#Male x Male smut

[tyunniez]

golden retriver... bttm male reader

!!.. golden retriever bsf, yn is slightly tipsy but still fully aware, rough sex, creampie, grinding.

if your best friend is a dog type he would be a golden retriever.

he's quite literally the embodiment of it. everywhere you go he follows behind, a happy smile plastered on his face. he was almost like a lost puppy.

he also loves taking care of you and doing things for you every chance he gets, even things you could do yourself!

" yn, good morning! here, i got you your favorite drink. " he practically shoved said drink into your hand, your half-asleep state still trying to comprehend your surroundings.

" huh.. oh hey. thanks... " you groggily said, stepping away from the door and heading towards the bathroom to freshen yourself up. he let himself into your place, already familiar with it.

you came back to see him cooking your breakfast, humming a soft tune while placing your eggs on the plate. " yn, come sit down. "

you sighed while taking a sit on the stool of your island, your eyes boring into his back as you watched him lightly sway to the song he was humming.

" you know you don't need to cook me breakfast almost every day right? " you cracked open the drink he bought you and took a big gulp, already feeling rejuvenated by the drink.

he hummed and placed the breakfast in front of you, sliding his own portion next to yours. " eat up! "

after the delicious breakfast, came the time for you to do your house chores. you got up and grabbed both of his and yours plated, bringing it to the sink to clean it.

only for him to snatch it from you and wash it himself. along with the stacks of dirty dishes in your sink. you only rolled your eyes and walked away to do other stuff, knowing fighting against him would just be useless.

" so any plans today? " you asked him while folding your remaining laundry, him soon joining you. " ..mm nah. what's up? " he folded the last article of clothing and lay beside you, opting to place his head on your thigh.

your hand found its place in his hair almost immediately as if it was muscle memory. " well that one show that I've been wanting to watch finally dropped so.. beer and chicken tonight? "

he snickered below you, " you already know my answer, of course! "

and so, cans after cans of beer later and some delicious fried chicken, the both of you lay in each other embrace. the two of you weren't all that drunk because of your high alcohol tolerance yet you find yourself struggling to focus on the show.

were you actually drunk or is it because of the way your best friend is holding onto you right now?

you knew it was pretty common for best friends to cuddle but the way his big hand is cradling your waist right now along with his other hand right under your ass, his finger slightly touching it, is making your head spin.

not to mention his growing hard-on that you could literally feel since you were on top of him!

and you didn't know if there was something in the air last night or if tipsy you were just bolder but you decided to slowly grind against him causing him to have a full-on boner.

he on the other hand decided to ignore it and tried to focus on the movie in front of him.

you pouted at this and decided to continue grinding on him, trying to chase your own climax and also attempting to drive him over the edge.

but a firm hand grabbed onto both of your thighs, causing you to stop. " what do you think you're doing, yn? " he asked you, his voice way deeper than usual.

" i think you know what i'm doing. so stop playing dumb and give me what i want. " your voice is adamant, as your hands roam his chest.

he smirked and flipped the two of you, him now on top of you. both of his hands caged you in, making you more turned on than you already were.

" you better not regret saying that. "

" ahn! s-slow down! " you mewled out while gripping his biceps. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your dick twitched. your release finally comes soon after. the milky white substance staining your already cum stained stomach.

" again? we've barely just started, yn. " he chuckled above you. he loved seeing how overstimulated you look right now. he's been dreaming of making you a mess for a long time now.

when you first started grinding into him you didn't expect to get dicked down immediately by your own best friend and after experiencing just how rough he actually is, well, you're not complaining.

just seeing the desperate look on your face is making him go crazy. he's been dreaming about this moment for a long time.

he wondered just how you look like when he's on top of you, making a mess out of you. how do you look when you're overstimulated beyond your limit all because of him. just what type of sounds will pour out of you while he's deep inside of you.

and oh, this exceeds his expectations.

" mmh, yn. you look so pretty right now. " he sighed into your ear, his voice sending shivers up and down his spine. " i'm sure you can handle a few more rounds, yeah? " he gripped your hips again, getting ready to abuse your already puffy hole.

" no! i-i can't cum anymore-! " your whining was cut off by his harsh thrust, your tired voice seeming to be the cause.

you hooked your arms around his neck as a way to support yourself. loud moans escaped from your mouth, this only leading him to go faster. " fuck.. i-im cumming soon yn. "

your hole tightened as you heard his husky voice next to you, the hint of whining in his voice making you shake. " come inside me! p-please! need you in me so bad! "

he grunted out loud, his thrust soon stuttering and slowing down. " yn, fuck. you don't know how long i have been waiting for this.. "

with one last thrust, white soon painted your inside. his warm cum kept flowing more and more into your hole, making your own cum squirt out of your cock.

he immediately devoured you in a kiss, saliva dribbling everywhere. wet squelching sound enveloped the room accompanied by your heavy breathing. the movie that was long forgotten acting as white noise.

he separated himself from you to admire you and the mess he made of you. he smiles as he sees all the bite marks and hickeys littering around your body. the cum seeping out of your hole only made his dick hard again.

" shit.. i don't think i can let you go after this, yn. "

[historyslittlebish]

Hello. I would like to ask for your permission before I submit a full request.

Do you by any chance accept King Baldwin x Male!Reader request? It might involve NSFW scenario as well.

King Baldwin IV x Male!Guard!Reader One shot NSFW: (Completed!)

a/n: Hi anon and I know I declined but I'll still do it because I feel bad for rejecting, Idk how to write NSFW so it's gonna be bad but i'll do it. I also don't know if this is a scenario you wanted but if you wanna request a different one please do! Also I apologize because I have never watched the movie and I'm not sure how accurate this is.

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Warning: fluff, handjob, occ for our king I think

It was often unheard of, two men in a romantic or sexual relationship. Many thought it was sin, it wasn't something god accepted but they can never really know the answer can they? Why would god let them feel the feelings, why would god allow it to be an option? That is something many people never ponder enough.

Something that a knight named Y/N never pondered until he met with the great king of Jerusalem, Baldwin the IV.

Y/N had been hired as a knight since Baldwin was 12 and Y/N was 15 and a freshly knighted boy. As years past, Y/N was named best soldier in the brackets of the armies. He was agile, quick, resilient, strong, and most of all, loyal.

He was the kings personal guard which he didn't mind at all. He had grown close to the king, enough to get the king to show him his sore ridden face, his scars, his 'ugliness' but to Y/N, he was anything but ugly.

Y/N saw a kind hearted boy and man growing up, intelligent, brave, and strong willed, those were the words Y/N thinks when describing the king, everyone does.

Growing up, he saw Baldwin's determination to become a great king and to overcome his deadly illness. Only one could be truly possible but Baldwin was content, despite being numb to the bone, skin lesions, and more.

Today was like any other. Baldwin had a few things to get done but after that, he could have his peace.

Y/N stood slightly behind the throne Baldwin sat on, staring at the arguing lords and counsel members. Each fighting on whose strategies are better, who's morally righteous, whatever that is available to bicker about.

Y/N heard Baldwin sigh as he raised his hand and made a sound.

Suddenly everyone looked over and quieted down.

"I will meet with Saladin, we shall negotiate peace." Baldwin shifted slightly before hearing one of the older counsel members try to inerject.

"How do we know we can trust that Muslim r-" Baldwin raised his hand once more, immediately silencing the man "He may be Muslim, but we will respect him and treat him with nobility and equality.".

Y/N's heart thumped in his chest at the kings word. The kings kindness and true compassion was incredibly admirable but also making him lust for the king.

The people of the counsel glanced between each other but bowed at the kings words before swiftly making their exit, allowing the two men to be alone and at ease.

Baldwin slowly stood from his throne and looked at Y/N.

Y/N could see the exhaustion in his eyes, his beautiful sky blue eyes. Y/N snapped himself out of his thoughts and kept up a stoic expression.

"What now, my king?" Y/N asked as Baldwin stepped towards him. The king cautiously touched the mans arm and looked deep into his eyes. "I think I require a way to relax before I retire for tonight." As he said this, Baldwin's hand tools Y/N's and slowly led it down to his pelvis area where a little tent formed under his white and gold robes.

"My king.." Y/N breathed as his hand ghosted the man's bulge.

"Make me a happy man, Y/N, I long for your touch." Baldwin's raspy voice murmured as his being was consumed with lust. Y/N doesn't know how a man of God to dare go against him in terms of lust for another male but Y/N can't say he doesn't thoroughly enjoy it.

It doesn't take too long before Y/N helps the king to his quarters and settling on the soft and silky bed.

Y/N helps the king reveal his bulge.

His cock bobbed as soon as it was released from its confines. "Y/N.." Baldwin groans as his hips slightly buck. This is one of those moments when Baldwin thanks the heavens that the feeling in his crotch is not numb or too sore ridden.

Despite the sores, Y/N didn't mind at all. his hungry eyes took in all the kings cock as he played with the tip soaked in pre-cum.

Baldwin groaned as he sat half laying down as the man continued to fiddle with his manhood. Y/N loved the sweet sounds the king was making as he felt himself nearing his peak.

The man let out a loud moan as his semen spilled into the mans hand. As the king came down his high he stared at Y/N in awe, despite him being hired and a guard, he could still love a man like him.

Slowly, Baldwin sat upright and gently grasped Y/N hand, silently hoping that he would not get infected either. Baldwin leaned over and pressed a his to the mans temples.

Y/N softly smiled as he held his beloveds hand, enjoying each others presence. Love radiating off the two.

This is a sin but it is an amazing feeling.

A/N: Hopefully this is to your liking anon! Sorry if its bad :/

[vampdes]

( cw. smut drabble. gn rdr x gojo s. addicted gojo. one-night-stand. strangers-to-?. slight masochism. gojo being gojo. sexual jokes. ) + ( for @asukases ).

gojo satoru isn’t a man of little words—he’s the most talkative brat you’ll ever know.

late last night, when you were at your most pleased and vulnerable, his words soothed you like a fine whiskey running down your throat. his hands were magic—unfathomable, the most pleasurable magic you’d ever felt.

in all honesty, you wouldn’t be surprised if he was a magician in a past life.

the tips of his fingers kneaded your plush waist like dough, soothing you as he caressed the deepest parts of you. his spoke the nastiest, most guttural and lustful things in your ear, praising you for warming his bed, for allowing him to touch you, please you, to love you—and good god, this fucker had you wrapped around his fingers.

“a pretty thing like you ‘posed to act this slutty?” he laughed, his eyelids lowering as he angled his hips just the perfect way to pull such a string of curses and moans from your mouth, which caused yet another orgasm to wash over you. but gojo, the bastard he was, had to honor the satoru name—he had to honor that he had the stamina of a bull chasing a red flag, he had to honor the fact he fucked like a fratboy getting his first bitch.

good god, you were better though. better than any chick wanting a quick fuck. better than any stripper sucking him for a few bucks.

better than a bitch.

he had the power to pull his name–his honor–from your lips as though you were a priest and he was a god. your puffy eyes and swollen lips were a buffet to a demon like him. his huffed, grunted, damn he even growled, at the way your innards fluttered around his girthy cock. his full, enlarged tip stroked your prostate over and over and over, making you mewl like a pornstar.

when he came, successfully making your walls a pretty, creamy white, he wanted to rest—but you, the sex demon you are, grabbed the nape of his neck and pulled him down, scissoring the last thread of resilience he had, and cajoled him, urged him, fucking begged him, to make sure nobody else would fuck you without knowing he had you first. that he was the one who made your nails transform into claws which drew blood from his back with the scratches you made.

gojo satoru, being a man of many words, drew long, painful scratches from you as a reward for how good of a man he was. and every. single. time, he hissed and lowered his head—it felt too fucking good. when you rode him, letting his cock engulf and stretch itself within you, you leaned back and digged your nails into his thighs in order to stabilize yourself. with your eyes screwed shut from the overwhelming feeling of his tip caressing your innards, you didn’t realize how his teeth was sucked into his lower lip in order to keep the pathetic whimpers in from how fucking good your nails felt.

the morning after welcomed him with your vanilla scent to which he undoubtedly enjoyed. when he stretched an arm out in order to feel your rosey warmth, he was met with an empty bedside. the sheets were fixed, the pillow was set in place, hell even the cover was folded the right way.

was this a rejection? did you not want more after the good ass performance he gave you last night? jesus christ, he’d never been in such a situation. one where he was rejected? the gojo satoru?

never fucking heard of.

he flopped over and sprawled out, looking up at the ceiling for a beat, the feeling of last night crawling down south. he missed you. the feeling of your breath against his skin, the overwhelming pleasure he received when your nails grazed his puffy tip, and the animalistic marking you gave him last night—jesus. before he allowed himself to get up out of bed and relish in the daylight, he snuck a hand underneath the covers and rubbed his growing erection.

god all mighty, gojo threw his head back against the plush pillow in an effort to soothe his thoughts. his cock twitched against the covers. was he this fucking desperate usually?

you, the mystery from last night, had gojo leashed to you like a puppy, undoubtedly making him want more. and he’d be damned if he didn’t find you like the loyal dog he is.

© sickdaniel . do not repost, plagiarize, or translate.

[satisfiedmoonwatcher]

Perceived in French

Summary: Sure gets lonely being a mercenary. Especially when no one knows you exist. But someone has noticed. And that someone has been dreaming about getting close to that body for years. Could there be more there than midnight meetups?

Mild PWP.

Warnings: 18+. Contains: Male x male. Oral, rim job, hand jobs, fingering, thigh fucking, anal, swallowing, throat fucking, cum shot, mild somnophilia (sleep grinding), cuddling.

Some depictions of violence and blood (fighting). Minor talk of drugs, alcohol and self harm. Lots of bad language and swears. Gets a little gritty. (These boys are mercs for crying out loud.)

Word count: 8,777 - Rub one off.

Pairings: Jake Lockley x Jean-Paul DuChamp (Frenchie).

MCU/Comics. Chose your fantasy.

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Marc always forgot how dark it got out in the desert. Far away from any cities or major towns. There was nothing to see but the silhouette of the sand dunes on the horizon. 

Now and then movement would catch his eye, reminding him that the desert was not a wasteland of nothing. There were birds, insects, lizards, foxes, and various other things looking to hunt away from the heat of the day. 

Behind him in the distance he knew his team was sitting around the fire by their tents and laughing about things that didn’t matter. If he was back there, perhaps he would laugh too. Perhaps he would feel included. 

But it was Thursday and he had watch duty. They didn’t really have anything in particular to watch for. It just meant that directly after a mission, there was a higher chance of someone following them back to base camp with an idea of revenge or taking any spoils. 

So here Marc sat, on the hood of his jeep in the cold and in the dark, looking out into the desert at nothing. 

Admittedly today was probably not a good day for him to be on watch. He had been feeling tired and strange all day. 

It had started in the early morning when they raided a camp set up by some people who may or may not have been raiding local villages. They never looked into the claims. All they knew was that the money spoke louder than any claims to the contrary. 

They stormed the camp. He took a misstep and a bullet grazed his arm, leaving a bloody gash for him to clean up later. It had rattled him. If he hadn’t of tripped the bullet would have gone right through his head. 

He still wasn’t sure what he had tripped over. It was like his leg had just decided to stop working. 

Marc distantly heard his radio crackle. Someone was talking back at camp. It didn’t sound important and he didn’t bother to get up and check it. If it was urgent then they would call him. 

His radio crackled again and he stared up into the star filled sky. It was so empty out there. So big. So alone. 

He felt his eyelids droop and his body sink down. 

“OYE!” Someone was suddenly at his side yelling. 

He felt his body jerk in alarm and-

“Hey hey hey!” Jean-Paul lay pinned on the ground, hands up in surrender with a large knife held to his throat. 

Jake blinked and stared down at the man he was straddling. “Idiota.” He slowly withdrew the knife and slipped it back into the holder at his side. 

“Didn’t mean to sneak up on you.” Jean-Paul smiled up at him. “Tried to radio you but you didn’t pick up. Thought I better make sure you aren't dead out here.” 

Jake looked up and around as if just now noticing it was dark. “What time is it?” He sighed and rubbed his temples, fighting off a headache. The act made him feel the ache in his shoulder where the bullet had grazed earlier. “Please tell me this has been properly taken care of.” 

“Well it’s fuck-o-clock is as much as I know.” Jean-Paul shifted under Jake and grinned. He had been around Marc long enough to know when the man he was talking to was not Marc. Marc was a very secretive and private man who never talked about his past. 

This was not abnormal when it came to fellow mercenaries. You either got the guys that wouldn’t shut up about their dark and troubled pasts, or the guys that barely strung two sentences together. 

After so many years of working together and trusting one another, Jean-Paul had started to notice what he called ‘the other’. He came out in stressful situations, in dangerous situations, or when he felt Marc was taking bad risks. 

Usually ‘the other’ was not around for long. He would handle the situation and Marc would blink back in, quite literally, and be none-the-wiser. He suspected that Marc was not fully aware of ‘the other’ but that Marc was hiding some form of mental problem that possibly explained it. 

This was the first time Jean-Paul had actually gotten an up close and personal look at the other man. A very up close look. He flushed deeply and shifted under him. 

Jake looked down, suddenly aware of sitting on top of someone. He blinked in confusion for a moment but didn’t move. “Lo siento. Sorry. Just… Give me a moment.” He closed his eyes tightly and appeared to be struggling with something internally. 

“Are you leaving so soon?” Jean-Paul reached up and lightly touched the injured shoulder. “Let me take a look at that. You know Marc won’t do shit to tend to it.” 

Jake blinked and looked down at him in surprise. “Sure.” He shifted and slowly climbed off him, kneeling in the sand. 

Jean-Paul sat up and brushed himself off. “Fucking desert. I miss South America. Never thought I’d be missing that humid jungle, huh?” 

“Better food there.” Jake got up and went to his jeep. He started to peel the layers off, tossing his scarf, jacket, and hat into the passenger seat. He pulled his shirt off and set it aside while looking at his arm. 

Jean-Paul stared. He had always admired Marc’s body. The lean build, the muscles defined so nicely on his arms. His pecks that made Jean-Paul wonder if he didn’t have mommy issues with how badly he wanted to squeeze them. 

What caught him off guard was how differently this person seemed to carry himself. Marc was so compact and tight. He was a bundle of tension that took up a space of his own and radiated deep ‘don’t touch me’ vibes. 

This man let those muscles stretch as he slowly rolled his shoulder out, testing the tension. He stood up tall and almost seemed to lengthen the body. He moved with a grace and confidence that Marc lacked. 

The vibes were still incredibly deadly and if what Jean-Paul had seen on the battlefield was right, incredibly skilled in more than a few ways in causing death. Yet there was a loneliness there. 

“It looks like it isn’t deep.” Jake glanced back at him and raised an eyebrow. “Por favor.” He held up the medical kit and a roll of bandages. 

Jean-Paul felt his knees go weak as that look and that phrase bounced around in his head. Por favor… 

He licked his lips, suddenly very aware of how dry it was there. “Yeah.” He moved to him and took the kit. “You uh.. Saved his ass back there. Good move.” He carefully applied some antibiotic ointment to the gash and some gauze before he started to wrap it. 

Jake only nodded, watching him intently. There was an unspoken question there that was weighing heavily between them. 

“You don’t work this closely with a man for this long without noticing the little things. If you miss these things, you can wind up dead, no? So I notice when Marc is not Marc. At first I thought it was a coping thing. I’ve seen a few of those. Go somewhere else so you don’t have to remember the violence. But this is different. I don’t care what this is. I don’t need you to explain it to me. Marc seems to not want to talk about whatever this is… But I hope you know that I see you and you are welcome in my books.” Jean-Paul taped off the bandage then patted it gently into place. He looked up at Jake then ghosted a soft kiss over the wound. “For luck.” 

Jake glanced down at the bandage then looked back up into Jean-Paul’s eyes. “I notice the little things too.” 

Jean-Paul kept waiting for him to look away. To say something else. To push him away or to get dressed in a hurry. All things he had seen before when he got too close. But this man stared into his soul and didn’t flinch. 

“I forget how cold it is in the desert at night.” Jake at last looked away, breathing out slowly. “I don’t think anyone is coming. Not from this direction anyway. We would have seen movement on the dunes by now if they were.” 

“Uh huh.” Jean-Paul shook his head and glanced around, anywhere but at the man before him. “Yeah. Do you want to head back to the camp?” 

Jake opened the back of the jeep and climbed in, stretching out across the seats. “I think I’ll be fine out here. I prefer the privacy one gets out here.” 

Jean-Paul swallowed hard as Jake stared at him from the jeep, a small grin on his face. “I can… I can offer some company. If you like.” He was suddenly nervous. He felt like a boy again back in school when he first looked up in the locker room and realized that perhaps his desires lay here and not in the locker across the hall with the pretty ladies. 

Jake’s smirk widened and he slid a leg over, opening up a seat. 

Jean-Paul moved so fast that he nearly fell out of the jeep on the first attempt to get in. Once inside, he shut the door and sat back in the seat. The situation got to him and he started to laugh. 

“Christ.” He put his face in his hands and felt like crying. “Look at me. So desperate for anything. I follow this man around like a dog, hoping he will notice me. Hoping this Spector sees me as a comrade he can trust. A friend. Maybe more. Now here I am with hopes so high and for what?” He muttered to himself in French, feeling miserable and sorry for himself. “I am sorry, my friend. I don’t even know your name.” 

He moved as if to get out of the jeep and a hand caught his elbow. “I see you, Jean-Paul DuChamp.” There was a tug and Jean-Paul was spun around slightly. Lips found his and a hand snaked up into his hair, pulling him closer as the lips explored and a tongue pressed for access. 

The taste of old cigarette, stale coffee, and mint gum came to him. His hands explored up and down the bare back, tracing the muscles and feeling how they moved and flexed with each shift of positions. 

Jake moved and straddled his waist pushing them back into the seat further and making the jeep creak under them. 

Jean-Paul pulled back, catching his breath as he gazed up at the man on him. His heart pounded as this man stared back at him with such intensity and focus. This was not a man used to doing things half-assed. 

“Wait… Mon ami…” He was flushed and glad it was too dark for this man to see the redness that was surely spreading across his face. “You are not Marc. How can I have this body if I don’t even know who is inside?” He reached up and hesitantly slid a hand across the bare chest before him. 

It was everything he thought it would be. Firm and soft all at once as he traced a peck and ghosted a thumb over a pert nipple. 

Jake closed his eyes and parted his lips, letting out a soft shuddering sigh that made Jean-Pau deeply regret stopping. 

Jake arched his back and pulled Jean-Paul’s head in, letting it rest against his chest. “Amigo… You can call me Jake. If you breathe a word of me to Marc then you will never see us again. Right now, this body is mine to do with as I please and what I please is you.” 

Jake shifted and Jean-Paul felt something large and firm press to his stomach. Glancing down he realized it was Jake’s erection straining against the tight jeans that Marc loved to wear. 

A string of french dirty enough to make a saint weep left his mouth as he buried his face back into the chest until his chapped lips found a nipple and sucked. 

The sounds Jake made with each suck caused his own erection to grow and twitch in desperate need. It had been far too long traveling in such tight company. Sweet release only came in wet dreams and hurried sessions out behind the hole in the ground they called a shitter. 

This was hardly a romantic setting or ideal ‘bed’ to maneuver around on, but the sound of a zipper being undone was an angelic chorus in itself. 

Jake shifted and groaned in relief as he freed his dick. “Mierde. Marc needs to stop wearing such tight pants… Ah…” He shifted again and Jean-Paul felt the weight of his dick against his stomach. 

“Oh sweet angels in heaven.” He looked down and stared at the pulsing monster between them. “Jake…” He tried the name softly. “I am going to worship this body now and you can believe that I will never breathe a word of this to Marc in my life… this has got to be a dream.” 

He didn’t wait for Jake to respond. Cursing the confines of the jeep, he shoved Jake back into the seats and sank down between his legs. He pulled till the jeans and boxers were down fully then struggled till they were off and clear, tossed aside carelessly. He took a moment to admire the naked adonis before him. 

“Where to start…” Jean-Paul laughed breathily. 

Jake looked up at him with that same knowing grin as before. It occurred to him that perhaps Jake had been watching him all these years. Somewhere behind Marc’s eyes this man before him had been watching him and waiting. 

Jake reached down and gripped his dick, giving it a few strokes for good measure and arching his hips up. “Not exactly swimming in the lube here or condoms. I think our options are a little limited.” 

Jean-Paul gave a breathy laugh and shivered. “There is no way in hell I’m taking that up my ass without some vigorous stretching first.” He reached out and dared to slide his fingers across the tip, making Jake hiss and jerk his hips. 

Jean-Paul flushed and sank down, daring to brush his lips where his fingers had just been. He was rewarded with another breathy gasp and twitch of the hips. He exhaled across the tip and slowly slid his tongue around the head before wrapping his lips around and giving a hard suck. 

Hands slid through his hair and gripped, urging him on, then loosened and stroked gently, trembling in need. The spanish that followed as Jean-Paul sank lower and pushed to take his whole dick in was enough to make him groan around the girth pushing into his throat. 

He bobbed, slowly working his tongue down the underside of the length and daring to take him in up to the base then pulling back out to the tip again. A hand moved up and cupped Jake’s balls, slowly rolling them and massaging them with each stroke of his lips. His other hand slid down to his own groin and fumbled with the zipper and button. 

“Ah… Corazon.” Jake groaned and pulled him off after a moment. “Strip. I want you on your hands and knees.” 

Jean-Paul never stripped so fast in his life, only slowing down as he sat back and struggled to get his shoes off so his pants could follow. 

Jake watched him like a cat, waiting patiently and looking over every part of him. He waited as Jean-Paul rolled over to his hands and knees, looking down at his own erection that was already wet with pre-cum across the tip. 

“Press your thighs together.” Jake moved behind him, hunching down to avoid hitting the ceiling in the small space. He leaned in and whispered in his ear. “I want to fuck you someday, but this will have to do for now.” 

Jean-Paul shivered and squeezed his thighs together as tightly as he could. He felt the push and watched as Jake’s dick slipped between his thighs to nudge and slide against his balls. “Oh god.” Was all he could say as he felt Jake’s hips smack into his backside. 

He could imagine that dick pushing into him, stretching him open further than he’d ever gone before. The pain and then the pleasure of being filled. Of how it would have found his prostate so easily and just about destroyed him. 

Jake reached down and slowly wrapped his fingers around Jean-Paul’s dick and started to stroke, matching the pace of his own thrusts that moved them forward roughly. 

He knew right away he wouldn’t last long. The jeep rocked with each forceful shove forward, making Jean-Paul groan as he too bucked into the hand gripping him. 

He came hard, arching back into Jake and letting out a string of curses in any language he knew. 

Jake gripped his hip tightly and bucked hard, shooting his load down the front of Jean-Paul heavily. 

Jean-Paul half collapsed, burying his face in his arms, panting as he felt Jake lay across his back fully. He felt the thick cock slip from between his thighs and Jake slowly pull away. 

“Fuck.” Jean-Paul rolled over and slowly sat up in the seat. “Jake… Please tell me this was not a one off. I don’t think I can stand knowing I could never touch you again.” 

Jake sat back in the seat next to him. He looked Jean-Paul over and moved to grab a stash of tissues from behind the seat, holding them out to let him clean up. 

It was easy to see that Jake was thinking. He looked like he was always thinking and analyzing everything. 

At last Jake started to pull his clothes on. “If we meet again. It might be nice to… talk.” 

“If we meet again?” Jean-Paul sighed and cleaned up then moved to get dressed. “I know a dismissal when I hear one.” 

Jake reached out and grabbed his arm. “Amigo. I do not take time from Marc. Marc has enough trouble with… Other things. When I am here, I am here. If we are together and not fighting for our lives… Perhaps someone else saying my name for a change might be nice.” 

Jean-Paul smiled. “I can live with that. I hope we meet many times.” He grinned and leaned in to steal a kiss before slipping out of the jeep. “Perhaps Marc will come around too.” 

Jake frowned. “Doubtful. He is…” He didn’t want to say it.

“An idiot.” Jean-Paul sighed deeply. “I know. And I am a hopeless romantic who is willing to wait forever for what will never be.” 

Jake shrugged and grinned, moving shut the door. “Good night, Jean-Paul.” 

“Good night, Jake.” Jean-Paul watched as Jake’s body flinched and then stretched and changed posture. He would know those square shoulders anywhere. “Good night, Marc…” He sighed and headed back to the camp. 

–

It was only two weeks before Jean-Paul saw Jake again. Fleeting, though it was. 

Marc always took the lead when running into battle. It was something the whole team had come to rely on. The man acted as if he were invulnerable and he was good at what he did. 

Only Jean-Paul saw the flinch as someone ambushed him and engaged in a quick up close attack. The knife came out and there was a flash of blood. The assailant went down and Jake looked up at him, panting and wild as if looking for the next fight. Their eyes locked and Jake smirked and gave a wink before Marc’s brows furrowed and he looked down at the would-be attacker. He put the knife away and continued on. 

It happened many times over the course of that mission. It was a mediocre job full of bad intel and worse assignments, but it paid well and at the end, they were happy enough to collect and get out. 

When night fell, Jean-Paul lay in his tent thinking about how he would spend his money. There was talk of heading to Morocco and that meant fancy food, drugs, and paying too much for a pretty face to follow you to bed. It was the usual life for men that had nothing left but time and money. 

He heard a rustle at his tent door and sat up quickly. It was uncommon to have anyone visit him in his tent, let alone in the middle of the night. 

He blinked as a familiar form stepped in and took a casual stance, hands in pockets and head cocked to one side. 

“Jake? What happened? Is everything alright?” Jean-Paul moved to get up, looking for his gun holster. 

A hand went out and caught him, holding him steady. “Everything is fine. Marc had a… A bad dream. If we try to sleep now, it will just be a night of stress. I saw your light was still on so…” He waved a hand as if the implication was obvious. 

Jean-Paul sat back down and sighed in relief. “Is that what you do? Take over when he’s in danger and having nightmares? Not much of a life, huh?” 

Jake considered as he glanced around the tent, seeing what sorts of things Jean-Paul considered important enough to keep. “I take over when the stress is too real.” 

“I wish I had something like that.” Jean-Paul sighed and slouched back on his cot. “What horrors does one have to go through to get someone certified enough to handle this shit?” 

Jake gave a small laugh that was filled with bitterness. “Childhood ones. Not this shit. This shit gives you other problems.” 

Jean-Paul nodded. His childhood horrors had turned him into a mercenary for hire. “Is this shit what gives him the nightmares? Sometimes we hear him screaming at night. Sometimes we all scream at night, honestly…” The song of the soldier. They all learned to ignore the shrieks and cries that came from the tent nextdoor. 

Jake frowned and slowly walked around the small space, glancing at the folding table with journals and maps on it. His eyes flitted over pictures of various people that once mattered and a few current ones of the people that had fought at his side. 

“No. The nightmares are what followed from a previous life. This shit just reminds us why we’re out here.” He leaned back against the table. “I hear we’re going to Morocco. Marc is going to get drunk and spend the next few days in a stupor. What are your plans, DuChamp?” 

Jean-Paul mulled it over. “I had planned on getting drunk with him the first night. After that… I know an opium den that usually welcomes me in with open arms.” 

“Hmm. Things Marc doesn’t need.” Jake sighed. “I was hoping that perhaps you had other inclinations… Perhaps visiting the hotel room of a man in need of a good proper fucking.” 

Jean-Paul raised an eyebrow and swallowed. “Will you be available in Morocco?” 

Jake laughed. “If Marc had his way he would drink himself into the ground. I give him one night and then take the rest away before he throws himself off a building or…worse.” 

Jean-Paul thought about all the other times they had gone out to blow through their money. How Marc would disappear after a day or two and return looking pissed and with no memory of the rest of their excursions. He had thought it was from being blackout drunk. 

He looked up at Jake fully. The more he learned the more he needed to know about this mysterious man. The more he wanted to be the one letting him work out his stressful life. 

“I’ve got some time on my hands now… You know, if your dick is feeling a little….dry.” He licked his lips and shifted on the cot. 

Jake shifted and smiled. He slowly undid his pants and let them fall to the floor. “Tonight your mouth is mine. Tomorrow I own your ass.” 

“Merde…” He was on his knees faster than a catholic in church. “God, Jake… You are going to split me in half…” He crawled to him and slowly slid his fingers over his dick, coaxing it into full hardness. 

Jake only grunted as Jean-Paul placed a wet kiss on the tip and a sharp suck that made him hiss in a mixture of pleasure and pain. 

“DuChamp…” A warning slipped out with a hiss. “Ah… No marks. Save those for later. I can’t…” 

Jean-Paul laughed and turned his kisses into delicat licks. He loved the idea of Marc getting up in the morning for his first piss and wondering why he had a fat hickey across his dick. A secret marker to claim the body as his own. 

He wanted this body. He wanted to lick every part of it. To know the taste of him. 

He kissed his balls gently then sucked each one in, rolling them over his tongue before moving lower. 

Jake’s breathing hitched as he spread his legs. As powerful and controlling as he seemed, Jean-Paul wondered just how experienced this man was. 

His tongue found Jake’s puckered ass easily and probed, slicking it up and slowly pressing past the delicate tight ring of muscles he found there. “God you’re so tight…” 

A whimper escaped Jake’s lips and control was quickly leaving him as he gripped Jean-Paul’s hair, pulling and digging in tightly. “Ah… Oh god…” 

“I think your ass is mine tonight.” Jean-Paul smirked and pushed his tongue inside, running it around the muscles that clenched and trembled there. He could leave marks here, he thought with a grin. Pulling back he slipped down and sucked the back of a thigh sharply and bit down. 

“Ah!” Jake’s body jerked and he looked down at Jean-Paul with wide eyes. “Hijo de puta. You want to play rough? You think you can own this body?” 

Jean-Paul smirked up at him. “I think I know what I’m doing and you’re here for the ride.” He swept Jake’s feet out from under him and maneuvered him till he was on his hands and knees. 

Quickly shifting to get behind him before Jake could protest, he spread his ass and dove in, licking and sucking at the tender flesh there with renewed vigor. 

The string of spanish that filled the small area was likely to be heard in the next tent over. 

Jake’s hips jerked and Jean-Paul was pleased to see the fat cock hanging down twitch and start to drip precum heavily. He reached down and collected the fluid, letting it slide over his fingers. 

“Relax, mon ami.” He pressed a finger to Jake’s entrance and slowly wiggled it and slipped it inside. He could feel how tense he was, clenching and pushing against his finger desperately. It was nothing compared to the panting whimpers that started to come from the man’s lips. 

“Never been penetrated before, hm?” Jean-Paul groaned. “Did I just take your virginity?” He pushed the finger in deeper and slowly moved it around, exploring him. “I wonder if I can make you cum from just this… You are so sensitive… Are you close?” 

He curled his finger as Jake started to groan. “Fuck… Fuck fuck fuck!” His hips jerked and it was more than clear that he was trying to stay in control of the situation. 

Jean-Paul moved to lay on his back, sliding down between Jake’s legs so he could watch that big beautiful dick twitch and bob above him. He kept his finger wiggling inside him, sliding in and out slowly and stretching him. “Cum for me. Cum for me, Jake. I want to see you cum.” 

His finger pushed deeper and curled, searching…searching… “There.” Jean-Paul found his prostate and stroked across it hard. 

The sounds that Jake made would haunt every wet dream Jean-Paul would ever have again. He pushed again and again, stroking and nudging the ball of nerves until Jake’s hips bucked hard, his dick jerking as it started to shoot out thick ropes of cum. 

Jean-Paul gripped his dick with his free hand and was instantly on him, wrapping his lips around the head and sucking out the fluid, swallowing each load down eager. 

Jake thrashed as his prostate was probed, forcing his orgasm to stretch out as he shot out more than he ever had before. His arms trembled as he struggled to stay upright. “Mierde… Ah… ah!” He rolled, the finger at last leaving him but his dick did not escape the starved mouth. 

Jean-Paul rolled with him, now on top and between his legs as he sucked his dick in to the back of his throat easily. It had been too long since he had tested his gag reflex and he was pleased with just how full Jake filled him. He felt the head nudge the back of his throat and he swallowed, humming around him deeply. 

Fingers dug into his shoulders, leaving deep marks that he would cherish. Hips arched, fucking into his mouth wantonly, pushing deeper and nearly suffocating him with each thrust. 

Hands moved down to his own zipper eagerly pulling his dick out as he sucked. His hands were shaky as he stroked, he could feel Jake working up to another orgasm. 

Jake arched his whole body, drawing blood with his fingernails as he shoved his dick to the back of Jean-Paul’s throat and came. He could feel the throat muscles working as the man sucked him down, desperate not to lose a single drop. 

Jean-Paul groaned as the dick in his mouth stopped twitching. He slowly released it, pleased at the angry red color of his swollen head. Moving up, he straddled Jake’s mid section and let his own dick slap down on the well defined chest there. 

“Oh god…Jake…” He gripped handfuls of Jake’s pecks and started to squeeze, pinching the nipples and pushing them together. “Such a dirty body… Begging for me… Begging to be fucked… Ah… Ah!” He came hard, letting his cum splatter across Jake’s chest. 

Both collapsed, panting and trembling together. Slowly, Jean-Paul rolled off him and lay next to him on the floor. “Christ… I think I blacked out there.” 

“DuChamp…” Jake groaned and glanced down at his chest, taking in the mess. “I think if this had been Marc I would have been triggered out about halfway into that. Been thinking about doing this long?” 

“Since I first laid eyes on that body of yours.” Jean-Paul laughed. “You have spectacular tits… and that ass… Oh fuck.” He looked over at him with a smile. “Was it too much?” 

Jake sat up slightly and groaned as his dick flopped to the side, still partly hard. “I’m starting to worry about Morocco. Maybe I will let Marc go on a bender.” 

Jean-Paul pushed him back down and moved to slowly lick his own cum off that beautiful chest. “Mnh. You know you want to fuck me.” He smirked as he licked over a nipple slowly. “I bet you’ve never had an ass before. You’ll never want anything else again. I’m going to let you pound me so fucking hard.” 

Jake groaned and shoved him away. “I’m not letting that mouth of yours near me again for a while. Marc’s going to wake up sore tomorrow and you are going to have to be the one to explain it to him.” 

Jake slowly got up and grabbed his clothes in a bundle. “Good night, Jean-Paul.” He smirked as he left the tent. 

Jean-Paul laughed and lay back. “Good night, Jake.” 

-

True to his nature, Marc drank enough to kill a man. He staggered around the bar until Jean-Paul sipped the empty bottle from his fingers and escorted him back to his hotel room. 

“Christ, Marc.” Jean-Paul glanced around the room. There was overturned furniture and all reflective surfaces were covered by curtains and bed sheets. He looked down at the man passed out in the bed and sighed. “What is your pain? What hurts you so much that you become two?” 

Jean-Paul took a seat, watching to make sure his friend did not suffocate on his own vomit in the night. So much for his plans at the opium den. His own pain was a dull ache that would have to be worked out later. 

When consciousness returned, he helped Marc to the bathroom and held him up while his body rejected the poison inside. Expensive bottled water was drained, but they could afford it for now. Aspirin was taken and a shower was had, Jean-Paul respectfully helping his friend up so he wouldn’t slip and fall as he leaned against the wall in the too hot water. 

When Marc was finally able to stand on his own, a towel wrapped around his waist, he blinked as if finally seeing Jean-Paul for the first time. 

“Fuck. Frenchie? How much is left? I think I can get some of that expensive shit. Bartender wouldn’t crack it open for me yesterday. Bastard’s gonna open it today. Buy the whole fucking bottle.” Marc took a staggering step towards what was left of the mini bar then stopped. 

His hand fell to his side and the glass fell to the floor, rolling away. “Hijo de puta. Mierde. Feels like a puta took up residence in my head.” Jake glanced around the room and groaned. “What day is it?” 

Jean-Paul sighed and moved to pick up the glass. “Wednesday. We’ve been here three days. He hasn’t had anything today but I’m afraid the past two days were uh… I don’t remember the first day.” 

Jake gave him a look and moved to curl up on the bed. “Asprin?” 

“Just took it.” 

“I want the bottle. Put me out of my misery.” Jake groaned and pulled a pillow over his head. “Just take me out back and put two in me. It’s gotta be better than this.” 

Jean-Paul sat next to him and held out an ice pack. “So you feel what he does?” 

“It’s the same goddamned body. Of course I feel what he does. Aye pendejo!” He snatched the ice bag and rolled over, letting it sit on his forehead. “Why are you here? Shouldn’t you be getting high or some shit?” 

Jean-Paul sighed and lay back next to him. “You know, Marc is my friend. We’ve been through a lot together.” 

“Not just here waiting for a fuck?” Jake glanced at him. “I’m not fucking anything right now. You can go do what you want.” 

Jean-Paul stared at the ceiling for a bit. He remembered the first time he had found Marc passed out in his hotel room, face down in vomit with a bottle of cheap whisky in his hands. He remembered the first time he had spent a night sobbing into Marc’s arms, he himself utterly blitzed out on some bad shit he had gotten from a shady man in an alley. He remembered having Marc’s back and feeling confident that Marc had his after their first few missions together. 

How they had silently promised to always work together. To maybe one day retire if they lived that long. To buy mansions and try to find peace. 

“I think I’ll stay.” He grabbed the side phone and ordered a meal heavy in grease and bread. “My treat.” 

Jake only groaned and rolled over. 

When the food came, he filled a plate and set it down in Jake’s lap. “Eat. I don’t know when he ate last.” 

Jake glared at him, not used to being cared for. He took a bite and sighed as his body slowly stopped clenching up. The bite was soon a ravenous intake as he realized he didn’t know when Marc last ate anything solid either. 

He managed to slow down as he was handed seconds. “What am I to you?” Jake chewed some flat bread slowly. “Just a way to fuck Marc? A way to have his body without having to confess how you feel to him?” 

Jean-Paul stared down at his own plate and pushed around some heavily spiced meat for a moment. “I don’t know. Maybe. I don’t know what you are, honestly. I’ve seen stranger things. The broken men I come across in this work… Some with god complexes and others with lord knows what sort of mental illness that keeps them away from the regular people. I once met a man that insisted I call him Prince Dafrekie. He was a white kid from New Jersey, thought he was an alien sent to earth to free us from the oppression of the sun.” 

Jake raised an eyebrow. “What happened to him?” 

“Took a knife to the throat.” He stared off at the far wall, suddenly not hungry anymore. “He spoke beautiful French. Learned it in high school. Did he really believe he was an alien? I don’t know. Maybe it helped him get through the day. He liked to read poetry to us at dinner time. None of us ever complained. We sat there and listened…” 

Jake sipped his water then set his plate aside. “Marc had a brother. Then he didn’t. He was young and Marc was supposed to take care of him. The water rose and only Marc came up with it.” 

“Is that why…?” Jean-Paul gestured vaguely to Jake. 

“No.” Jake pointed to the mini bar. “It caused that.” 

“So what made you?” Jean-Paul moved to clean up the remaining food. 

Jake watched him for a moment, considering. At last he shifted and pointed to an old faded scar running down Marc’s side. “Maybe the picture frame that landed on us when we hit the wall.” He pointed to another scar at his temple. “Or the glass that hit our head when we made too much noise.” He pointed to a small white mark under his left eye. “Or the belt buckle that went wide when we flinched.” 

“Deadbeat father.” Jean-Paul nodded. 

“A mother that didn’t know how to handle the loss of her favorite son.” Jake sat back again. 

“Maybe not much. Maybe not as bad as some have it… But he was young. It was how we coped. Now I’m here taking his shitty hangovers while he tries to kill himself slowly in misery.” Jake angrily tossed the ice pack across the room. 

“I’m glad you’re here.” Jean-Paul shrugged. “Maybe I’m using you to get at the body. Maybe I’m pretending you’re Marc. I don’t know what goes on in my own fucked up brain… But I like you. A little something that I can hold onto. Like I know the cheat codes.” 

Jake glanced at him for a moment then laughed. “I forget sometimes… You have to be pretty fucked up to work in this line of business.” He held out an arm and pulled Jean-Paul down to lay next to him. “Help me sleep this thing off. Right now I’m pretty much in agreement with the whole oppressive sun shit.” 

“What if Marc wakes up?” Jean-Paul slowly relaxed into his side. 

“Tell him he got drunk and fucked your brains out. Maybe he’ll stop drinking.” Jake closed his eyes and relaxed. 

“If only…” Jean-Paul sighed and rested his head on Jake’s shoulder, smiling to himself as he breathed in the scent next to him. 

–

He had fucked up dreams. Dreams of fucked up images filled with blood and gunfire. When he woke, it was getting darker outside and Jake was still asleep beside him. 

Or perhaps Marc. Could he tell the difference? He sat up and stared down at the man next to him. 

A glance down and he realized the body was naked, the towel long gone and the blankets kicked off. Not just that, but the naked body with a raging hardon. 

Jean-Paul lay back down for a moment, hands clasped tightly over his chest. “Mon dieu.” 

If it was Jake, he would slip down and lovingly take that offering into his mouth and give him a fantastic wakeup call. 

If it was Marc… 

He sat up again and stared. Was there a way to tell? Did he take the risk? Maybe he could pretend to be drunk or high. It wasn’t the first time Marc would have seen him at his worst. 

But then there was the matter of consent. 

“Fuck.” Jean-Paul lay back down and buried his face in the pillow. “This is why you are like this. You no good piece of shit. Horny as hell. Always have been. Get a fucking hold of yourself!” 

The body next to him shifted and an arm and leg draped over him. 

Jean-Paul froze. “Merde.” His heart missed more than a few beats as he felt hips slide against his side. “Merde…” The hips pressed and he felt that thick dick push against his hip. 

“I am not a strong man, don't test me like this…” He trembled as the hips next to him moved again in slow dreamlike motions. “Oh god. Oh god.” He moved to sit up but found himself entangled in limbs. He was just going to have to ride this out. 

HIs heart pounded as he looked down and watched that throbbing member slide against him. “Jake…” his voice trembled as he tried to wake him up. “Hey…Jake?” 

“Mnh.” The body next to him moaned and ground his hips against him harder, seeking more friction. 

Jean-Paul groaned and reached down, letting his fingers ghost across the throbbing cock. “Oh come on… Wake up already… Please…” He rolled as much as he could and turned away. 

The position was too familiar as he felt hips push against his backside fully now and that cock slid down his ass and between his thighs. “Oh god!” 

He sat up and fell out of bed. 

He could hear shuffling in the bed above him and a tired blinking face peered down at him. “The fuck?” Jake glanced around then sat up. “Was having the most wonderful dream…” 

“Yeah. I gathered.” Jean-Paul slowly got up. “You are going to give me a heart attack. How am I supposed to respond to that!” He looked down at the still hard dick that now lay against Jake’s stomach. 

“Well you could be polite about it and help a guy out.” Jake shrugged and reached down to lazily stroke his dick, in no hurry to get himself off. 

Jean-Paul groaned and watched the hand work. “Consent, asshole. I’m a gentleman when I want to be.” 

Jake smirked. “I consent. I think I was promised one ass in Morocco.” 

All english left him as he looked around the room, hoping against hope that Marc had thought ahead for any chance of having sex. 

Jake watched him, still lazily stroking his dick. “Bag. By the door. Outer pocket.” 

Jean-Paul stumbled and dove for the bag, practically ripping into it. Condoms. Lube. Check. 

He tossed them to Jake and immediately started to strip. “You’ve never done this before. If you fucking tear me…” 

“I’m going to guess you aren’t as much a tight ass as I am.” Jake smirked. “Been practicing?” 

Jean-Paul smirked. “All my life.” He watched Jake roll the condom down over himself and groan. 

“Fuck. Get over here.” He got up off the bed and waited for Jean-Paul to crawl onto the bed, presenting his ass up for him. 

To his relief, he felt Jake slide the lube over his waiting entrance then start to slide a finger into him. A fat thick finger that curled and moved curiously. 

“Yes…” Jean-Paul forced himself to relax and pushed back on the finger. “Go ahead. More.” 

“So impatient.” Jake leaned over him and kissed his spine lightly. A second finger slid inside and started to scissor, spreading him and stretching slowly. “Oh.. You are ready, aren’t you?” 

“One more.” Jean-Paul whimpered. “Just one more…” 

Jake laughed and pulled his fingers out then slowly pushed in three, testing his ring of muscles and stretching him more than he had in ages. 

The fingers pulled out and he felt Jake move behind him and slide his dick across his ass slowly. “Oh yes… yes… Jake…” 

“Say my name again.” Jake groaned and pushed the head to his entrance. “You aren’t fucking Marc here. Remember that.” 

“Jake… Fuck me Jake.” He gasped. “I want you to fuck me, Jake.” 

Jake’s hips hitched and slowly pushed the fat head into him with a pop then held still. “Yes… Again. Louder.” 

“Jake!” Jean-Paul moaned. He could feel the thick girth waiting to stretch him. His hips trembled as he waited for that delicious push and stretch he knew was coming. “Jake fuck me goddamn it!” 

Hips were slammed together and Jean-Paul saw stars as Jake pushed into him all at once to the base. He was pretty sure if Jake had asked, he would have spoken in Spanish for the rest of his life just to beg him to keep going. 

Luckily he didn’t have to beg as Jake gave a shuddering groan and started to move. He pulled out to the tip then pushed back in, testing the feel and deciding how he liked it. He pushed in and held it then pulled out to the head and waited. “Damn… Fucking damn….” He seemed to have short circuited as he felt Jean-Paul clench around him. “Mierde!” 

“Fuck me.” Jean-Paul looked back at him. “Do it, Jake. I want to feel you inside me. I want to feel you fuck me into the ground like I know you can.” 

Jake gave him a flushed smile and gripped his hips, holding him steady. “DuChamp, shut up and moan.” 

He slid into him, slowly picking up the pace, occasionally changing angles to see which agreed with him more. When he angled down and hit Jean-Paul’s prostate he gave a wild laugh and let loose, bucking into him like his life depended on it. 

All language left him as Jean-Paul clutched at the bed sheets. He could only groan and babble incoherently with each inward thrust that rubbed against his prostate roughly. 

He felt his own orgasm build and gasped as his dick splattered his cum over himself. Still, Jake did not stop, grunting and rutting into him like a beast. 

He reached his second orgasm and screamed out, thrashing on Jake’s fat cock each time he felt the pull and push against his sensitive muscles. “Jake! Jake! Oh god!” 

He felt Jake’s hips hitch and jerk then the feel of his dick twitching and pulsing inside. Mercifully, Jake slowly pulled out of him and flipped him over. 

Jean-Paul lay back, staring up at Jake with wide eyes. “Adonis…” 

Jake was still fully hard, the condom full of his cum. “I’m not done with you, DuChamp.” 

He slid his condom off and smirked. “Fuck me.” 

Despite coming twice, his dick practically jumped to full attention at the command. 

“Are you sure? It’s going to be different than a finger and Marc might notice if he can’t sit for a week…” He had no idea why he was protesting. 

Jake laughed and bent over the bed, spreading his legs. “Payback for the hangover. Besides, it’s my body too.” He smacked his own ass and looked up at him. “Fuck me.” 

Jean-Paul pulled out another condom and slipped it on quickly. He leaned over Jake, stroking his hands over his ass and hips lovingly. “Amazing. I don’t know which of you worked hard to get this perfect ass, but I applaud you.” 

“That would be Marc.” Jake laughed softly. “Who needs emotions when you can just do a million squats every day.” 

“Emotions are overrated. Ass is all you need.” Jean-Paul gave a slow lick over his entrance then pulled out the lube and applied a generous amount. “Relax.” He slid a finger in and gently worked around the rim. 

Jake’s back arched and he clenched tightly then slowly forced himself to relax. “Another… I’ve got this.” 

Jean-Paul laughed and kissed his bottom gently. “You have amazing control of your body.” He slipped a second finger in and slowly spread them, stretching and pushing. 

Jake gritted his teeth and started to breathe heavily. “I’ve had to. Keep going. Ah… I think I got this now. Just…Just gotta relax…” 

Jean-Paul made sure to slick up his dick heavily. He lacked the sheer girth that Jake had, but he was in no way short. 

He positioned himself and started to push, keeping a steady pressure until he popped through and held. 

Jake dug his fists into the bed and groaned, his arms trembling as he put all his effort into relaxing. Jean-Paul held still, waiting till his muscles stopped clenching down so tightly, no matter how good it felt. 

Finally he felt Jake’s body relax. He pushed and slid in easily. 

Jake cried out and groaned as his nerves lit up all at once. “Oh holy shit… That feels… Oh god!” He squirmed and rocked his hips back to meet him. “Do that again.” 

Jean-Paul smirked. “Someone’s a little sensitive.” He slowly pulled out to the head, not wanting to force him just yet, then pushed back in. 

Jake’s ass swayed and he squirmed, slowly lowering his face to rest against the pillows as he lifted his ass up. “More… Nnh… Harder.” 

The pace picked up, keeping long strokes each time as he felt the muscles flutter and squeeze around him. He wasn’t going to last. 

From the sounds Jake was making, he wasn’t going to last either. A hand snaked around and gripped his dick tightly, stroking with every thrust. 

The room was filled with panting and groans as their hips slapped together, harder and harder until Jake’s hips bucked and he came hard. 

Jean-Paul wasn’t far behind as he buried himself deep inside and released. 

They both collapsed forward, completely spent. It was a struggle to move enough to pull out of him and get the condom off. 

Jake found his towel from before and used it to try to clean up a little then just rolled over. “Marc isn’t getting his deposit back.” 

“Does he ever?” Jean-Paul nuzzled in, 

“Sometimes.” Jake mumbled. “If I’m in charge.” 

“Not this time.” Jean-Paul laughed. “I think you might be an ass man.” 

Jake groaned. “And what does that make you?” 

“I’m still all about those tits.” He rolled over and nuzzled his face into Jake’s chest.

To his surprise, Jake didn’t push him away. He simply wrapped his arms around him and held him, moving a hand to stroke his hair. 

They lay together in silence for a while then Jake sighed. “You know this can’t last, right?” 

Jean-Paul thought about it for a moment. “I think I knew that coming into it. It’s the nature of our work…Of our life. If we don’t die, we eventually move on. Follow some other self-destructive path or if we get lucky, we hit a big job and disperse with all the gold and riches we dreamed of…” 

“I hope you find someone that isn’t broken, Jean-Paul…” Jake looked up at the ceiling, stroking his hair gently. “I hope you get out and do whatever makes you happy with someone that has great tits for you to cum all over.” 

He laughed and looked up at Jake. “I hope you find happiness, Jake. Someday when you don’t have to hide or worry about Marc swallowing his misery into an early grave. I hope Marc can sit on a beach somewhere peaceful and let you watch a beautiful ass swim in the waves.” 

“Till then, I don’t mind this.” Jake gave a light hearted smack on Jean-Paul’s backside. “Marc will always be an idiota that needs saving. I’ll see you here and there…” 

Jean-Paul nuzzled his chest and wrapped his arms around him. “There’s always the next payday…” 

Jake searched inside for a moment. “We still have this payday. Marc’s going to be out for a while and I’ve only just learned how good it feels to be properly fucked.” 

Jean-Paul laughed and shoved him away. “I’ve created a monster.” 

“Mnh. You corrupted me with that amazing mouth of yours.” He leaned in and kissed him deeply. It was slow and intimate, the immediate fire had burned down. In this moment he could feel all the insecurities, fears, and needs of a man that did not get enough time being alive. 

“Jake…” He whispered against his lips. “Mon amour.” 

“Te quiero....Te amo…” He whispered back, feeling at peace for just this little while. 

[himexyandere]

Imagine a group of three mermen find you, a human, stranded near their waters. They've never seen a human before, let alone one so cute! You're dehydrated and starving, so they take it upon themselves to nurse you back to health. They get you everything you need even before you need it, making sure you're always comfortable and satisfied. Once you're able to start walking again, the mermen start bringing you presents ranging from pearls, pretty shells, and large fish. You accept gifts from all three of them, to which they respond with confused expressions and clicks that you can't understand. They don't speak your language, obviously, but you've always been able to communicate through hand signs and pointing. They all start acting a little odd and you can't keep up with their conversations.

"She accepted all of our gifts! Does that mean she wants to mate with us all?"

"That must be it, there's no other explanation."

"She seems happy with all three of us as mates, but... Can a human truly handle our offspring..?"

The following evening, the biggest out of the mermen approaches you, cooing softly and clicking as he caresses your legs and thighs. It doesn't take you long to understand what he wants, especially when he starts spreading your legs and prodding his nose at your pussy. He eats you out with his long tongue reaching deep, webbed hands keeping your thighs spread wide so he can enjoy your cute little cunt, gushing and leaking for him. After he's made you come twice, he retreats a little, causing you to sit up in confusion. Your eyes are immediately drawn to the thing emerging from a slit located below his stomach. Not only is it long; it's also thick, curved, and intimidating. It isn't until you see that the other two mermen have appeared behind him, cocks also exposed, that you finally understand what's about to happen...

"Did you prepare her?"

"Yes, I think she's ready."

"She's our pretty mate, I'm sure she can take all three of us!"

[rxmye]

" 𝐈 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 "

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐉𝐎𝐂𝐊 — a confident athlete who turns into pathetic putty at the thought of you . . .

nsfw / sixteen + content / smut / gender neutral reader / yandere content / sub!yandere / masturbation / pervert yandere (he literally breaks into the locker room for your shit) / olfactophilia/osmolagnia (scent/smell kink) / dacryphilia (kink for crying) / breath play / yandere oc x reader

masterlist | requesting rules | character info . . . a/n: haven't wrote smut in awhile, so im a bit rusty . . .

Lucas dangled the keys in his hands, a grin playing on his face as he walked towards the locker room—using the key to unlock the door—it was pretty easy grabbing the keys from the janitor's room, not that this school was particularly secure with their locks. It would be pretty easy breaking in, if he tried hard enough . . 

Lucas scanned the area, looking through each locker trying to find which one was yours . . he had your lock combination memorized, though he did get a little help from a friend in order to figure it out.

His hands reached for the clothes that you had left in your locker, lifting it up to his face, eyes going half lidded as he inhaled your intoxicating scent, he felt his face growing warm and his body growing weak. Lucas leaned down onto the lockers for support, almost losing balance as he slid down onto the floor.

Lucas pressed the flimsy piece of clothing further onto his face, engulfing himself in your smell—so much so that he could almost taste you—all the while his other hand travelled downwards, clumsily unbuckling his pants in a hurry . . hasty movements contradicted his rational mind, not bothering to care if he'd get caught.

He slid his pants down, just enough to reveal his semi-hard cock—a soft whine escaped him at the feeling of the cold air—his free hand now teasing his tip, as he relaxed his body, closing his eyes shut . .—imagining how disgusted you'd be seeing him in this pitiful state— . . that really turned him on, he cussed under his breath at how pitiful and pathetic his thoughts were . .

Lucas wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, slowly moving his hand up and down—his vision growing hazy—as he let out breathy sighs of pleasure—whines growing louder when he moved his hand faster.

Lucas stuffed the clothing he took, and pushed it into his mouth—drool escaped the corners of his mouth—blocking his ability make a sound, as he moved his hand faster around his cock—little tear droplets stinging his eyes, as he felt his legs shake slightly at the sheer pleasure—he used his now free hand to pinch his nose, closing his only source of air . . .

All he could taste was you, the clothing taking away all the moisture in his mouth, as tears begin to escape his eyes, saliva escaping the corners of his mouth, dripping onto his clothing—his legs began to convulse—his back arching slightly, as he finally came, all over the floor . . .

Lucas spat out the fabric, "fuck", the bell rang . . How is he gonna clean up this mess fast enough? . .

@ rxmye , do not repost, plagiarize, translate, or adapt my work/theme without prior permission and or confirmation.

[deunmiu-dessie]

ⅴ▬ ⁽ 𝑜𝓇𝒸 ⁾

𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉 ♡︎ : ₅˖₇ₖ ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡

𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 ♡︎ : mdni----- unedited, NSFW,  explicit content, teratophilia, orc/royalty!human, rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie, overstimulation, breeding, spit kink, sloppy kisses, size difference, somnophilia, slight voyeurism, orcish, reader loses all forms of etiquette and just babbles-- stupidly, belly bulge. ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎

𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎 ♡︎: as royalty it's your duty to marry and provide heirs for the kingdom, however, your parents have a different plan for you.

꒰m!orc ₊⊹ afab!reader꒱

 𝐹or as long as you can remember, you have been allured by the forbidden. Whenever your parents commanded you to abstain from a certain act or sternly prohibited you from engaging in another, it ignited a fervor within your being. And inevitably, you succumbed to its allure.

Your relationship with your parents was not a harmonious one. From the time you were but a child, they made it abundantly clear that you were not conceived out of their love for one another, but rather out of an obligation to the throne. To them, you were an inconvenience, a mere hindrance that they longed to be rid of. Thus, you existed in a perpetual state of unease, forever uncertain of their next move.

The castle bustled with activity this week, the number of knights seemed to have multiplied, and your encounters with your parents grew scarce. Your daily meals together became non-existent- not that you were complaining. Instead, during supper, they scorned and mocked you—drawing comparisons to your elder cousin who had recently become betrothed to a Duke. You were aware that they would arrange a marriage for you; it was inevitable, but you hoped it would be to someone who would eventually cherish you as you would them.

Verily, this day seemed naught but a replica of the day prior—a day draped in melancholy. The heavens were adorned with clouds of a somber ashy hue, obscuring the radiant sun in its entirety, and permitting but a scant ray of light to penetrate. You lay sprawled on your bed; the clamor from beyond your door kept you from getting any sleep, so you opt to lay there, eyes shut and breathing even.

The two hefty thuds at your door jolt you awake, your eyes snapping to the entrance. A servant girl stood there, her gaze piercing, and her upper lip curled in a sneer. "The King and Queen request your presence for a meal in the dining chamber."

You release a heavy sigh and nod. "Yes, I shall join them shortly, Nadia." she scoffs and closes the door with a soft thud. Rubbing the remnants of sleep from your eyes, you rose from your bed, slipping into your shoes with a sense of resignation. Hastily, you arranged your disheveled hair and adjusted your attire in the mirror, preparing yourself for the impending encounter. Finally, summoning your resolve, you embarked on the descent towards the dining hall.

 Your stomach churns uncomfortably as you motion towards the knights, fingers twisting nervously as they swing open the heavy oak doors. Stepping into the chamber, you swiftly bow and linger there for a moment, awaiting permission to be seated. "Hail to the Sun and Moon of the realm." Your sire grunts and gestures for you to take a seat; you release a shaky breath and settle across from your mother, who pays you no mind.

Within the dining hall, a profound stillness prevails, accompanied solely by the gentle clatter of utensils upon porcelain plates. You dare to disrupt the silence, your heart constricting within your breast, burdened by your uneasiness. " Pray tell, have I heard true? Have the demons breached the borders, causing mayhem? Is that why the ranks of the noble knights have swelled in recent days?"

The older man looks up from his meal, steely eyes on your face. "I did not deem you astute enough to discern matters of such nature, but aye, it is true. The Orcs shall breach the barrier if we do not do something. The knights from Tvatian shall not grace us with their presence for a week's time, yet our defenses wane with each passing moment."

The sound of your mother's throat being cleared reverberates through the air, abruptly drawing your eyes towards her. "You shall soon attain the age of twenty, my dear. Do you have any intentions of entering into wedlock?" Her voice possesses a cloying sweetness, signifying her ulterior motives; she is forever scheming. As you carefully place your knife and fork on the table, you grant her your undivided focus. "Aye, mother," you reply, your words tinged with a touch of uncertainty.

With a disapproving click of her tongue, she gracefully lifted her goblet to her lips, attempting to conceal the mischievous grin that flickered across her features. "Verily, a little bird has whispered in my ear that Orcs take pleasure in having humans as mere playthings, using them as harlots and passing them amongst themselves. How dreadful."

 Your hands clench beneath the table, and you struggle to suppress the bile that threatens to rise. Your heart thumps sporadically in your chest, almost painfully. What is she implying? "Pray tell, what is the essence of your words?"

"The royal family's expectations are not to be taken lightly, my child. If you persist in shirking your responsibilities by avoiding marriage and offspring, alternative measures must be considered. You shall be delivered to the head Orc at the border; mayhap that will pacify them until the Tavatian knights arrive." Your father had spoken this time, causing you to swiftly turn your gaze towards him. Tears welled up in your eyes, and a soft laughter escaped your lips. "Pray, father, assure me that you jest."

The answer lies within his silence. Your hands collide with the table, your head sways vehemently from side to side. "Nay, nay! You shall not subject me to this. What offense have I caused thee? I have obeyed all your commands unquestioningly, and you are planning to— Nay, I shall not proceed."

As the succulent salmon dances on her fork, your mother's laughter fills the air, resonating with a warmth that belies the gravity of her words. "My dear child, you find yourself bereft of options. You shall be deemed a traitor to the noble lineage and condemned to perish before your very birthday." A lump lodges itself in your throat, and tears stream down your face, as you rue the moment you stepped out of your room. "For what reason do you bear such animosity towards me?"

"Escort her back to her chamber; she's giving me indigestion," your mother states with a grimace.  The knights pause briefly, uncertain of how to guide you away. Dismissing them with a wave of your hand, you rise from your chair and exit the chamber, tears clouding your sight. The journey back is unsettling, with the maids gossiping and gesturing, their disdain evident on their faces, and their disapproving gazes following you.

The door is forcefully slammed shut behind you, and with great urgency, your feet carry you to your bed, where you collapse with a heavy sigh. Almost immediately, your pillow becomes saturated with the tears that pour forth, and you huddle into yourself, simply becoming smaller. 

  Indeed, you knew this would occur eventually, but you hadn't thought you would be handed over to some hideous monster who would likely slay you upon arrival. Violent sobs wrack your body, shaking you to the core, while your nose runs uncontrollably, the pillow muffles a scream of agony.

After half an hour had passed, you lay there, sleep welcoming you with warm arms. The answer to this puzzle would reveal itself upon your awakening.

—

Woken by the sound of shuffling, faint whispers, and delicate clinks, you remain motionless, filled with trepidation, and unwilling to stir from your position. You quickly clench your eyes shut upon hearing the intruder approach. As much as you desired to confront them, you were also intrigued to uncover their intentions within your room.

"Seize her limbs; we must transport her to the dungeon." In an instant, your heart falters, trembling fiercely, and for a moment, your breath is held captive. As your eyes snap open, the ceiling of your chamber looms above you. Swiftly, you strike at the person nearest to you, expressing gratitude to the gods as you hear their curse.

Emerging hastily from the confines of your bed, you sprint towards the exit, a shrill cry escaping your lips as a hand clutches your ankle. You descend abruptly, your chin colliding with the cold marble beneath, silently expressing gratitude for the prudent act of placing your tongue against the roof of your mouth in the final moments.

   Swiftly flipping over, you kick frantically, tears streaming down your face as your legs are forcefully spread apart, and the assailant inserts themselves between your thighs, seizing hold of your arms.

Your vision blurs as a heavy slap is brought across your face. The brief respite from your struggle grants the assailants the opportunity to lay a cloth upon your nostrils. Your eyes flutter shut, darkness casting a shadow upon your vision. The feel of your body being lifted is the only thing you remember.

Within the confines of the cell, you find yourself in a state of contemplation, your head gently leaning against the cold metal bars. The sharp sound of heels striking the ground causes you to straighten up. The passage of time remains elusive, yet the atmosphere hints at the arrival of a new day, shrouded in the quiet of dawn.

Your mother's face came into view, causing you to sneer in disdain as you buried your head in your knees, refusing to meet her gaze. The very sound of her voice sent shivers down your spine, igniting a mixture of anger and sorrow within you. She callously auctioned you off, displaying a complete lack of concern for your well-being.

"I reckoned it would be preferable for you to don your best attire, but it would be futile. A watchman shall be present shortly to guide you to the border, make no disturbance, do you understand? 'Twould be unsightly if you do."

You ignore her, but deep down, you are filled with dread to venture towards the border. You longed to weep and plead with her to refrain from sending you, but it would only wound your pride. Instead, she smiles and draws nigh unto the prison bars. "When we emerge victorious in this war, and if you are still breathing, I shall dispatch you to a brothel. I couldn't possibly have such a defiled child. Revel in your sojourn there, my dear."

The clatter-clack of her footwear slowly vanishing into the distance brings forth a torrent of tears. Why must this befall you? What sin have you committed to warrant such treatment? The jingle-jangle of keys catches your attention; the guard stands before you with a look of pity. "Your majesty, the time has arrived."

You nod in a pitiful manner and rise from the ground, using your soiled hands to dry your tears, leaving traces of dirt on your cheeks. As you draw near to the guard,  he pulls down his sleeve and tenderly wipes your cheeks with a sympathetic smile. You bow softly in gratitude and proceed to walk with him to the carriage.

He assists you inside and closes the door; a click prompts you to peer through the tiny gap. A lock secures the door; as you lock eyes with the guard, he merely sighs and shakes his head. "The Queen has requested this. I beg your pardon, Your Majesty." 

  You remain silent, leaning back in the seat and staring blankly at the castle. You see your father standing at his office window, observing. You avoid his gaze, curling up in the seat. Then, as the carriage sets in motion, your heart swells, and tears flow.

The carriage's abrupt jolt awakens you from your nap; the sun is just beginning to descend, signaling the end of a day filled with endless riding. The only noise is the steady trot of the horses and the occasional whisper of the soldiers. Have you arrived already? You swallow nervously and flinch as the door is forcefully opened. "We have arrived, your highness."

You nod and sit up, clasping his hand to disembark from the carriage. Your eyes swiftly survey the surroundings. Despite the tales, the border seemed relatively serene. You couldn't hear anything from beyond the wall. At length, a throat is cleared,  causing you to look up, and the guard beckons you along. You hesitate for only a moment before fortifying your resolve and walking forward.

After much anticipation, the distant voices grow more distinct. "Captain, 'tis here! Shall we unseal the gates?" The clamor of the ponderous wheels turning and ascending is loud in your ears. The gate opens enough to allow your passage beneath. They weren't wasting time at all. The guard places a hand on your lower back and pushes you forward gently. "The Orc General has agreed to receive you; he's on the other side waiting."

You suppress the lump in your throat and proceed, every gaze fixed upon you. The wall loomed thick and intimidating,  and you couldn't shake off the fear of it collapsing on you as you reached the other side. However, as you eventually crossed over, your gaze locked with his.

Standing tall at a minimum of 9 feet, he possessed a powerful build adorned with thick muscles, and hair decorating his chest. Dark brown hair cascaded down to his waist woven into an intricate braid, contrasting against his pear-colored complexion and a thick beard enveloped his jaw. Scars crisscrossed his body, enhancing his rugged charm.  Despite his blunt tusks, one of which was slightly chipped, there was no denying the outrageous attractiveness of this Orc.

As he takes a step forward, an instinctual reflex compels you to retreat, a shiver of trepidation coursing through your being. Your legs, heavy as if forged from lead, refuse to heed your desperate plea for escape. A subtle chuckle escapes his lips, the corners curling upwards in a smug grin. "Time is not a luxury I possess, little human," he mocks, his voice dripping with impatience. 

  You part your lips to utter a response, but only silence greets your futile attempt. The resounding thud of the closing wall seals your grim destiny, causing your weakened knees to buckle beneath you, surrendering to the tender embrace of the grassy ground. With a deep sigh, he strides towards you, casting a towering shadow over your slumped figure, a chilling reminder of his overpowering presence.

With utmost ease, he effortlessly lifts you, as if you were as light as a feather. Your body tenses in his embrace, a mixture of vulnerability and anticipation. The tears well up, threatening to spill over. Surprisingly, his touch is tender, his hands delicately traversing your legs and back. Summoning your courage, you manage to muster a question, your voice trembling slightly. 

  "Might I inquire about your name?"  Despite your hesitant speech, he pays no mind, his voice resonating with a deep timber that sends a surge of desire coursing through your veins. A flush of warmth spreads across your face, compelling you to avert your gaze and focus on your lap. "I am Loran, the General of the Mammoth Clan."

Silence envelops the air for a fleeting moment before your voice breaks through once more. "My name is (Name)" He acknowledges your introduction with a subtle hum, and together, you navigate through the labyrinthine paths until you arrive at a large tent. With utmost care, he settles you upon a sumptuous bed adorned with furs, then proceeds to position himself near a table, obscuring its contents from your prying eyes. 

  A knot tightens in your throat as you summon the courage to voice your deepest fear. "Might you have intentions of devouring me?" you whisper, recoiling at the childlike vulnerability that tinges on your words.

His laughter causes a flutter in your chest; every aspect of him leaves your insides twisted. At last, he ceases his actions and pivots to meet your gaze, his arms folded. You had to physically remind yourself to avert your eyes from his well-defined muscles. "Would you like me to?" His voice carries a teasing lilt, yet his words hint at something more intimate.

You shake your head in denial and draw your knees closer to your body. He was nothing like the figure you had imagined; you were convinced that your life would have ended by now. Your gaze wanders aimlessly as you delve into your own musings. Unbeknownst to you, he crouches down before you. The calloused tips of his fingers grazing your chin send a shiver down your spine. Your eyes meet his, and you find yourself holding your breath.

"The hour grows late; retire for the night. "

 You offer a silent nod, watching him leave the tent. Following his guidance, you settle back onto the furs. After the tumultuous events of the day, slumber swiftly envelops you, embracing the plush comfort of the bedding.

The warmth seeping into your skin prompts you to wriggle out of the furs. The weight of an arm flung over your stomach arrests you, dread settling in your heart and coiling around it like a vice. Though yesterday's events come rushing back to you and you relax, your tense body melting into Loran's embrace.  

  Despite the circumstances that brought you here, he had shown nothing but kindness, even playfulness - he didin't really make you uneasy, and it seemed as though a burden had been lifted from your shoulders.

In the realm of uncertainty, his actions remained capricious, yet amidst this unpredictability, a newfound liberation enveloped your being, you were free. Loran, with an irresistible allure, draws you nearer, your bodies melding as your front meets his. You place your hands on his chest and gently create distance, huffing as he cuddles closer.

After struggling a bit more, you come to a stop and seize the opportunity to examine him closely. Withdrawing your hand from his chest, you gently place it on his cheek, relishing its velvety texture. Loran possessed a striking appearance. Tracing your fingers along his lips, the sensation of his tusks lightly brushing against your fingertips captivates you once more. Their smoothness leaves you mesmerized. The rounded tips are gentle and harmless; they would not cause any discomfort if you were to share a kiss.

 Blushing with embarrassment, your cheeks turn a rosy hue, and for a fleeting moment, you seek solace by burying your face into his chest. Raising your gaze once more, you cautiously wave your hand before his face, ensuring his continued slumber. With no signs of movement and a steady rhythm of breath, a sigh of relief escapes your lips. 

  Gradually, you shift your position, ascending along his form, while your heart flutters nervously within your chest. With a mixture of fascination and unease, you lean closer, drawn to an inexplicable magnetism emanating from him. His lips, so alluring, entice you irresistibly.

 Placing your hand on his cheek, you lean in with deliberate slowness, capturing his lips with yours. The sensation of his tusks grazing your skin sends a rush of pleasure up your spine. With closed eyes, you deepen the kiss, savoring the unexpected softness of his lips. His taste is intoxicating, akin to a forbidden elixir. You have always been drawn to forbidden pleasures.

With a hint of reluctance, you retreat, allowing your eyes to slowly unveil the world around you. A startled gasp escapes your lips as your gaze meets Loran's. Despite your endeavors to break free from his embrace, his arms encase you like unyielding steel, entrapping you. Loran's chuckle resonates with a profound and drowsy timbre, while his hand ascends to firmly grasp your chin. "Do not flee from me, Sma ni." ( little one )

His lips are on yours, gentle and governing. His other hand gripping your waist and quickly lifting you onto his chest. The sensation of his thick and moist tongue overpowering your mouth elicits a fervent moan from deep within you, while your thighs instinctively clasp around his stomach. As his hands glide up your top, the pads of his fingers diligently work out the tension in your soft skin. Gradually, they find their way to your hips, expertly guiding them to grind against his abdomen.

With a soft whine escaping your mouth, you break the connection of his kiss, and your tongue lazily protrudes, leaving a trail of warm saliva on your chin. A primal growl resonates from deep within his chest, causing your thoughts to blur. Your hands instinctively find their way to his chest, the rough hair gently tickling your palms. The pressure on your hips eases, and his hand tightly grasps your hair, enabling him to sit up and halt the rhythmic grind of your hips.

A soft whimper escapes your lips as the throbbing sensation between your thighs intensifies.  Loran's lips trail along the curve of your throat, delicately nibbling at your tender skin, while his tongue glides with ease. Suddenly, a tearing sound startles you and a rush of cool air caresses your newly bared legs. The remnants of your shredded trousers gracefully descend to the floor, leaving you vulnerable and exposed.

Upon the velvety fur, Loran tenderly positions you, his voracious eyes meticulously exploring the expanse of your body. In a swift motion, he removes the sole obstruction that conceals your body, leaving you vulnerable to his cravings. You clench your thighs, your pussy pulsating with emptiness. This man was sinful; he looked so delectable, his lips shimmering with the remnants of your passionate kisses, and his complexion adorned with a captivating flush.

He lets out a deep groan, settling himself amidst your thighs, the ache in your legs a mere whisper compared to the intensity of his touch, tongue dancing over your nipples, nipping and tugging. Loran's hand travels up your body, his thick fingers entering your warm, wet mouth. You suppress a gag and suck on them shyly, tears welling up in your eyes. As his fingers delve deeper into your throat, you grasp his wrist firmly, your hips grinding against his thick bulge.

Loran pulls his fingers from your mouth, watching the rivulets of saliva drip down his digits. Leaving a glistening trail of moisture along your body, Loran delicately caresses his fingers through the soft curls of hair on your pussy, teasing you with the soft touch of his fingertips. With deliberate precision, he gradually eases one digit into the confines of your snug entrance stretching you. You pull your fleshy bottom lip into your mouth, teeth digging painfully. Your lashes flutter, exposing the whites of your eyes as they roll back in blissful surrender, eyebrows arching. Your mewls are soft and pleading. "Mmph! L-Loran. Please "

Your voice is a siren's call to him, as you whimper and plead for him. His desire to possess you completely, to fuck you full of his cum, to have you swollen with his young, consumes him. The mere thought of it almost brings him to the brink of release. Granting mercy upon your adorable, fucked out face, he finally sinks his finger into your cunt, relishing the exquisite tightness that embraces him, while your delicate hands clutch his braid and tug.

  With his other hand, he gently cups your cheeks between his large, powerful fingers, causing your lips to pucker. His mouth descends upon yours, messy and dominating, leaving a trail of mingled saliva that pools down your flushed cheeks. He chuckles as your eyes wander elsewhere, glazed and hazy with pleasure as he eases a single finger inside you.

A high-pitched sound escapes your lips as he expertly probes a sensitive spot deep within you, causing your hips to tremble and your inner walls to clench around his fingers. Leaning closer, his warm breath brushes against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. "Ayh lat naka ve cum, sma shara? " His mother tongue is foreign to you, but it sounds absolutely erotic, especially while he's stroking your drooling pussy skillfully. You shudder fervently, emitting mewls and whimpers, as the squelching noises of his thrusts fill the confined space of the tent. “I—uhn~ w-wait p-please, Lor…” You babble nonsensically. ( are you going to cum, little human? )

 Loran, in a teasing mood, complies with your dumb prattling, and moves away from you, fingers slipping out with an erotic pop. A soft whimper escapes your lips, your lower lip jutting out in a pout as tears well up in your eyes from the empty feeling in your pussy, your eyes widen at seeing him suck on his dampened fingers. “N-no, why’d you stop!” 

 With a chuckle, the Orc leans in to press a tender kiss on your flushed cheeks, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "I simply did as you asked, Faushnu," he whispers. Pulling back slightly, he studies your expression - your eyebrows furrowed, lips parted, and your chest rising and falling rapidly. "I did not mean for this," you whimper, grinding your hips against his growing bulge. “M-more. Give me more.” You give him a stern glare, that only turns him on more, his little hostage was so demanding. ( baby ) "Of course, Your Highness," he says, his tone dripping with playful mockery. Loran's large hands firmly grasp your waist, swiftly maneuvering you onto your stomach. With a gentle yet commanding motion, he elevates your hips, causing your face to be buried in the soft furs beneath you. The sensation is almost agonizing as your back arches, eliciting a sharp squeal from your lips. A glob of warm saliva unexpectedly lands on your moistened pussy, causing an involuntary clenching reaction. "What are yo--?" 

  Before you can finish, the sudden roughness of his tongue against your throbbing cunt has you seeing stars. His feral growls reverberate through the air, as his tongue delves and ravishes you with an insatiable fervor. Reduced to a whimpering wreck, tears of rapturous delight cascade down your flushed face.  Desperate to regain control, you weakly press your small hand against the crown of his head, attempting to halt the relentless onslaught. "No more, please, m'gunna cum. Want to cum for you," you manage to slur amidst incoherent babbling, your words a contradictory mix. 

Loran, enraptured by your musings, fingers your pussy once again, effortlessly finding that spongey nerve inside of you and deftly curling his thick finger into it, time and again. A torrent of scorching pleasure engulfs your entire being, as you succumb to an intense climax, your trembling thighs embracing his head while your pussy flutters around his finger.

" Loran! "You slur, thighs still convulsing as the feel of Loran's hands on the fat of your hips seems multiplied, your mind filled with goo. The rustle of fabric falling to the ground barely registers before his thick cock presses into your pussy, hands guiding your hips onto him. Warmth trickles onto your pulsing cunt, his saliva lubing where you connect. You clench around him, emitting obscene moans. 

   He delves deeper, your snugness yielding to his thick, heavy cock. You swear you can feel every pulsating vein, every ridge of him inside of you. You whimper and whine when he fucks half of his big cock into your tiny little hole, and you thrash and let out small mewls of pleasure. "Mmph, Lor--!! it won't fit!" you whimper amidst sobs. 

"Hm?" He utters, his voice a low hum, as he observes with rapt attention as you stretch around his green, monstrous cock. The pressure within your abdomen steadily intensifies, inch by inch, until Loran thrusts in the last couple of inches, his large balls flush against your engorged clit. You're already fucked stupid, pupils blown, and moans strewing from your lips. The Orc takes hold of your hand, guiding it towards your stomach, allowing you to feel the undeniable presence of his shaft protruding from your belly. "Do you feel me? Feel my cock in your insides, my little human?"

With a forceful motion, he retreats, then thrusts forcefully into you, his grip tightening on your hair as he pulls.  A fervent moan escapes your lips, as the resounding collision of his hips against your ass fills the air, the only thing you can hear. The wet squelching of your arousal intermingles with his precum, cascading onto the opulent furs beneath you. His name becomes a sacred mantra, slipping from your tongue like a fervent prayer. "S'good, m'gunna cum, let me cum, please, please."

With a gentle caress, Loran's hand ascends your stomach, pinching your sensitive nipples. You mewl, back arching as you clench and pulse around his thick length, cumming harder than before, a wave of darkness gently tinting your vision. A low, guttural moan reverberates from deep within you, harmonizing with Loran's unyielding thrusts. “That's a good fuckin’ girl.”

The Orc's hand comes down on your ass, observing the quivering flesh. Your violated hole trembles around Loran's thick length, and he snickers, his hips stuttering. "You're mine. Hm? Do you understand, pet?" His thrusts became more profound, faster, not giving you rest, groaning as you nod quickly, whimpering.

You turn your gaze towards him, his fingers constricting in your tresses. "Loran, want you to cum inside me, please." Your feeble arms emerge from beneath your form, delicate hands reaching to spread your pussy wider. "You will, right?"

 Your wanton plea hurls the massive Orc over the brink. Loran's hips slam into yours once more as his scorching cum coats your walls; the copious amount of it had you cumming once more. Loran continues to pump his seed into you, his cock still hard and balls full of cum. He longed to see you swollen with his offspring; he wouldn't stop until he knew you were trapped with him.

You are not permitted to rest until the early morning, curled against his chest with his seed leaking from your stretched opening. Your body is tender, marked with bruises on your neck and chest. Loran places his large hand on your cheek; although he is running late for the meeting, he decides to allow you more time to sleep.

He lifts you gently, thankful that he has cleaned you up and changed the bedding. You snuggle into his warmth, almost convincing him to delay for another hour. "My zemar, it's time to wake up. We must rise before the sun sets." (my heart)

Stirring in his arms, your eyelashes flutter before you slowly open your bleary eyes. Attempting to close them once more, his hearty chuckle resonates, partially rousing you. Placing you gently on the bed, he drapes one of his shirts over you, guiding your arms through the sleeves. Loran picks you up again, cradling you as he carries you out of the tent, shielding your eyes from the glaring sun. The short walk to the other side of the campsite goes unnoticed by you.

He arrives promptly, his raven perched gracefully on its stand. A soft whistle escapes his lips, a signal for the bird to gather the troops. Loran takes his place at the head of the table, positioning you to face him, your legs wrapped around his waist. With spit on his fingers, he traces circles around your cunt, pleased that it had returned to its original state, tight and warm. After lubricating your entrance, he spits on his palm and wraps his member in a firm grip, ensuring that it's slick. 

  Loran aligns himself with your little hole and eases inside, emitting a deep groan at the vice grip; you let out a sleepy moan, tightening around him. His large hands grip the fat of your hips, guiding you down the rest of his thick length. He pulls his shirt over your ass, concealing where his cock is nestled inside of you.

He has to stop himself from fucking you on the table in front of all his tribe members. Once he had you in the perfect position, his soldiers began to file into the room. He couldn't help but notice how your warm, tight hole was becoming slick. Unbeknownst to you, his thick cock was already buried deep within you.

The meeting unfolds seamlessly. With nightfall as their ally, they conspire to dismantle the impenetrable walls of the Kingdom on the morrow. A sacred covenant governs The Mammoth Clan, dictating that the fairer sex and the innocent offspring shall be spared from any affliction. Thus, the innocent shall be granted mercy and protection.

Awakening towards the end, your pussy pulsating and enveloping something thick and long. A twitching motion stirs inside you, nudging your G-spot. A soft moan escapes your lips as you hide your face in his neck. Loran dismisses it as your mere awakening, soothingly caressing your back. Only a fool would miss the evidence of your arousal - the glistening juices trickling down your bare thighs and the hint of green meeting a clenching hole

" Dismissed. "

The orcs file out of the room, speaking amongst each other. Loran's gaze descends upon your petite frame, concealed beneath his garments. He looks feral. Once the auditory commotion subsides, you cautiously lift your head, locking eyes with his penetrating stare.

"Loran, please."

The Orc emits a deep snarl, his lips forcefully meeting yours as he firmly grasps the flesh of your hips, hoisting you off his slick member. Swiftly, he plunges you back down, thrusting into you with fervor, fucking you onto him. You're moaning mess, the spit from your sloppy kiss sliding down your chin and eyes rolling to the back of your head. The sound of wet slapping resonates loudly within the confines of the tent. With a gasp for air, you disengage from him, your hands finding solace on his broad shoulders.

 A particular thrust causes the swollen, mushroom-shaped tip of his cock to abuse your g-spot and your moan is shrill. You climax, your body trembling around him, leaving a creamy, ivory ring at the base of his cock. Stars burst in your vision as you weakly press your lips against his throat, whimpering as he continues to thrust into you, your sensitive and throbbing core tender. " Lor-.. no more.. s’too.. much!" you sputter, sloppily pressing your lips to his and sucking on his large tongue. 

Despite the roughness of his hips snapping into yours, he caresses your sides softly and pulls away from your kiss, licking his lips. "Be a good pet, hm? Let me use my pussy, can you do that for me? " You nod hesitantly, and he smiles, sending your stomach to unfurl languidly. "S'my good girl." You bury your face in his neck with a whimper, but when your blunt little teeth sink into his collarbone it pushes him over the edge; and he stands up with you still bouncing on his cock, thrusting so deeply that you hiss. Ropes of cum paint your pulsing walls, filling you up.

Loran's shallow thrusts ensure not a single drop is wasted as you envelop him in your embrace, closing your eyes and inhaling deeply.

Mayhap, the circumstance of being dispatched to this place was not as grievous as first imagined...

connected with this post!

[simonsrileyhusband]

simon and reader who has a hard time sleeping (nsfw):

simon wakes up when he hears you turning around, slipping away from his arms.

"go back to sleep love..." he mumbles, his voice deeper than usual, big hands reaching out for your waist, pulling you into his arms again.

"i can't..." you whisper, turning around and burying your face in his chest, a bit sad that you woke him up.

simon knows the drill, he has done this countless times before and he will gladly do it over and over again.

gently, he turns around so your back lays kn the bed, his bulky arms keeping you caged under him. "i'll take care of that lovie, don't worry"

and that night can go different ways, simon pounding you until you are tired, simon esting you out until you pass out, simon using his fingers as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear.

the list goes on, but when he is done, you are sleeping soundly in his arms, inner thighs soaked, a pretty blush on your cheeks and a soft smile on your lips.

[v1x3n]

[tyunniez]

look at yourself, pretty... bottom male reader

!!.. amab reader, reader wears makeup, reader has a high ego, his bestfriend knocks that ego down lol, mirror sex, top likes to tease...

you stared at yourself in front of the mirror for the hundredth time today, admiring yourself and your choice of outfit for the day.

you twirled around a little checking how your shirt perfectly accentuated your waist and just how nicely your pants hugged your ass.

" i just picked the perfect outfit for today! " you yelled out while still checking yourself out in the mirror while your best friend eyed you.

" you done yet? " he asked, his voice unamused as he's already used to your behavior. you hummed while grabbing your things, already out of the room while yelling at him to hurry up.

he rolled his eyes, " i really don't get your obsession with mirrors.. " he murmured while catching up to you.

the both of you arrived at the cafe and finally managed to get a spot to sit at.

" i can't believe how crowded this place actually is.. the food better be good! " your best friend nodded while looking through the menu, already confused at some of the menu names.

while waiting for him to finish with the menu, you use the mini mirror you always bring with you to fix your hair and look at yourself.

after getting your fill and taking lots of insta worthy photos, you dragged him towards a nearby clothing store, already excited to try on new clothes.

you unlocked the door and showed yourself off to him, " so, how about this one? " you asked while twirling around to show it to him.

he looked you up and down before lazily replying. " yeah sure it looks great. can you hurry up? im getting bored. "

you tsked and closed the door again, opting to judge your outfit yourself. " ugh, you've been saying that for the past three outfits! honestly, why do i even bother asking you! " he rolled his eyes at you, even if you couldn't see it.

" though this other top might look cuter with these jeans... "

" hurry up and stop being so picky! "

after that whole fashion fiesta, you ended up buying all of it anyway, you started dragging him back and forth from place to place.

a satisfied hum escaped your lips as you suck on the spoon that contained gumball-flavored ice cream. you feel refreshed as the cold treat goes down your throat.

" ah.. this place is the best, isn't it? " you said while scooping up another spoon, already missing the taste of the sweet treat.

he hummed while licking up his strawberry ice cream, some of it already dripping down his fingers.

he watched as you set the ice cream down and pulled out your phone camera to look at yourself. " why do you keep looking at yourself on every reflective surface around you? no offense or anything.. " he suddenly asked.

you shut your phone and pick your ice cream up again while shrugging him off. " sometimes when you're just that pretty— "

a groan interrupted you, your best friend obviously annoyed at your response. you laughed at him, satisfied at annoying him again.

" i swear yn, i'm going to knock down that ego of yours. "

" i'd like to see you try. "

you shut your eyes as you tilt your head to the side. " oh no no no, don't you dare look away. " he says while forcing your head to the giant mirror in front of you. " open your fucking eyes, yn. "

you whine while forcing your eyes open to look at him, refusing to look at yourself getting dicked down in the mirror.

" come on, look at yourself pretty. don't you just love doing that? " you look down and shake your head, denying him even if he's actually right.

" i said look at yourself. it's really not that hard of a request right? " he whispered in your ear all while spreading your legs wider for you to see in the mirror.

you finally look at yourself and your dazed expression in the mirror. you glance down to look at how his dick is entering your hole, drool seeping out of your mouth.

he then slides his way onto your cock, rubbing and playing with the tip to tease you.

he laughs in your ear and lets go of your red cock, hoisting your legs up making his cock reach deeper in you and hitting that one spot.

your own best friend had you seated on him with his cock deep inside you. his two hands holding both of your legs up by grabbing under your knees.

he begins slowly, sliding you up and down his cock while enjoying your moans. he watches as your own cock twitch, begging for release already.

" hah look at you, drool down your face just because of this cock. " he taunts you causing you to shoot a glare at him using the mirror.

" s-shut up! if my makeup isn't ruined then are you even fucking me good? honestly, if you— " before your sentence could even finish, he slams you down on his dick making a loud moan escape your mouth.

" not fucking you good? oh, i'll make sure you're fucking crying after this, pretty. "

you whined out loud while trying to bury your face into the sheets, your makeup already long gone, smeared into said sheets.

he pulls your hair up to make you look up into the mirror, not even bothering to stop thrusting into you. " look at yourself pretty. see how your makeup is ruined now? " he mocks you.

you tried to look at yourself, trying to see how your mascara runs down your face because of your nonstop tears, your tears almost wiping the mascara clean. your lipstick smears itself all over your lips with drool and moans escaping from it.

but your eyes keep rolling up from the pleasure, your tears making your vision blurry.

he laughs as he watches your attempt at focusing on yourself, loving the way your eyes kept rolling upwards from how good he's fucking you.

" come on pretty, just look at yourself. don't you love to do that? " he forces your head back down into the sheets, muffling your moans and whines all while cumming into you for the third time already.

he then starts rubbing your cock, your previous release acting as lube for it.

you moan out loud into the sheets as you shoot your load for the fifth time already. "mmh.. no more! " you beg him, your voice muffled.

" ehh..? but im just starting to have fun! "

[youronlydarlin]

Just Loser! Simon who's unknowingly a sex god

He says shit like "Did that feel good..?" everytime you two fuck. As if he didn't just give you the most back arching, toe curling, brain numbing orgasm of your life.

You'd be panting like a dog beneath him, eyes rolled to the back of your skull and still he'd be asking "How's that feel..?" Like sir. This isn't UberEATS, why do you keep asking that? Do you want five stars??

[unorthodoxfaithxx]

Gentle yandere boyfriend that loses his shit when you bring up the topic of BDSM in the bedroom

afab reader ; nsfw

He’s always been methodically perfect, gentle, the best boyfriend he could be. All roses, chocolates, blankets when you’re sick, romantic dates at the beach, that kinda thing. A stand up guy, really. So has he ever thought of tying you up before, leaving you sprawled under him at his mercy, bare naked and all? Of course not!

Well. Once, maybe. Or twice. Or all the time. 

When you bring up the topic of BDSM in the bedroom, he chokes on his drink and nearly dies. He would have never expected such a request from you, you’re such an innocent and vanilla-esque person after all. But he’d be lying if the thought of you under him, with nowhere to run, wasn’t exhilarating. It tickled his predator/prey drive, his need to dominate you in most aspects of your life.

The two of you do as you suggest that night. You’re bound, bare naked in only black thigh highs and a collar around your neck. He didn’t want you wearing a blindfold because he wants to see your eyes as he takes you. There’s no gag either as he wants to be able to hear you moan.

You look ravishing, plush ass out with your legs tied just for him. It takes everything in him not to ravage you whole right then and there. You can’t run from him now. Oh, how he imagined you like this so many times if things didn’t go his way. If you had rejected him, run away from him, broken up with him, anything like that. He’d probably keep you locked up in his room, ready for the taking just like this. 

The perfect, gentle boyfriend facade cracks in no time, and before you know it, he’s all over you, drilling into your cunt, biting your neck, touching you all over wherever he can. 

You always knew he could be a bit possessive, but this new change scared and excited you at the same time. You moan each time he thrusts into you, listening as he mutters, “Mine, mine, mine,” after every minute. You never felt so wanted before. 

[yanluvr]

thinking about taking yan!angel’s virginity and now he just follows you around everywhere like a lost puppy until you bless him with a pleasurable session. he cries out for you as your fingers play with the head of his cock. his body shakes uncontrollably and he pathetically bucks into your tight fist. you capture his lips into a heated make out session as you continue to play with his body. he pants breathlessly when your kiss ends, a trail of saliva connecting your tongues. he moans when the movements of your hand grow faster. his many eyes roll back as you give him your permission to cum.

cuddles afterwards are a MUST. he’s like three feet taller than you and his wings are so unbelievably fluffy as they wrap themselves around you to keep you warm and comfortable. as you drift off to sleep, he just continues to stare at your relaxed face. he swears right then and there that he’ll protect you forever.

[lxnarphase]

i think about fratboys!satoru and suguru, popular and desired by almost everyone on the campus, and their stupid, dumb best friend who's a major dork and nerd. you're very booksmart, but not streetsmart.

the two of them don't care, though, and love to just stare at you dreamily as you ramble about this new figurine you bought or show off your new shirt covered in stars and explain what each star is.

little do you know the both have to excuse themselves to the bathroom where they help each other jerk off because of how fucking adorable you are, suguru having to shush satoru, who just wont stop whining.

"how much longer, sugu? just a kiss, that's all i want from him, he's just so fucking cute."

"shh, satoru, he's gonna hear you..."

"mmh, fuck, maybe i want that, want him t' come find us. you know we'll make him feel s' good, don't you wanna fuck him? c'mon, we...w-we could both fit inside him, stretch 'im out real good, yeah?"

"a-ah...don't...don't say things like that, you perv."

"says you, you're about t' cum all over your hand just from thinkin' about him all pretty, cryin' and beggin' for both of us, sugu...imagine him begging for you t' cum in him."

"s-shut the fuck up, satoru, oh my god."

[chaepink]

can u make headcannons on sub!yan’s tendencies in the relationship?

also can i be 🉑 or 🌝 anon?

dating sub!yandere boys hcs ♡

sub!yandere boys when they date you.

wc: 1.1k+ words | masterlist

dom!fem!reader, unhealthy relationship, mention of killing/murder, both sfw and nsfw!, mention of feminization, bondage

note: yes you can be 🌝 anon!

— your yandere would be possessive of you, even more compared to when you two were just friends

— well, you thought you two were just friends. he already assumed you two were together sometime earlier during his friendship with you

— he would do anything for you in order to make sure you're happy and safe

— a friend of yours is getting too touchy with you? well the next day that friend is ignoring you and when you confront them, they look at you scared and quickly scurry away from you. did your yandere do something to them? surely not

— a weird guy keeps following you around your neighborhood? well a couple of days later you see on the news that his body has been found near a river and weirdly enough, you havent seen your yandere on the days before the guy's death

— you complain to your yandere about how a teacher gave you a bad grade on something you worked so hard on? suddenly your grade changes to a A and that same exact teacher suddenly resigns from the school

— he'll try his best to know where you are most of the time and try to follow you back home to make sure you're safe (though its really obvious, you don't acknowledge him so he thinks he's actually doing something)

— but no matter how scary and possessive they are of you, they just want to be good for you, really

— its almost as if they're a puppy for you, always there for your beck and call

— give them a simple command and they'll do it immediately, no questions asked

— ask them to buy you a snack from the nearest store? he'll return back with a bagful of others that he thought you would like

— they're super clingy and always want to be near you

— somehow they manage to have the same exact classes that you have and at the same time. maybe you guys are just lucky? little do you know that your yandere hacked into the principal's computer to change his schedule to fit with yours

— if you're sick, they would immediately fetch you some medicine and make so many bowls of your favorite soup that you're not sure you could finish them all

— they would be so sad when you're sick cause that means they can't be as close as they usually are with you :(

— in bed, nothing changes at all. rather, he becomes even more infatuated with you

— they're still so good and obedient for you, always following your commands. its cute

— like what i said with him doing it with no hesitation, your yandere is eager to do what you say

— tell him to get on his knees? say less as he's already doing so, staring up at you with such innocent eyes

— tell him to open his mouth for you to stick your fingers inside? he opens wide and sticks out his tongue in such a sinful manner, hazy eyes absolutely begging you to make him choke on your fingers as drool drips down his chin

— order him to suck your strap and get it all wet? he's quick to get in between your legs and get his hands on the fake dick, his mouth going straight to bobbing it up and down and gagging as it hits the back of his throat. he'll try to subtly grind his hard on against your foot without you noticing but you do anyways but he's being a good boy so you allow it

— and oh my god is he so shameless in public

— no hesitation in telling you what he wants you to do to him when there are people around

— you'll be at brunch with some of your friends and suddenly you'll feel a hot breath on your ear, such sinful words coming soon after

"im wearing lingerie under my clothes, your favorite set too. wouldn't you like to just ruin me right here and now? make me cry and look so pretty while you show everyone im yours?"

— safe to say that you immediately dragged him to the family bathroom and fingered him until he was gripping onto you for dear life, begging and crying out for you to stop and take pity on him (he's lying about wanting you to stop)

— when you're out with errands or just at work, he'll take such sinful pictures of himself to send to you randomly

— the pictures would include his legs spread out, a obvious bulge in his underwear, and something adorning his body whether its lingerie, a maid outfit, or rope that's tied so tightly on him

— if he's feeling like teasing you even more, he'll send whimpering audios that beg you to come home and fuck him and if you listen close enough, you'll hear some wet noises that let you know that he's masturbating

"f-fuck, [name] come back s-soon, please? i-i miss you so much! i- ah! i-im wearing your favorite outfit right now! i'll be a g-good ngh boy waiting for you ♡"

— itll end up with you rushing home after you're finished to fuck him dumb in that outfit, making it stained with his tears and cum

— he knows you can't really get him pregnant but your yandere just loves those straps with cum in them that you can just shoot inside him whenever you're fucking him fast and rough

— that'll make his eyes roll back and head throw backwards as he lets out such a loud mewl at the feeling of your fake cum filling him up

— and afterwards he'll tease you by using his fingers to push the cum thats gushing out of his hole back in before licking his fingers

— although your yandere is a good boy for you most of the time, theres times where he's a brat

— he'll talk back to you whenever you command him to do something or cum without permission

— but just some long edging or overstimulation will break him and turn him into a sobbing mess

— tying his hands to the headboard and keeping his legs spread apart whilst a vibrator is inside him on the highest setting is his favorite punishment

— your yandere thinks you don't know that since you do it all the time but you actually do know it, you just love the way his face is stained with his drool and tears while his chest and the sheets underneath him is covered in his cum afterwards

— such a slut but we love him for it

ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink

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[cold-kitty]

Due to very, very high demand for part two of my Yan!Mermaid (looks at my notifications and cries), here it is.

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Contains: NSFW, dub-con, same warnings as the last one other than that

Yan!Mermaid who starts clinging to your leg as you sigh, so happy that you're giving him another chance.

Yan!Mermaid who watches your hand signals and listens to your foreign words, not understanding a thing but tries to listen for your sake.

Yan!Mermaid who forces himself not to straddle you when he sits next to you, his tail swaying slowly behind him.

Yan!Mermaid who watches you fish all day, just enjoying your presence.

Yan!Mermaid who pouts and whines and clings to you when you try to leave. no no no no no! don't leave! i don't wanna be alone! stay with me, i promise to keep you warm!

Yan!Mermaid who tries to climb into the trunk of your car, and somehow manages.

Yan!Mermaid who happily slides out of your truck when you arrive home, smiling wide.

Yan!Mermaid who's surprised when you don't seem happy too. you look mad, but you suck it up and groan.

Yan!Mermaid who doesn't like how you put him in a tank with the fish you caught, he wants to sleep in your bed!

Yan!Mermaid who climbs out of the tank when you're asleep and crawls across the floor to your room, curling up in bed with you.

Yan!Mermaid who lets his mind wander to when he was grinding against you, how good it felt. y-your skin is so w-warm and soft... a-ah...

Yan!Mermaid who is immediately worked up again, pressing himself against you tight.

Yan!Mermaid who lets his hands greedily trail over you, gently squeezing your thighs and watching the flesh bounce back into place.

Yan!Mermaid who hesitantly pulls down your pants. he promises himself that he's just looking, but he can't resist the temptation. s-so pretty...

Yan!Mermaid who starts by squishing the flesh of your ass, watching it jiggle. he continues to do that for a while, almost mesmerized. he loves watching you squirm in your sleep too.

Yan!Mermaid who sticks his fingers in his mouth, sucking on them and getting them wet.

Yan!Mermaid who starts by pushing one finger into you, slowly so he doesn't hurt you. he watches how your unconscious body squirms and reacts to the intrusion.

Yan!Mermaid who slowly pushes another finger into you, but that wakes you up. you look behind you almost immediately, a horrified look on your face.

Yan!Mermaid who expects you to hurt him, staring at you with wide and fearful eyes. he starts moving his fingers nonetheless, hoping that it might calm you down, twisting and curling them with slight hesitation. oh please don't hate me! you're just so irresistible!

Yan!Mermaid who watches as your body starts to quiver softly, your head falling back into the pillow. you were giving up to the pleasure, even if reluctantly.

Yan!Mermaid who feels encouraged, his fingers thrusting fasted, twisting and curling them to his hearts content. he makes sure to get real close to you so he can hear all of your soft whimpers and moans. a-ah... keep making those sounds... so cute...

Yan!Mermaid who keeps this up until you cum, and oh my God is he so happy. he watches as you convulse softly, pulling his fingers out and licking them. he doesn't mind if it's nasty if it's you.

Yan!Mermaid who lowers himself down and starts licking up the cum that fell onto the bed.

Yan!Mermaid who pats your back reassuringly as he positions himself behind you, helping you out though the whole thing. stroking your hair, praising you in his language, kissing every inch of your body, going as slow as he can.

Yan!Mermaid who cuddles you the whole night after that, kissing you softly. he's so happy, so fucking happy. he finally got to mate with you like a real lover, even if it was only one short round.

(BONUS NSFW: Yan!Mermaid definitely does analingus, %100. Yan!Mermaid puts your needs and wants before his, if he wants to go fast and you want to go slow he goes slow. he hates seeing you in crying, so he refuses to overstimulate you, nothing rough or degrading, and he doesn't dare leave marks on you. Yan!Mermaid AFTERCARE, SO MUCH OF IT.)

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Does anyone know how mermaid dick works? Like honestly, how. Is it in the tail? Just hanging out there? HOW!?

~🐈‍⬛