely perplexed at how things had dwindled out of your favor so swiftly. He was so good at convincing others to go along with him no matter how deranged the idea. He once convinced everyone that it was a good idea to go to the roof of your building while everyone was drunk, the only reason no one died was because you were sober enough to keep everyone safe.

You jabbed your elbow into Hobie’s side, eyes alight with fury. “Why the fuck would you say that?” You hissed between your teeth at him. “Not true! No one will be spending the night in my room!”

Hobie’s arm was suddenly around your shoulders, pulling you in and shaking you gently. “Come awn. Don’ be a buzzkill, sunshine. It’ll be fun, no harm in i’.” He leaned in close, smelling of smoke, musk, and faded cologne. Your body tensed against him and without thought, you retracted from him, a scowl curling onto your lips as you looked him up and down. “Not my bedroom y’all, anywhere but my bedroom.”

“Fine, the closet.” Hobie settled the matter right then and there. “Can we get on wit’ i’?” He was already taking more plastic cups to set out on the table, rushed to get on with the fun and prove himself better than everyone else.

Turns out, Hobie absolutely sucked at beer pong too. He could not aim for shit and every missed shot meant an article of clothing removed for the two of you. It started out innocently, vests and jackets, shoes, socks, cuffs and collars. But with each ping pong that bounced off the rim of a cup, more essential clothing began to come off.

Hobie just narrowly missed a shot for one of the back cups and with a playful sigh, he grasped the hem of his torn-up, worn-out shirt and pulled it up over his head and tossed it down on the floor beside him. You glanced at his exposed torso, the smooth skin of his diaphragm leading to his firm naval. The faint outline of abs show themselves through that soft-looking skin of his. A thin line of hair began at his belly button and trailed down to the waist of his low-hanging pants which were next on the hanging line if he missed his next shot.

You turned your flustered gaze away from his toned body and focused on your own shot.

You were down to your own shirt and pants, not being all that great at beer pong yourself. You rocked between your feet, ‘I’m fucked’. You knew you were. There was no coming back from a loss like this one and when you looked to Hobie, hissing at him, “What the hell happened to you being a god at this?”

“Yeah, I guess I shoulda told’ja that I neva played this before we started.” You could have punched him if not for the way he looked at you and offered a lop-sided smile. It offered a mischievous apology, he meant it but not enough. There was something so charming about it, so easy-going.

It was almost certain that you two would lose and by the time you two were left in just your boxers in front of everyone, you had long lost hope for the idea that you wouldn’t be locked in a closet with Hobie for the rest of the night.

Your closet wasn't the biggest, especially with all the clothes in there. At best the two of you would have a few inches of space between you. You didn't want to feel his skin pressed against yours, didn't want his breath fanning your cheek, didn't want to acknowledge he was right there at all times constantly.

Hobie took it all with an air of light-hearted fun as your friends shoved the two of you into your bedroom closet and slid a nearby dresser in front to ensure the two of you couldn't get out until they chose.

Why did the closet seem so much smaller than you remembered? Why was Hobie so close to you? You hid yourself partially in your hanging clothes and crossed your arms across your bare chest. The rules said you two couldn't put on any clothes, you'd just have to sit there half-naked and embarrassed.

Hobie busied himself rummaging through your clothes, humming in approval at those he liked. “No way, you kept this?” He plucked a shirt from your assortment of clothing to reveal a shirt he had made for you. Hand-sewn and everything. “I though’ ya woulda thrown it in the rubbish as soon as I wasn't lookin’.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes and snatching the shirt from him to hold it to your chest. You’d never give him the satisfaction of telling him but you regularly slept in this shirt. It was a very thoughtful gift and you didn't want it to go to waste but you furthermore didn't want to give Hobie a big head by wearing it in front of him. “Why would I do that? Only an asshole would do something like that.”

Hobie shrugged his narrow shoulders. “Everyone says ya hate me, sunshine.”

“You don't sound like you believe that.” You notice how Hobie wades a little closer to you, so close you could feel the heat radiating from his body. A subtle smirk teased his lips as he looked at your shrinking frame. “Nah, I don'. I think ya like me, actually. A lot.”

Your eyes widened and your body reacted with vigor. “Absolutely not!” You denied it with fervor as Hobie approached further. “I- I have no idea why you’d ever think that!” you backed up until your back met the wall and you could go no further. You babbled on. “Hobie, you know I'm not–”

Your breathing shuddered as Hobie pressed his hand to your shoulder before sliding his palm to the spot between your jaw and neck. “If no’, lemme try somefin’ then.” He leaned in slowly, giving you all the opportunity to push him away from you but you don't, you’re frozen in shock, unsure of what to do. You let him ease his lips into yours and kiss you softly.

You’ve never been kissed by another man before, never thought yourself to like it as much as you did. Never thought you’d like being kissed by Hobie of all people. You shouldn't be doing this and you realize it the moment Hobie parts his lips and lets his tongue trace the seam of your lips.

It breaks you from the trance he placed you under and you push him back. “What the hell is wrong with you?” You mean to say it in anger but you can't find the conviction in your voice. You’re feeling hot and unable to breathe as you look at him with wild eyes. He looks rather pleased with what he’s discovered.

“If it makes ya feel any betta, sunshine. I like ya too.”

“I’m not gay, Hobie. You know I’m not. I’ve had girlfriends.”

Hobie scoffed. “Havin’ a girl doesn' make ya straight, ya know that. Hell, I’ve had girlfriends, don' make me like men any less.”

“I don't like you, Hobie!” You have to say it clear, say it loud to get it through that thick head of his and to further convince yourself that you don't like him either. “I think you’re loud, obnoxious. I think you're too carefree. I think you need to exercise a little caution from time to time. I find you irritating as hell. I-” You think of all the reasons why you can't stand him. He’s too nonchalant, too gorgeous, too much. “I hate the way you look everyone in the eyes like you’re ready to prove them wrong. I hate how you’re so touchy feely. I can't stand you!”

Hobie glances down and a smile crept into his face. “Ya hard as fuck righ’ now, mate. Thinkin’ a lil’ too much about me, are ya?”

You look down as well and embarrassingly find a firm bulge in your underwear. You’ve never felt so humiliated in your life because you know this all too well. You know that thinking too much about Hobie, no matter how much you tell yourself you can't stand him, it always leads to this, a hard-on more firm than any time you’ve been with a woman.

No, no, you couldn't like Hobie, not like that.

“Ya need help with tha’?” Hobie approached you once again as you turned away from him to hide your raw embarrassment. “N- no, stay away from me.” You know erections like these can last indefinitely and you know Hobie touching you would only make it worse.

Hobie ignored your pleas for him to stay away and let you handle things. His hands stroked your cheek gently and you turned just enough for him to kiss you once again. It was harder this time, more sure of what was once just a hypothetical.

You let out a shaky breath against his soft lips and Hobie took the chance to slide his tongue between your lips. This time, you do nothing to stop him. The rest of your body turned to face him and suddenly your figure is pressed against his, your cock stroking his thigh just enough to cause some friction. It was enough to make you moan against Hobie’s hot mouth, his tongue stroking and licking at yours in between pants.

“Lemme help ya ou’ here.” Hobie murmured against your lips and he parted from you. HIs lips peppered kisses against your neck and down the front of your throat as one hand settled on your hip and the other slipped past the band of your underwear to find the length of your cock.

You let out a shudder as he wrapped his hand around your member and gave it a couple of gentle strokes before pulling it from your underwear. With another kiss just below your earlobe, Hobie lowered himself down on his knees in front of your weeping cock, his hand still tugging and stroking the slick head. “Relax, sunshine, I’ve got’cha.”

You watched him kiss the aching tip and card his tongue against your slit before taking the head into his mouth and suckling softly. It earned him something of a shaking sigh of relief as you let your eyes fall shut and your head fall back against the wall. Your hand came to cradle the back of his head but you didn’t push him to go further. You had a sick feeling that Hobie knew exactly what he was doing.

He hummed softly beneath you and sank further down until his lips met the base of your length and you settled in his throat where he swallowed over and over and over. Your eyes rolled and fluttered as you tossed a hand over your mouth to muffle your moans. You looked down at him to find a sultry, hooded gaze looking back at you. You could see the way he smiled with his eyes, he would have teased you if not for your dick stuffed down his throat. In his own way, he was teasing you, with the flat of his tongue and that tight throat of his.

He bobbed his head up and down your length, taking the full of it each time he pushed his head down until his lips kissed your hilt. His large, slender hands were on your hips, pulling you in each time he pushed his head forward.

God, you were losing your mind. His mouth was so hot and his inner cheeks were soft as your tip slid against them along the way down the tightness of his throat. You couldn't help but think about how gorgeous he looked down there on his knees and felt more blood rush to your groin.

You’ve never felt an orgasm come so swiftly. Your breath labored with the pull at your abdomen and your hand on Hobie’s head pushed him further down. “Please, please, please.” You whispered as Hobie licked at a vein along the underside of your cock. “‘m gonna-”

You could hardly get it out of your throat before you came. Your member pulsed in Hobie’s mouth and thick ropes of cum coated the inside of his cheeks and his soft tongue. You groaned softly, your head falling back and lulling to the side. Your knees almost buckled with how good it felt.

You had never cum so fast, so hard, and you found yourself embarrassed over the whole thing. Why had you let him do that to you? Why had you let him prove you so wrong? Why had you let him completely rattle your entire life and force you to reconsider everything you thought about himself?

Hobie stood up and kissed you, his tongue searching for yours. He forced you to taste yourself, a swapping of saliva and cum between your mouths. It was filthy, disgusting, but so hot that you let him shove his tongue into your mouth and do whatever he pleased with you.

“Stop thinkin’ for a minute.” Hobie could hear the gears in your head churning of what you had just let him do to you. You have a slow nod as he nipped at your bottom lip and pulled you closer, pressing the firmness of his cock against yours.

You kissed him sloppily, until drool began to seep from the cracks of where your lips met. His skin was so warm against yours and for a moment you forgot about the fact that Hobie was a guy. You were just two warm bodies locked together in a closet searching for intimacy.

Whatever the two of you did here didn't have to leave this closet. You wouldn't let it, no matter what. The moment you were let out of this closet, you’d go back to how things once were and let everything fall perfectly back into place.

Hobie rocked his body into yours while you reached down between the two of you to pull his length out of his underwear and stroke his cock in your hand. You were timid about it, nervous as you thumbed at his slit and rubbed his precum-coated tip.

He encouraged you to continue, pushing his hips into your hand as he moaned into your mouth. His hand was on the wall above your head, bracing himself as you flicked your wrist and tightened your grip a little as your hand traveled the path up and down the length of his slick cock.

His hips thrusted into your hand as he broke your kiss. Hobie hissed softly, looking down and watching the way he used your hand, the way you were going more and more confident in the way you stroked him and circled your thumb over his tip.

His body shuddered and you found it so much hotter than you should. Hobie used his free hand to grab your face and force you to look at him in the eyes. You shifted your gaze the moment they found his.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, look a’ me, sunshine.” He moved his head to find your gaze again. “Yer doin’ so well.” He let out between panting breaths. He could tell your were flustered, face hot at the sight of him fucking your hand. You almost stopped when Hobie grabbed your chin again and made you fix your gaze on him once more. “Don' look a’ tha’, look a’ me.”

You do as he says and look him in those pretty, deep-set eyes of his. He nipped at his lip piercing looking at you and moaned softly. He was falling apart in your hold, his eyes barely able to remain open, and yet you felt completely out of control.

He grabbed you up again, forced his mouth onto yours while you jerked him faster, harder. It was sloppy and chaotic, just how he liked it. He wanted you to want him the way he wanted you, carnally and you did. You wanted his hands all over your body, you wanted him to say your name when he came, you wanted him to be a girl so maybe this didn't feel so bad to you.

Things would be so much easier if he were just a girl. You wouldn't have to feel shame over this, wouldn't have to hide the fact that you wanted him ferally behind thinly veiled reasons why you disliked him. Those reasons just being all the reasons you really, really wanted him.

Hobie came against your stomach, still kissing you between feverish pants into your mouth. He hummed softly as he broke away from you. “Ma bad, couldn' help i'.” Even now he was so thoroughly okay with everything that transpired here, so okay with himself, with you. All the while you couldn't even bear to look at him as you grabbed one of your many shirts tucked away in the back of the closet to clean yourself up with.

You decided then and there that what happened in here would stay in here. You would say nothing to anyone about it and you certainly wouldn't be doing it again. Things could fall neatly back into place and this could fall into the back of your mind without so much as a hitch.

If only Hobie would make it so easy for you.

[daisies-daydreams]

Say ‘Please’ (Stain x F!Reader)

Pairing: Chizome Akaguro (Stain) x F!Reader Category: Smut (18+) Warnings: Dom/Sub Elements, Biting, Oral Sex (F!Receiving), Male Masturbation, Eye Contact, Edging, Swearing Word Count: 2.1k+

Summary: Stain decides to pamper you in his own special way.

A/N: Surprise, surprise, it’s another fic by me where the reader gets eaten out. 👅💦

Song Rec For This Fic: Streets (Doja Cat - Silhouette Remix)

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

You jolted in your bed when you heard your bedroom window creak open. A dark, ominous figure crouched on the window sill, his dark, tattered clothes waving in the cold wind. You sighed as you collapsed back into your mattress.

“Chizo-I’ve told you to just use the front door,” you groaned. The figure dropped inside, making sure to slide the window closed and secure it. His red, hungry eyes flicked over to you.

“Sorry, sweetheart, but I don’t think people would take kindly to the Hero Killer waltzing into their apartment complex,” your lover stated with a grin. You purse your lips as he lumbers towards your shared bed. His heavy boots thudded against the floor as he shucked them off. You watched as he stripped himself of his outfit, his clothes falling into a large pile on the floor.

A sense of calm washed over you as Chizome slid onto the mattress, his wiry, naked body still slightly cold and damp from his recent escapade. Your eyes flew open when you felt your lover wrap his arms around your torso, pulling you flush against his chest. He smelled of rain, sweat, and blood-a musk you’ve grown accustomed to as you’re little paramour became more frequent within the past few months. Chizome inhaled deeply into your neck as he tenderly pressed his mouth to your skin. You shuddered as he rolled his large tongue over your pulse.

“Chizo,” you whined, grinding your ass on his hardening length. He grunted behind you as he wrapped his lips around your neck.

“Bet you taste so good,” he rumbled. You gasped as he tightened his grip around you, driving his cock forward with small thrusts. Both of you panted as you continued grinding on each other, heat building inside your core with each passing second. “Would you like that, sweet thing? Like my tongue tasting you…all of you?” Chizome husked. You bit your lip and wiggled in his grasp. It was so late-and yet, you couldn't deny the fire that stoked with each swipe of his tongue and thrust of his hips. He groaned before planting a sloppy kiss on your neck, then your jaw, and finally, the corner of your mouth.

“Come on, sweet thing-let me make you feel good,” he husked. His rough voice sent a shiver down your spine, a white hot arousal spreading through you from head to toe. You swallowed thickly.

“Okay,” you sighed. Chizome grinned as he turned you to lay on your back. He slid himself on top of you, his heavy cock throbbing as he rubbed it against your clothed sex. You squealed when his tongue slid across your bottom lip as he kissed you deeply. You smiled coquettishly as you parted your lips. A moan bubbled from your chest as his tongue filled and explored your mouth.

Chizome stroked and swirled his wet muscle around yours. His kisses were always heated and sloppy-especially when he was riled up from a night of action. Both of you gasped for air when you finally pulled back, a string of spit connecting your swollen lips. Your lover’s pupils were blown as he gazed at you, his hips shallowly grinding against yours once more.

“Mmm, Chizo,” you keened while gripping his bare, rugged shoulders. He emitted a low growl before ripping your nightgown to shreds with his bare hands. You gasped. “Hey!” you pouted.

“I’ll get you a new one the next time I’m out,” he muttered. He smacked his lips as he ogled your breasts. Your face flushed as he lowered his head and flicked his tongue around your areola.

“Oh,” you moaned, your fingers curling into his flesh. Chizome closed his eyes as he swirled his tongue around your breast, slobbering over the whole thing. Pleasure began to build as he licked up and down your perky nipple, your other breast being massaged by his hand. He tugged on your nipple with his teeth before releasing himself with a wet ‘pop’. You gazed down at him with hooded eyes, your bottom lip tucked beneath your teeth.

“Such a pretty little thing,” he rumbled before blowing on your coated tit. You shivered as goosebumps erupted across the slick patch of skin. Chizome gave you no respite as he switched to your other breast. You heard him inhale deeply through what remained of his nostrils, his tongue kneaded and massaging your plump flesh. Your walls clenched as he lavished your breasts with love. Your head felt dizzy as your underwear became soaked with your arousal.

“Chizo, I need you, baby,” you gasped. His head snapped up at your words. “Baby” was always a pet name that got him riled up really fast. His lips curled up as his hands trailed down to your hips, fiddling with the hem of your wet panties.

“Thought you’d never ask,” Chizome said. Your heart fluttered as he pulled your panties down your legs and tossed them aside. He trailed his lips down the valley of your breasts and over your torso. Your breathing stuttered when he paused over your mound, his eyes slowly gazing up at your blushing face. “You sure you want this, sweetheart?” he asked, his hands pushing your thighs apart. You nodded your head vigorously.

“Yes-fucking destroy me with your tongue,” you begged as you bucked your hips forward. He chuckled, his hot breath cascading over your wet lower lips.

“Such filthy words. Might have to teach you a lesson before I make you cum,” Chizome hummed. You clenched your walls as he spread your labia apart with his thick fingers. His blown pupils seemed to shroud his crimson irises as he licked his lips. “You’re so wet-and just from me playing with your tits,” he chuckled. A small squeal left you as you looked away in embarrassment. This earned you a sudden bite on your inner thigh.

“I want to see your pretty face while I’m eating you out. Keep your eyes on me, understand?” Chizome rumbled before smoothing his tongue across the red bite mark. You nodded, tears of arousal pricking at the corners of your eyes.

“That’s my good girl,” your lover praised. He kissed the top of your mound before hovering his face over your slit. A moan tore through your throat as he flattened his tongue over your whole cunt. Fuck, you never realized just how big it was.

Your fists curled into the bedsheets as Chizome drew slow, sloppy stripes up and down your slit, his thumbs still spreading your lower lips apart. Your legs trembled as he locked eyes with you, watching your face twist and writhe with pleasure. His red eyes brimmed with desire and a hunger so deep. A bolt of arousal struck through your body as you arched your back.

“Yes, that’s so good-fuck,” you whimpered. Your mouth restricted into a tight “o” when he clamped his teeth down on your throbbing clit. He flattened his tongue over your nub, the pressure indescribable. Your hands moved to grip at his wild, raven locks as he swirled the tip of his muscle around it, drawing you closer to the edge.

“Ah, Chizome,” you keened. He pulled his mouth away just as your face began to scrunch up. Your nostrils flared as you glared down at him. Chizome’s whole lower face was absolutely soaked in a lewd mixture of your slick and his spit. He licked at the corners of his mouth, grinning all the while.

“Don’t you remember? I have to teach you a lesson,” he mused. You scoffed. “Since you swore twice, I think I’ll have to edge you one more time,” Chizome stated. Your eyes widened.

“No, wait. I promise I-I won’t do it again,” you mewled desperately. He laughed as he gave you a hungry smirk.

“I don’t think so,” Chizome clicked his tongue. “Don’t worry-I’ll take it upon myself to teach you some manners...starting with saying 'please',” he rumbled. How generous of him. Your heart pounded as you waited for him to move, his eyes never leaving your line of sight. Your silent prayers were answered when he slid his hands to your inner thighs and began to gently lap at your folds. You fell back onto the mattress as he lavished your pussy with wet kitten licks.

“Ah,” you gasped out as he prodded your entrance with the tip of his muscle. He took in a deep breath through his nostrils as he teased your hole. He licked and poked around your tender entrance, yet refused to slip inside.

“C-Chizome,” you stammered. Your mind felt like it was turning to mush. He groaned into your heat, the vibrations turning into shockwaves that rocked your nervous system. With a soft sigh, Chizome finally shoved his muscle into your core.

You keened as you began to see stars sprinkle your vision, his tip reaching all the way to your cervix. You watched his eyes flicker with light as one of his hands fell away from your thigh. Your walls fluttered when he wiggled his tongue inside, your pussy squelching with each minute stroke.

“That’s it baby, yes yes yes. You make me feel so good,” you praised as you rocked your hips onto his face. You flinched when he made a hiccupping sound followed by a deep grunt. You shifted your head slightly and blushed when you saw one of his hands stroking his hardened cock, his brows knitted together as he lost himself.

A sudden, juicy thrust inside your cunt made you throw your head back into the pillow. A gentle slap streaked across your thigh, reminding you of his command. You craned your upper body to watch as he thrusted his tongue in and out of your eager, weeping hole. You felt every bump of his papillae stroke against your gummy walls. One simple stroke across your g-spot made your head spin and stomach flip. The pornographic sounds of squelching and thrusting and moaning reverberated throughout your small bedroom, surely waking up the neighbors. You whined as the cord inside of you began to twist into a tight knot.

“Chizo, I-I’m close,” you gasped out as hot tears spilled down your ecstasy-ridden face. Your lover immediately pulled his face away. You whined and pounded your fists into the mattress. You felt like you were dangling on the precipice of your release. What was a few minutes felt like hours before you finally snapped.

“Please let me cum, Chizome!” you cried out. You heard him chuckle, his mouth curved in a triumphant smirk.

“I think you’ve finally learned your lesson," Chizome remarked. You nodded your head in agreement. He groaned before enveloping his lips over your entire cunt, shoving his muscle back inside. Your brain could barely catch up at a hungry pace he set. The muscles in your lower stomach began to wind into themselves. Tighter and tighter-

“CHIZOME!” you screamed as your orgasm tore through you. Your whole body shook as you clamped down on his massive tongue. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he suddenly stiffened, your juices squirting over his face as your walls intensely contracted. You drifted through wave after wave of bliss, relishing in the warmth that bloomed throughout your body.

Your high began to fade as you swallowed thickly, tears still pouring from your eyes. You blinked a few times, your vision blurry from the sheer intensity of your orgasm. Chizome kept his tongue submerged inside of you for a little bit longer before he slowly pulled out. You shivered at the feeling of emptiness.

Sparks suddenly flew through you as he lapped at your folds, collecting your juices and guzzling it down his throat. Chizome smacked his lips and sighed before he pressed a kiss to your cunt. You jolted, causing him to chuckle. A light pink dusted his cheeks as he scooped you up into his arms.

“Where are you taking me?” you blinked, your voice slightly slurred. Chizome just continued to look forward as he made his way towards the bathroom.

“I haven’t showered in a bit. You might as well come with me… since I made such a mess of you and all,” he smirked before tenderly licking up the side of your face. Your breath hitched as he went to nibble on the shell of your ear.

This night was far from over.

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Thank you for reading! ❤️

[downundergarfield]

I borrowed this idea from another post by @junkratswifey and someone else's request. Then they wrote to my main account that they would like to see this request in my style, so here we are

Sniper × FEM!/GN?Reader. Where the reader finds the Sniper for self-satisfaction

cw! There are calls like Sheila and Girl, but otherwise this is a gender-neutral piece.

NSFW under the cut

It was a warm July evening. You were walking around the base preparing for tomorrow's mission. It was a little stuffy, a little annoying, but the fresh air smelled good. You spotted your old friend Sniper's van. "- wonder how this Aussie handles the heat?" You ask yourself. Heading towards his vehicle. You walk up to his van, it's got a dim light on, you can see it through the windows, it means he's awake, great! You press your ear to his front door but you don't hear a sound. This is weird... He must be busy with something. If he was taking apart and cleaning weapons, you would hear the sound of metal and other things. Maybe he is reading a bo---. Your thoughts were interrupted by a groan from inside the van. Sudden, at first you were even afraid that it was a moan of pain. But it was followed by a quiet "...God."

-Mick! Everything is fine?

You hear him sigh. And then silence.

- Mick, I know you're there, are you okay?

He is silent. You put your hand on the door handle.

- Y-yes... All is well.. I'm just busy.

- Busy with what?

- ...The mercenary business I can't tell you ' bout, Roo..

You open the door, hearing how he sighs and fumbles in a hurry.

- No-no-no, don't-

You open the door all the way to see him covering himself with a blanket, blush and shaggy.

-This is VERY impolite, sheila.

You are touched, breaking into a smile.

- So that's what kind of mercenary business you have here..

He laughs nervously.

- Y-yeah...kinda...

You go to his bed, climb the ladder, climb into his bed, bursting into his nest. You move closer to his red face, he looks away and exhales, growling at how close you are to his face.

- I think I can help you with this business~

You say it softly, exhaling hot air on his face and smelling him of musk and sweat.

- Actually, I can do it myself.

You do not give him a single word, approaching, hovering over him and stroking his side. You lower your hand from his bony side to his groin, feeling that he did not have time to hide his erect penis in boxers, that's why you touch this wet, warm organ, feeling that it is a little sticky from its lubrication.

He sighs as your soft fingers touch his sensitive cock.

- S-sheila... Please...

- What is it, honey?

- I'm asha-a-eh...

You interrupt his sentence with your gentle movements along the length of his penis. He tilts his head back, exhaling his accumulated excitement.

- What a bad girl you are...

He puts his hand around your neck, you feel his weight. He moans with pleasure and sometimes growls. He hides his nose in your scruff, snorts, grumbles and moans under your ear. You are captivated by his trembling voice. Usually he's not like that. But you took him by surprise and he is ashamed, but enjoys it immensely.

- p-please.. keep going...

You keep caressing his sensitive skin, feeling him pour pre-cum over and over again on your fingers. You start picking up speed when he suddenly flinches and bites you on the neck. You squeal as you feel a thick, sizzling liquid fall on your fingers. He trembles and snorts, not letting his teeth out of your flesh as he cums and clenches the sheets in his fist.

This is what little wanker deserve.

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[blorboconfessions]

ok. heres my freakster moment. nsfw and some implied noncon and i guess gross. idk.

ive got an armpit kink? and recently it was reinforced by someone else and now i cant stop thinking about mac macdonalds pits mannnnnn

hed smell rank but tbh i bet hes got a good sweat musk to him after he works out. i GOTTA scrape the deodorant off his pit with my teeth like some fuckin oreo filling man

dennis i also have been. obsessed with. but i dont think he'd be into pit stuff. but pshhh its fine hes already anemic and never eats. its not like hed fight back in a particularly strong way. mans got glass bones and paper skin, a light breeze could send him away on the wind. i could sit on him like a paperweight and i bet he'd never be able to move or get me off. anyway.

sorry for rambling about the gross ways i wanna fuck the iasip characters i just had to get this out of my system. keep marching on fellow soldiers 🫡

-🌸🐊

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[alphastoworship]

"Enough," Alexander said softly but firmly, "The only sounds I wanna hear coming out of that pretty little sissy mouth of yours are moans," he instructed. He could easily tell that the other was already under his spell and the so-called 'fight' he was putting up was purely for show; it was only words, Caleb's body told the true story. And even if it hadn't, Alex wouldn't have let any of that stop him and still would have taken the other as he truly believed that he owned him and could do with him as he pleased. "I knew you'd be tight, but fuck ..." he murmured, pressing his fingers in deeper and spreading them out more now, "You can barely take my fingers, what are you going to do when I shove my massive cock inside of you, hmm?" he asked rhetorically, continuing to play with Caleb's perfect pink nipples, along with his clit as his fingers worked in and out of the other.

It was almost like watching a cello player harmonizing their large instrument cradled in his arms. Alexander played the other like an instrument - or rather, more accurately, like a toy. He knew he must smell from the sweating he'd done from tanning out in the sun and not swimming like the other; so while Caleb smelled relatively cleand and summery-sweet, Alexander's natural musk had only been amplified by the sweat that he'd perspired.

"I've been thinking about this cunt since you got here," he continued talking into the other's ear as he gazed at their reflection, "Thinking about how it must taste, how good it would feel wrapped around my thick cock ..." he continued. "I know you realized why I brought you here," he pointed out, now softly biting at one of Caleb's earlobes, "You saw that I have people taking care of every single one of my needs except one," he murmured, fingering the other with more pressure now, "You're my sex slave. You exist solely for my pleasure," Alex clarified, "I wanna dress you up and fuck you like a doll," he revealed, "I want you by my side wherever I go so that you're always around to keep my cock warm and my balls drained," he was fingering Caleb with a steady speed and force now, making sure to keep the other's clit well attended while he did so, "Don't think I haven't noticed the way you've looked at me, I know you. You're a little sissy bitch fag who's been dying for an alpha to claim this cunt."

"Look at the mirror," Alexander instructed, "Look me in the eyes ..." he said, using his free hand to hold Caleb's chin to do so while his other continued to work the other's soaking heat. "Repeat after me," he said, locking his gaze with the smaller boy's - their eyes holding one another in the most primal and intimate ways, "I belong to you, Sir," he said slowly, "My body belongs to you, Sir," he continued slowly, his breath and hot against Caleb's cheek and ear while he edged the other closer and closer to orgasm, "My holes are yours to use whenever you please," he said, his voice lower and more graveled, "I exist for your pleasure, Sir."

Alexander couldn't help but press hot, wet kisses along the other's soft, perfect skin now, "I bet you're a squirter, aren't you?" he grinned, nipping softly at the other's neck, "I want to feel it all over my hand and running down your legs ... get it nice and slick, ready for your Master's cock and longing for my seed," he continued pleasuring the other intensely, "Come for me," he instructed.

Caleb Anderson, a small young man with a head full of dark red hair. He lived in the slumps of Los Angeles with his pathetic drunk of a father, and a filthy addict for a brother. Caleb has had a hard hand at life, but he did his best with what he had. A happy go lucky young man, the boy was always seen as a source of goodness and light. He lived amongst drunks, drug dealers, prostitutes and harden criminals. You would think the red head would be easy pickings for his neighbors, but the boy’s genuine kindness had saved him from many horrible situations. He may have had a horrible family, and lived in the dumps of LA, but the boy with dark red hair was a gift from above, a little slice of heaven, so it was very strange when the good natured boy ended up missing.

Four months, four long months Caleb has been missing. The only people who seemed to be concerned were his school and his teachers. Neither his father nor brother seemed to mind. In fact, they both seemed to be relieved that the youngest of their family was gone. No one knew if he had run away or was dead. It was a complete and total mystery. They had no idea that the boy had fallen victim to one of California’s most ruthless and brutal king pins, Dead Ice.

He was a man of mystery and legend. He was shrouded in shadows, but the stories about him were legend. He was so infamous, the kids had made him into their local boogey man. Even Caleb had heard of him, but he never thought he was actually real, and he certainly never thought he’d fall victim to him. He had no reason to; Caleb followed the law and did as he was told. He was a gentle and kindhearted boy who didn’t mess with the wrong crowd. Unfortunately, that wasn’t enough to save him.

Little Caleb had never been so scared. It happened so fast. He was walking home from school, when suddenly, a shady looking car pulled up beside him, kidnapped him and drove off. The red head had a bag over his head. He had no idea where he was. The fear was pulsating in his veins. When he felt the car had come to a stop, he was manhandled and taken inside. He had no idea where he was. When they took the bag off his head, the red head found himself in the most beautiful mansion he had ever seen; the over mansion he had ever seen. One minute he was in one of LA’s most violent ghettos, now he was in a beautiful palace of a house. He had no idea where he was or what was going to happen to him. The fear was evident on his cherub like face.

The anxiety and fear were rushing through little Caleb’s body. He had no idea just how powerful fear could be. Overwhelmed, this large door opened. That’s when some lacky, an obvious low life, came and brought Caleb into the large room. It looked like an office. That’s when the boy saw him, standing there, a towering giant with the most menacing presence. He was built like a brick wall, but the second those crystal blue eyes fell on him, Caleb felt something he never had before. In that instant, Caleb knew who he was. He didn’t have to say his name, he just instinctively knew. The boy never thought his city legendary’s boogey man was real. Turns out he was very much real. The man looked rather menacing, and Caleb was terrified. However, that cerulean blue stare locked onto Caleb’s earthy gaze, they were……connected. There was a silent yet undeniable link between them. In that moment, while he was terrified, Caleb saw something in those eyes, something he never expected to see. Loneliness. The cherub faced boy knew exactly what he was looking at because he saw it looking back at him every single day. Their mutual gaze did not last long, but it felt like an eternity. He was scared out of his mind, but deep down, he couldn't help but feel sympathy towards the goliath.

Not long after that, Caleb was taken away to his room. It was a beautifully decorated room, but Caleb found himself bewildered by those eyes. He couldn’t get them out of his mind. They were icy and cold, as they were said to be, but the red head saw something else in those eyes; a yearning for connection. Caleb was all too familiar with that look, and he couldn't get it out of his mind. The days flew by like weeks. The boy was locked away in his room, like a prisoner, but he was allowed time out of his prison for meals. Caleb found himself eating with the giant, and whenever they would dine together, Caleb could not help but search for reasoning behind those notorious blue eyes. The man lived like a god. He could have any he could possibly want, and he would do anything to get it, but then why did Caleb always find loneliness in those blue eyes?

Weeks passed so quickly. Slowly but surely, Caleb was allowed access to different parts of the mansion. He wasn't interested in any of that. He was only interested in the giant who kept him prisoner. Still, as time passed, Caleb felt less and less like a prisoner. With each passing day, a different side to the giant of a man was slowly coming to the surface, and Caleb couldn’t help but be fascinated by what he saw. They would spend more time looking at each other than talking. The connection between them was undeniable. Overwhelmed by the criminal king pin’s immense presence, the boy was overcome by the behemoth’s incredible masculine energy. It was pulsating off of him. The boy was too terrified to admit it, but whenever he felt that presence, he felt tingly all over. While the giant’s demeanor was powerful and god like, Caleb’s aura was gentle and soft. The two were polar opposites. They couldn't be more further apart, and yet, the energy between them was as old as time and memorium. Masculine and feminine energy. It was as simple as that. Both of them may be men, but one was assertive, the other submissive. This clash between these two energies was animalistic and primitive, and Caleb would be lying if he said he wasn't aroused by his kidnapper.

The more time that passed, the more the notorious criminal mastermind would open himself up to his prisoner. The more time that passed, the more Caleb started to understand him. This left the little red head very confused. Caleb should have been terrified. He should have been in fear for his life. He wasn’t. The boy was starting to understand why he was here, and deep down, with each passing day, the boy's desire to return to his old life started to diminish. It wasn’t because of the lavish state of living. It was because Caleb had finally found a man who appreciated a side of him that the world, especially his father, deemed as unnatural, disgusting and shameful. For the first time in his life, Caleb felt validated and seen, and now that he’s finally experienced that, he couldn't imagine life without it; he couldn't imagine life without…..him.

What Caleb came to appreciate most about his kidnapper was his ability to see the femininity that lurked behind that boyish face. He seemed to…..enjoy it. It was all little Caleb ever wanted in life, and now that he finally found that level of understanding, his feelings towards the man who abducted him were starting to change……to evolve…..to deepen, and it left the boy very confused. Caleb was a boy on the outside, but the brute of a man wanted to see him in more feminine attire. Skirts, dresses, high heels, lingerie. The man came to realize Caleb’s favorite color was pink, so he had his staff give him an ensemble made entirely in pink. Overjoyed, the boy dressed up for the man who kidnapped him, and deep down, Caleb never felt happier. He felt so valued and appreciated for what he was, and he couldn't get enough of it. His feelings became even more…….complicated.

As the California sun rose overhead, Caleb found himself with the criminal mastermind by the pool. The boy was dressed in the skimpiest pair of pink bikini bottoms, complimented by adorable heart shaped pasties to cover his nipples. The boy decided to take a dip in the pool, and he looked so beautiful in the water. He swam like a mermaid, and his beauty was comparable to one. Drying himself off, he subconsciously allowed the older man to watch. Caleb patted himself dry, teasing the giant with his toned body, curvy hips and ridiculously large ass that no alpha of a man could possibly resist. That’s when things took an interesting turn.

They were suppose to go to the dining room for lunch, but the goliath of a criminal had other ideas. He led the boy into a room he had never been in before…..the master bedroom. It was elaborate and ornate. The little red head found himself in front of a giant mirror with the alpha of a man behind him. He towered over little Caleb. He kept the boy in place by holding him still with an impressively powerful arm. The boy tried to resist, but he really wasn't putting up too much of a fight. He felt the behemoth take off the only clothing the boy had covering his skin, along while ripping off the pasties that covered his beautiful pink nipples in a rather aggressive way. Caleb started to whimper, but it wasn’t clear if the source of that sound came from fear or arousal. The giant of a man was starting to talk to him in a way that Caleb had never heard before. It was dominant and aggressive. He would never say it aloud, but he found it incredibly arousing. He didn't have to say it. His pussy did it for him.

Caleb stood there, held in place by his kidnapper, completely naked. The giant was right, the boy’s vagina was incredibly beautiful. It was smooth, a glorious shade of pink, and it was tight. Incredibly tight. The king pin found that out for himself when he started to tease little Caleb’s tiny pink box.

Caleb looked like he wanted to fight, like he wanted to resist, but he was doing a terrible job at it. He had the most beautiful little clitoris. It was incredibly sensitive, and when the behemoth started to toy and play with it, Caleb let out the most interesting little squeal. Was he trying to resist, or was he enjoying this sensuous and erotic torment? That was all up to the listener, and by the way he was talking to Caleb, he couldn't be blamed if he thought it was the latter of the two.

The two went from victim and perpetrator, to cordial, to erotic in a matter of months. Even the staff was starting to notice the sensuous and down right sex crazed stares between the two. Caleb was whimpering like a puppy as his clitoris was being toyed with, but the boy’s eyes widen when he felt two fingers starting to play with the folds of his vagina. “ Please……Please Sir…Don……” Caleb voice was somewhere between pleading and begging. It was hard to tell where exactly it was coming from. That’s when he felt it. He felt large and powerful infiltrate his vagina. It wasn’t long until the other finger joined it.

Caleb’s squeal was loud and powerful as he fell into those powerful muscles. His face was either terrified or pleasure written. Again, it was very difficult to tell. Caleb was a virgin, and his vagina proved it. Those vaginal walls were literally suffocating those two foreign invaders. The boy was incredibly and unimaginably tight.

“ Sir…..Sir….Please……They’re so big.” Caleb’s voice was riddled with fear and arousal, but it was hard to tell where it was coming from. Maybe he was trying to resistand fight against the brute’s advances, but he was doing a horrible job at it.

[sumiez]

guido mista // birthday gift. ♡ (NSFW)

notes: fem reader tries to surprise mista on his special day, but finds the tables turned on her. voyeurism, scent kink, thighjobs!

Originally, you planned to surprise Mista in a stunning ensemble of newly purchased lingerie for his one and only day, but plans changed fast when you realized just how impatient you areーwhich is how you found yourself spread out on your shared bed, drilling yourself with your soaked fingers. In your free hand resides a well-worn pair of boxers belonging to the man himself, his lingering scent heavy as ever. It almost feels as if he's with you.

And unbeknownst to you, he is. Dinner ended far earlier than expected, and Mista's arrival down the hallway to your bedroom is imminent.

"Mista..." you whimper out, taking a whiff of the fabric, wholly devoting yourself to the feverishly powerful tang of his sweat. You're in a daze as you rub circles on your swollen clit, dreaming that the hand is Mista's hairier, clammier one.

"Yes, amore?" an all too familiar voice calls to you as you hear the door swiftly open and close. "Things ended early, so Iー"

You both freeze.

Before you can hide the undergarments located flush against your face, he pipes up. "...Are those my...?"

Apologies and curses mesh and spill from your lips as you toss the boxers aside, hands covering your face in utter shame. You can't look him in the eye, even as he hesitantly approaches to pry your hands from your visage.

"What you're wearing...is it new?" he completely shrugs off all your pleas for forgiveness as he approaches you, likely because he's guilty of the same thing he caught you for. Just sneakier.

You nod your head sheepishly, red-hot cheeks cupped in his hands. "The surprise is ruined, though...I'm sorry."

"Seriously? You're apologizing? Bambina, this is perfect. Catching my girl finger-fucking herself to my boxers is the only gift I could ever ask for," he removes his hands from your face to rub them up and down your sides, a lopsided smirk plastering itself onto his face when you squirm in his grip. His words cause blood to rush to your cheeks. When he inches closer, you feel something hard press against your thigh and feel like a fool for being so apologetic. He's just as horny as you, it seems.

"You look stunning. I say it everyday, I know, but it's true," he begins, drinking in your scantily clad body, "you really did all this for me?" He promptly unclasps your bra, leaning closer to suck on your delicate nipples, his tongue exploring the area. "Since today's, y'know, my day, can we try something new?" he asks against your skin, and you nod, curious to see what he's so interested in. "Let me fuck your thighs." he purrs into your ear, a statement rather than a request.

The moment you give him the go-ahead, he hooks his fingers into your panties and pulls them down, then scoops you up into his lap so you face him, smirk ever present on his rugged features. His pants are brought down to his thighs, exposing his boxers with a fleck of precum wetting the top. You burrow your head in his neck, grinding down on his lap and causing him to hiss. "Fuck, easy on the teasing," he almost whines, finally springing his dick free from its confinements.

You spread your thighs apart to give him room to fill, and the moment his erection is between them, you lightly press them together and begin to rock your body back and forth. All the while your nose is buried in the crook of his neck, breathing in his overpowering boyish musk after a long day out. The wet friction between your thighs drives both of you mad as he fucks them, lewd breaths filling the otherwise silent room.

"I bet you'd love fingering yourself to my sweater, huh?" he breathlessly teases, thrusting between your thighs again. You nod repeatedly, at a loss for words as the tip of his cock brushes against your folds. "I can't even call you filthy, I know from experience that your panties smell pretty fuckin' good," his words steal the breath from your throat. So he is guilty of what you thought.

Your boyfriend's pace quickens and that's how you know he's close. His thrusts grow sloppy as his ragged pants increase in intensity, his nails digging into the flesh of your ass. Each thrust brushes against your clit, the pressure causing your eyes to flutter shut in pure ecstasy. You grind against his cock as it continues to move back and forth right beneath your pussy, right where you need him. The smell of sex overpowers his natural aroma, making you dizzy with lust. You smell his unkempt hair peeking out from his hat and almost feel yourself burst from how needy it makes you, all the while he's hammering away between your legs.

His dick constantly rubbing against your nub becomes too much to handle, and you feel your climax catch up to you. Your chest heaves for any ounce of air it can suck in as you drape your arms around Mista's neck. "Mista... I'm..." a moan escapes your throat as you convulse uncontrollably directly above his weeping cock.

"Shit, 'm gonna cum too," he rasps, swiping his length across your pulsating pussy. A few moments later, he erupts, shooting his seed all over your sex and the insides of your thighs. You're left trembling at the sudden warmth. You lower yourself, sitting directly on his lap, and crane your head so that your lips are hovering over Mista's. His hot breath fans against your lips, and you kiss him deeply, getting as close to him as possible.

"Can I . . . can I borrow your shirt after this?" you trace your fingers along the sweaty fabric, hands naturally finding themselves drawn to his armpits. The article is damp to the touch.

"Only if you agree to a few more rounds, cara."

"Deal."

Needless to say, you're in for a long night.

[anotherghoul666]

WAIT WAIT WAIT YOU PROJECT AN ORAL FIXATION ON DEW/SODO?? WOOF WOOF BARK ARF HELLO WAIT HOLD UP HI I LOVE THAT

-horny anon who would like to be called Rainy now if that's okay?

Yeppp! Now to be fair, am I lowkey making all the ghouls super into mouth stuff because I have an oral fixation and I write the porn I want to read? You bet. But like, the ghoul that instantly feels like everything is right in the world the moment he's got a cock / fingers / *insert object here* in his mouth? That's Dew.

If we take the example of blow jobs, like, they're all gonna happily blow each other, but they do it for different reasons. Swiss blows someone for the power it gives him over them, the control; Aether blows someone to give someone pleasure as an act of service; Mountain blows someone cause he wants to take care of them and make them feel appreiated; Rain blows someone cause he wants the praise and the reactions; Dew blows someone because he wants to have his face full of cock, to taste skin and salt and sweat, to smell musk, to feel the slippery texture of precum, to feel his lips stretch around something, to swallow around something or gag, to have cum in his mouth and taste it and drink it ot play with it, to feel all these textures and smell the scents and taste the tastes. Dew is a tactile seeker through his mouth. Dew does it because he fucking loves having something, anything, fill his mouth and his throat and it makes his damn brain shut up for once in his life to have his senses full of cock. It's self-satisfactory in his case.

Also yes of course you may be called whatever you want Rainy!

[bubblegumbi0tch]

Breed

Warning: Public sex, Breeding, cum inflation, hybrid Bokuto

He's been acting weird all day. Sniffing, snorting, grunting, sweating, even swearing. You know it's 'that time' for him, but this is different. This could be dangerous.

Not wanting to be cooped up with a carnally frustrated pup, you recommend a walk in the park. It's a beautiful summer evening, and maybe some fresh air will breathe some civility into those aching bones of his.

The sun is about to set, leaving streaks of purple and pink across the sky. There's a nice breeze blowing through the leaves, making a soft sound. Its overshadowed by the boisterousness of the park: kids, dog hybrids, families; it seems like everyone had the idea to go out tonight.

But even this is overshadowed by the grunting of your lover, each step, each breath, each movement making him groan. Poor thing. You try to hold his hand as you walk beside him, but it's so slippery with sweat, you can't get a good grip. He sneers at your attempt and pulls his hand away. What," you ask, "stop it, (y/n). it's y-your fault I'm like this," he barks back, shoving both hands into the pockets of his shorts. "Excuse me? What the fuck did I do?"

"It's day fourteen. I can smell it on you." He gets uncomfortably close, nudging his face against the side of your face. "You in ovulation right now, waiting for me." Oh fuck. Ovulation. Your face flushes red, and you stop dead in your tracks. Put a hand on your lower stomach, right above your womb, and glare at him. "That's not my fault. I can't control that." He lets his jaw open, a bit of drool running down his chin as his tongue licks at his upper teeth. "you know how easy it'd be? to knock you up?" "Kōtarō stop," you hiss, looking around to make sure no one caught him saying that. A couple walking a few paces behind you laughs to themselves, then passes you in silence.

"What? he whines. You Pause to collect yourself, taking a few steps away from him, already feeling slickness between your legs. Damnit. He laughs at the air loudly before licking his teeth again and stepping back into your personal space. "I can smell that, sweetheart," he purrs, grabbing your upper arm roughly, fat bulging between his thick thighs, "you can't hide from me. I bet I could bend ya over right here and make you cum all over my cock."

"Kōtarō," you snarl as you try to jerk away from him. He's right, but. But fuck that! He can't just do this; he can't have that much control over you. Especially not in public like this.

"that's it," he says lowly, fingers gripping until you squeal, "no other options now, babe. come with me." With his hold on your arm, he pulls you into a nearby grove of pine trees. The sharp needles prick and tickle your skin as you stumble behind him, struggling to keep up with his frantic pace. What is he going to do? Is he going to fuck you out in the open?

Beyond the grove is a small clearing filled with thistle bushes, utterly void of people, a lush virgin forest on the other side. Time and reality pause as he teleports both of you to the other side, deep within the trees. The only sounds are your breathing, the rustling of wind through the thick canopy above, and the quiet creak of the trees. You both look at each other. Blink once. Twice. And then he's upon you.

A fluttering giggle escapes your mouth as his hands immediately go to your ass, pressing his crotch into you, his hard erection already throbbing and ready. Lean your head back as he runs his teeth and tongue across your neck, feeling the need on him, smelling it in his musk,

"you're gonna be so pretty," he rumbles into your skin, breath so hot, your hands reaching to take hold of his jacket for stability, "all swollen and heavy with my babes."

You whine at his words; he's played around with the idea, but with this intense heat cycle, he really wants to impregnate you. Maybe this time, he'll actually do it. Filled with a slurry of fear and excitement, you remain as quiet as you can but still give into every touch and lick.

"you want that, don't you?" He dips between your breasts, fingers yanking and tugging until your chest is naked.

"I-I don't, uh," you trail off as he nuzzles his face into your tits and growls like an animal, mouthing at your flesh and nipples. Your pants are yanked down, and he immediately grabs a handful of your wet panties.

"oooh, yes, you do. your body doesn't lie." His fingers slip behind the thin fabric, collecting your wetness and beginning to rub it up and down your folds. He sniffs at the air again, thrusting his erection into you, demanding attention. Your dominant hand slides into his shorts to pull his cock out; it's harder and hotter than you've ever felt, dripping so much precum that it's staining his clothes. His fingers hasten, entering you, thumb diddling at your clit.

"tell me," he says with a kiss, planting his wet teeth against your puckered lips, "tell me you want my cum inside you ." His own words fuel the fire, making him buck his dick between your legs, bumping his hand still ravaging your cunt.

"Oh, fuck, please fill me, Kōtarō. I need you to fill me," you moan out, feeling a release from saying the words alone. Finally, you've said it, the truth, your fingers clenching around him only for him to remove them.

"with what?" he asks as he teases your hungry entrance with the tip of his length, stroking up and down your wet crease.

"Your cum! Give me your gift, your seed, please! I need you now."

Panties ripped open, he grabs you by the thighs and slams you against the trunk of a tree, penetrating you immediately. It's so big! He's so hot, it throbs inside you once before he starts a breakneck pace, fucking you with a vigor you've never experienced before. Your tits bounce in his face as he just grits his teeth and fucks you, grunting and growling, entirely focused on your pussy.

"Ghuaaa FUCK," you scream, uncaring of who might hear you; it already feels so good, the intensity of it overwhelming all your senses. You don't notice the sunset or how badly the bark of the tree is splintering your back. "YES, KO, FUCK ME!"

There's sudden, unbearable heat inside you as he abruptly climaxes. You cry out from the searing magic pumping against your cervix, grinding your hips down onto him. Still, too stimulated to care about anything other than him. "yeah, yeah," he almost whimpers, dropping his head to watch himself move in and out, pushing his seed as deep as it can go. "I'm gonna fill you up so much, Lil girl," he pants, "your mine, your gonna be fuckin' mine forever."

As you expected, he's nowhere near done. He pushes your legs up to your torso, deepening the thrust of his cock, bumping your cervix each time. A hand curls around your thigh to rub your lower stomach. "Mmm, Kōtarō," you whine, throwing your head back against the tree, following his eyes as he stares at your union, "I need more, feed my hungry pussy."

"ooh, sweetheart. your belly's gonna get," he pauses to strengthen the force of his cock impaling you, "so," another,"  fuckin'," and another, "BIG." He pushes himself against you, crushing you between his ribcage and the tree, as his teeth nip at your neck. All you can do is hang there in his arms, body not only enduring but reveling in the relentless onslaught of pleasure and pain. He rips an orgasm from you, and you scream out loud as your muscles pulse and dance around his cock, the intense release short-circuiting your brain until all you can say is Kōtarō.' "Good girl," he praises, "that's my good Lil (y/n). Ooh, oh fuck, I'm gonna pump you full of my pups, aah, so everyone knows yer mine. everyone will know who owns this pussy!"

After a few minutes of fucking you like that, he whimpers like a damn dog when he releases again, jet after jet of white creamy cum firing into your womb. There's so much; you can feel the liquid moving around inside you. He thrusts and mumbles incoherent things, grabbing your hips when he notices a few drops start to leak out, repositioning you so gravity assists in his endeavor to keep every bit inside. Exhausted, the hybrid drops to his knees, carefully bringing you along with him. He pants heavily, tongue hanging out, sweat pouring, eyes closed, a strained expression on his face. His cock remains inside, still throbbing, nowhere near satisfied yet. Opening one eye, he looks at you and starts laughing. "What," you ask, trying to catch your breath as you lean back against the tree. He gives you that stupid grin that you've come to love so much and says, "you're beautiful. I can't believe you actually exist and that you wanna be with me."

Your hands find his face, wiping away a trail of sweat. And you kiss him. It's soft, deep, and meaningful. A kiss that confesses all your feelings for him. All your love, desire, need. He whines and kisses back as best he can, moving his head and teeth along with you. It all instills new hunger in him, which you can feel through his cock drumming inside you. Pull away to laugh at him a bit; he's such a mess right now. He plants a sweet kiss on your forehead.

"I'm actually going to get pregnant," you say out loud, needing to hear it to solidify the fact, "I'm… I'm so happy! Thank you, Bo, for—…." You trail off when he growls menacingly, gritting his teeth and getting an aggressive look on his face. "rollover, hands, and knees," he commands, pulling you off him so you can do as he says. The soil is cold and coarse under your knees, but you're so high off his pheromones, orgasms, and seed, you don't even register it. Arch your back, pointing your ass at him invitingly, and he completely loses his shit.

Frothing and snorting like a beast, he mounts you, swollen member sheathing itself in one fluid motion. Arms encircle you to keep you in place, and his teeth sink into the skin of your shoulder, making you scream out in a mix of pain and pleasure. Growling into you, he fucks you like a dog, pistoning his cock in and out, in and out, all the way in, all the way out. You throw your head back against him and let your mouth hang open, tits bouncing with each movement, drool trailing down your chin. Fingers dig at the soil beneath, dirtying your fingernails, filling the groves of your skin. Bokuto laughs when you orgasm hard around his cock, teeth leaving your shoulder to carefully sink into the back of your neck. "sweeeeeetheeeaaart," he coos, "how many pups do you think I can fit in you?" You don't respond with anything other than stilted moans and your hips bucking back against him. Maybe four? fuck, you gonna be so big. so complete with my babies." He chuckles again, so turned on, his own words make him throb and spurt a heavy wave of cum inside you. Bokuto fucks you through his climax, pumping you full of seed, so much, it's, your stomach swells from the internal pressure.

You fall forward, ass still in the air, head resting on the grass as your lover's teeth leave you. He dips between your spread legs, tongue lapping at your pink, abused pussy. You whine and grind your hips back against him, the smell of blood and sex strong. good girl…" he mumbles into you, "lookit how full you are." His hand carefully rubs your distended tummy, and you look down to see it glowing, so much magic inside you that it illuminates through layers of fat and flesh. He rolls you over onto your back and lovingly starts redressing you, pulling your torn panties up, buttoning your pants, working your breasts back into your bra. His tongue cleans the bite wounds, and he feeds you a bite from a candy bar, healing you instantly.

You sit up, grumbling, feeling your stomach rumble from the amount of cum inside. Bokuto gives you that same silly grin, asking, "think ya can be a good Lil (Y/N) and keep all my seed inside you?" "Yes, Kōtarō," you purr, reaching to plant a kiss on his cute face. "You can call me daddy," he chuckles.

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more than a bet (cont. from a sweet bet)

anon: “ohmygod i loved that sub!jae work sm😭😭 would you be able to do more?? maybe with a soft femdom and whiny jae? its truly heartbreaking seeing the lack of sub!jae on here 😔” i’m glad you liked it!!!!! hope u like this one too <3 i might have made reader a bit of a mean dom i’m sorry ;;

ps was gonna make jae orgasm untouched but…. aha / you don't have to read the previous part to understand but anon is talking about this fic!

warnings/tags: pegging, bit of dacryphilia, handjob, sub!jaehyun, soft femdom!reader, brief face-sitting, brief cunnilingus

NSFW UNDER THE CUT, MINORS DNI!

“back for more already?” you laughed, eyeing the timid boy standing in front of you with fists clenched onto the straps of his book bag. his knuckles turn white from how tight he’s holding it and you don’t miss the nervous shifting he does with his feet.

all jaehyun lets out is a dreamy sigh, a ghost of a smile appearing on his lips as he ignores the calls of his friends a metre from him.

he’s tall, although all the male wants to do right now is turn to mush with the uncomfortable rub of his thighs against each other and the gaze you’re looking down at him with.

it’s no different when you have him in your bed later and in the palm of your hand, literally, as the other clutches onto the sheets with the same intensity earlier, the skin of his neck exposed from how far he’s dropped his head back in pleasure.

jaehyun’s dick leaks pre-cum like no other while his tip throbs red, begging to be touched impatiently by your rather patient hand. it stays at the base of his cock, squeezing and unsqueezing as the other’s whines reach your ears.

“(y-y/n)… hurts s’bad!” jaehyun groans, eyes which were scrunched tight opening as they plead with you. it was shameless in the way his legs were spread to accommodate you in between, with the occasional buck of his hips that made the rustling of sheets ever resonant in the room. he was at your mercy, from day one in the quiet classroom, and he was at your mercy, now, with mouth parted as delicious moans spilled from his lips.

“what does, baby?” you ask, knowing full well what he was hinting at before leaning down to place a harmless kiss on his tip. you relish in the way you make him feel, the gesture making his thighs almost close, something that he does out of habit if not for your hands holding them open.

“t-that! that hurts, (y/n)-ssi!” he chokes on the moan he lets out, twitching with sensitivity when you finally move your hand along his shaft, giving him what he wants. your hand moves easily with how much he’s leaking, the lewd noises increasing in volume as you increase your pace. you make sure to pump his full length, up, down, up, down, with his arousal providing for sufficient lube.

jaehyun lets out a sob, slapping a hand over his mouth as the knot in his stomach tightens and tightens, threatening to release at any moment with how good you’re making him feel. your lips feel dry with the desperation in his movements, sounds and noises alike bringing much wetness to your underwear. it’s not the priority on your mind for now, rather more fixated on helping jaehyun to his high.

“you wanna cum, hm?” you mocked with a grin, speeding up your hand while the other goes up to tweak at his nipples, rolling them in between your thumb and index as his moans become more prominent and frequent. there’s multiple affirmations spilling from his lips, yes, yes, yes, i wanna c-cum!

“go on, then, cum,” you prompt with a pant and it hits. it hits like truck as a sultry groan rips from his throat while you observe how his veins pop out in frustration and quads flex when the string snaps. jaehyun’s eager to get more pleasure as he jerks into your already moving hand.

there’s endless profanities mixed in with mewls as he spills all over your hand, white hot spurts of cum dripping from his tip and down the back of his hand. you so skillfully lick it up while it’s still wrapped around his cock, deliberately avoiding the shaft.

as jaehyun catches his breath, there’s a whispered question of do you think you’re ready? you don’t push it when he shakes his head, but you realise that you’re thankful. so so thankful he’s come back a second time for you to be able to see this again.

and again.

and again.

the next time, you’re lapping at his hole, prodding and teasing with your tongue while his face stays buried in his sheets. he’s struggling to keep a quiet front even when you slip a finger in, both from embarrassment and the family movie going on outside and sticks his ass up into your face achingly.

“that’s it, baby boy, relax for me. gotta prepare you for my cock, now, yeah?” you moan at how easy his hole is sucking in your finger, no doubt doing the same to your strap later on.

jaehyun watches in awe as you remove your outfit, eyes lingering on the obvious bulge sticking out of your underwear. his mouth hangs open, both in fear and excitement with you having worn the strap-on for the whole day of university, lips turning up at the mere thought of you ruining him in the next few minutes.

“whatcha smiling about?” you grinned, guiding his chest down onto the bed again as he mumbles with a whine, something that makes you freeze up in the midst of lubing your cock.

“just thinking of how dumb you’d fuck me, (y/n)-ssi.” you’re sure it’s the innocence laced within the voice, so pure, so needy, yet so dirty.

your breath is shaky as you ease the strap-on into him. every inch that disappears into him only make you groan in the sight, while the male bites down on a finger to prevent any noise. by then, you’re unable to keep a cap on your lust, snapping your hips to deliver a hard thrust that has jaehyun’s moans hitting the walls.

“you doing okay, honey?”

jaehyun only hums, a pleased smile spreading across his lips as he turns back to you with eyes that take your breath away. they’re dilated, tinted with something you never knew you could bring out of jaehyun.

as his back arches to get more of your cock, you have to swallow. it’s the only way to take your mind off the sweat glistening off his back and the tight grip his hand has on your thigh.

“’s so good, (y/n), ’s so so good- mmh!” he drawls out his speech while you continue to thrust in and out at his confirmation, losing just a bit of control with how smoothly your name rolls of his tongue.

your hips meet his ass continuously, feeling the burn of your thighs and the roughness of the sheets below you. there’s distant chatter outside the door, fortunate enough for jaehyun’s room to be at the end of a passageway and away from the living room.

“h-harder! faster, p..pleeease-!” he almost screams when your cock meets his prostate, mouth dropped at the immense pleasure and tongue lolling out.

tears lingered at the corners of jaehyun’s eyes, making you want to cum on the spot with the expression on his face. beautiful, beautiful, all spread out for me. it repeated like a mantra in your head.

jaehyun cries out when your hand wraps around his cock and he swears he sees heaven for a second with eyes rolling back. you’re stroking with fervour, matching the pace of your satisfying thrusts and the squelching sounds only contribute to the atmosphere, room smelling like sex and musk and desperation.

“c’mon, baby boy, cum on my cock. do your worst.”

and he really does.

“hhhn- cumming, cumming, so good- so full!” jaehyun whimpers into the sheets, just loud enough for you to hear when you’re hovering over his body. it’s the most the male’s cummed since the last time, white staining both the sheets below you and your hand while his body jerks at the intense orgasm.

you hum, easing out the strap that jaehyun moans at the emptiness. nevertheless, he relaxes when you place a kiss on his shoulder, still recovering from the hypnotising high.

“what about.. you… (y/n)-ssi?” he slurs, turning his head on the pillow so his eyes could see you in your glory.

“you’re tired, aren’t you? come, let’s rest up-“

“no…” jaehyun whines, and you’re so close to edge him again, “wanna eat you out, (y/n)…”

your lips can taste his cum when you bite a finger out of nervousness, hands fumbling to remove your strap almost immediately. you’re positively soaked when you touch yourself after, caving in to your desire when jaehyun drags you closer.

“just relax, (y/n). take your seat,” he’s still delirious, giggling when your surprise shows. and when you eventually do? it’s the best fucking seat that he offers, his mouth sucking on your clit as your legs tremble around his ears.

“you’re delicious, (y/n).”

it’s the best fucking seat and jaehyun’s glad to clean up after you, worshipping you at the foot of your throne adorned with gold and velvet that he always comes back to. it’s addicting, but how could he resist when you’re a queen that never stops giving?

[wornoutmouse]

May I request Ogun with a Black shy female reader doing a training session that leads to a little bit more 🙈

Anon please

You’re a second-generation pyrokinetic (Like Joker and Maki). Idk why but I made up in my head that you have flint-bottomed tap-dancing shoes that briefly light when you scrape your feet against the floor…..so that’s where you get your fire from 🤣🤣🤣

This one is a bit longer than normal cause i gotta build the tension

I am terrible at action scenes bruh

Chug- lift heels, slide forward, and then drop the heels at the end of the slide forwards

“Hey, Y/n!” You look up from the bland mashed potatoes and corn Company 5 had prepared. It was a hot Sunday morning and your partner in crime was as excited as ever. He stood a few feet away at the back entrance in the cafeteria. Cocking a thumb behind him, he dawns a toothy grin. “Want to play a quick game?” The game Ogun hinted at was one you were quite familiar with and one you should have known he would ask you to participate in today. “Fine, but don’t cry when I win.” You scoop another spoonful of corn before tossing your tray away for recycling. You’d need all your strength cause Ogun never lost without asking for back-to-back redos.

.You didn’t quite understand the need to be sweaty all the time, but always gave in to his whims

Ogun preferred to train in the field where the sun shined the most throughout the day at the far left of the Company. Often as you went on throughout your day-to-day training, you’d spot Ogun doing laps and practicing his attacks throughout the day.

“I’m feeling fired up today Y/n, you might want to be worried.” You close your eyes as you stretched an arm over your chest. You had yet to lose but you knew Ogun only saw that as a personal goal to get past. “Let’s get this over with, I’m tired.” The smell of smoke enters your nostrils giving you enough time to dodge Oguns boosted attack. “I told you about letting yourself known Mr. Montgomery.” You open your eyes, Oguns skin was lit ablaze with his pyrokinetic abilities.

From afar you’ve always admired the swirls that decorated his skin whenever you got amped up, and this time was no different. “I see you’re already using “Flaming Ink” what, you already scared?” Ogun widened his stance, glowing white eyes watching you shift your feet. “I’ve been working on a new move that I want to show you so why don’t you try your little fire trick.”

Curious, you scuff your shoe on the floor and draw your fire...only the fire doesn’t come. You do it again and the light goes out just as quick as it came. “What did you do?” You narrowed your eyes at Ogun. “Oh nothing, I’m just faster than you now.” You take a few steps back, “Oh that’s how you want to play it? Okay!” You take off running at the very edge of the field and Ogun is fast behind you. Internally you admit that he had gotten much faster, but a simple fact as that wasn’t going to make you lose.

Doing your best to maintain speed, you chug and draw the flames close to your chest out of Montgomery’s line of sight. It was small, mostly snuffed by the kick of your legs as you ran but it was big enough to get the job done. Similar to Ogun in his natural state, you too could throw projectiles just not as damage-inducing.

Turning around as you run, your eyes widen when Ogun appears just inches in front of you, “Surprise!” Your flame is snuffed and you tumble bringing Montgomery down with you. You prepare to feel your body be crushed by his muscled one but at the last minute your shoulders are grabbed and you flip again. The change in elevation causes you to lose a bit of focus, but you can still clearly feel Ogun cushion your fall.

“Oh wow, this looks like something out of an anime.” Ogun laughs when he finds himself lying flat on his back, you positioned comfortably on top of him. The position was completely ridiculous with your thighs straddling his stomach but you were thankful that you wouldn’t be in any sort of pain later.

“Looks like I’ll need to train harder huh?” You playfully punch Ogun’s shoulder. Even though the whole ordeal only lasted 6 minutes, you could feel your back drenched with sweat. While you couldn’t wait to get in the shower, Ogun seemed content with being in a salty state. “You’re dripping all over me you know?” Your head immediately snapped down to look at Ogun with wide eyes, “Excuse me?”

Ogun had a neutral look on his face not hinting at any humor behind his words. “You’re sweating really bad. Did little ole me get you all worked up?” He had to be teasing you at this point, but you couldn’t find a single crack in his facade. “Yeah well, maybe if you didn’t choose this big ass field with no trees I wouldn’t be 2 seconds from passing out.” You stand up, a bit wobbly, and help him up. “I’m going to go shower, you can stay out here if you want to.”

Ogun happily joins you on the way to the showers. You could hear his excitement from finally beating you. “Don’t get cocky, it was a one-time occurrence Ogun.” An arm is slung over your shoulder. In a smug tone, Ogun mocks you, “Don’t be mad cause you lost. You’ve had enough time to be cocky on your own terms.” You gasp mockingly before turning your head to spit back a remark but lose your breath from how close his face is to yours. At such close proximity, you become aware of small details. How his skin shinned in the sunlight, how Oguns eyes contained such a very specific hue of orange that they mimicked the fire of Sol almost precisely. You even wouldn’t be surprised if they would burn to the touch.

“What’s the matter, got nothing to say?” Out of instinct, you shove his head away with so much force he goes flying before landing on his ass. Before any questions are asked you deflect, “Gross I got your B.O all on my shoulders.” From behind Ogun scoffs, “How dare you, any other fine lady would be blessed to be near my manly musk.” Stifling a laugh you utter one final tease before slipping into the girl’s shower, “Yeah, manly must.”

It was endless labor as your captain followed you around, blowing that damn whistle. Given laundry duty, you had to take multiple shifts back and forth throughout each level of the building to collect everyone’s clothing. When you came across Ogun’s level your job was hindered as you were forced to wait as he sifts through his piles of dirty laundry, “Trush me Y/n, there’s a shirt that I accidentally put in here but it’s actually clean.” “Ogun if it’s in the dirty clothes then it’s dirty.” You try to haul his stuff out but he stops you. “I swear if you don’t move I’ll burn your stuff.”

Ogun chuckles, “You burn my clothes and it’ll catch your clothing as well.” Ogun reaches inside the pile you held pulling out a blank white T-shirt that looked annoyingly similar to the 12 other T-shirts you had watched him toss to the side. “Unless of course, you’re trying to go streaking which by all means I encourage you to.” You ignore his joke and pretend it doesn’t strike a certain feeling in your gut.

For your next task, you had to prepare different levels of activities for a group of 5th graders coming to the company the next day. Of course, Ogun would be assigned to the same task as well so while you worked diligently to bring equipment from the storage room, Ogun spent his time using each of the items incorrectly. “Please stop bouncing the footballs with the tennis racket before you get hurt.” Ogun ignored you as he dribbled with the racket. “Don’t be mad cause you’re not as creative as me.”

Well, as you predicted Ogun ends up getting punted in the face when he tries to toss the football in the hoop. Even though the sound it made on impact was loud and hollow, Ogun barely flinches when it ricochets. “Wow you seem pretty experienced with getting hit in the face with balls, you barely moved.” Ogun glared as he watched you pick up the football. Absentmindedly you spin the football as you speak, “You know if I didn’t know any bet-” Your speech is gargled when your mouth becomes stuffed.

While you weren’t watching Ogun through a basketball at your hand making you push the end of the football in your mouth. “Wow you seem pretty experienced with balls in your mouth, you gotta show me some time.” You cradle your mouth, it throbbed with dull pain and resentment filled your mind. “I’m sure it’ll be easy, there aren’t going to be too many inches stopping me.”

At this point, both your nerves are on high alert, and the energy in the air shifts from playful to angry. “Oh yeah?” Ogun walks slowly and calmly towards you, raising a brow when you stumble back yet still maintain your glare. The hand cradling your jaw is held tightly in his grasp, “Would you like to try?” The dare only eggs you on, “You won’t last a second.” The faint twitch of his temple lets you know you hit a nerve.

*Wheeeeze*

Both you and Ogun’s heads snap to the left. Pan stood at the gym doorway arms waving and whistle blowing, a clear attempt at reprimanding your laziness. The playful aura comes back and you and Ogun are subjected to extra work for your negligence. “This is your fault you know.” he shoots back, “I don’t want to hear it Montgomery.”

Ogun walked down the hallway in search of a new victim to torture, so it was only pure convenience when he stumbled near your living quarters and caught you just before you walked inside. “Y/n! You were absent for dinner.” You take one look at him before dashing into your room. All you wanted was to sleep, training with Ogun, and then having to complete your own set of chores plus extra was tiering. So seeing Ogun wandering out and about during the late hours only met trouble.

You jolt from your train of thought as your door is banged on. “Go away Montgomery, I’m trying to sleep.” Ogun whined, “Well you weren’t trying too hard cause you weren’t in your room yet, now let me in.” You kicked the door back, “No, now go away!”

No sound is heard, not even a shuffle. Sighing you walk towards your bed with a content smile, you’d apologize to him later but now it was your time for rest. Heavy wind billowed through your opened window making you shiver as the curtains tickle your skin. The sharp coolness made your teeth rattle but it was just the right amount of cool you needed in order to head off quickly to dream land. Turning the dial of your lamp, your room is shrouded in darkness and you climb underneath the covers. Nothing could stop the relaxation you were about to receive…….nothing but the feeling of “something ain’t right.”

Opening your eyes and expecting the worse, you are then greeted with the worst as the same fiery eyes you admired hours before, hovered above your face. “You should really close your window.” You scream and throw a punch in Oguns direction but it is in vain as he catches it and pins it down. “I should really get you back for doing that earlier.” Ogun doesn’t make any move to let you go or even speak again. “How the hell did you get there so fast?” You are unable to look away from his eyes, nothing else would have mattered anyway.

More wind blows through your curtains. “I told you I’ve gotten faster.” You can feel his breath caressing your cheek the closer he gets to your face. The hand wrapped around your wrist tightens despite your body being slackened. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah”

No one knows who moved first. All you know is that your pajamas were being ripped off of your body as Ogun aggressively devoured your lips. Tossing everything to the ground, Ogun sits above you, with his shirt was off, you are given the liberty to admire his chiseled body. Ogun makes quick work with fingering you open, watching with a toothy grin as your chest shakes and your breath stutters. “Not talking much now are you?” He doesn’t care if you respond, all he cares about is wearing you down. You pull him closer, nails dragging down his back, as your orgasm overwhelms you. “Ogun!” Your legs are hiked up and over his shoulders as he positions below you.

“Good job, I don’t want to hear anything else but my name.” The stretch was burning and filled you tightly. “How many inches you think that is?” You weakly slap Ogun’s arm as he weakly ruts into you before pulling out completely, “S-Stop making fun of me.” “ Aww, but it’s fun!” Ogun is slow and precise as he mashes his hips forward. There is no hesitation and the pace stays at a fluid toe-curling pressure. “You’re so silent now Y/n. Tell me, how does it feel, huh?” Your back raises from off the bed, “It...good-I oh god!”

The simple fact that you couldn’t speak sent tremors to Oguns cock. He wanted to tease you more, make you break. Your pussy was wet and sopping for him and not even Sol could make him stop fucking you, not when you looked so beautiful underneath him. But a mischievous streak doesn’t go away that easy.

Leaning back on his haunches, you are put back on top of Ogun, the same position you were in when on the feild. He doesn’t move and just looks at you, “What are, what are you doing?” You try to bounce but he holds you down making you pulse around him. “Please let me move.” But he doesn’t, the only movement you get is when you’re held down harder on his cock. “How many inches Y/n?” You shrug, “I don’t freaking know like 5 or something!?” You just wanted to cum not answer a random questionnaire.

Ogun uses his strength to lift you up and slam you back down. “Wrong, try again.” It takes a moment for you to catch the breath that got knocked out at the second stroke. “Do you really want me to stroke your stupid ego, fine 8inches!” You are slammed down again and this time it hits a special spot just short of your G. “Wrong again, don’t be a smart ass Y/n” He rubbed your side. “Come on, play my game for a little bit, don’t you want to cum on my dick?” Oguns hands squeeze your breasts, thumbs rotating the dark circles of your areolas leaving your nipples to tingle in need.

“Si-Six damn it! It has to be like 6.” your answer is mumbled but is loud enough to satisfy Ogun. As if you weighed nothing less than a piece of paper, Ogun uses his thighs to bounce you on his cock. Your chest bounces in his face taking his immature mind to cloud nine. He could feel the tell tell sign of his own orgasms cumming, as your ass slammed down on his shaft. “Stop squeezing down so damn hard!”

Being the person you are, you don’t listen even after you feel Ogun spill inside of you. “Oh fuck!” You rearrange your own legs and start bouncing at your own pace. The tight grip on your waist means nothing as you chase your second cumming. “Hurry up you little shit my balls are burning!” Ogun tossed his head back as his mouth releases cracked moans. His cock continued to twitch as it became softer but still stimulated. Soon, Ogun couldn’t take the stimuli anymore and pushes you down on the bed. The feeling of his fingers thrusting in and out of your pussy was a little less satisfying than his cock but you cream around it just as easily.

You lay down giggling while Ogun goes in and out of sleep. “I was right, you didn’t last a second.” “Shut the hell up, you’re like a vice.” Your sweaty state somehow doesn’t bother you as you rest in the afterglow. Your blinds continue to shimmer as the wind continues to blow. “Five and a half.” The numbers mean nothing to your muddled brain, “What?” Ogun looks at you, “5 and a half inches is the correct answer but I appreciate the 6.”

Suddenly the glow was no longer worth it.

[tparker48]

Request for Preyslavee

It was about was about an hour after the game as Jordan returned home for a break. Getting out and into the house, he took off his clothes as he walked around the house. Casually walking around as he scratched your bulge from under his crotch. "Really should've thought that of the circumstances before you made a bet against me runt. You know i never lose a game. Can't turn back now" he made his way to the living room as he crashed down onto the sofa. He soon reached inside his briefs as hed plucked around your form. Making sure to surely drag you along his balls as were pulled out.

His shaft would pulse against you as the sack began to fold over you. Its built up sweat soaking into you as the my stopped your path. It took a few tugs, but eventually the folds rolled off you as the cool warm air met your body. Followed by Jordan's nose as it puffs of air ruffled your hair. "Starting to smell like me huh? Good, makes good preperations for our deal. First thing's first.." He lifted you up slightly as he hovered some deodorant in front of you. "You've got pits to tend to. Do a decent job and I might regrow you to your normal size".

"Simple enough" you though to yourself. You made your way over to it as you attempted to grab the side. "Ah ah, i don't think so. You're not tending to them that way" you feel his fingers wrap around you as before your front made contact with the fresh scented surface. You feel your clothes wrinkle as Jordan rubbed you in place over the deodorant as he made sure your body touched every corner of it before lifting you upwards. A little dazed from all the turning, you vision would soon return just in time see the trimmed hair of the underside of his arm. Even with the fresh scent covering, the odor surround the arm pit would begin to overpower it as your form drew closer.

"I'd hold that breath of your if I were you" you hear from above. Your arms were the first to make contact with the pit as they slicked to the side. Leaving partial room as you face collided into the soft skin. The pit would soon begin to cave around you as the fuzzes surface would sandwich your form. Jordan would rotate his shoulder clockwise as the pit inside was still slightly sweaty. Even with the firm pressure inside, your body would move along with his shoulder as the rush of musk filled your nose. Your tried to hold on against the trimmed haired of the pit, but even they would move in place as they slipped through your grasp. It was about 2 minutes as you endured the firm pressure before you were let out. You gave out a sigh of relief as you took in the fresh air, but it soon was short lived as Jordan lifted the other arm and stuffed you between it. Your muffles escaping from arm as he looked at it with a smile.

A couple more minutes went by, before he finally let up. Your face drenched in musk as the your clothes were now damp. You soon looked uo at Jordan as he gave hit pits a firm sniff. "Well, you can't do pit duty for crap. Perhaps another debt is in order. Ass duty" Jordan pulled down the back of his shorts as his ass rounded themselves past the band. Holding you vertically, he firmly began to slide you between them as the heat from between them fumed as air smelled of hot gas. You could help but extend your to their sides as the your holds slid across the inner walls of his ass. As you slid deeper in between, your nose would began to poke into his ass as it slid to the center of his hole. As it brushed along its center, was only then that Jordan stopped pressing and soon sat his entire weight on you. Your head would sink between the ring as you muffled between them. Ut would vibrate the clenching hole of jardan's, but you would only receive a vibrating chuckle in response.

"I've got an itch back there that's been driving me crazy since i left the game. Your gonna tend to it while i make my protein shake" you heard a sudden popping sound from above as Jordan began making his drink. The weight applying mire ontop of you as the hole sinked deeper along your sides. The scent from inside would get stronger as your nose seeped past the rings, but your nostrils still between them as they clenched around it. The sweat from his ss would begin to soak into your clothes as the heat would get stronger.

The sound of shaking from your muffled ears as Jordan shook his protein shake. The hole reacting with the amount of shaking as it sinked deeper. It was getting a little cramped as it started morphing around your head, but the more your pulled against it the hole pull back with equal force. You soon feel the hole overlap your head as it slipped past the ring. The sweat built leaked from all around the muscular walls as you yelled for him to let you up. You'd only hear of him shaking his protein shake as he continued.

Jordan did feel the slight change in pressure as he focused on your form. Moving a finger passed his shorts, he massaged a finger across his hole as he felt for your face. But he couldn't find it, all he found was your neck as he followed along its lengths. Patting around the hole, he gave a smile as he gave out a satifying clench from his hole. "Heh, always thought you'd make a good plug, guess i was right" he rubbed along your neck as he continued shaking his protein shake. This time putting in a lot more force as your head moved along his sweet spots.

Almost 10 minutes past as you stared inside the endless abyss of his hole before the sound of shaking stopped. You soon feel a tug at you legs before you feel yourself being pulled back out. But even then, the hole wouldn't let up, as it pucker in place. It took a couple of tugs, but the last would make progress as your chin was finally visible. Followed by the rest of your. Head as it was squeezed out with a sudden squelch. You were pulled between his cheeks once more, this time your front rubbing along its length before you were pulled out.

"Not bad, bot bad at all. Guess ass duty proved useful. Now i think its time you've had a break" he smirked as he tossed you into the air. Your vision constantly turning before submerged into a goopy surface. As you reached the surface, the walls were encircled around you as Jordan's lips planted on the edge. The sound of slurping following behind it as your body rushed towards it in a wave. Your gaze would soon go dark as you disappeared behind the lips as the sound of liquid echoed around you.

Jordan, would seal his lips shut as he sloshed his tongue around you. Giving firm circle around your body before chuckling again as it rosed it over you and splashed it ontop of you. He tiled his head back as he opened his mouth back up. Gurgling the liquid inside as you rumbled and flowed into you. With a firm gulp, he you and the liquid would decend into his throat as you traveled down for few seconds.

As you landed in his stomach, the flow of the protein would descend into the cramped chamber as you yelled and pounded at the door. "Hey, you can't do this! What about our deal?! You promised to unshrink when we were done".

"Yeah about that shrimp" he said as he belched "you're just too good not to keep. Your pathetic muffles, you sorry self inside my hole. And now, all nice and compacted in my stomach. You were mine the second you wanted that bet"

"What?!"

"Don't worry, I'll let you out...right after this skrimmage match. Coach wants me back at the court" Jordan would begin to walk out the door as he focused on the sloshing going on.

"Hey! No! Let me out of here you cheat!" You pounded at the bellied wall, but only received a firm pound from the outside as you splashed back into the proteined goop inside.

"Pipe down snack, its game time" he gave out repeated pounds into his belly as he listend to the gurgle going on inside. "That's more like it, oh its gonna be a blast when we return. For now, sit with the rest of the protein.

[idesofrevolution]

Here y’all go. Hope you like it.

Look at him, isn’t he adorable? I’d been watching him and his college friends playing ball every Saturday from my balcony. Each time, I’m hearing him talk about “slamming pussy” and “playin’ the game” as if he knows what that means. Jock boys always think the world of themselves, and sometimes for good reason. Every now and again, I look back on my own days at that age, fondly remembering all the bullshit trouble got myself into. I’m telling you- once you hit a certain age, you just want to relive those debaucherous days again; and hearing this little shit wasting those years degrading the ladies... I knew I could do so much better with his assets.

So into my mind popped a little idea. We’re living in a world of infinite possibilities, and using a few tricks and a whole lot of ingenuity you can really access some more unattainable goals. For instance, knowing the local voodoo priestess can be an invaluable advantage. Miss Marie had lived across the hall for as long as anyone could remember, and she had the respect and fear of everyone she met. So for a few hundred dollars and debt or two to her, she gave me a little gris gris which she insinuated could help little old me up my game. 

With bag in hand, I had to make my move. That Saturday I watched with bated breath as the boys were shooting hoops and talking shit until the sun went down. When the streetlamps went on, one by one they departed and left the ladykiller waiting on his Uber. As he sat there flipping through Tinder on his phone, I whispered the incantation that Miss Marie had taught me. Three times I repeated it, never once breaking my gaze on him. Upon the fourth recitation, I saw him suddenly throw his phone on the ground in rage. He tossed the basketball across the street and started to pace back and forth. Calling down to him, I “checked in on him.”

“Hey! You alright?” He looked up to my balcony and grimaced. 

“Shut the fuck up ya fruity bitch! Phone’s dead that’s all! Mind your business!” I chuckled and leaned against the railing, watching my hateful prey unknowingly within my clutches. Thinking his Uber was on it’s way, he sat down on the curb and pouted to himself. Five minutes turned to forty minutes and with his ride nowhere in sight, he played right into my hand. “Ay! Fag! Got a charger or somethin?” A smirk crawled across my face and I waved him over to my building and buzzed him up.

Now truth be told, I had no idea what to expect. Marie didn’t exactly explain how the gris gris would work, nor did she break down how to initiate the plan. So when he knocked on my door, I’d be lying if I said I was entirely understanding of what I was doing. I swung the heavy old door open and there he stood. Glistening with sweat and a scowl on his pretty boy face with his beat up skateboard in tow. 

“So where’s the charger?” He looked me up and down, disapprovingly looking at my big belly and old biker tattoo sleeves. Back in the day, I rode with my crew from coast to coast, fuckin’ every stud, twink, and bear that came my way. But the years hadn’t been too kind to me, and from the look on his face he sure didn’t see me the way that those boys back then did. Convincing myself to swallow my pride, I tossed him an iPhone charger and pointed him to the living room outlet. Plugging it in, he plopped down on my couch, and completely ignored my existence. Muttering under his breath, I could tell his Uber had cancelled.

“You can stay here until your car gets here.” I leaned against the hallway arch, taking in his steaming muscles. He clearly worked out in addition to all the days and hours of basketball. And damn... did he smell like hours of and hours of basketball. It was my favorite scent- raw testosterone, absolute masculinity, untempered musk; and his was STRONG.

“Bet your ass I’m getting the fuck out of your creepin’ ass house when this car gets here.” He thought he was so hood, so badass. He had no clue. Soon, though, he’d learn how to be a real man. Soon he’d be more than just a basic pretty boy frat kid. He started coughing gently, trying to hide it behind his phone screen, but the coughs grew louder and heavier. “Yo, get me some water!” I smiled.

“Get it yourself, bitch.” He whipped his head in my direction and tried to jump up, but realized he could barely move. It was as if he had no breath. “Oh, you’re feelin weak, huh? Why don’t you call your friends and they can come pick you up.” He tried to reach for his phone, but his arm had all but given out. Panic set in behind his cruel, mean spirited eyes and for the first time I saw him for who he really was behind the muscles, good lucks, and put on swagger: a little homophobic bitch who was in over his head. I walked over to him and plopped down on the couch next to him. His smell was strong and virile, full of youthful pheromones that he knew were a gift straight from God. I tested the waters and lifted his limp arm, exposing his wet pits. Assaulted, I tell you, I was assaulted by the sharp fragrance that poured from the hairy confines. He could do no more than a whiny whimper as I buried my nose and tongue into his armpit. 

“Well, fuck, kid. It’s been a fuckin’ bitch knowing you. But it’s gonna be one hell of a good time bein’ you.” I saw the last of his pathetic consciousness fade away. Where it went I neither knew nor cared; all that was left was his empty, hollow husk. Curious, I brought my fingers to his plump lips and pried. A sound I can only describe as stretching elastic rang through the room as I pulled and pulled. Looking inside, he was hollow, albeit padded with slick flesh that outlined his impressive musculature. Letting go, his face snapped back to normal. He was ready.

I eagerly stripped, thinking of all the adventures I could relive from within him; thinking of the numerous opportunities that I could snatch with his glorious body and my confident mind. Laying him down, I stuck my toe into his mouth and pushed. After a few thrusts downward, my foot slid down his throat. It took a solid minute for me to weasel my second foot into the tight confines of his slimy mouth and down his throat, but they were soon both slipping down his torso, through his muscled legs and landing in his tight feet. I was several sizes larger than he, so his tiny size 7s felt like a pair of tiny, wet rubber socks to my size 13s. Yet, after a little adjusting, they looked amazing at my size. I brought one to my face, pressing the damp soles on my nose, taking in the salty, rank funk that emanated from between his toes. I stood up, his mouth around my ankles making my a little wobbly. I grabbed his waist and pulled up, watching his legs slip over mine. The sheer size of my pudgy calves and thighs seemed to be suctioned into his, adding my mass to his musculature. He would be so much better at my 6′2 than his 5′9.

After a hefty tug, my bloated ass was sucked into his, tightening and firming into an ass any stud would kill to plow, and anyone would kill to plunge their tongue into. Sauntering over to my mirror, I saw a toned, gorgeous lower half, with my tubby top pouring over our waist. My cock was pressed tightly against my groin, since I’d forgotten to slip it into his when my ass was... compacted. I stuck my meaty hands beneath our skin and tried to grab my shaft, leading it towards his. The kid wasn’t packin’ anything impressive. I guess his ladies didn’t have high standards for dick. But I’ll tell you when my thick rod was slurped into his, it was like I was thrusting inside the tightest fleshjack I’ve ever used. Looking down, I smiled at a girthy, 10 inch, uncut fuckstick. I swiped my finger underneath my new foreskin and took a deep sniff. Fuck. Yes. It was unreal. The cocksmell was so strong yet so addictive, it was as if it was dripping manliness in odorous form. 

I knew that there was building pressure from within, and that the midsection would be the hardest thrust. So, I readied myself. Getting my footing underneath, I took a deep breath and held it in. With as much strength as I could muster, I tugged upward and my bulging belly was gulped into his skin with a loud “shlorp.” This took my body a moment to adjust, with a hefty beer gut protruding from my stomach, but after a deep belch, a set of washboard abs was there before me. To my surprise, and glee, some of my tattoos had transferred to my new skin, which gave me hope for the sleeves I’d grown to love.

Speaking of which, it was time for me to thrust my arms into his, which seemed entirely easier than my stomach. I slipped on his arms like gloves, the sensation of touch returning to my fingertips as they slipped into his. Looking at the mirror, it seemed only a fraction of my sleeve transferred over. Oh well, better than nothing! His shoulders snapped over mine, and I stood there in all my nude glory- with his jaw around my throat. I was ready. I was so ready to begin anew. I grabbed the jaw, matching his bottom lip to mine, and pulled his face over mine like a silicone mask. It suctioned to my head and within seconds I opened my eyes to a new man. 

I was incredible. My face was an amalgamation of both our likenesses, the best of both worlds. I winked at my new self, testing out my old cocky smoulder. I still got it, and hell, I would be using it a whole fuckin’ lot. A knock on the door woke me from my eyefucking and walked over to the door. Opening it, there stood Marie. She looked me up and down and rolled her eyes.

“Well, well, well. Look who’s a bonafide stud once again.” I smirked, and let her in. “Phew... Boy you’re fragrant. But then again, I’m sure the boys you fuck are into that sort of thing huh?” Smiling, I lifted my arms, and took in my scent. Better than poppers. “Now, let’s get down to business, shall we? You agreed to the terms, now it’s time to pay up.” I plopped down on the couch, preparing to hear the terms of my debt.

“What you need, baby?” She grabbed me by the cheeks, looking her straight in the eye. All color must’ve flooded from my face.

“Your big blue eyes aren’t gonna get you anywhere with me, son. You are to do as I say, do you hear me?” I nodded silently. “I need followers, boy. Followers. Those who are willing to do what I need done, and in exchange... I’ll add them to your little crew. When I tell you to get something done, I need it done, you hear me?” I nod. “Now when I say go get some more boys, ma cher, you understand what I’m saying, yeah?” I smile as she lets go of my cheeks. “Enjoy your immortality, baby. I’ll be in touch.” With that, she tosses me some clothes as she walks out my door.

It’s been three weeks since that day, and the old man in the flat is nowhere to be seen. His ‘son’ Sebastian has since taken over the lease, and become something of a staple in the community. Always makin the ladies swoon, and the guys drip. Always there to end a fight with a swift K.O. to the chin. Always happy to help a down-on-their-luck neighbor. But most importantly, always looking for new people call ‘family.’

WELP. Introducing a potentially new recurring character: Sebastian the Voodoo King. Let me know what you think of him through asks, and what you’d like to see him to HERE. Have a dope day, kids. Hope this is everything y’all wanted.