#Little do they know...I care about them so much that Im on my knees writhing in agony

[aesopsbaby]

I like to think I'm normal

[the-californicationist]

I don't know if your like closed on the requests so sorry if it's closed I don't know!!

Anyways my birthday is tmrw (the 9th of February-im turning 21!!) And I want to know if you can make me like a birthday smut story on like soap ghost and price (maybe Konig if you want!) Different POVs on what they would get me- please!!! -🐼

Not closed! Just fighting the world's worst writer's block T_T

But! I'd love to celebrate your birthday! Here's what I think the boys would get you (NSFW/MDNI18+):

Ghost is definitely getting you food. He's taking you to all your favorites spots for breakfast, lunch, AND dinner. He stops for snacks, gets you practically stuffed to the gills so you're nice and sleepy from being so full.

"Wanna lay down for a bit of a rest, sweet girl? Had a long day, didn't ya?"

You nod, curling up with him on his big sofa. He covers you up with a blanket and you drift off to sleep. Only... when you wake up later, you feel... hands...

"Si... ?" You call out to him, opening your eyes slowly.

When you look up, he's staring right at you. You've been stripped down to your bra and panties, and he's using his fingers to lightly play at the elastic edge of your lace bottoms, tickling you ever so gently.

"Are you still full, baby? 'Cause I'm ready to feed you something else."

Price is more traditional. He gets you a nice card, two dozen roses, and a pretty necklace. A choker. You don't notice at first, but it's not just a choker after all; it's a collar. The little gold bell tinkles as he loops it around your neck, and he fastens it just tight enough to let you feel it, but not too much.

Later, when you're on your knees, thanking him for his gift, he uses it to pull you down just a little further, inch by inch, training you how to swallow his cock deeper into your mouth.

The collar tightens then, pushed from the inside as his girth stretches down your tongue and into your throat.

"Poor little pet," he purrs darkly down at you, "Did you forget about your birthday spankings? You're getting better at your training, so I'll take care of that arse for you, don't you worry."

Soap buys you skydiving lessons. It's your first time, but he's a certified instructor. So, he gets to be strapped behind you. As you board the plane, he fastens you to him, claiming he needs to go ahead and get you into position - just in case.

You are sitting on his lap, positioned between his knees, feeling his cock as it grows along your lower back, hardening to an impossible length.

He unzips your flight suit just enough to play with your soft nipples, pinching them to make you squirm against him, using your writhing body to rub his cock.

"Tha's it, hen," he teases you, "Gotta work out all that nervous energy, hm?"

He can't get to your soaking core through the one-piece suit, but he palms your pussy on the outside, pressing the fabric into your clit, rubbing you until you're practically humping his dick through your clothes.

"Fuck, lass. You're gonna make me come if you cannae sit still. Be a good girl for me until we jump."

The jump is exhilarating, and you actually feel like you're gliding back down to earth. You had no idea the parachute would be so quiet and relaxing compared to the loud plane.

Now that you're safely floating, he unzips your flight suit a little further and frees your breasts, letting them out into the open air. He told you that you couldn't take your hands off of the parachute straps, so all you can do is surrender to his desires.

As he plays with your hardening nipples, licking his fingers to make them slippery wet, you can feel him humping his cock against your ass, getting himself off on you. He's pressing his hand so hard between your legs, he's practically fingering your panties into you, dragging your body backwards with each thrust to pleasure himself.

"Fuckin' hell, lass. Such a good girl for me. Tha's it, hold those straps tight. I'm so close. So bloody close."

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Hope this was what you wanted for your birthday!! <3 <3

[yanderu-deredere]

hey so weird question: how would your ocs react to a darling that's inexperienced or clumsy when it comes to sex? are there any of them that would prefer it that way?

a/n: thank you so much for the request! i put it under a read more cus it's explicit but i hope you enjoy! i did the top three of my ocs that would enjoy an inexperienced/clumsy darling most

warning: there's no mention of reader having a penis but there's several mentions of reader having an 'entrance' (could be an asshole?), gender neutral pronouns for reader

liam anthony arieh ★ profile

fattest corruption kink in the world

absolutely prefers a darling who doesn't know what the fuck they're doing; the more innocent and clueless, the better

he's never really put stock in the human made concept of virginity. he thinks its a bunch of crock bullshit and he's had partners before that had a body count a mile long

but goddamn theres just something about you

the way you fumble around, looking at him for guidance, for instruction? he's got him chubbing up forreal

"L-Liam."

Instead of looking up, he only chuckles, large calloused palms forcing your legs further apart. In front of him, your entrance drooled, making his mouth water and his dick hard.

"You said you wanted to be good for me, right?" He muttered, pressing his cheek against your soft thigh while one of his hands moved forward.

Gently, his middle finger teased your entrance, trying to sink into it. As an automatic response, your knee jumped in surprise. Of course, since his head was right there, your leg made contact with his glasses, almost pushing them out of place.

The way you were so nervous and panicked made him laugh. You reminded him of a jittery little doe.

Liam pressed a kiss against your thigh. Though, as his lips lingered, the kiss slowly turned into a little bite that left a noticeable hickey.

"Calm down, angel, don't worry." He tried to soothe you, his finger sinking deeper and deeper into you, the pad of it pressing against something inside of you that made you writhe.

"I'll take good good care of you."

fujio watanabe ★ profile

defo prefers an inexperienced darling but not for any other reason than he's a possessive bastard lol

basically, he wants to teach you how to make him feel good from the ground up

the thought of his darling not knowing how to fuck anyone else but him? the thought of his darling, completely at his beck and call, following his orders and only his orders?

makes im mad hard for sure

also it makes you easier to manipulate in a way? he wants to teach you thinks most people find kinky and have you believe that it's normal basically

"Oh, that's it, baby." Fujio threw his head back, his hand twitching at the nape of your neck.

All he wanted to do was fuck into your mouth; he wanted to grab you, push you into his groin, bury your face into his pelvis, have his cock hit the back of your throat.

He stopped himself, of course. It's the first blow job you've ever given and he wasn't going to throw you into the deep end.

It was so obvious it was your first time too. He could feel your teeth brushing against the skin of his dick and the way you kept gagging and desperately swallowing was obviously amateur.

He wasn't complaining though. The way you looked up at him, lips stretched around his thick girth, tears clinging to your eyelashes, your hair pulled back by his fist.

It was enough to seriously make him bust. You were going to be the literaly death of him.

eun-jeong yoo ★ profile

definitely the caregiver type; he likes taking care of and guiding people

he doesn't prefer an inexperienced darling but he definitely would be one of the people that would enjoy it the most

he's very switchy in that like he can be a dom or a sub but when paired with a darling that doesn't really know what they're doing, he's full dom all the time

he's not at all a hard dom either

literally super soft and gentle, moving your hands where they need to go, showing you exactly how to make both you and him feel good, etc

usually, he's not really a very straight forward person but with a darling like this, he doesn't want to beat around the bush so he's very frank

Eun-jeong felt your fingers slowly, hesitantly, close around his cock, your big curious eyes peering up at him through your eyelashes.

He wanted to throw his head back, wanted to buck his hips up, wanted to groan and cum right then and there; he couldn't find it in himself to, though.

You mesmerised him and he couldn't look away. You looked so soft, so innocent, waiting for his words, hanging on to his every instruction.

"Just grip it a bit tighter, puppy." His gloved hand brushes against your wrist, not really holding it but definitely pushing it closer.

When your fist did tense up a bit, a low groan left Eun-jeong's lips. He couldn't stop himself from lifting up a bit, cock thrusting up and down before stopping completely.

You were holding him a bit too tightly but, for some reason (maybe it was how you looked or the fact that it was you), it made him want to shoot his load.

"That's it, puppy." He slurred out when he decided against telling you to lighten up "Just like that, move it up and down like that."

You nod, your big pretty eyes flickering from his cock to his face, back and forth. You seemed just as enraptured by him as he was by you which, honestly, had his heart fluttering.

"Just a little bit more and th-then I'll-- I'll let you cum, okay? I'll show you how to make yourself feel good, I promise..."

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

Lmfaoooo that ask ab sugu opening jars n stuff for u made me think. imagine sugu dating someone that was the eldest child™️ . Like someone that’s just so used to doing things for themselves and not asking for help with anything. He walks in on u cooking something for urself?? Drops to his knees clutching his heart as if you’ve fatally wounded him. Sees you washing the dishes or doing chores??? You’re literally about to give him a heart attack. Witnesses you overworking yourself (especially if it’s for the sake of other people)?? Is genuinely, wholly, absolutely horrified. The walls are caving in. He’s hearing colours. He’s shaking and writhing around on the floor like a little worm having a seizure. He can’t even breathe what on earth is he to do… 💔💔— stsg anon >:)

STSG ANON MY BELOVED HI HELLO <3333

THIS ONE …………… i cant breathe . IM BEING FED TOO WELL IM COLLAPSING IM CLUTCHING MY CHEST SUGU STYLE….

NO BC STSG ANON. ur MIND. sugu x eldest child…. sugu x eldest child……. the POTENTIAL here. god im losing it I AM KISSING UR BRAIN MWAH MWAH….. we need to talk abt this we neeeeed to acknowledge how perfect this is literally WHAT

ohhhh my god. the way he would be so………… offended and doting and worried. like. i think that his mother instincts would JUMP out w an s/o like this because he’s just ?!???? you’re just so used to managing on your own and it kinda breaks his heart i think :((( and he’s literally exactly the same way LMAOO it’s just one eldest child + one neglected only child trying to take care of the other because being on the receiving end w/o giving something back makes them wildly uncomfortable 😭😭

AND STSG ANON I LAUGHED OUT LOUD READING UR ASK he would be soooo horrified so flabbergasted…… “drops to his knees clutching his heart as if you’ve fatally wounded him” PHDJDHDH HE WOULDDD HE WOULD!!! god FORBID you cook for yourself while he’s in the house smh smh… he would genuinely get offended like do you suddenly not like his cooking???? are you tired of it???

he starts spiralling a little LMAO but no you just dont want him too spend too much time on you….. :(( and THAT reallllyy offends him like. ohhh this is such a tasty concept i cant think. u always do this stsg anon </3 but eldest child x sugu rlly is the most bigbrained thought EVER

“the walls are caving in. he’s hearing colours. he’s shaking and writhing around on the floor like a little worm having a seizure. he can’t even breathe what on earth is he to do…” <- PSHDHDDB THIS IS THE REALEST THING EVER he really has a full body reaction he’s sooo 😭😭 our sweetiepie!!!

and ohhhh if you overworked yourself 🥺🥺🥺 i agree sm he’s genuinely heartbroken like he HATES it. he hates the idea of you running yourself ragged taking care of others when you arent even taking care of yourself (let’s be clear!! this man is a hypocrite LMAOO but he also feels especially heartbroken because he knows what it’s like)….

i think it might be uncomfortable for his s/o because he’s so stubborn!!! he’ll coax you into sitting down on the kitchen table while he finishes what you started ; insists on washing the dishes or at least drying them while you wash them ; forces you to relax and unwind LMAO like this man is strong ok he’ll literally pick you up and carry you away if he needs to . bundles you up in blankets so you cant escape. it might make you uncomfortable because it’s just so foreign and he’s sooo insistent on taking care of you :< he’s so sweet but obv it would feel a little scary if it’s something you’re completely unaccustomed to….

aaaa but !!!! i think this pairing could work out SO well w a bit (a lot) of communication bc both sugu and reader would have to learn to compromise and let themselves be taken care of… i still see sugu being the main caretaker because it’s genuinely in his nature but he’ll let you take care of him if ONLY so that you’ll feel more comfortable being taken care of yourself <33333

[toiletwipes]

simpbur's college roommate

tw: obsession, possessiveness? not really tbh, simpbur is caught, overstim, vibrator, afab body, vaginal penetration, pretty boy is thrown around and so is good boy, praise, maybe a tiny bit degrading, im just a little bit scared to look through this to check for anything else. its not bad but im just scared i'll delete this if i dont post it now.

1.7k words, so not that long but I promised you guys content so here it is!

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it was the smaller things, really.

you wouldn’t notice them, if you weren’t looking for them, type of deal. a shirt that fits you just a little bit too snug so it sits in the back of your closet, or did. an old polaroid with an older friend, faces smiling into the flash of light, it had sat in the bottom of your old memory box, said box gone untouched by you for months. an oversized, raggedy hoodie that you had ditched for a newer, softer coat.

you didn’t want to believe it but at the moment you had bigger fish to fry with schoolwork.

the coat from before sat in your lap at the moment, you parked yourself in the library as you studied with a close friend for some government essay, and you were just nearly finished with the second to last page, when your friend spoke up.

she taps on your arm, pulling out your earbud, “hey, your roommate is will, er, wilbur, right?” you stopped in the middle of a word, lifting your head to meet her eyesight.

“yeah, why? he being creepy or something?” you ask, hoping for a no, he wasn’t bad, but you knew that if anybody else had been his roommate, he would've found himself in trouble during the first week alone.

“no, actually, it’s just- it’s just that, um, are you guys dating?” you snorted, really? you and him? dating?

“he’s cute, but no, why d’ya ask?” you laugh to yourself as you look into your notes as you start typing again.

“well, he’s just been wearing your hoodie, like a lot.” you still, eyebrows furrowing. your hoodie?

“how do you know it's my hoodie?” you look her in her eyes, folding your arms together as you lean back.

“i know for sure its your hoodie because it has that one bleach stain on the front and on the shoulder from when you said you could wear a hoodie and bleach your hair, and the time that you spilt bleach directly onto your hoodie and panicked for five minutes before doing something about it. i know it's yours so why is he wearing it?” your mind is blank as you stuff your things back into your backpack, her sputtering with questions and your lack of answers leaving much to be desired.

but as you exit the building, you shrug your coat as it starts to pour and the dark sky flashes for a moment. you rush in your walking to get to the dorms as soon as possible. just your luck that your dorm is on the other side of the campus. its still about five minutes before you bang on your dorm room. the music blasting on the other side silences as your roommate opens the door, his mouth drops into a round circle and you stare at his chest as you push past him.

“where the hell have you been? it’s barely been pouring!” he sounds off like a rattled hen but you head straight to your room, dumping your backpack and coat on your bed. without an answer, he follows you but any questions he has dries in his mouth as he watches you dig in your closet. pulling a ratty tee shirt and shorts you shrug your soaked shirt over your head.

will has to force himself out of the room but it's not a second later when you come out, hair wet and skin damp when you grab onto his head of hair and pull as you drag him to his room.

throwing him onto the bed, you barely glanced at his face, seeing it already being covered in tears, hands grasping for yours as it leaves him.

you glance around his room before you see the one clean area, his nightstand and dig through that. you found not only items you knew were missing but more, underwear you thought you'd thrown away, a vibrator that you'd thought had gotten stolen by a petty friend, not an obsessive roommate.

and then throwing his closet open, you saw it balled up and thrown in the corner, your hoodie.

taking it out, you push it into will's chest. "dude, literally, what the fuck?" you go to shout at him more but he moves onto his knees, tears dripping and pouring down his cheeks, begging for you to not leave.

"i know i'm a creep, a disgusting one at that, but please don't- please don't leave me, no one's been this nice and stayed with me for this long," he begs and continues to beg as you stand at the foot of his bed, watching as he took a hold of your forearms, rubbing circles into them.

you clasp a hand over his mouth as you coo, shushing him and smoothing over his hair with your other hand.

"my dirty, little stalker doesn't want me to go, but who said i was going to let you leave?" you then pull back on his hair, relishing in the guttural moan that is ripped from his throat, attaching your lips to his neck and climbing into lap, grinding down into the growing bulge in his sweats.

he moans out your name, hands finding purchase wherever he can, gripping your hip and your shoulder, trying to thrust up and meet your hips but you move your hands to hold his hips down.

"no, no, no, good boys take what they're given, that much you've proven, will," you murmur in his ear, slowing the rolls in your hips and watching him writhe beneath you.

"be a good boy for me, huh? are you my pretty boy?" he sobs out a yes as you grind down hard on his cock, the praise going straight to his dick as you mouth bruises into his neck. sucking particularly hard his hands come and circle around your waist, his head hanging onto your shoulder.

"please, please let me-"

"oh no, baby, tonight, it's all about you," you pause, standing up and hearing that beautiful whine pulled from his throat, "your punishment for being a dirty, little whore who wanted all my things for yourself, all of me without me." he shook his head, eyes barely opening as he reaches for you, but you've gone to his nightstand and pulled out the vibrator, turning it on and off and finding it surprisingly still working. well, not that surprising.

"now, you're gonna be a good boy and let me take care of you, or you can be alone," he reaches for you, begging you not to leave him and you can't say you weren't that affected.

something about this tall, greasy simp of a man, who stole your things and wears your old hoodie, begging for you not to go, it just settled nicely in the bottom of your stomach.

you weren't denying you were absolutely soaked by now, shoving your shorts off.

"please, i'll- your good boy, be so good for you-" he cuts himself off as you climb back to straddle his lap, this time rolling your hips once before you turn your vibrator on.

"good, so good for me," you hum as you place the vibrator between your panty-clad folds and his sweatpants-covered-cock. the vibrations sent you to a different plane as you grind into him, listening to the way he cried and the way his legs trembled.

you could tell the next moment, he was about to cum and well, you can't have that, not so soon. "ah, ah, ah," you breathe out, taking the vibe away as you lean back and away from his dick.

he lurched forward and his legs shake again as he's denied an orgasm, he cries out and into your neck.

"is my baby ready for ten more of these?" you ask him and his eyes snap wide open, meeting yours and when a moment passes and you press the vibe back against his dick, he whines.

you weren't kidding about before, it's been about an hour, you think, and he's buried his face in a pillow, crying from the over-stimulation and from not cumming.

you, yourself, have occupied your time with stretching yourself out, three fingers buried deep into your pussy and the sounds coming from it has will peeking out from the pillow, eyes sparkling with that crying glow.

taking your fingers out, and sticking them into his mouth, you move yourself over his lap, taking his cock in your hand as you rub it in between your folds. moaning, you move away as his hips jerk upwards, him biting and crying into his fist.

"my pretty baby, doing so well for me, gonna let me make you feel good? you gonna let me make you cum?" will nods his head and lets out the loudest moan you heard that day when you sink down on his cock.

buried to the hilt, he twitches inside you, and he's begging to cum, "'m gonna, 'm gonna cum, please, plea- need to, i need to cum in you," he begs and who are you to deny your pretty boy that?

"cum for me baby," you say, out of breath as you bounce on his cock, reveling in the slick sounds coming from between y'all. he does cum, hips thrusting upwards to bury himself in you, and you let him. but when you know he's all spent, you start to bounce on his cock, him crying from the over-sensitivity.

"just- just let me cum," you breathe out, balancing yourself with his shoulder and one hand rubbing circles into your clit, moans coming from your mouth as sobs leaves will's.

"oh- oh fuck, fuck, fuck!" you cry out, squeezing around will and falling on top of his chest.

breathing together, you let yourself have this moment before you get up and moves towards the bathroom. you hear him calling out for you as you grab a damp towel, some water, and a dry towel.

"did you think i was going to leave you, baby?" you ask, mostly not expecting an answer but turning to him as you run the damp cloth over his face and neck, he bit his lip.

"a little bit, yeah."

"well, don't think about that again, because as much as you're weird and steal my shit, you're still important to me," you tell me, "you're my pretty boy and you're going to stay that way."

when you finished cleaning him up and then cleaned yourself, you take the spot next to him and pull the covers over you two.

he leans into your side, pulling you into him, trying to get closer than close.

"you promise?"

you smile to yourself, thinking about having him all to yourself, "i promise."

[cynettic]

Hey! Can I request the "You wear their shirt that's too big for you the morning after a steamy night "but with childe, kaeya ,albedo and zhongli! Thank you

Reader x Genshin NSFW

Summary - You wear their oversized shirt after a steamy night.

Pairings - Fem!Reader x Childe / Zhongli / Kaeya

Warnings - NSFW so no minors plsss

A/N - Someone else asked for Albedo, so I’ll do that one soon! Hope you liked these ones though :) They’re a bit more descriptive than the last ones I did tho- so be careful if you’re not into that.

Childe

Often busy, the one instance where he has a bit of time before work passes by, and you walk out in his large shirt after a steamy night.

At this time in the morning, he’s sipping his morning coffee, eyeing the newspaper or whatever’s on the table.

That all changes when you walk in.

Of course he notices, and resting his elbow on the couch arm, he simply stares. Doesn’t attempt to hide his flirtatious smile and just waits till you notice his very persisting gaze.

When you turn to him, his eyes give you the sensation you might as well be bare naked.

“When did I ever say you could wear my shirt?”

He says this teasingly ofc, you wearing his shirt is the hottest thing he could’ve seen all day. Makes him very happy.

But you deciding to tease him right back, you pout, tugging at the hem of it. “You dont want me to wear it?” He tries to protest and say it was a joke and not to take it personal, but before he can even start, you pull the shirt off.

You have nothing under the shirt.

Nothing.

Flinging the shirt back into his lap, you turn back to the bedroom. “There you go, I’ll find something else to wear.” You make sure to strut, hips swaying from side to side as you touch the doorframe.

You don’t make it to the bedroom.

Childe’s hand glides down your pelvis, wrapping around your waist as the other pulls your hair back so he can give you a kiss on the neck. You’ve captured his full attention, and even though he has work soon, your antics stirred him up.

God… now all he wants to see is you ‘begging’ for him.

Childe has the awful tendency to turn almost everything into a competition, and you struck a nerve. He will waste no time in letting you know who is in control of who.

He pins your arms above your head, holding your wrists in one hand with ease. But holding you so tightly up, your back is arched, posture straight and breasts perked outwards with the awkward position.

“That was awfully bold of you Y/n~”

His other hand cups your breast, molding it in his hand. Index finger pressing down on your nipple while the rest of his hand rubs your tits in a down and up motion. You sink into the feeling, a content sigh leaving your lips as you lean into his touch.

Still sore from yesterday, Childe certainly wasnt gentle or merciful, and this contact is softly blissful compared to yesterday.

Till he pinches your little nipple in his hand, twisting it slowly and hearing you whine in annoyance.

Instead of moving onto the next breast, his hand moves down, gloves brushing against your stomach and your hips. Until its rested on your inner thighs, and he’s just caressing and stroking the skin of your thigh.

His black gloves are everything.

You unconsciously press your legs together, mewling at the sensation so close to your heat. You try to lean further into his hand so he can rub against your throbbing core, but his hand capturing your wrists keeps you firm, not letting you move an inch.

Childe moves teasingly slow.

His gloved finger rubs against your clit ever so softly, pressing deeper against it and then pulling away completely.

“C-Childe…”

“Hmm? Speak up Y/n.”

He adds a second finger, but continues only to rub your pussy. A torturous sensation that makes you buck your hips in desperation to feel his fingers sliding in.

“Childe… please.”

You speak louder this time, and he rubs harder.

“Please what? You’ve got to be more specific Y/n.”

He loves the way he has complete and utter control over you, your reactions, the noises and expressions you make. That even if you’d had the audacity to expose yourself and strut away, he still had control. That in this battle, he’d won.

“Stick your fingers into me,” you groaned out, louder than the previous sentence. “Please- please…”

His gloved finger poked at the tip of your needy hole, rubbing around the edge just until your eyes watered with frustration, and you tried to grind against the sensation. Again unable to with his hold on your wrists.

“P-please!”

It was only when you were begging that he shoved his finger in ruthlessly, pushing in and out. Your legs rubbed together, thighs pressing tightly around his hand as he added a second finger, and you were left gasping and moaning out his name.

When he added a third finger, your knees were trembling and it was only his grip on your wrists and the hand buried in your pussy that kept you standing. He leaned into your neck, his breath fanning your ear when he asked you who you belonged to.

“Y-you…” you breathlessly answered, coming close to your climax with every thrust of his gloved fingers. Pumping up into that G spot so hard that it left you crying out.

And then he pulled out his fingers, loosening the grip on your wrists.

“Good.”

Trembling and writhing just for him, he’d leave you bare and needy. Not letting you climax with him until he came back home from work.

Punishment for trying to tempt him earlier.

He licked your juices from his gloves, sucking on them and lapping them with his tongue. Just for you of course, laying on the ground whining and wet, so close to your climax yet stopped at the heat of the moment.

With a big wide grin, he waves his hand in a goodbye, grabbing his bag from the corner of the room before heading to the door. Fulfilled, watching you beg for him and shamelessly admit that you were his was the perfect start to his morning, and of course your revenge for teasing him earlier.

“See you after work Y/n~!” And with a wink he’s off.

Zhongli

For some reason, after a steamy night with Zhongli, the morning left you sensitive.

Not only physically, but especially mentally. To a point where getting up with the aching throb of your thighs was just enough to send you over the edge and sobbing.

You head to the kitchen, Zhongli’s shirt draped over your figure. He’s of course sitting in his rocking chair, reading glasses on as he scans something that he’s reading. Probably one of Liyue’s historical books.

You heat up some pancakes, planning on making the two of you a nice breakfast to start the day off. But grabbing the maple syrup, after opening the lid and stepping forward to spread it on the pancakes, your foot slid on something slippery on the floor, and you’re sent tumbling back.

Zhongli is leaning over you in seconds.

But the fall isnt the issue, and with the maple syrup in your hand, the bottle had tipped into the inside of Zhongli’s shirt, the one you were wearing, dripping into his shirt and onto your body. You’d managed to set it straight, but not after maple syrup was sent streaming down your chest and down your stomach.

“Im sorry…”

Tears gather at your eyes, and you try to wipe them away before Zhongli can see. Nothing was going right today, and you just wanted a distraction, something to keep your mind off of your emotional state.

“Itrs alright dear… would you like me to prepare a bath for you?” Zhongli is so soft and kind as he offers his help, thumb stroking your cheek as he stares into your eyes.

You dont want a bath.

Even with maple syrup everywhere on your body, sticky, you don’t want to leave the floor. A sob breaks past your lips, and you shake your head. “No… I just want it to go away…” your hands are shaking, and you slowly remove Zhongli’s shirt from your body, the maple syrup clinging to your form.

His eyes trail over the gooey mess you seem to be in, and he takes his shirt back, unsure of what to do. As the geo archon, theres not much he can do about the maple syrup, and his insides twist when hearing you sob.

He presses a kiss to your forehead and slowly trails it to your lips, satisfied when it seems to calm you down. You push him closer, until his head is on the same level of your chest, and the maple syrup dripping down your breasts.

Without thinking, he goes to lick it, the sweet taste of maple syrup in his mouth.

He backs away instantly, afraid that the action only saddened you further. But it was the opposite, and you stared at him wide eyed, tears threatening to spill. With a sniff, you wiped the tears away again, “That… didnt feel bad.” Was all you said.

Zhongli wasnt sure what to make of it, and leaning closer, he only licked the sticky liquid off your cleavage again, listening to the intake of breathing. When he glanced up, you were staring straight at him.

“It felt… nice.”

You were no longer crying, which meant that to Zhongli, he’d done something right. He didnt stop licking there, and dedicating his tongue to wiping every spot of maple syrup on your body, the two of you stayed draped there for a while.

His mouth completely engulfed your breast, tongue swirling around the lengh of it as he sucked in the sticky liquid. Your breathing grew erratic, but every time he’d look up to ask you if you were alright, you’d simply say that it was fine.

Zhongli began to realize that you were really turned on by the time he reached your core, and the maple syrup wasnt the only liquid drenched there. He didnt waste any time in pressing his head into your thighs, knowing from experience that you liked it. And that instead of pain, his tongue gave you pleasure.

So thats what he did, sucking, nipping, and licking every part of your cunt until you were shaking, and your inner thighs were tight against his head.

He would’ve pulled back, but no matter how much he licked your pussy, the sweet taste still coated his tongue everytime, meaning that there was still some maple syrup. It was until his tongue dug into your needy hole that he realized where the sweet taste was coming from.

It only motivated him to get rid of it.

He’d seen your tears, seen how shamed and embarrassed you were to have the sticky liquid all over you. He knew he couldnt get rid of it with his tongue, but if it made you feel better enough to take a bath after, it was worth it.

His hands grabbed the balls of your ass, slowly massaging them against his fingers before using them to thrust his tongue deeper into your wet cunt. Pushing your ass and hips with his large hands and thrusting them towards his head in rhythm with the lapping of his tongue sent you on overdrive.

Your legs were shaking, and instead of gasps, little mewls of pleasure sputtered out of your mouth. Hands tangled in his hair, you felt your eyes roll to the back of your head.

It felt like orgasm after orgasm, Zhongli still pressing his face against your pussy and licking every sweet spot. But there was always more, and you were going numb by the time he pulled away, your body sore and writhing after the intense feeling of pleasure.

“Theres too much,” Zhongli said softly, wiping the sides of his mouth as he stared at your fatigued face. “I could keep going if you’d like-? “

Your mood instantly boosted up, and with a chuckle at the poor archons innocent stare, you shrugged. “A-alright, a little bit more I guess…” Even as your core felt numb and your thighs still shook at how tightly you’d been clenching them around Zhongli’s head, the sensation was too good.

With a small smirk, Zhongli dug back down, hands groping your ass again as he sunk into the sensation of your pussy.

Kaeya

You woke up horny.

By the time you walked out of the bedroom with Kaeya’s shirt on, your intentions were very clear. Your boyfriend was sitting on the couch, reading over something that looked like a report for work. You didnt give him the time to think as you plopped down on his lap.

Directly facing him, he seemed surprised as you wore his shirt, sliding in closer to him inch by inch until you could feel the firmness of his dick against you. It was then that he chuckled, realizing what you were getting at.

“Oh? My my Y/n, so daring~”

He only leaned back, setting the report down and putting his hands against the couch to sit back and watch you.

“Now now, dont feel deterred, I want to see you take charge for a change.”

And so you tried.

Grinding your core against his throbbing member, he winced, the ever so calm smirk never leaving his face. So he simply watched, watched as you slowly took his shirt off your body, revealing the form he loved so much. It took all his control not to take you by the arm and carry you to the bed, a second round after last night.

But watching you struggle was oh so much better.

You fumbled with his jean buttons, hands trembling as you slowly slid them down his legs to reveal his giant member. You always had trouble fitting him in, but he always took control and made sure you were ready for him before he thrust into you.

Sliding down his boxers, you gulped, thighs trembling as you positioned his dick above your pussy.

Kaeya only chuckled as you slowly sank down into him, only taking in the tip of him before you whimpered. Your hands came to clench around the buttons of his vest, breaths coming ragged as you tried your best to lower deeper into him.

“Having trouble?”

You wanted to wipe that arrogant look off his face, fill him with pleasure and send him into the same ecstasy youd felt last night. So that he couldnt tease you about it, so that he could look at you evenly and admit that you were just as good as it as he was.

But god he was too big…

You could barely lower yourself any deeper, only reaching quarter way before the your legs shook and your inner thighs squeezed with need. But he was too much, and every little movement sent you into a fit of squeaks and whimpers.

Kaeya’s hands groped your ass, and with a sigh he slowly began to tug you further down. Slow, achingly painfully slow. You grabbed at his wrists, begging him to stop.

“Kaeya… it hurts…” you nearly sobbed, tears threatening to spilled onto your cheeks.

“Alright, I’ll leave it up to you then.”

He removed his hands, but you were now halfway through and pulling out would be just as excruciating as fully embracing him. You were stuck, thighs shaking so badly you had no option but to sink lower, legs threatening to give out on you from the sheer effort.

You mewed and whined when you couldnt stop the slow motion of your cunt taking in Kaeya’s dick. And no matter how you tried to resist and keep your thighs from taking any more of him, they always collapsed and you were back to slowly leaning deeper into him.

Finally, when you’d sank to the bottom and had fully engulfed his dick, your face was tear stained, sniffles escaping your lips. But Kaeya didnt move, staying still and refusing to help you. It took everything you had to slide up his length and collapse back on him.

Up and down, up and down, the process was torturous but you could feel the pleasure building up in your chest everytime you took him in. Even Kaeya started to enjoy it as your pace quickened, your breasts bouncing up everytime you fell down back into him.

“Kaeya…” you whimpered through lidded lashes as your hands gripped his chest. “K-Kaeya…”

He came at the same time you did, and you were left sitting on his cock more tired than before. Inner thighs trembling, your walls clenched around him. Holding back a moan, you tried to lift yourself off of him, finding yourself unable to do so.

“K-Kaeya…”

With a chuckle, he finally leaned forward. His hands gripped the soft flesh of your hips, and rubbing the swollen bruises of your inner thighs, he lifted you up, only to send you back down into him.

“My turn Y/n~”

[nightowlfandom]

Kanato Sakamaki- I’m Sadistic For You

FINALLY SOMEONE REQUESTS DIABOLIK LOVERS CONTENT AAAAHHH THANK YOU BESTIE! I GOT YOUR OTHER ONE AND I’M DOING IT TOO!  

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So ANON ASKS

For Kanato from DL ( I haven’t seen much done for him and it makes me sad because he’s a favorite ). (: I could Lowkey do some more if you’re not super bogged down I had another idea BUT I ALREADY SUBMITED ANOTHER BEFORE THIS SO IM NOT GONNA OVERWHELM YOU LOL but- anyway Fee free to be as nsfw with my prompts (if you do them) as you want. I dont have any triggers so- writing them super accurate and sadistic won’t bother me :3

Bruh....Jesus is my helmet...but NOT TODAY let’s fucking go! Okay readers, you heard, they aint got no triggers. So if you do...move it along.

52- “You can’t call me cute!”

80- “Shut up! I’m not blushing!”

31-“You need to be taught a lesson…”

81- “You look so...inviting all tied up.”

84- “What’s the word I’m looking for?....Pet!”

Also in this you and Yui are BFFs because she isn’t some cold hearted bitch (homegirl trips over oxygen, plus I love her lol)

I was legit about to have him spit in your mouth....I’m so shameful...maybe next time.

Leggo!

I’m turning into a Yandere account and I am totally okay with that.

...

“You know living here isn’t that bad.” you mused to Yui. “When no one is talking.”

Your friend laughed as she cut up some carrots. Yui turned to look at you as she prepare to peel some potatoes. “So living here is terrible every day other than right now?” she replied.

You couldn’t help but burst out laughing. She wasn’t wrong. 

You and Yui were making dinner for the house. After a ambush that landed everyone injured except you and her (thankfully). You had offered to make soup and stew for everyone. They were all in their respective rooms healing while you had prepared everything.

“They really fought hard today, I thought Kanato was about to rip that vampires jaw off. He’s really protective of you, Y/N.” she winked. “I think he likes you more than he lets on.” 

Kanato and you had a very strange relationship. He hated you, but he didn’t HATE you. No one could lay a finger on you, no one could even look at you, even if he said he didn’t care. Reiji tried to and Kanato almost murdered him.

“He then told me that Teddy said I was ugly.” you reminded her flatly. “Yeah he so cares.” you snorted.

“Maybe he has trouble telling you his feelings”

“I wish everyone was as optimistic as you.” you shook your head. “Looks like the soup is finished.” 

“I’m just saying Y/N, just think about it.”

...

You only had one bowl of soup left to deliver, to Kanato’s room. You grumbled as you stood outside the door. 

“Kanato? It’s me.” you knocked on the door. “I’m coming in okay?” 

Before you could wait for an answer you opened the door and walked in with the cart. 

Kanato was laying on his bed when you entered, groaning in what you assumed was boredom.

“Teddy, tell Y/N that I don’t want whatever she made.” Kanato turned away from you. The scars he had suffered on his back said it all. All for you...

Your recalled the terror in your voice as you had screamed for help as the rogue vampire wrapped his claws around your leg. Kanato’s name was the first to escape your lips as you had tried to crawl away to Yui. You remembered reaching out to Kanato with your strongest hand, begging him to save you.

The look in his eyes was feral as he screamed your name too, grabbing you hand and pulling you to him. You were sobbing into his chest, clutching onto him for dear life for a good ten seconds before Yui replaced him, hugging you tightly in her small arms too. Before you knew it, the rogue’s head had been thrown through a window...

...

“Y/N, Look at me! You’re safe now...you’re safe with me...”

...

“Teddy, could you please tell Kanato that while his pouting is very adorable, it won’t get him out of this?”

“Don’t call me cute! You can’t do that.” Kanato glared at you through hooded eyes. “If I wasn’t so weak I’d-”

“Well let me take care of you.” you cut him off, taking the bowl to him. “For me?”

Kanato paused, his glare softening. 

“You must be in love with me if you’re so insistent on me getting better.” he grumbled, sitting up. “Y/N is in love with me Teddy!”

“Kanato.” you felt your face heat up violently. “Don’t say things like that.” you groaned.

“It’s blushing teddy, how cute!”

Kanato’s use of the word ‘it’ wasn’t new to you. In fact when he wasn’t calling you names, chasing you around with forks pretending to stab you, or worse, it was denoting you to objects.

“H-hey! I am not blushing!” you pouted. “My face just looks that way.” you lied. “S-shut up.” you grumbled.

“And what if I don’t feel like it?” he challenged, knowing you wouldn’t say a word back. You were kind of like Yui. You wouldn’t dare challenge any of the Sakamaki brothers. It was a death sentence in every sense of the word.

“Kanato, I just want you to feel better.” you looked down at your feet. 

“There’s one thing you can do.” Kanato used his strength to stand to his feet. Despite his looks, he was tall, and under that cute exterior was a mean and feral beast. He staggered over to you, a sick smile on his face. That couldn’t be good, not by a long shot. 

“And what exactly would that be?” you asked. You couldn’t look at him. You didn’t wanna know what he was planning. You were positive that it wasn’t gonna end well either. 

“Get on your knees.”

“My knees?” you repeated. “Why do you want me to-”

“Now Y/N.” he spoke over you. You felt his hand on your shoulder. “I don’t like repeating myself.” his nails dug into your skin, causing your knees to wobble under the pain. “On. Your. Knees!”

Your feet gave out, practically sending you crashing down to the floor. You looked like a dog, on your hands and knees. You appeared weak and pathetic.

You found it in yourself to look up at Kanato. Teddy was perched on the bed, ‘watching’ you two. You felt his fingertips creep under your chin. 

“Aww...” he smiled. “You’re like a little...What’s the word I’m looking for...PET!. It’s cute.” He caressed the side of your face. “Too bad I kill all my pets...they can’t handle me...can you handle me, Pet?”

“Yes, Kanato.” you found yourself saying. You felt like you didn’t have a choice...

and you loved every second of it.

“Bullying you has made me regain my strength! Isn’t this wonderful?” he wrapped one of his hands around your neck. “You’re so fun to torment” he laughed.

“K-kanato.” you coughed.

“Is it hard to breath. Y/N?” he asked sinisterly, that crazed smile gracing his lips. His words were terrifying although his actions said otherwise. He loosened his grip on your throat, allowing air to flow more freely. It was those small things that made you think he didn’t hate you as much as he loved to preach.

“Y/N...when that vampire came...I thought I was gonna lose you for good this time” he said sadly, allowing his arm to return to his side. “I thought I had-...that you were gonna die.” 

“You saved me though.” you replied. Kanato knelt down to your level, still slightly above you. 

“Yeah...because if anyone is gonna break you, it’s gonna be me.”

“I care about you a lot, Kanato.” you finally said it. “I like you too much.” you exposed yourself. “I want you stay by your side.” you said pathetically. “Even if you hate me.”

Before you could say another word, Kanato claimed your lips in a kiss. He held the sides of your face in his hands. It was the first time he had ever kissed you. He hummed thoughtfully, pushing you down to the floor so you were laying on your back. He crawled over you, not breaking the kiss. 

“K-kanato.” you whimpered.

“You need to be taught a lesson. If your gonna be my girlfri- I mean pet, you’ll have to learn.” he kissed down your neck.

Suddenly, Kanato ripped the seam of your jeans all the way up your left leg, leaving it completely exposed to the air.

“Oh look, your clothes are messed up, guess we’ll have to take them off.” he smirked. In another swift motion, your pants were torn to shreds. The fabric fell in a circle around you both.

“Teddy look! Y/N is wearing such cute panties.” he cackled maniacally. “Her naughty place is leaking.”

You trembled, waiting for him to do whatever it was he was planning.

“I heard blood tastes better when it’s from your naughty place.” he ran his tongue along the top row of his teeth. “Y/N” he moaned, running his index finger along your clothed heat. “You smelled so much better here...I just want to- ungh.”

He suddenly drove his fangs into your right thigh. You gasped, arching your back. He violently grabbed your legs, holding them down. His tongue lashed against your freshly made wound. 

You could hear him whimpering, cursing under his breath. 

Kanato would deny it with his life, but everything about you was like a drug to you. Tasting your blood was even sweeter than every dessert he’s ever tasted. Feeling you whimper and plea for him did things to him that would make a sailor blush. 

Forget Yui, forget his brothers, forget it all.

“Fuh-” Kanato couldn’t take it anymore. He couldn’t stop himself from ripping off your panties and driving his tongue into your most sensitive parts. Hearing you moan for him, cry for him. 

The rumors were right, vampires were godly lovers. It was like Kanato knew what you wanted and where. He lashed his tongue against your heat, grabbing your legs. 

“Wrap your legs around my head,” he demanded. “Not like it’s gonna kill me.” he laughed manically. “

Knock knock

“Y/N, are you in there?” Yui’s small voice caused you to panic a little. As you tried to get up, Kanato pushed you right back down, growling into your pussy,

“FUCK!” you whined, making it very obvious what you two were up to. “Kanato, I can’t-”

“Then don’t.” he grunted, not ceasing his movements. “Cum, cum for me.”

“K-KAANAAA!” you cried as you came. You thrashed and writhed under his touch, but he didn’t stop. His tongue never stopped moving. “fuh- fuck! Kanato, t-too much!”

“I said cum for me, I didn’t say I’d stop.” he thrust his fingers into you to add insult to injury. “You’re so fun to fuck with!” he spat.

“Kanato!” you sobbed. You couldn’t stop moving, you couldn’t stop thrashing. Th epleasure had gotten to you so much, you were drooling.

He finally withdrew his mouth from you, smiling evilly at the mess he left.

Kanato had grabbed one of his ties that had left on the floor and bound your wrists together.

“You look so inviting tied up for me...” he shuddered as he bit his lip. He licked his fingers clean of your blood and juices. “Good thing the night is young...because I’m not done with you.”

...

[sunshineseung]

Where You Belong // Minho

🍄 | genre: smut (and angst if you squint) ☁️ | pairing: Lee Minho x female!reader 🌿 | wc: 2.9k 🌸 | includes: hard dom!minho, sub!reader, religious themes, slapping, spanking (with bible 😳 omg im filthy), hair pulling, spitting, finger sucking, minho’s big, face fucking, crying, begging, praise/degradation, unprotected sex, bulge kink/distension, breeding, no aftercare :(, [spoiler] demon/succubus!minho

☀️ | synopsis: You go to your church to worship God, but you soon find out who you should really be on your knees for. 

🌊 | requested: “I have a request! 😶 Could you maybe do something like Sinner but for Minho?” your wish is my command sweet annonie~

You’re kneeled down and bowing your head, mentally repenting to the Lord above. It’s late at night, but not late enough for the Church to be locked. The soft light from distant old lamps illuminate your figure, the red carpet beneath you softly separating your knees from the hard oak floor.

“Hey, is this seat taken?” You widen your eyes and look up, being disrupted mid-prayer by a man you’ve never seen at the congregation before. He’s average height with shaggy brown hair, wearing a black leather jacket with a white tee shirt underneath and black skinny jeans to contrast. Needless to say, he looks far from the usual churchgoer.

“Yes, but please be quiet. This is a place of worship.” Your tongue sounds sharp as you vaguely scold the stranger, him kneeling next to you, staring at you as you go back to prayer. You can feel his eyes on you, tracing your body. “Sir, if you’re not going to pray, can you please move somewhere else?”

“Pray? Why would I do that?” He laughs and stands up, his eyes never leaving yours. You roll your eyes and stand up with him, but he quickly puts his hand on your shoulder and forces you back down. “Hey, stay on your knees. You look better like that.”

“I don’t know who you are, but that is disgusting!” With your arms folded, you turn your head away from him, refusing to look at him. “Perverts like you shouldn’t be allowed in the house of God.”

“If it’s so disgusting, then why did you listen to me?” He leans down, his face right next to yours. You can feel his breath on the side of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. His body heat is so much warmer than yours, and you feel yourself cower from his presence. “Looks like you like being on your knees for more than God.”

“That’s why I’m praying, and I suggest you do the same, sir.” While you speak, he takes off his jacket and throws it onto a pew, stretching his arms out, showing off his muscles. He puts his hand on the top of your head, scratching you as if you’re a puppy. “Sir-“

“Keep calling me sir like that and I might have to make you worship me instead.” You feel your body freeze, feeling far out of your comfort zone. Your body is shaking, and you need to stand up, but you can’t. There’s something inside you that refuses to allow you to get off of your knees. As much as your brain is telling you to run away, your body wants you to stay. “You’re praying because you’re a whore, huh? You like sleeping around, letting any cock that comes your way use your little cunt like a toy?”

You swallow the spit collecting in your mouth, your lungs feeling empty as you try to respond. Nothing can come out of your mouth, head going empty, only forcing out a whine. What has come over you?

“God doesn’t forgive just anyone, ya know? They have to prove that they’re worthy of forgiveness.” He pets your hair more, making all your thoughts leave your head as he grips your scalp. You finally look at him in the eyes, his brown eyes turning black as he looks down at you like you’re his prey. “What have you done to be forgiven other than be a little cumslut?”

“N-nothing I suppose.” Your mouth feels dryer than a desert, your eyes trying to focus on something, anything, just to bring you back to reality.

“Then maybe you should just do what you’re best at, hm?” He pulled you head back by your hair, forced your mouth open with his fingers, and dove his digits to the back of your throat to test your reflexes. “Slutty little angel takes my fingers so well. I wonder how well you’ll take my cock.” He pries your mouth open with his drool-coated fingers and spits down your throat, closing your mouth with his hand on your chin to make you swallow. “You’re such a fucking pervert. Don’t you know the Lord is watching?” 

“What’s your name?” You look up at him, feeling your senses slowly return to you. “I don’t want to go any further if I don’t know your name.”

“Oh, so you’re willing to go further?” He raises his eyebrow, a wicked smirk growing across his face. “My name is Minho, but you call me sir. Master works too, love.”

“We shouldn’t do this in a church.” You finally stand up, but Minho grabs your body just as you get on your feet and pulls you towards him, his hands roaming across your body, feeling every dip and rise. He hums in your ear, his large hands cupping your tits and squeezing them, making you groan. “Th-this isn’t appropriate.”

“No bra?” He slaps your chest, your body violently arching as he inflicts pain. His teeth harshly bite into your neck, lips sucking bruises onto the skin. “How much you wanna bet that you’re not wearing panties either?”

You go silent, one of his hands leaving your breast and sliding down your body between your legs, feeling your pussy directly under your jeans. You whimper quietly as his finger presses against your clit, the rough denim causing an uncomfortable stimulation to your most sensitive area.

“Just as I thought. You come here to repent to your God, and yet your body is begging to be fucked.” He pushes you off of his body, you weakly standing to your feet as you look back at him, his eyes a dark shade of red. “Are you sure we can’t fuck in a church? This place has so many toys for us to play with, baby.”

“T-toys?” You look around the room as you back away from him, scared he’ll snap and pounce on you. “There are no sex toys here.”

“Not conventional ones, but I see something I can easily use to put you in your place.” He walks up to you and turns you around, bending you over one of the pews. He pushes your face down into the musty church seat as he grips your hair, holding it up so he can kiss the back of your neck. “Stay still, angel. This is what you deserve.”

“Huh?” Before you can comprehend what’s going on, you feel a hearty thwack against your ass, still covered by your jeans. It didn’t sound like anything you’ve ever heard before, the impact sounding hollow from whatever he hit you with. “What was that?”

“I think you people call it,” Minho pulls down your pants, fully exposing your bare ass and dripping cunt to the open church, “a Bible?”

You can practically hear the smile in his voice, another hit falling against your ass, this time feeling much more intense from the lack of protection between you and the works of the Lord.

“People like you always walk around with their nose in the air, feeling above everyone around them.” Minho spanks you again, harder than before. “You’re just as much of a sinner as the rest of your kind, slut. Know your fuckin’ place.”

“W-what do you mean my kind?” He doesn’t answer your question of course, another slap from the Bible making your ass a bright red. Your skin is burning with pain. You’ve never felt like this before: used and abused, yet mentally begging for more.

“Dumb whore hasn’t caught on yet?” Minho laughs at your quivering body, running his hands up your back from under your shirt. With one pull, your shirt is over your head, tossed to the dusty floor of the old building. He bends himself over you, his bulge pressing directly against your aching pussy. “You were right, sweetheart. Perverts like me shouldn’t be allowed here, but not for the reasons you’re thinking.”

Your raise can only be raised from the seat so much, turned to the side so you can breath. You feel out of it even though he hasn’t properly fucked you. Nothing has ever made you feel like this before, and you writhe inside imagining what this man was about to do to you, and how eagerly you’d take whatever he gave you.

“We have more in common than you think, you know?” His mouth is right next to your hear, lightly sucking on the shell. “Sex is our vice. You can’t deny that.”

“Please fuck me, sir,” you whine, pressing your ass back against his crotch. He hisses, feeling his raging cock strangle itself against his tight pants. “Don’t care where we are. Need your cock.”

“Bitches like you are overpowered so easily.” He rustles his cock out of his pants, pulling his tight jeans down his thighs so his cock can press between your ass, thrusting through your folds, but not slipping in. You’re absolutely soaked, lubing his cock with your juices. He feels so big, you’re not sure if you can take it all. “Back on your knees. Master wants to see how well your mouth can take a real cock.”

You obediently hop up, moving away from him to get on your knees and kneel before him, looking up to him like he was your one true God. Being naked in a church was already sending you to hell, so much more trouble with your savior could you possible get into?

He quickly grabs your head, your mouth falling open as his tip enters your mouth. He pulls your head back down his shaft, forcing his cock down your mouth in one swift movement. You choke on his length, the size of him causing your jaw to ache after seconds. His cock is so big and veiny, but you love the weight of it pressing against your tongue.

Minho ruthlessly fucks your mouth, your lips turning red as he abuses your throat. Spit drips down your chin as you continuously take him down your throat, tongue loose against the bottom of his length. Minho’s groaning loudly, and surely anyone else in this church would have heard him. He throws his head back, his thrusts into your mouth getting sloppy as his hands roughly make a mess of your hair.

“Such a good mouth, baby.” You hum on his cock, the vocal vibrations causing him to shiver. He’s leaking precum down your throat, his cock twitching as his orgasm grows near. Your mouth begins to grow sore, painful-induced tears rolling down your cheeks, mixing with the drool around your mouth. “So messy for your master, hm?”

Minho harshly pulls out of your mouth, leaving your jaw hung open from the abuse. He’s breathing heavily, looking down at you as his hands slip from your head to your shoulders. You look up at him with water eyes, trying to decipher is expression. His eyebrows were furrowed, but he had a crooked smile. He looked like Lucifer himself had climbed out of hell to drag you back down with him.

“Beg for it, angel. Beg for my cock.” He taps your bottom lip with his tip, not allowing you to taste another drip of him. You whine and squint your eyes, desperately looking for any words while your mind was elsewhere. “What’s got you so shy? You want my cock to stuff your pussy, don’t you?”

“Y-yes, sir.” Your legs shake as he pulls you up by your arms, grabbing onto your ass as your legs wrap around his hips, his cock presses against your heat. “P-please!”

“You can do better than that.” He drops you onto the seat you had found yourself bent over only minutes prior, legs spread, pussy ready to be used by your master. Minho climbs on top of you, pressing the tip of his cock against your hole without plunging in. “What do you want, slut?”

“I want master to fuck my cunt like he owns me. Please fuck me, master! Need your cum inside me~” you trail off at the end, staring down at where his cock teases your greedy hole. He pushes the tip in, stretching you out just enough to make you wince for a moment before whining for more. “Fill me with your cock, please!”

“My angel wants to be bred now?” His transition between praise and degradation made your head spin, but you loved every name he called you. “You want to be bred by a demon, sweetheart? Feel my hot cum inside you? Drip out of you after I’m done with you?”

“D-demon?” Your heart starts beating. If you weren’t sinning enough already by fucking in a church, all the subtle hints Minho had been dropping up ‘til then suddenly made sense. “You’re a-”

“Don’t dwell on it too much. Just let your master show you how much fun it is to be bad, alright?” You nod as he pushes himself in, his length feeling like a stab to your abdomen. His body on your was so hot, and not just metaphorically, but also literally. You were sweating bullets by the time his cock was fully buried inside you, your walls hugging his fat cock like he was made for you. He groaned deep, falling into your shoulder, biting at your collarbone as he began to pull out and thrust back in. “You’re tight for someone who gets her body exploited so often.”

His hands find your wrists, pinning your hands to the sides of your head while he fucks into you, the drag of your walls making him moan in your ear. You were trying your damndest not to scream his name in the echoey church hall, but it was becoming difficult the more his presence overwhelmed you. He watched your face struggle between pain and pleasure, feeling himself get to the edge just from looking at you. To pause his impending orgasm, he looks down at where he was connected with you, but that proved to make his job even harder.

“I’m fucking you so good, my little whore. You can see my cock make your stomach bulge.” Just saying that made him hiccup, holding himself back from letting go and intensely pounding into you. He moves a hand from your wrist and presses it against your lower abdomen, making you feel even tighter on his cock. “Fuck- good girl.”

He rams his cock into your sweet spot effortlessly, hitting it with every stroke. Your back arches, your orgasm nearing it’s edge. All your nerves stand on their end as your legs squirm around Minho, finally wrapping around his hips again and pulling him into you, his cock reaching deeper than before. You moan loudly as you cum around his cock, Minho making the slightest movements of hips to help you reach your peak. You looked like you were glowing, tightening and spasming around his aching cock. Now that you came, it was Minho’s turn. Your legs fell from Minho’s hips, signaling that it was his time.

“I’m gonna cum so deep inside you, angel.” Minho wastes no time waiting to return to his pace, if anything going faster than before. The sound of skin slapping and moaning was so violent. You were overwhelmed by the situation, your pussy becoming a beacon of pain as he mercilessly railed your pussy. “You want master to fill you up with his cum, right slut?”

“Please cum inside me, master.” You were sobbing, both from the pain of the overstimulation and the pleasure from Minho’s raging cock. “Please? For your angel?”

“Anything for my angel.” He groans, nearing a growl, as he cums inside you, completely bottomed out as his seed spills onto your walls. You felt so full, almost too full, as he sits inside you, gently fucking his release back into you. Before he pulls out, he leans down and kisses your soft lips, a soft, sweet kiss. “You took me so well.”

We pulls his cock out of you, hissing when his flaccid dick falls out of you, watching his cum drip down your ass to the expensive fabric of the pew. You both hold your position, catching your breath and clearing your minds, trying to comprehend what just happened.

“Ya know, they say humans are tighter... they’re right.” Minho pulls his underwear and pants back up, getting fully dressed and prettied up before walking away from your fucked out form. “See you around, babe?”

“Minho, wait!” You hold your hand out, but he’s out the front door before you can catch his attention. You’re not entirely sure that you will ‘see him around,’ but even if you do, that doesn’t distract you from the fact that you’re now naked in a church. The place you came to worship and repent. The place you came to escape the vice of lust. “Guess I’ll be going home now.”

You look up at the clock over the back door and notice it hasn’t changed since you walked it. After you’re fully dressed, the second hand starts ticking. Time itself seemed to have stopped. You were deeply disturbed, but you just had to go home. Maybe it was all a dream.

You lay in bed that night, sleeping peacefully, having a real dream, and Minho’s shadowy figure stands next to you, staring at your body, wishing it was him sharing that space next to you. A chill runs down your spine, forcing you awake in a cold sweat as Minho leaves through the window, unknown to you. You just thought you were having a nightmare.

I know I can’t be with her, but a demon can dream, right?

[amorousadepti]

❈ flood in my heart (childe x reader)

another belated birthday fic, this time for dear rat boy (*￣▽￣)b honestly did not expect to fall so hard for this bastard but here we are!! he’s an absolute fave and im not ashamed. actually Would have gotten this one out at the right time but my internet decided to quit on me so :^) sorry 

summary: childe has plans for you on his birthday. you have plans of your own. the day takes a turn neither of you expect, but you’re not complaining (gn!reader, no pronouns or anatomy descriptions)

warnings: loosely-described fight scene, vague violence, childe being childe

length: 2.7k

The letter is delivered first thing in the morning, sitting on your tray of breakfast and propped against your steaming teacup.

You take your time before opening it. When your belly is pleasantly full with crab roe tofu and you're sipping from your third cup, you finally deign to lift the plain envelope from the tray, studying it intently. Though it bears no name, you already have an idea of the sender; you'd never admit it, but you've been anticipating this day for a while. 

Your suspicions are proved correct when you slit the envelope and find a letter written in Childe's familiar chicken-scratch scrawl. It no longer occurs to you to wonder how he knew where you were staying - by now, you know that if Childe wants to find you, he will. Munching idly on a crisp lotus flower, you consider the invitation. 

If you have no special plans, how about you swing by my place? 

Was it just wishful thinking, or was he—

You shake the thought from your head, taking another emphatic bite of lotus crisp. The day is still young. You have plenty of time to bathe, dress, and then make your way to Liuli Pavilion. 

(And if you spend just a little more time than usual on your appearance, making sure to spray the perfume he'd once impulsively bought you on each pulse point - well, that's no one's business but yours.)

"Comrade!" Comes the customary greeting once you finally wander into the Pavilion. Childe bounds up to you with a vibrant grin, sweeping you into an embrace that lifts you onto the tips of your boots. "I was hoping you would come!" 

You hum, leaning into his embrace and desperately fighting the instincts that tell you to bury your face in the crook of his neck and breathe deep in his familiar scent - saltwater and cold iron and the warm musk of his skin. You allow yourself to indulge only for a few seconds, then step back to a respectful distance (though Childe, disregarding the memo, follows and keeps an arm linked with yours.) 

"Happy birthday, Chi—"

"Ah, ah, ah!" He wags a finger at you, a cheeky smile playing on his lips. "It's my birthday, comrade - the least you can do is call me by my name, no?" 

"Happy birthday, Ajax." You squeeze his hand, his fingers moving to twine with yours. "And many happy returns." 

Childe beams at you, a faint glimmer in the usually dull blue of his eyes as he starts to pull you after him. "Now, I did say I have some plans for you—" 

"You don't want your gift first?" The way he whirls on his heel, clearly thrilled at the prospect of being lavished with gifts, is... endearing. You raise the bag in your free hand, wiggling it tantalizingly. "It comes in a few parts, actually."

"You spoil me, comrade," he simpers, unsubtly trying to swipe for your bundle of treasures and pouting when you withdraw. You roll your eyes in fond exasperation, pulling out the first part of your gift: a small white box that fits in your palm, bound with a delicate blue ribbon. 

"Open this first." You don't even need to tell him, really - he's quick to snatch the little box from your hand, though you notice he takes surprising care in untangling the ribbon. His expression softens when he holds your gift in his palm, rolling the little white whale between his fingers as he studies every intricately carved detail.

"It's made from a whale's tooth, too," you blurt, suddenly desperate to fill the silence. "It's from Inazuma - the merchant said she only had a few left, managed to snag them before the border closed. I thought of you when I saw it. Thought maybe it could be a good luck charm or something." 

"Coming from you, it has to be lucky," Childe says, reaching out to squeeze your shoulder. He tucks the carving into a little pocket (just over his heart) and pats the spot where it rests gently, his smile small but honest. "Thank you. I'll take good care of this." 

You clear your throat, averting your eyes as you thrust the rest of the bag at him. "These, too."  

He peers inside, and you watch his brow furrow as he studies your prizes: an array of shackles and chaos cores and a few jars of slime concentrate to boot. The fruits of many battles, compiled over the past two months. Comprehension dawns quickly, his hands clenching into fists around the rucksack as he glances up to meet your eyes. 

"That bow of yours could use an upgrade, right? Especially if you want any chance of beating me today," you say demurely, a faint smile pulling at your lips. "Once you're done, meet me at the Golden House. But don't expect me to take it easy on you just because it's your birthday." 

The smile that curls his lips is nothing short of bloodthirsty. It makes your heart flutter. "I wouldn't dream of it, Comrade!" 

The sound of his laughter follows you through the streets, spurring you onward. Sneaking past the Millelith is easy enough - this is far from your first time, after all. Honestly, you're pretty sure none of them are willing to deal with the hassle of you and your Fatui opponent. You slip through the great door with only the faintest creak, stretching to loosen up your muscles as you amble down the sloping stairs to the center of the floor. Your favorite battlefield. 

You're still stretching casually when the hair on the back of your neck prickles, carefully honed instincts suddenly crying danger! You call your sword as you stand straight, rising just in time to bat away the Hydro arrow that would have caught you in the right shoulder. Droplets of water splatter your face, a cool spray that sets your nerves ablaze with anticipation. Your blood pumps quick as Childe steps into view, Vision glowing at his hip. 

"Oh, comrade," he sighs, almost dreamily. "You really do know just what I like!" 

His voice is drowned beneath a cacophony of water as he launches himself at you, barely giving you enough time to raise your shield before he crashes into it with a splash. Your muscles strain, a fine tremble in your limbs betraying the force of his blow. Your heart pounds with excitement, a grin twisting your lips in answer to his eager smile. 

He leaps back, dodging a slash from your dagger, and knocks you off balance with a Hydro attack to your knees that sends you staggering back. "Don't worry, I'll be sure to cook you a hearty meal after I beat you." 

"Don't get cocky, now," you huff, finding your feet. You move together in a predatory circle, each waiting for the other to strike. "You haven't beaten me yet."

"True! Which will make my victory today all the more special," he chirps, bouncing a little on his heels with glee. "Do I get another gift if I win?" 

"So greedy, Ajax," you breathe, digging your heels in as you weather another rapid onslaught of arrows. "The pleasure of my company isn't enough for you?" 

"I can think of more ways to indulge in your company, dear comrade," he purrs when your blade locks with a ridge of his bow, leaning close over your crossed weapons. His tongue, hot and quick, licks a trail across your cheekbone. 

You lash out with a sloppy swing of your blade, striking only air as the Harbinger leaps back with a gleeful cackle, twisting on his feet so he can fire another shot at you. You roll nimbly out of its path, grimacing as you scrub at your cheek with the back of your hand. 

Oh, you definitely won't be making this easy for him. 

It's impossible to tell how much time passes in the Golden House; whenever you're here with him, it's like the world reduces to only you and Childe, the clash and tangle of your bodies across the hallowed floor. It could be hours or only minutes. Whatever the case, you're both panting, dripping sweat, and sore by the time you see an opening in his guard, launching yourself towards him for the decisive blow. 

Except— 

His bow clatters to the ground, discarded from limp fingers. Childe stands still and quiet, arms hanging at his sides, and the expression on his face as he watches you charge, blade-first, is like nothing you've ever seen from him before. 

You lower your sword, your boots skidding on the floor - but not fast enough to stop your collision, and you faceplant into Childe's chest with a grunt. One arm wraps around your waist, holding you close; the other finds the wrist of your sword arm, extended carefully behind you. For a moment, it feels like an embrace, just as warm and affectionate as the one you'd shared with him earlier. 

Then he twists your arm hard enough that you cry out, your sword falling to the ground with a clang, and the next thing you know, you're flat on your back, Childe's hands encircling your wrists to pin you in place. 

The puff of each exhale fans over your lips, his narrow chest heaving as the two of you catch your breath. You test his grip and find it unyielding, strong as shackles. Childe watches you writhe beneath him with a quiet intensity that both unsettles and thrills you, something about the glint in his eyes making your heart turn over in your chest. Somehow, it feels as though you've lost much more than a friendly spar. 

"My," he chuckles finally, though his grasp on your wrists remains like iron. "I have to be honest, I wasn't sure whether you would stop!" 

You toss your head, glaring up at him without much heat. "That was a dirty trick." 

"I know," he says, releasing one arm to tenderly brush the hair away from your sweat-slick forehead. You don't take advantage of the moment of weakness. He does not apologize. That's good - you think you'd be more annoyed if he said sorry without meaning it. "But it seems that it's my win, comrade." 

You sigh through your nose, exasperated but unwilling to fight. "That it is." 

He hums quietly, still studying you with that strange look - you feel oddly naked, pinned beneath his gaze. The hand that remains around your wrist squeezes gently, gloved thumb grazing your pulse point; you try to restrain a shudder, but from the way his eyes sharpen, you doubt you succeed. 

"Now, now..." He sighs in a show of exaggerated thoughtfulness. "What should my next gift be?"  

You grumble something vaguely along the lines of not having agreed to another gift. Childe ignores you steadfastly, snapping his fingers in realization. "How about a kiss?" 

You snort, prepared to brush the request off as another bit of harmless flirting, but the look in his eyes is not one of jesting. Your mouth suddenly feels dry, and you wet your lips with your tongue before you speak again. The way his cobalt eyes flicker to watch your mouth does nothing to help your focus. "Seriously?" 

"Why not?" He says, shrugging as though he hasn't just knocked your world off-kilter. Your mouth opens, but before you can speak, you feel his fingers caress your jaw, his thumb resting on the pad of your lower lip. The leather is blessedly cool; you feel feverish in comparison. He's looking at you like he could swallow you whole, and you think you would let him. "A kiss from my most beloved comrade... now that's a gift I would really treasure."

You inhale, a ragged, gasping thing that sounds more post-coital than post-battle, and lay still beneath his hand. The thought that you have yet to actually respond fails to occur to your fogged brain - until suddenly the contact is gone, the loss of his touch echoing in your chest, and something in Childe's expression wavers before he's sitting up, a smile that doesn't reach his eyes on his lips. He's shutting himself off from you. Again.

"Ah, well, it was only a jo—mmph!"

Huh. If you'd known a kiss was all it took to stop his rambling, you might've given into your desires earlier. 

His lips are a bit chapped but pleasantly warm against yours, and his breath smells surprisingly sweet - it seems you weren't the only one indulging in Liyue's traditional snacks today. He hadn't been prepared for you to pull him down, and for a breathless moment his full weight rests upon you; there's a guilty exhilaration in feeling the length of him pressed against you, his long legs tangled with yours and strands of his hair tickling your cheeks. Your fingers knot tightly in his red scarf, holding him so close you think you can feel the pounding of his heart in your own chest. When your tongue flicks against the plush of his bottom lip, he moans sweetly, a shudder wracking his lithe frame as he opens for you, a gloved hand cupping your cheek. You taste blood in his mouth and can't tell whether it's yours or his. The thought excites you, your heart hammering as your blood grows hot. 

A strand of saliva, tinted pink with blood, connects your mouths when Childe pulls away with a ragged gasp. His lips are swollen from your kiss, a deep flush coloring his cheeks to the tips of his ears, and his eyes are wide and startled. They almost—

Shine. 

"Comrade!" Childe exclaims, reeling back on his heels. You've never seen him so... off-balanced, his hands twitching helplessly in the air. You decide you like him this way. "H-How bold of you!" 

You blink, lazily propping yourself up on your elbows. "You were the one that asked for a kiss in the first place." 

He seems to fluster even more at the reminder, hiding his mouth behind his wrist. "I didn't think you'd actually do it!" 

"Aw, Ajax," you coo. Much to your delight, the blush on Childe's cheeks grows even darker, a red glow creeping down his neck. "Is the big bad Harbinger flustered all because of a little kiss? What would Scara say if he saw you like this?"

Childe grimaces. "Don't mention him right now, please." 

You laugh, loudly, until Childe's hands clamp down on your shoulders, pinning you to the ground once again. Your breath stutters as you look up at him, finding him watching you intently; that same strange, searching look as before, but mixed with something darker. 

Hungrier. 

"You should be more careful, offering a gift like that so freely," he murmurs - a breathless purr like you've never heard before, the promise of danger in his voice making your thighs clench. One hand moves to gently nudge the band of your shirt off your shoulder, the brush of his fingers against your bared skin sending your nerves sparking. "I might want you to give me even more."

The words spill from your lips easily, without thinking. "Then take more." 

Childe stares down at you wordlessly. He's barely breathing, lashes fluttering when you reach out and catch his hand, slipping your fingers under the tight line of his glove until you can peel it off his fingers. He says your name, soft and wondering. 

"You said that this was a gift you'd treasure..." You guide him to the tie of your blouse. Unprompted, his fingers curl around the loose knot. "So make sure to take good care of me, Ajax." 

Your blouse falls open with a gentle tug, and Childe falls upon you, locking your lips in a messy kiss as his hands roam your body wildly, seeking out every scrap of bare skin he can find. You're pulled onto your knees to straddle his lap as he sits back and pulls you atop him, breaking from your mouth to trail bruising bites down the length of your throat. The force of his desire crashes down upon you like a wave, filling your lungs with only him. 

You're glad to drown. 

[coraskeeper]

⇢ 𝗺𝗵𝗮 𝗳𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗼𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝘀𝗵𝘆 𝗳𝗲𝗺! 𝘀/𝗼 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝗯𝘂𝗻𝗻𝘆 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗿𝗸

↳ 𝗳𝘁: 𝗿𝘂𝗺𝗶, 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗮, 𝗷𝗶𝗿𝗼𝘂, 𝗳𝗲𝗺! 𝗽𝗼𝗰 𝘀/𝗼

 ↳ 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗯𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗰 𝗻𝘀𝗳𝘄 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗺𝗵𝗮 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹𝘀 𝗶𝗱 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗼𝘆 𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗯𝗱𝗲, 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳

↳ 𝘄𝗰: 𝟭.𝟱𝗸 𝘄𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗽𝘀

𝐑𝐮𝐦𝐢 𝐔𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐦𝐚

being that she herself has a bunny quirk she instantly falls in love with you

will openly court you to let everyone else know that you’re hers

she's super open with skinship and unless you tell her you don’t like it she’ll do it no matter who’s around

intimate hugs, randomly groping you, kisses, pet names, etc.

she thinks you’re so small and cute compared to her

calls you cute nicknames like “ bunny “, “ carrot “, “ mommy’s good girl “

she likes giving you piggy back rides and likes it when you scratch her ears too

thinks its the cutest thing when you get embarrassed and you curl into yourself so innocently

just makes her want to ruin you more and more every time

loves feeding you and giving you presents bc she wants to see you well fed and happy

she rubs your ears a lot in tons of situation, if you're sad, uncomfortable, did a good job at something or even if you guys are just simply chilling doing nothing at all

when you guys first starting dating she wouldn’t touch your tail bc she didn't want to make you uncomfortable bc she knows how shy you are

now now now, the first time she found out her sensitive your tail was, oh lord

you just released the demon inside of this woman

buys you a pretty collar with rumi’s bunny written on it and a pretty bow on the back

NSFW WARNING BELOW!

“ you like it when mommy touches you here, don't cha carrot? “

this woman has a mommy kink, no other opinions are valid

loves loves loves giving you hickeys all over

rubs your ears after you come down from hard orgasms

loves to softly degrade you too

“ look at this slutty hole, dripping for me “  

“ look at you, spreading yourself for me waiting for me to breed you like the pretty slut you are “

breeding kink, i said what I said

rubs your tail when she pegs you from behind bc she knows how much you like it when she does

“ look at you taking my cock like the obedient little breeding bitch you are “

rumi calling you a breeding bitch i-  

her favorite is doggy style with your hands tied behind your back while she rails you from behind while she pulls on your collar

will s p a n k you and makes you count too

literally humps you like a bunny in heat

she won't require you to pleasure her back bc she just wants to take care of you but if you do she’ll praise you the whole time

let her roughly fuck your face while your in nothing but some skimpy white lingerie you can see your brown nipples through, a collar, and some thigh highs

has SO much stamina

also likes good ol missionary with your knees pressed into your chest while cry and drool for her

“ that’s right, cum for me bunny “

loves making you ride her face or 69ing with you on top, she knows your shy and your embarrassed and vulgar expressions make it soooo much more watching you writhe in pleasure for her

will make you ride her, and won't help you at all bc she's a big meanie and she loves to watch you struggle to impale yourself on her fake cock while you gush all over her thighs

if you try and ride her and she thinks you’re going to slow, she’ll fuck you with the powerful pretty ass legs and ruin you from under you

she’s so rough with you and leaves bruises everywhere but she’s never so rough to the point she hurts you

when you cum she rubs your ears and tells you how good you did

“ that’s my good girl “ ugh

will clean you up and carry you around everywhere, gives you her clothes to sleep in

if you fall asleep right after your bath, shell dress you, put on your bonnet for you, and make you something to eat while you rest

i will let this woman destroy me pls i got so carried away I-

𝐉𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐮 𝐊𝐲𝐨𝐤𝐚

she literally adores your cute ass floppy ears

literally takes pictures of your ears and tails and face and shows everyone and adores it when you get embarrassed

she’s so sweet to you just buys you any and everything

writes you cute ass songs

bc you’re so shy she’s always going to ask before she touches you

consent consent consent

when you get uncomfortable around a large group of people and she sees your ears lay flat on top of your head, will subtly pull you aside to a quiet place

calls you things like “ my muse “ or “ darling “

she understands that you don’t like loud things bc of how sensitive your ears are being that she herself has sensitive ears too bc of her quirk

when you can’t sleep or have nightmares she’ll sing to you and gently scratch behind your ears

studies up on your anatomy bc she wants to know as much about you as possible

will teach you how to play her acoustic guitar bc she knows it won’t be too loud for your sensitive ears

she loves how your ears just sit perfectly in the middle of your curls you just look so pretty

she likes it when you wear bright colors that contrast her own wardrobe

NSFW WARNING BELOW!!

she might seem like she’s pretty chill but in bed i believe that kyoka is a mean ass lazy dom

she makes you work for your orgasms and she will edge and punish you

“ go faster or you wont get to cum at all “

she likes watching you desperately grind your sweet cunt onto her thigh or against her own arousal

likes to eat you out from behind or play with your cunt in front of a mirror

she lovesssss playing with your brown nipples and if you’re insecure about them she will casually take time out of her day just to appreciate them

shower sex shower sex shower sexxxxx

likes seeing you all wet and the water falling off your body just turns her on

mirror sex with jirou ugh

she loves spreading you open in front of a mirror and lazily fingering you until your crying and dripping all over you, her, and the bedsheets from the overstim

“ don’t be a crybaby, you can take more can't you, darling? “

she tugging on your tail when you cum bc she knows how sensitive it is and she loves hearing you moan loud for her but will be so mean to you about it

“ shut your mouth “

will smack your cute ass while she ruthlessly grinds into you and calls you names

“ you want everyone to hear how loud you are don't you slut “

will edge you until you cry and won't let you cum until there are tears streaming down your face and your begging her for release

“ only good girls get to cum, not selfish sluts “

she will probably call you names when you cum too lol

after care is 10/10 tho

she makes it up to you for being mean and buys you ice cream after she bathes you

sings to you and gives you snacks and ear rubs

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐀𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐨

she is a very sociable person, she loves to interact with others and make friends while you on the other hand are super introverted and stays to yourself

everyone is surprised when you too start to go out bc you are polar opposites

will never shut up about you after that

“ yeah, that cute lil bunny over there.. that's my girlfriend “

calls you things like “ babe “, “ bun “, and “ love “

shows everyone cute pictures of you she took off guard and rubs your ears when you get mad at her for embarrassing you  

she wont do anything you dont like and will always ask what your comfortable with and is constantly asking if you're too overwhelmed when your out somewhere

she loves your quirk and she thinks its so cute

she will buy you cute skirts and cuts hole out of the back of them just to see your cute little tail pop out the back

will hold your hand no matter where you are so you don't get lost or feel too uncomfortable

she hates when your sad or feeling insecure and uncomfortable around others bc your ears droop on top of your head and she hates how lifeless they look

she likes buying you cute ribbons to tie around the base of your ears

matching pjs and disney movies anyone?

likes seeing you in frilly pink things and pretty chokers

she's a people pleaser so anything you want, if it's in her ability to give it to you trust me you’ll have it

NSFW WARNING BELOW!!

she isn't mean to you as your dom bUT she is SO unashamedly vulgar

she will say the nastiest things to you with an innocent smile on her face while she wrecks you

“ look at how your pussy just clenches for me, how cute “  

likes to make you look when she plays with you

the biggest tease

“ don't be embarrassed love, i love when your pussy sucks my fingers and tongue in like that “

it is her mission to make you squirt every single time you have sex

likes to make you eat her out on your knees while you play with yourself under her

she is a BITER she loves to bite you everywhere

tugs on your ears when she fucks your face and calls you a good bunny when you make her cum

“ look at my good girl, you look so pretty with my cum all over your face, love “

please wear thigh highs and garters for her, she will worship you

loves the inside of your mouth, she’ll stick her fingers in your mouth and then make you talk to her while she fingers the hell out of you

“ aw bun, look at how stupid im fucking you “

toys toys toys!!

loves using all types of vibrators on you

she isn't as mean to where she'd edge you, she hates not giving you what you want but she will always overstim you

“ look love, you came so much the bed is soaking “

“ look at the mess your gushing cunt made “

she will embarrass you any chance she gets

she also likes mutual masturbation

watching you get off to watching her get off? i think tf yeah

sits you on her lap so she can fucking you with the vibrator on the highest setting while playing with your tail

will have a normal conversation with you like she’s not literally ruining your insides and will tease you when you cant respond to her without moaning and whimpering

“ what was that babe? I can't understand anything you're saying, speak up “ 

loves seeing your ears and nose twitch when you cum

cuddles you and runs a warm bath for you both

gives you soft massages bc she knows how sore you’ll be afterwards

puts on your matching bonnets and makes you breakfast the next morning

aftercare queen yess

[mxchellesworld]

umm hello?? your fics are so good !! could you do top jj x fem? thank u & take your time :))

hello my love, thank you so much!!

of course i went to twitter for a bit of inpso and reference lolz butttt we all know jj would be a soft mommy dom and i am here to further prove my point - it makes me think of the scene from season 1 which i kind of quote. also for the sake of this fic we are ditching mr.subtitles, hope you enjoy!

warnings; smut, fingering, use of the name mommy, praise, light choking

***

after a successful case the team had decided it was time for a night out. everyone, including spencer, was ready for a drink and a few hours of unwinding. you all pulled up to the place around the corner from headquarters and sat yourselves down in a booth. 

the only presence you cared about was that of the the blonde next to you. ever since you joined there was a sort of tension between you two. the girls had invited you to a night of drinking at penelope’s where you found out about her divorce a few months before you started working with them. 

you felt a little bad about the crush you harbored for her but once emily brought up jj getting back into the dating scene to which she agreed she was ready, suddenly you wanted all her attention. so you did your best to subtly flirt with her (mostly staring at her across the room. which everyone had called you out on). 

now she wasn’t stupid. far from it. she was an amazing profiler but it took less skills than that to notice the way you bit your lip whenever she was giving input on a case. or when she would put her hand on your lower back as she walked passed you, loving the little whine you tried to hide. 

so that led you to where you were at the moment. being a few drinks in her hand slipped down onto your thigh. you looked at her and noticed the ends of her pink lips quirk up into a smile she hid behind her glass. 

as the night continued everyone was getting more and more rowdy. you decided to slow down on the drinks, since you didn’t drive you wanted to make sure you got home instead of waking up with a stranger unknowingly. 

jj’s hand stayed planted on your leg. her thumb rubbing small circles as she talked across the table. she would inch higher and watch as your breath caught in your throat then lower it back down. you tried to hold back a cough but ended up spitting out a little of your drink, coughing even more. 

“hey y/n you feeling alright?” spencer called from across the able. 

jj put her hand on your forehead, “yeah you’re burning up. let me get you home.” 

you saw the sparkle in her light blue eyes and nodded hoping you were reading the right signals. 

“aw mommy to the rescue,” morgan called with a chuckle. 

“mommy?”

you saw a blush spread across her cheeks as she helped you up. she pulled out a 20 dollar bill and placed it on the table to cover for your drinks. wishing everyone a goodnight they bid you farewell and told you to rest and feel better.

the cool night air felt refreshing on your flushed skin, the heat was definitely not from a fever though. you heard the beeps of her car unlocking and slid into the passenger side. once she got in and closed her door she took your face in her hands. 

her eyes scanned your face as she let her thumb rub on your bottom lip, “you’ve wanted me for so long, haven’t you baby?”

you didn’t trust your voice to respond so you nodded in her grasp, “you want mommy to take care of you?”

you gasped and swallowed forcing yourself to let out the words, “yes please.”

then she let you go as if nothing had happened. she buckled in her seatbelt and started the car wordlessly. you buckled up as well and watched as her hands played with the dials on the radio. 

soft music played while you watched her slim fingers tap on the steering wheel imaging what they would feel like if she had let them slide further in between your thighs. 

you let your mind run wild, so much that you didn’t realize you were outside of your apartment complex until the car stopped. she shifted the gear to park and turned her body to look at you. 

“would you like to come in?” you asked licking your lips. 

she smiled again as if nothing had happened, “sure thing y/n/n.”

the tension was palpable as you made your way up the elevator. you swayed back and forth on your heels as you would catch a glimpse of her from the corner of your eye. once the door opened she let you walk out first, leading the way. but she took the opportunity to put her hand on the small of your back, noticing the shiver she sent down your spine. 

you fished the keys out of your jacket pocket and tried not to struggle getting it in the lock, not wanting to waste anymore time. you opened the door and set your keys in the little bowl. it was the only thing you were able to do before she had you pinned against your door. 

her hands were planted on your hips, caressing you over your pencil skirt and button down top. you let out a deep breath as her lips connected to the soft skin of your neck. 

“i wanna make you feel so good tonight baby. will you let me do that?”

“y-yes please,” you let out with a whimper as she bit on your ear. 

“yes who?”

“yes mommy.”

“good girl. lets take this to your bedroom, hm. i want you to be comfortable when i fuck you. is that alright princess?”

a small ‘mhm’ was the only thing you could let out before you led her to your bedroom by the hand. you clicked on a light switch which turned on a lamp in the corner, emitting a soft glow. she gently put her hand on your cheek silently asking for permission to go any further. with a gentle nod she pressed her lips to yours. 

the butterflies in your tummy were going crazy after finally getting what you wanted. after months of longing. you moaned at the taste of her strawberry chapstick and the way her hands reached for the zipper on the back of your skirt. 

she walked over to the end of your bed, only leaving your lips to take a seat. she looked up at you through her long lashes, pulling down the zipper and tugging the skirt down your legs. you stepped out of it and kicked off your heels tossing them to a corner of your room. 

her hands reached up and started unbuttoning the shirt you had on. you could feel yourself shivering in anticipation under her gaze. she had barley kissed you and you were sure you had soaked through your panties. 

once she pushed the shirt off of your frame she let her hands travel over each inch and curve of your body, letting out hums of approval. she pulled you onto her lap and pressed her lips back to yours. her hands grabbed onto your hips and started to help you grind against her. 

jj was the only thing swimming in your brain. her kisses topped with the faint touches and the smell of her perfume were intoxicating. your head fell back as she let her lips trail down your neck. your hips never seizing in order to gain the friction you wanted. 

you felt her fingers easily pop the clasp of your bra and slide it down your arms. she pulled away and took in the sight of you breathless and almost naked on top of her. the only leaving you bare compared to her fully clothed figure was the tiny cloth between your legs. 

“you’re so pretty, honey.”

you whined, “please touch me jennifer. i want you so bad, please.”

she pecked your lips then tapped your thigh for you to stand again. her head nodded for you to lay back on your bed. you climbed over to rest your head against the plush pillows, watching as she started to get rid of her own clothes. 

she swiftly pulled off her long sleeve, leaving her in a navy blue bra. next she kicked off her heels and went to unbutton her jeans. your legs rubbed against each other as you caught sight of the matching thong she had on. 

she made her way over to you and put her hands on your bent knees, opening them apart so she could slot her herself in place. she reached for the sides of your panties, pulling down the final article of clothing. you felt your cheeks heat up at her gaze on your dripping center. she leaned forward to press kisses from your stomach to your chest, letting her hand dip into your pussy. 

you let out a moan at her nimble fingers collecting your arousal before spreading it over your folds again. 

“please mommy, want your fingers,” you said pulling her lips closer to yours. 

“aw let me give my needy girl what she wants then,” she said pecking your chin. 

she let her middle finger plunge into your cunt, expertly curling it, trying to reach your g-spot. your eyes rolled to the back of your head, basking in the pleasure she was giving you. 

she watched as your eyes shut closed and your mouth fell open letting out mewls of her name. 

“more,” you whimpered out, pleading for her to add another finger. 

she happily complied, adding in her ring finger and admiring you body as it writhed searching for release. 

“you’re doing so well pretty girl. i know you wanna cum on my fingers. go ahead baby, cum for me,” she said as her unoccupied hand wrapped around your neck. 

you let out a load moan from the added pressure. it was light but had you fuzzy on the edge of release. you frantically rocked your lips, meeting her fingers as you rode your high. her thumb started circling your stiff clit and spurred your orgasm. 

“jennifer fuck! oh god mommy, im cumming,” you all but screamed out. 

“that’s it princess, get loud for me.”

the noises slipping from your lips were most likely going to piss off your neighbors but you could care less. the waves of ecstasy flowing through you clouded your mind. you were only focused on the blonde above you. 

her fingers stilled inside you as you slowly came down. she pulled them out and you reached for her hand, taking the digits in your mouth as you kept eye contact licking them clean. 

she pulled them away and leaned down to meet you in a heated kiss, moaning at the taste of your own arousal on your tongue. you flipped her over so you were now on top of her. you slid down pressing kisses down her toned stomach. 

“let me make you feel good mommy.’ 

[jjungkookislife]

IM TAKING MY CHANCE FOR A DRABBLE ON MR AND MRS JEON THE HOTTEST POWER DUO GIMME THAT MARRIED LIFE GLIMPSE 🌚

Mr. and Mrs. Jeon (M)

warnings: pregnancy, mention of morning sickness, nausea, fatigue, anxiety, jk is worried something may happen to you or his child during pregnancy/birth, light smut,

“You’re being ridiculous,” you sigh as your hand rests on your stomach. Jungkook’s eyes trail over your body, stopping on the slight curvature of your body.

“Look, I just want both my babies safe.” Jungkook sighs as he plants his hand on your stomach. You roll your eyes at him, “I’m not fragile now that your baby is growing inside me.”

Jungkook licks his lips, looking at your stomach that’s growing with his child, “I’m not saying you need to stay home... just tone it down.”

“Jungkook...” you start, licking your lips. “I have to work.”

“I know, but I worry the stress will be bad for the baby. I want both of you healthy,” Jungkook pouts.  He didn’t want to stop you from working, but he also didn’t want you stressing over your workload.

“I’m okay, Kook.  Trust me, if I wasn’t confident in working while pregnant, I’d tell you.  Now, come help me get these reports done. I’m tired of pushing them off because I have morning sickness (ha! it lasts all day!) and this fatigue. I can’t let the company spiral down the drain because I’m pregnant. I won’t allow it.”

“Sure, baby. Let me look at the reports,” Jungkook states as he takes the papers off your hands. You sit back, letting him read through them as your hand absentmindedly rubs your stomach, day dreaming of your future with your husband.

“What do you want to name our baby?” you ask as you rub your stomach.  Jungkook pauses, brows raised as he stares at you, “What?”

“What would you name our baby?” you repeat as you look down at your stomach.

“I don’t know,” Jungkook answers honestly.

“Hmm,” you hum, nodding before you turn back to your paperwork.

“Baby....?”

“What?” you answer, harsher than you meant to.

“Hey, I’m not against you at all. I just worry you’re putting too much on your plate when you’re carrying our child.” Jungkook admits, bashfully as he looks away.

“You know I’d never do anything to put us in danger...” you sigh, hands running through your hair as Jungkook paces back and forth in your office.

“I know... I just worry. What if something goes wrong? What if I can’t save you both...?”

“Jungkook...” you wrap him up in your arms. “We’re okay. You don’t need to worry about us at all. We’re okay,” you assure as you hug him close. Jungkook nods, kissing the top of your head.  

~

Jungkook pushes his worries aside as your pregnancy continues and you move him up from driver to personal assistant. If he had more experience, you’d move him up higher, but there’s little to be done about that.  

“Can you stop staring at me?” you ask as you take a seat in your chair, your stomach protruding farther than you ever thought.

“No,” Jungkook answers as he walks closer to you.  You roll your eyes, “I know we’re married, but we need some boundaries at work.”

“We have boundaries.” Jungkook rolls his eyes as he stares at the curvature of your stomach. He licks his lips, “isn’t it enough that I’m not buried balls deep inside you right this moment?”

“Mr. Jeon!”

“Mrs. Jeon!” Jungkook calls back, rolling his eyes. “That’s not gonna get you anywhere. I don’t care if we’re at work, I’ll bend you over the desk and fuck you.”

“Jungkook,” you gasp, hand over your chest. Jungkook chuckles. “Please, we both know that’s an act.  It’s not going to work on me... not this time.”

You pout, rolling your eyes as you excuse yourself for the rest of the day. Jungkook blinks, following you, stepping into the elevator with you at his side. Your new driver lingers at the opposite corner of the elevator as you step into your awaiting car, followed by Jungkook.

“Look,” Jungkook sighs, carding a hand through his locks. “I just want you safe. You and the baby... I worry.”

You turn to face him, your hand cupping his face. His eyes meet yours, his worry clear in them as you press your lips against his. 

Jungkook presses his forehead against yours once the kiss ends, his hands on your hips. Your hand moves to his chest, gripping his tie.

The elevator door opens as you lace your fingers with your husband’s stepping out of the elevator. Jungkook squeezes your hand, bringing it to his lips to plant a kiss on it as the car pulls up.

Jungkook opens the door for you, waving away the driver as he gets in after you. He buckles you in, double checking that you are settled in securely before he buckles his own seatbelt.

You smile at him warmly, his palm resting on your stomach. Jungkook is rattled with nerves about becoming a father, beginning from when your tests came back positive shortly after your honeymoon. He was over the moon and then the anxiety hit.  

You notice the frown on Jungkook’s face, your hand resting atop his, “we’re okay, baby. The doctor has not mentioned any worries. Let’s go home and I’ll rest. I won’t look at any reports tonight.”

Jungkook nodded, kissing your temple.

“I love you,” you whisper, meeting his gaze.

“I love you too.”

~

When you arrive home, you keep your promise and rest on the couch with your feet elevated. Jungkook sits on the floor, reports in his hands as you try to peek at them from over his shoulder.

“Baby, I can feel your breath on my neck.” Jungkook turns to see your face a centimeter from his. You smile, pecking his lips as you lie back.  

“I can’t help it. I’m going to be out for a bit when I give birth and the thought of not working... I don’t like it.” Jungkook sets his work down on the coffee table before kneeling at your side.

“I understand,” Jungkook kisses your hand. You bite your lower lip, “I’ve worked so hard to get the company to where it is and I’m elated to be pregnant, to be having a family with you, but I also love my work. What if it comes crumbling down while I’m gone?” 

Jungkook listens to your worries, he understands though. He truly does.  

“The company will be in excellent hands while you’re home with our baby. I’ll be home too, but I can go check in or we can have meetings over video chat. Whatever it is you need, I will guarantee that it is done, my love. You can count on me with this, with our baby, with everything, baby. I love you so much, more than anything in the world. Everything will be okay.” Jungkook kisses your cheek, his hand on your stomach.  

You can feel tears well up in your eyes. You blink them away, but you sniffle and Jungkook offers you a warm smile.

“But I will continue to work at 100% until I deem that I can no longer,” you state, and Jungkook nods in agreement.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way... but for tonight, you are mine and I am yours.” Jungkook presses his lips against yours, his hand cupping your face as he deepens the kiss. When a moan of his name escapes your lips, he pulls you closer.

Before long, you’re writhing beneath him on the couch. Your nails dragging down his back, his dulcet moans muffled in your neck as his thrusts rock your frame.

You spend the day in Jungkook’s arms, sleep overtaking you shortly after.  Jungkook unravels himself from you, assuring you’re asleep before he begins to look over the reports once again. He wants to prove that he is capable of helping, of being what you need him to be to help ease your worries.  

~

Days later, in a meeting room, Jungkook stands to side as everyone awaits your arrival.  He grins rather proudly when you walk in wearing a white suit and heels that compliment your legs nicely. The curve of your stomach is prominent, and it makes Jungkook’s heart flutter in his chest.

The way you command a room upon your entrance enthralls him. He loves watching you from afar, loves the way you lead the room with no hesitation and full of confidence.  

Your eyes meet your husband’s, his reassuring smile getting you through the meeting, and it is soon over and you’re in his arms once again.  

“You were wonderful,” Jungkook says as he takes your files from your hands and walks with you to your office.  

“You think so? These meetings are always a headache.” You sigh as you take a seat in your chair and kick your heels off before putting your feet up on your desk.

“You alway do so well, love. How are you feeling?” Jungkook asks as he sits on the edge of your desk, his hands rubbing your feet.

You sigh in content, moaning softly at his touch. 

“I’m tired, more so than usual. I want to keep up normalcy as long as possible. Baby Jeon is a joy but I’m tired more often than not and between fatigue and nausea, it’s a lot.”

Jungkook continues to rub your feet, nodding as he squeezes your sole. You thank him for rubbing your feet before slipping them back in your shoes.

You sigh heavily, “time to get back to it.”

“You can do it, Mrs. Jeon. I’ll have lunch waiting for my babies when you get back,” Jungkook smiles as he helps you to your feet, grabbing the files in one hand and lacing your fingers together with his other hand.

“No pickles,” you remind him as your heels click as you make your way to the elevator. 

“No pickles,” Jungkook repeats, remembering the horrifying event that took place last time you’d consumed pickles.

“And no tomatoes. We don’t like them anymore apparently,” you say as you step into the elevator, your hand rubbing your stomach. Jungkook chuckles, shaking his head, “no tomatoes.”

The elevator doors shut and you begin your descent. Jungkook drops to his knees, his face at your stomach. “You’re just giving mommy a hard time, aren’t you? It’s okay, we just want you to be happy and healthy, even if that means no tomatoes or pickles. We love you so much, Baby Jeon.”

“Come on, Mr. Jeon. I’ve got a meeting and you’re gonna make me cry,” you sniffle as he gets up, kissing your cheek as the elevator doors open and he leads you out of it. He places his hand on your lower back, opening the meeting room door for you.

“You’ve got this, baby. I love you.”

“I love you,” you tell him, giving his hand a squeeze before walking into the meeting room, ready to get shit done.

Jungkook smiles proudly as he watches you from afar. That was his wife.

[mustyrosewater]

Could you please write something about Dio going down on the reader. I love your works!

im so glad you like my writing!! i adore our resident goth boy dio, so i’m so happy to be writing this for you angel!!!

word count : 1435

nsfw warning !! : oral (f recieving) dirty talk, etc

you look down at dio with unblinking eyes as he sinks between your legs, the way that he’s looking at you alone is enough to result in your legs beginning to shake. 

the way that he’s staring back at you isn’t helping with the fact that i feels as if it’s news years eve within your stomache.

all of a sudden you feel like a lamb being stared down at by a wolf that was suddenly ready to sink its teeth into your flesh and feast. which, for a lack of a better term, was certainly not far off from what dio was about to do to you. 

“don’t look so scared.” 

his voice, sharp and mischevious, broke you out of the trance his gaze had created. only just now noticing the smirk that had come across his features as he stared up at you, using one of his ring covered hands to grip your thigh tightly.

even if the metal from his rings dug into your flesh, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care as he brought his face closer and closer to your still clothes pussy; continuing to get closer and closer until you could feel his sharp breaths on your flesh. 

leaning your head back, you shut your eyes and let out a quiet whimper, only to be greeted by a harsh squeeze from the hand that was holding your thigh, just enough to make you gasp and look back down at dio, the smirk gone and now replaced with a frown. 

“don’t stop looking at me.” he drawled, only breaking your shared gaze to look down at the sight your panties were so selfishly hiding from him.

hooking his fingers at the top of your panties, he pulled them down harshly and unexpectedly, giving you little to no warning before he did so. 

a first reaction was to close your legs, only to be stopped by dio’s hands on your knees, wrenching them back open so that he could stare upon you in all its glory, not caring for your shyness. 

you couldn’t hide the blush that came to your face as you watched dio stuff the panties into the pocket of his black coat.

“don’t you fucking dare hide from me.” he growled, once again giving your thigh a rough squeeze.

dio had long been responsible for the hand sized bruises on your thighs that you’d been so desperately hiding from your friends and family for so long. bruises that he took pride in, once telling you that they were the markings that let other know that he owned you and that you belonged to him and nobody else.

and you fucking loved it. 

you continued to stare in awe as dio once again brought his face closer to your folds, his breath that had previously made you shiver, now causing you to moan softly as your brow creased and you bit your lip.

your reaction brought yet another smirk across dio’s features as he let his eyes flick up to yours, only to return to your eagerly waiting entrance. 

without a moment longer of hesitation and once again with little warning, dio lunged forward and licked a long stripe through your folds stopping right at the bud at the top of your flesh and taking it within his mouth, showing no mercy as he sucked on it harshly.

you yourself lunged forward, folding your stomach as you cried out and gripped his hair, only for him to use one of his free hands to grip your wrist roughly and place it at your side. you couldn’t hide your frown of disappointment. he never ever played fair. and you weren’t sure he ever would.

his eyes suddenly looked back up at your own, unmoving and unblinking as he made you watch him devour your pussy; he’d said he liked watching the faces you made. 

you couldn’t stop yourself from moving your hips against his mouth, an admittedly involuntary reaction when within seconds he’d already had you writhing under him. 

it was torture not being able to touch him at all, you wanted to run your fingers through his ebony hair, to grip and pull at it like you knew he liked.

the little bit of control you had left was suddenly ripped away from you as he reached his arm across your stomach an held it down, stopping your movement completely.

“ungh, dio, please-”

refusing to listen to your pleas, he only continued to suck on your clit, before moving back down to shove his tongue inside you, effectively beginning to fuck you with his tongue. 

again, you were unable to stop the cries coming out of you, holding your mouth open in an ‘o’ shape as he suddenly went from having you crying out to not being able to make any sound at all. 

as if all of this wasn’t enough, on top of everything, the sounds that he himself was making was enough to make the devil blush. 

the deep moans mixed with the wet slurping sounded borderline animalistic, not helped by the fact that he still had not taken his eyes off of you throughout this entire ordeal. 

“i- fuck”

any and all words you tried to muster only came out as cut off moans or whimpers. being able to render you speechles with his tongue was something dio was proud of and something he did indeed recognize the irony of, missing no chance to tease you about it as often as possible.

you couldn’t help it, you leaned your head back, it was only for a few seconds at best, but dio saw, and as soon as he did, his tongue disappeared from within you, his mouth was taken off of you alltogether. now leaving you feeling significantly more empty.

“what did i fucking say.” 

the fucker. he’d kept his mouth so painfully close it hurt, your flesh pulsing as it felt his breaths, now suddenly longing for what was no longer there.

looking back down, his frown was once again back, showing little to now amusement on his face, only pure seriousness. 

“no, dio please, don’t st-” 

“i told you not to fucking look away, how could i have made myself any clearer.”

any and all rationality had flung itself out the window, not when you were so desperate for anything, any form of friction at all to return to your flesh.

“i won’t look away again i promise, just please don’t fucking stop.” 

he seemed to mull it over, knowing how much it was killing you, taking his sweet time in deciding, all before flashing you another. fucking. smirk.

“i’ll be holding you to that.” 

within seconds, his mouth had returned, rougher and messier than before. he ate your pussy like a man starved, like an animal; it was sending you up into a euphoria, finding yourself rapidly approaching the cliff that was your orgasm, harder and faster than before.

“fuck! dio, baby, please don’t fucking stop!”

your cries and the way you writhed and twitched beneath his hold only prompted him to go even rougher, moving his head back and fourth and growling against your flesh, gripping your hips so hard that you were feeling them start to go numb. 

with a loud and choked cry, you felt yourself beginning to cum right on his tongue, which he quickly began to lap up as if it were the first water he’d seen after a week in the desert.

he didn’t stop, he didn’t slow down; not until you were nearly in tears from the sheer overstimulation of it all. not until you had to physically sit up and push his forehead so he would finally stop. 

as you sat there panting, dio looked up at you and grinned, his chin dripping and shining with your release, looking just as smug and proud as ever.

your heart was thundering in your head as you leaned down to kiss him, feeling little to no shame that you could taste yourself on his tongue; only finding it more enjoyable in the moment. 

continuing to kiss you as he began to climb on top of you; dio wasted no time in beginning to rub the hardness that was his clothed cock against your absolutely wrecked pussy, already having you whimpering against his mouth all over again.

finally breaking away from the kiss, you smiled at one another as you reached down to grip his cock through his leather pants. 

“even stevens.” you joked weakly, your voice croaking from crying out so much.

your words only resulted in a laugh from dio, who let his forehead rest against your collarbone as he laughed before leaning back up to kiss you again. 

[pa-panda-heroes]

im the same anon who sent the pro-hero + league thing and dabi, shiggy, toga 🥺💞💖💖 thank you, lovely.

Enjoy, anoni!! I’m realising my scenarios are aren’t really scenarios, are they?

Strict!Pro-hero!reader being seduced by Dabi, Tomura, and Himiko!

Warning: N/S/FW content. Minors, do NOT interact. Seriously! This is no place for you. (Edit: that means a anyone under 18. That’s the threshold I’ve seen others use, so I’m sticking it’s that.) Note: there are individual warnings for each character so that you know what you’re about to read ^v^b

Dabi:

Warnings- adult content, thigh riding, biting, edging, alcohol mention, swearing

To say that you were known for being cool-headed and strict was a major understatement. You weren’t as popular as All Might, but those who knew you understood you to be a hero who, no matter how any villain taunted or insulted you, was concrete and unbending to their childish games. You went by the book and rarely made exceptions.

And then Dabi entered the picture. Cynical, rough, sardonic as hell, and quite the lawbreaker - and flirt. He’d stir some trouble in the streets, and then dip out when things got sketchy for him. In the midst of doing so, he’d always send some nasty smirk and comment your way. “Some nice legs you got there, doll. They’d look nicer above your head, though,” was his favorite; or perhaps it was your response he vied for so much. Because boy, you wanted to respond. You couldn’t deny the selfish gratification that came of his antics, knowing someone didn’t treat you as a gripey, square of a woman.

But that was the last thought on your mind as you sauntered through an alleyway on your walk home from having harmless fun with your fellow heroes. You hadn’t drank a sip, afraid of trouble spurring and hence your being called in. Your focus was fixated on your phone in your hand as you read the text one of your coworkers sent you.

“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes, babe,” you suddenly hear, and instantly recognize the bastard of a voice. And instantly you feel that familiar throbbing at your core at the sound of it.

You look up from your phone, stone-faced as always, and try to resist the urge to scowl at him. You fail, though. He’s standing not far from you with his hands in his pockets, but it doesn’t look like this encounter was intended. “Don’t call me that,” you warn shakily, only for his smirk to widen and show off his teeth before he closes the gap between you. You elect to swing a fist at him but miss entirely before a blur flashes over your vision and your back hits the hard brick of the alley.

“Why not? We both know you enjoy it,” he snickers, his forearm across the front of your shoulders, his left hand occupied with pinning your wrist to the wall and knee stuck in-between yours. “If you really meant that punch, I wouldn’t have been able to dodge it, right?”

Right.

He even left your other hand free to prove his point.

Your breath is heavy and fluttered as he leans closer. You said nothing, but the fact that your wrist was relaxed in his hold told him everything. You see him smirk again, thereafter his arm leaves your chest so that he could put his thumb under your chin, the rest of his fingers splayed out on your jaw and you gulp. Your eyes fall half-lidded when he leans in close, but he quickly pushes your head back and veers off to the side to suckle at your neck, earning a quiet whine from you. Dabi acknowledges it with an eerie chuckle, to which you nearly respond with suspect before a cry leaves your lips at the sensation of teeth gnashing at your collarbone, the feeling of his chin staples rolling over your skin surprisingly heavenly. He resorts back to suckling and you’re sure he’s leaving at least a few hickies, but you’re too wrapped up in his hands fondling your hips and ass to care. They’re so warm, it’s ecstatic. He’s sweltering hot, unlike the cool wetness settling between your legs.

“Aah, Dabi...!”

You can’t help the whine of your lips or buck of your hips, nor the yelp that results when you unintentionally grind your throbbing core against his thigh. Dabi pulls off of your neck with a pop before he grabs your hips with both hands to pull you closer, encouraging you to ride his thigh. “My leg, ah?” he breathes, his voice more curious than either of you would admit. He leans in towards your ear, hot breath sending a chill down your spine. “Go on, do it,” he demands, his voice a whisper. “Lift that skirt and cum on my thigh, doll.”

You shut your eyes tight and moan at such a filthy command, his husky voice a contributor. Dabi’s too impatient with you to let you move your skirt out of the way as he does it himself, his returned grip on your hips surely to bruise them. You’re able to look down as he guides you, and there’s a clear streak of wetness soaking his pant leg. You shiver at the sight of your arousal, and again when he reaches to move your panties out of the way to let you grind bare against his jeans. You stare at the sight, not having it in you to look away. He must’ve followed your graze, his chest rumbling with a chuckle as you begin to cry out and moan louder. Dabi’s tongue is awfully quick to find and lick at your ear, while his teeth occasionally gnaw at it and pull. You were so pent up, even after a night of fun, it was no surprise your climax was already catching up to you. Your pace gets faster and faster, until that tightened coil-

Doesn’t snap. Dabi retreated his thigh from you and grabs your jaw to force you to look at his simper, earning a pout from you. “Aw, c’mon. Don’t make that face,” he taunts.

“You didn’t really think that’d be it, did you, babe?”

Tomura:

Warnings- adult content, spanking, swearing, orgasm denial

Being an infamously stoic hero had its perks. No one expected you to goof off on talk shows or crack a corny joke in interviews. Everyone liked that you weren’t careless and rambunctious; it just suited you not to be. A downside was being viewed as a “strict, rule-hungry old bag,” though. And you weren’t even old! But because you took being a hero seriously and followed rules, it gave you a public opinion not far off from Endeavor’s.

Getting on the trail of the leader of the League of Villains was a royal pain in the ass, much less staying there. It didn’t help that he seemed to take a special interest in you. There was always a hungry look in his eyes when you faced off, and nearly every time it felt like he’d planned the encounter as if to merely get a glimpse of you.

It wasn’t something you hated. This game of cat and mouse was exhilarating. Constant. Safe. It was a release. The more it happened, the more you thought it was the same way for him.

That theory was confirmed in its entirety when he randomly showed up in your apartment and looked at you as if he’d waited a significant amount of time. On you. You freeze in place after shutting your door, your bag of groceries still in hand as he stares at you from the couch. The silence that falls is thick, and not entirely uncomfortable, but it is unwelcome. You walk over to the kitchen area and set the bag atop the counter, before turning around to see Tomura standing right in front of you, the lack of hands adorning his body confusing you. “Why... are you here?” you ask hesitantly, noting the unconscious clenching of your thighs.

“You wouldn’t make a damn move, so I had to.”

His answer was simple and dry, and you begin to wonder if that meant anything other than what you wanted it to. His intentions are clear when he approaches further, backing you into the counter and caging you with an arm on each side. Tomura just stares at you. It was your turn. That’s how your little game went. And so you jolted forward, latching onto his lips with your own. Your dominance is short-lived, though, as he deepens the kiss when you yelp from his hand smacking against the side of your thigh, his tongue invading your mouth. Tomura’s hands are quick to snake up your shirt and paw at your uncovered breasts, the villain then smirking at the realization that you weren’t wearing a bra while he chuckles at your moan. His fingers pinch your hardening nubs, resulting in your pulling back from his lips and mewling.

His breaths are getting heavy, as are yours. Tomura grabs your arm and spins you around so that your backside is facing him, your ass end poking out at him when he grabs your head and pushes down to bend you over the counter. You glance back at him, but your focus is broken when you feel his hardened cock against your ass. Your whine only encourages him to briskly unbuckle your pants and pull them down, and you half-expect him to grind against you again - but he doesn’t. You begin to push back against him, albeit a hand on the small of your back lunges you forward and you scramble to get a grip on the counter beneath you. Hard to do that on a flat, smooth surface.

“Funny, you’re such a stickler about rules, and yet here you are, trying to make your own,” he jeers, and you swallow thickly. “You can follow a command, can’t you, hero?”

You gulp again and try to writhe in place, only to shriek when a hand lands sharp on your ass cheek as his other hand digs into your back. “Can’t you?” he repeats, and the feeling of your cunt clenching practically resounds throughout your body. You’re soaked, it’s clear. You pant instead of responding, almost sounding like a bitch in heat before another slap sounds against your reddening asscheek and you moan aloud, earning yourself yet another.

“I can!” you nearly scream, white-hot tears prickling the corners of your eyes - either from the pleasure, or the pain, you’re not sure.

“Don’t cum.”

You gasp and glance back at him, lips agape as you felt the pulling down of your panties. All you can see is those dark, red eyes glaring at you like a predator about to devour its prey.

Himiko:

Warnings- adult content, mentions of stalking, biting, oral, slight knife use (your poor panties), swearing, home... invasion?

Note- I’m not sure how old Toga is. Granted that she wears a school uniform and she crushes on Izuku, I’m setting her age to 20 here because I’m really not sure.

Being stalked by villains is not something you’re unfamiliar with. Being called a stone-faced, soulless shell of of a woman is not something you’re unfamiliar with either, a result of the public eye constantly fixated on you. On the contradictory, a grown ass villain flirting with your austere being was something you were quite unused to. Toga Himiko of the League of Villains was always hot on your trail, quick to retreat when noticed yet quick to notice you first. The smile that would crack her lips open was clearly meant for you and for you alone, always used as a flirtatious taunt. It wasn’t uncommon for you to track her down and chase after her, nor was it uncommon for her to track you down and leap after you.

Your game of push-and-pull had been on for a while. She was always so quick to escape no matter the situation, and you couldn’t for the life of you figure out how she did it. Nor could you figure out how the hell she got into your apartment. While you were there. Granted, you were asleep, but still...

She grins at you again in your bedroom doorway, that grin you know well, and seems to fiddle with the belt loop at her shorts, having long since abandoned the school girl schtick. It only worked for so long anyway. “Y/n-chan,” she beams, nearly drooling. “I had a nightmare, can I sleep with you tonight?” Her voice is sweet and lilted, and for a split second you believe her. She still had that sweet and harmless-looking appearance despite being a hardened villain. You lick your lips almost unconsciously, which she takes as an invitation to your bed, except she yanks your bedding off of you unceremoniously to replace it with her body as she straddles your hips.

You stare at her, your hands instinctively going for the sides of her thighs, with which she seems quite pleased as she squeaks at you. “You look so small down there, hero,” she mutters, her grin ear-to-ear. “So cuuute!” Her eyes then narrow almost darkly at you and she cocks her head sideways. “So quiet. Are you still sleepy, hm?”

Her thighs are so plump and sweet that you gulp underneath her while wondering what she’d taste like, but she shakes her head at you. “No, not tonight, lovey.” Himiko leans down and lunges her tongue into your open mouth, your moans mixing together as she does so, albeit yours increases in volume when she palms your breast through your shirt and squeezes before flicking her finger at your hardening nipple. The villain pulls away from you too quickly, sitting up so briskly your head almost spins, as she ignores the trail of saliva that follows. Her hips are adjusted atop you before she grabs the hem of your shirt and brings it up to your mouth. You catch on immediately and comply, biting the fabric into place as she goes to town kissing and licking your sternum between your tits. Golden, sharp eyes never leave yours in the moment, and her mouth feels hot against your skin as you moan. Her groping at your legs only serves to make you more vocal.

The bloodthirsty woman travels down your navel, yet goes right past where you want her most, while your whine is punctuated by the bucking of your hips. Himiko instead elects to suckle at your hip and upper thigh, before she parts your legs and settles between them. You jolt a little as she licks a stripe up your thigh until her tongue is a finger’s width away from the throbbing wetness between your legs. She giggles at your response, then landing a quick, tiny bite on your thigh before licking her lips. You don’t realise you’ve reached out to grab the top of her head and pulled it toward you until you feel the softness of her hair underneath your fingertips and another giggle escapes her. Himiko’s tongue pokes out from her lips as she pulls a knife from her belt to shred away at the hip of your panties before pulling them down to give her access to your throbbing clit.

Her tongue is quick to prod at your hole, then dragging up towards your clit before her lips are around it and sucking away. You cry out as a result, hips bucking again as your free hand clutches the bedsheet beneath you. You hear what sounds like a growl come from Himiko’s throat, then watch as her arms hook around your legs and hold your hips down. The sweat starting to coat your skin keeps her from getting a decent grip, so she uses force while her tongue dips into you and pokes around with her thumb rubbing at your swollen, puffy clit.

“Toga-chan-!”

Your whining out her name encourages her thumb to rub circles and increase its pace, Himiko finally letting out her own moan into your soaked cunt as her tongue begins to lick and suck away. Your grip on the sheets tightens until your knuckles are white, your mantra of moans music to her ears. Until suddenly, she pulls away, your essence coating her lips and practically dripping down her chin.

“Y/n-chan,” she says almost darkly, with the look in her eyes making your cunt clench around nothing, “you can’t cum yet.”

[thesolotomyhan]

narcos: dating them would include: poison hc

ok wow so i hope this is what you guys were looking for? it’s long as usual :)- so,, read away!

Tags: @fandomnerd16​ , @visintaes​ , @sheeshgivemeabreak​ 

Warnings: NSFW! 

roberto ramos- ‘el poison’, ughh even his name has me sweating-

let me just say, you would be his one, his ONE weakness,, even though he will never admit it, tough bby

but every single one of the guys from the medellin cartel see it otherwise when they see  his small shift in behavior when he’s in the room with you-

the most loyal mf in Colombia,

like if he’s going to be loyal to Pablo Escobar until his last breath, I can’t even imagine the amount of loyalty and respect he would have for you-

will never have eyes for anyone else after you- he honors you,, 

he would have so much love for you whenever he looks at you, just having the urge to smother you in kisses every time he sees you walk by,,

but having the hard exterior that he has, especially in front of the other hitmen, he won’t ever show his softness public,

he’d just give you a small grin and maybe a tap on the ass when you pass by him,,

“que paso, mamacita?”-

ok, but taking you to clubs for your dates is his favorite thing to do with you :))

just, the way you both would turn heads when you walk in together,, showing up with the biggest smiles for only one another,, wow

He will never leave your side no matter what, too, he always has his arm around your shoulders, or holding your hand as he escorts you about towards the table where the rest of the sicarios are at, waiting for the both of you,,,

he wouldnt need to introduce you to any of them because they know who you are, youre apart of their bond,

and also because you keep poison in a good mood, he’s always easy going when your around,

i can imagine when you get tired of sitting around with him,, you’ll pull on his arm, telling him you want to dance,,, just the way he’ll fucking smile at you, not hesitating to get up,,

and the way the rest of the sicarios just start to laugh at whipped poison has him turning around, threatening them like,,

“Cállense, o les meto un plomazo a todos, huevones”-

wOW, him giving you his jacket when your cold, he’ll wrap it around you, giving you a quick kiss on the crown of your head, hugging you into his side again….

his kisses: he doesn’t mind giving you forehead kisses but he would probably save the intimate kisses until its only the two of you, he prefers to be in private, so only you see that side of him :((

ok i feel like poison would want to keep his ugly sicario business as far away from you as possible but he also wouldn’t keep you in the dark with what he does, ya know?

like he’ll tell you that he had to go take care of some bum for pablo but he would never tell you how he did it, knowing that you don’t have to know those details,

he keeps it simple and minimized, not wanting to totally scare you away from him,,,

uggh, you would be the only one that can manage to get a crack of a smile out of him in front of others,,,like a genuine one,

he’s always on edge and serious because he never knows when someone will try to pull something,

but you just have a way letting him naturally relax a little and have his eyes shine the very moment he looks at you, the small heart eyes he has, omg

protective poison: no one, and i mean no one from medellin would dare disrespect you unless they want to be meeting the end of poisons gun-

he would feel like he failed you in some way if he sees you upset, just walking up to you, gently grabbing your tearfilled face,,

“que hijo de puta tengo que matar ahora, mi cielo?”- fuck  the way he’ll never raise his voice at you no matter what-

but he would personally murder anyone who dared hurt a speck of hair on you, making sure you never experience that pain again-

i can imagine poison being someone to call you randomly whenever he has time throughout the day, just checking in on you, wanting to know what youve been doing, or if you want to go on a date tonight, just spontaneously-

it makes his mood brighter just hearing your voice, even if it’s through the phone,,

the little smile he has when you call him mi amor or something, just,,,, you make him feel so many emotions he didn’t think he had, he can’t help but love you even more if it’s possible,,, :((

im giggling, i can see him being pissed off at sure shot for doing some dumb shit, just yelling at him like “por que es tan putamente dificil seguir las ordenes del patron, pues”, just ready to strike at him-

But then his phone would ring and just, his voice becoming all normal because youre on the phone, “que paso, cariño?”

the first few times that happened, the guys would be so confused because his attitude would go from 100-0 in a second, theyre just like ??? whats happening?

but then once he hangs up, he’s going straight back to being pissed at them, probably telling them to hurry up and follow the fucking orders this time because he has to go pick up some groceries for you afterwards-

just, the hint of soft poison showing- my heart 

he would probably have a gun for you at home,to defend yourself if he's not there just in case,,  because he would destroy all of Medellin before someone would hurt you, his family.

NSFW:

alright,so I don’t see poison being someone to “make love”, he’s a top sicario, he’s tough and kills people for a living, he doesnt do soft sex-

he’s here to ruin you, leave you throbbing and aching even before he’s done with you-

poison’s a dom, he’s having you weakly pushing him away, pleading to him that you cant take it anymore from all the pleasure he’s giving you.

but then him just grabbing your hands, pinning them to the bed over your head or behind your back,,

nibbling on your jaw as he continues to push into you again, your raspy moans and impulsive rise of your hips only encourage him more,,

“vos si puede, yo te conozco, mi cielito” omg 

like, nothing pleases him more than seeing you constantly lose your mind, beneath him,,

creasing your eyebrows and moans of his name leaving your mouth,, as your hand wanders down to your lower stomach where you swear you feel him as he pounds into you-

the intense stare he’ll give you when begging gaze meets his,, your vision becoming blurry as he picks up his pace- wow

ok but did i mention blowjobs? because this man loves them, he’s selfish when it comes to having you on your knees for him with your mouth stuffed from his cock, one of his favorite views

he has to be standing because it makes you feel more vulnerable as he stands all tall, looking down at you, and how your always willing to pleasure him so easily,,,

“hijo de puta-“

just him grabbing fistfulls of your hair as he leans his head back, steadily thrusting into your mouth while you gag on him when you take him all in your mouth, oK

can you imagine welcoming him home after he’s been gone all day, like just waiting for him by the door in this lingerie you bought that day to surprise him or fuck it even being naked for him as he walks in through the door,

just him slightly pausing, taking you in and smirking when he locks eyes with you,

“Esta es la sorpresa que vos me dijo de?”

he’s already striding towards your giggling form as he guides you back into the nearby wall, his hands wandering all over your body as your hands come to tangle into his soft styled hair,,,

wall sex, ok hear me out-

he would be too caught up in the moment that you would wear a lingerie for him, just waiting for him to come home to surprise him,,, that he couldnt wait to be inside of you,

and especially with the way your desperately trying to take his clothes off,, pulling him closer, not wanting to break away from him,,,

he’ll be picking up one of your legs, resting it in his arm, overwhelming you with his kisses, not bothering with taking off your underwear, just moving it to the side-

driving his hips up into yours while you throw your head back onto the wall, letting out a moan of his name as he sinks his teeth into your neck-

Wow, the way he’ll keep your body up when he’s repeatedly ramming into you, nothing but the slapping of skin and your moans filling the room,

it has you seeing stars for hours even when you cant stand up anymore,,,

just, hanging onto him for dear life when he reaches in between your bodies with his rock hard cock still inside of you, flicking your oversensitive clit, as you tug on his hair, i-

omfg, let me tell you about the idea of wearing just his leather jacket,

like maybe there was a time where he caught you wearing it with nothing but your underwear, or maybe its just the idea of you wearing his things that arouses him the most,,

but, padre santo, the way he pounds into you at a unforgiving pace, watching the way your writhing body sheens with sweat under his jacket-

youre letting out loud sighs of his name, just getting drunk off of the smell of his cologne thats still on his jacket, the way the cool of his ring on his hand feels, wrapped tightly around your neck,

his other hand would grip your thigh, as he looks down and watches as your body takes in his cock so eagerly-

god, everything just feels 10x hotter because the leather of his jacket would start to stick to your body,,

his thrusts never once losing momentum even if he’s made you cum multiple times already and your just grasping your own hair, not knowing what to hold onto anymore, i-

Poison cant even look at you the same way anymore when you wear his leather jackets over your outfits when your out with him,,,

he’s just imagining how he had you on your back last night, powerless, crying his name out loud, he he held you in place to stop you from squirming away,,

your shaky legs, struggling to stay spread apart for him as he watches your tits bounce through his jacket after each of his thrusts- im sorry i had to 

quickies in the car,,,,, that is a thing in your relationship, and it would be the only time he would let you be on top-

he’s busy all the time,,, like he’s constantly around Pablo all day, following orders left and right, that he just needs a quick fix,,,

just something about watching you desperately bounce on top of him pleases him,,,,

he would have a bruising grip on your hips, bringing your body up and down on top of his cock, leaving marks on your breasts,,,

your hands would be on his chest, your nails digging into him,, just trying to meet his rough thrusts,,, squeezing your eyes shut at times because it feels so good,,,

it has you fogging up the windows, the air becoming thick from both of your heavy breathes,, as neither of you look away from each other,ok

[littlebitoffanfic]

Little Human - Part 3

Fandom: Original Relationship: Dran/reader (demon/reader) Request: Part 3 with a smutty dominating demon plzz Part 1 Part 2

 Lying in your bed, you tossed and turned but were unable to fall asleep. maybe it was because you had had a drink tonight, or maybe it was your frustration begging for your attention. A bad thing about having a monster boyfriend whos portal to his world was under your bed, it was harder for you… take care of yourself without him popping out. His visits were random, with no real pattern to them. Sometimes he would appear in the dead of night, and sometimes in the day. It was that randomness that made it difficult. Since the night with the robbers, you found yourself becoming more and more attracted to him physically. Your body began to crave his touch unlike anything else. But how to do you bring up the topic of sex with a demon? 

the idea embarrassed you immensely, so you ended up just keeping quiet, waiting for him. But now, in the darkness, you couldn’t stop your mind from wondering to him. Slipping your hand beneath your panties, you immediately felt a surge of pleasure as you gently started to rub your neglected clit. You were grateful that you were wearing a nightgown. Whining, you close your eyes in an attempt to pretend Dran was here with you. You wondered if he even knew the control he had over you now. You were his, completely and utterly devoted to this demon in a way you had never experienced. You loved how he could pick you up like you were a ragdoll. But that lead to more lustful thoughts of how he control your body. How he could dominate you. There was very little doubt in your mind that he would dominate you in the bedroom, and it gave you a rush of lust, but what sort of dominator would he be. Harsh and unforgiving? Playful and teasing? You could see it being a combination of both. The idea of being at his mercy was enough to make you moan as you pressed your clit a little hard. You spread your legs a little wider, your hips rocking slightly against your own touch. Maybe part of what made you so worked up to the point it could take you only minutes to reach a climax was the idea of him crawling out from your bed at any time. Could he hear you? Moaning a little louder, you threw caution to the wind as the weeks of aching and yearning for him became too much. It always did. Arching your back, you moaned as you felt yourself getting closer to your orgasm. “Don’t.” the voice that filled your ears made you jump, your eyes flying open. “Dran.” You gasp, about to scramble away as your cheeks burn red. He was at the end of your bed, crouching on the ground as if he had just crawled up from under your bed. but you suspected that he had been there for a while. He licked his lower lip, reaching out and pulling your covers off your body, leaving you in your nightgown and underwear. “Keep going. But you cant orgasm.” He smirked, his eyes winkling in the darkness with lust. you had to stifle a moan at the idea of trying to deny yourself. Especially under his gaze. spreading your legs, you knew that the wet fabric of your underwear was all he could see if you bent your knees, so you did so. As you started to rub your clit again, you felt him lean over and push the fabric of your night gown up your body to expose your underwear to him fully. A low rumbling groan came from his chest as he climbed onto your bed to hover above. “What do you want?” Dran leaned down and purred in your ear, making your hips buckle up as his hot breath hit your neck. “I want you to-“ You cut yourself off. All you had to say was ‘I want you’. that’s it. But Dran latched onto it. “You want me to… what?” he chuckled as your legs fell apart in hopes he might offer you a touch. It was killing you to have him so close like this. “I want you to dominate me.” You confess, eyes closed tight as your cheeks blazed with embarrassment. The low chuckle that left his chest made you whine. “Im glad our needs align.” He leans down and drags his tongue up your neck, making your tremble under him. Your toes curled as you felt your orgasm building again, but just as you were about to reach it, hands grabbed your wrist and you were pinned down with your hands either side of your head. You whined, your legs shaking as you felt the bliss slipping away. “Good girl.” Dran leaned down and purred in your ear once again. “Cruel.” You grumbled, but he simply chuckled. “Oh, you have no idea.” He pulled back, flashing his sharp teeth at you. “Tell me, how long has my human been left wanting?” You felt a small rush of lust at his question and, even though you were embarrassed, you answered. “Since the first night you kissed me.” You confess. You saw the excitement in his eyes as he realizes that you had wanted him from the start. “Do you trust me?” he purred, leaning down and kissing the skin where your shoulder met your neck. Gasping, you nearly forgot he had asked you a question until he looked up to you for an answer. “Trust a demon?” you clarified, but the smirk on your lips told him that you weren’t being serious. “Sounds dangerous.” “I guarantee I could make your fragile body shake with pleasure. After tonight, you’ll never be left wanting.” He nipped at your neck, making you tremble a little. “I trust you.” You breath, unsure what you were in for. Dran pulled back, sitting back on his knees. But as his hands lifted off yours, you found that there was still a weight holding your wrists down. Looking to the side at your right hand, you couldn’t see anything, but as you tried to wiggle your arms, you were still unable to move them. “Choose a colour.” Dran drew your attention away from your invisible binds. “Red.” You replied instantly. It was the first colour to come to your mind because of how bright his eyes were in the darkened room. “If you say that colour, I’ll release you. No questions, no pressure.” He told you, and you were taken aback. You didn’t expect this massive demon to know about safe words. The thought made you smile, because you truly did trust him, and any doubt you had had was gone when he was the one to introduce a safe word. before you could question him, he moved away from your face. He slid down your body, his hands only stopping to grope your chest quickly before descending to your needy core. He looped a clawed finger around your underwear and the ripping sound that filled the room told you they weren’t coming off the conventional way. He ripped them off with his claw, pulling them away from your skin and bundling them up in his hand. When Dran notices youre watching him closely, he reaches a hand up the centre of your body. The claw gently raises the neck of your nightgown off your body before he easily cuts through the fabric, bringing his hand back down. His claw was only millimetres from your skin, making easy work of the fabric. “My claws have cut flesh like ribbon. Yet you dont flinch?” He leans forward, eagerly awaiting your answer. “I trust you.” You breath, and the smile that dawns his lips makes you weak under him. “Good. You wont regret it, little human.” He then blows the fabric from your skin, leaving you fully exposed to him. His eyes rake over you as he sits back. His tongue darts over his lips as he bares his teeth slightly. Dran leaned forward, pressing his flat, wet tongue against your entrance, and licking up. You shuddered as he did it again, now earning a moan from you. His arms went under your legs, wrapping them around your thighs and pulling you down, closer to him as he buried his face between your legs, now showing little mercy. a string of cusses left your lips as his tongue lapsed as your clit which was already overstimulated from earlier. looking down, you saw his red eyes were on you, drinking your reacting to his touch. The sight made you freeze, and he didn’t like that. he nipped at your clit, making you jump but he quickly made up for it was his tongue. He abused your sensitive bud until you were writhing. And, as before, he denied you. He pulled back just as you were close, leaving you a panting mess was you whined. “you’re cruel.” You glared at him as he raise back to his knees his tongue licking his sharp teeth and lips. “I’ll let you cum. But only on my cock.” He chuckled, his words making your breath catch in you throat. But as he sat back, you noticed something. Your eyes darted down to his hips, where there was normally only fur. But you could see something protruding with red veins. His cock seemed to be beneath a sheath that protected it.  you saw the tip now pointing out of the fur. You wanted nothing more than to reach down and encourage him out, but your hands were still bound. You let out a moan which caused his cock to twitch and grow. Dran wrapped his hand around himself, stroking his cock until it was fully erect. He chuckled when he saw you were watching him. Blood rushed to your cheeks as you looked away. As if you weren’t spread across your bed naked in front of him. Dran moved to hover above you, a hand either side of your head as he rubbed his cock against your pussy. You whined at the contact, grinding against him. One of his hands came down to line himself up with your entrance. As he pushed into you, your whole world felt like it had disappeared, leaving only you and Dran. Dran let out a low growl as he thrusted in as far as he could, now completely inside you. He gave a few small thrusts, allowing you a moment between each to get used to him before he let out a low snarl, starting a pace that nearly made you lose your mind. His hips snapped against you with quick thrusts. His face fell into the crook of your neck as he inhaled your scent which was laced with lust. Drans lips pulled back to bare his teeth as a growl left his throat. You moaned, his name falling from your lips. The way he moved was more pleasurable than anything else you had felt in your life. He had set a pace which was enough to drive you to orgasm right here and now, but something told you that he wasn’t planning that just yet. You wrap your legs around his torso. Because of his size, you were unable to hook your feet together around his back, but you didn’t care as the new position offered a new spot for him to hit that made you cry out. You wanted as much as him as you could, desperate for any form of contact he could offered. You twisted in your binds, but never said you wanted them released or showed that you were uncomfortable in your face or body. Suddenly, the binds were lifted and you could move your hands. He had noticed. You wasted no time in the reaching for him, desperate for touch. Your fingers found his shoulders, the fur soft to touch. Of course, you had touched him before, but now was different. with him over you, fucking you into your bed, you still wanted more of him. You wanted every sense to be only concentrating on him, you wanted him to be the only thing in the world you could concentrate on. He slipped an arm under you and lifted you up onto his lap as he sat back on his knees. You might have thought it would give you some control of the speed, but he thrusted up into you, still in full control. You clung to him, moaning and panting his name as snarls left his throat. With ever animalistic noise, you felt the knot in your lower stomach tighten. Your right hand leaves his shoulder and moved up to his cheek for a moment, before proceeding further north. Your fingers ran up his fur to his horns. The second your touch grazed the base of the horns, a growl broke past Drans lips and he bared his teeth. Yet his eyes were squeezed shut, and if he had wanted you to stop, he would have at least looked at you. Deciding to test his further, you wrapped your hand around the horn, using it as a stabiliser just as your other hand stayed on his shoulder. Dran snarled, his fingers digging into your sides as he fucked you. Your whine turned into a moan just as his eyes opened. the fiery red in the black fur was almost hypnotising as he stared at you. your eyes fell to the sharp teeth in his mouth. They could easily rip you apart, as could the claws on your side. He was a demon, you knew what he was capable of, and yet he was able to control himself enough to keep you safe but close enough to the animalistic side of him as possible. The side that was fucking you to near insanity. “Dran.” You moaned, trying your hardest not to look away from him, despite the fact your eyes were about rolling back into your head. The chuckle that left his lips was intoxicating as he admired what a pretty mess you were. But he wasn’t finished yet. “Such a submissive little thing.” His voice was deep, and he growled the word ‘submissive’. All you could do was nod as you felt your orgasm approaching, and his words weren’t helping. “Lets see how good you really are.” He chuckled as you threw your fingers pulled on his fur and his horn. This had never been something he would have thought he wanted. And yet now, that he had you on his lap, clinging to him like this, he found the feeling far more pleasurable than he could ever imagined. It had driven him to his edge, and Dran could see your body shaking. “Dran, im so clo-“ You began, as if hearing his thoughts but he cut you off. “Not yet, little one.” He growled. “When I say.” You mewled but you weren’t sure if you could deny yourself anymore. The torment of earlier, the pleasure you were feeling now and the growls that were leaving his lips were far too much to bare. Your knuckles were going white as you tried to find something else to think about to stave off your orgasm. But as you glanced around the room for the first time since he had came, you found it was filled with thick black smoke that stopped a foot away from the bed. Everything was about him. all your senses were focused on the demon as he fucked you mercilessly. “Please?” You whined, and when he didn’t answer you found yourself repeating ‘please’ and ‘Dran’ between moans. You somehow ended up with both your arms wrapped around his neck. It was too much for the demon, who finally smirked. “Now.” He growled, his trusts becoming faster and yet more sloppy. Dran had barely finished the word as you came, hard. Your walls clamped down on his cock as your body shook with the pleasure that shot through your veins. You barely registered Drans snarl as your heart beat so loud you could hear it in your ears. Dran gave one final thrust up and he came, your walls milking him as he found himself so lost in the pleasure that his claws broke the skin on your hips slightly. Not that you minded as the pain seemed to mix so perfectly with your own pleasure. You collapsed against Dran, panting and spent. The first thing outside of his own pleasure that Dran noticed was the smell of blood as it drifted to his nostrils. His claws and hands were withdrawn from your side at rapid pace. You opened your eyes, unsure why he had pulled away from you like you had electrocuted him. But this wasn’t any normal kind of relationship, so maybe he just didn’t like to be touched after. But when you glanced to him, you saw he hadn’t moved a muscle. The fog around the room seemed to freeze, no longer moving slowly in small circles. This concerned you as you frowned a little. “Dran?” You crawled back to him. it was strange, seeing the massive demon who had dominated you not 5 minutes ago who was now timid. “I…” He cut himself off and you saw he was staring down at his hands. When your saw the small specks of red on the tips of his claws, you looked down to your right hip, which had 4 cuts. Not big ones, and you hadn’t even noticed them if he hadn’t said. The blood had already stopped but was smeared a little. Glancing to your left, you saw the same. In fact, you could remember the pain, but it had been so mixed with the pleasure that you had found it pleasurable. you place your hands on top of his open palms. His head snapped to your own, either from confusion or surprise, you didn’t know. “You know, I kinda liked it.” You smirk, shrugging your shoulders. Dran stared at you for a moment, before his own smirk spread over his lips and a deep chuckle left his throat. His fingers closed around your hands. “But, if you want to make it up to me, you could stay here tonight. Sleep beside me?” You asked, hoping he would take your offer. You just wanted to cuddle up into his fur and drift off in the comfort of his arms. “If that is all, then I shall.” Dran nodded. Pulling him towards the head of the bed, you crawled underneath the covers. Dran joined you, but the covered weren’t going to fit over you both so he only pulled them up so he could wrap an arm under your neck and pull you against his chest. Besides, he didn’t sleep with covers, or in beds, but that wasn’t a discussion he wanted to have. In fact, he didn’t even want to talk at all. And you were far too tired to challenge that. Cuddling against his chest, your fingers ran though his fur while his other hand seemed to hesitate before being placed on your hip lightly. When he saw no adverse reaction, he allowed the full weight of his hand to lay there. The fog remained as a thin layer on the ground. You thought it was just something that came with him, but Dran used the fog as a way to detect approaching danger. It was a part of him, as much as his horns. As you dozed off, Dran found himself pulling you closer. It wasn’t meant to be like this. He was meant to find a mate and return with them. And yet, he wanted you to be happy. He was sure his siblings would call him weak in a mocking tone, but they wouldn’t push him. If you are remaining in the human world kept you happy, he was content as long as you were safe. However, he might be able to tempt you down to his world for a little bit. If only you could see what awaits you.