#NOT to be allowed in press together ❌

[slythereen]

on one hand i love how unhinged max and charles are in press conferences. like yes gossip girlies enjoy life while we enjoy watching it!

on the other hand i wish they would get a grip so that the organizers would stop separating them in the name of peace and quiet 😭

[animasolaoriginal]

I n f a t u a t e d ♦️EIGHT

CHAPTER ONE◾TWO◾THREE◾FOUR◾FIVE SIX◾SEVEN EIGHT NINE◾️TEN ELEVEN◾TWELVE◾️THIRTEEN◾FOURTEEN◾FIFTEEN SIXTEEN◾SEVENTEEN

In the rare moments where her thoughts aren't hazy, when she isn't fucked out of her mind, she contemplates her situation, questions it, but whatever vile thing he does to her next, she can't help but realize something: she wants it, wants him, wants to please him, badly. And so, she slowly starts to embrace her new role...

ruthless nightclub owner ❌ innocent young woman with a crush

WARNING: NSFW! Explicit sexual content. Age gap. Size difference. Dom/sub dynamic. Praise kink. Oral sex/deepthroating. Cunnilingus. Overstimulation. (For more tags, check it on AO3!) // WORDS: 6.6k

SEVEN 🟥 EIGHT 🟥 NINE

She should hate him.

Fight him, do anything to not let him get away with all those vile things he's doing to her. In the moment she is usually too overwhelmed to do anything but take it, and afterwards she's too relieved it's over, but there are a few clear moments in that undisclosed time between whatever he plans to do to her next, clear enough moments to gather her thoughts, build them up into that burning bundle of hatred and defiance and the will to get away.

It happens when he carries her limp body to the bathroom, when she squeezes her eyes shut and ignores (tries to ignore) his tight grip, the warm hard chest she's pressed against, the way he holds her, protective almost – yeah, ignoring him is very difficult – and so the moment of wanting to hurt him back slips from her too quickly. But it was there, a tiny instant of thinking through the haze inside her head, those few questions that keep haunting her like little bees buzzing inside her skull.

Why are you allowing this? Why are you still here? Why haven't you even tried to get away, run from this place, from his grasp? Why do you lean into him? Why can't you stop thinking about him? Why? Oh for fuck's sake... why?

And the answers usually come whenever he is nice to her afterwards, caresses her soiled skin, wipes away her tears, holds her close and safe in his strong arms. It's the same thought that rolled through her mind whenever she's seen him in the club, when his eyes accidentally met hers through the crowd. That heat that burnt up then, now soars through her like wildfire, erasing any doubts and fears.

Because she likes him.

In a very twisted, definitely unhealthy sort of way. She likes him, wants him, his attention, his caresses, wants to stare at him, be with him, have him do all these things to her (well, the jury is still out on that part, her innocent mind had not been capable of imagining just what he may do to her). And even after all the pain she's endured and is still feeling, she can't keep these needs down, the wants he told her not to have. But strangely enough they align with his wants, or so she thinks.

So he wants to fuck her on the couch and shove his cock down her throat when he comes, sure, she'll take it, because she wants it too, right? He must know that, he wouldn't be doing it otherwise, right? Right?

It's all a mess inside her head, what she wants, what he wants, how those things compare and blend into each other, how his wants become hers, melting together, and the haze grows, and the hatred fades.

In the end she is that small pliant thing in the shower, legs trembling when he pulls her underwear down, when his fingers brush over her heated skin, when she watches him undress, her eyes moving over shifting muscles and tight skin, the dips and bumps of a strong body, so much taller than her, intimidating and enticing at the same time.

And when he moves her under the spray raining down on them, big hands on her small shoulders, she looks up, closes her eyes when the warm water hits her face, head leaning against his chest as he reaches around her and grabs the bar of soap from the little shelf, lathers it between his hands, arms caging her in, before he moves the suds over her skin.

It's these intimate moments that root her to this place of pain and humiliation, of being his (toy) to use whenever he wants. It's warm and comforting, a soft caress after the rough handling, a balance she needs more than air.

His hands move over her chest, soaping her up, cleaning her, calloused palms rubbing over sensitive skin, fingers teasing and brushing, and she feels how much he's holding back, how his cock twitches, pressed into the dip of her lower back with how close and tall he stands behind her, and she savors these moments of his restraint, where he treats her right no matter how bad he wants to do other things to her.

He continues his lathering gently, big hands running down her arms, lifting them, turning them, testing her limits when he dips his fingers into her armpits, but she's too far gone in her mind to be ticklish, focusing on the good things, the warm touches, inhales the steamy air, forces her head to be empty. When his fingers slip between her legs, she lets out a little gasp, then feels his head next to hers as he leans over, cheek pressed against cheek, rough skin rubbing against soft.

One arm wraps around her middle, holding her, while his other hand moves down her mound, fingers gliding through her slit, fingertips teasing her entrance, but then he pushes against her thighs, nudges them apart, and the soap is back to move down her shaking limbs. He even crouches down behind her, holds her hip, moves his hand down to her ankles, rubs his fingers through her toes.

She holds onto his shoulders when he lifts her feet, one after the other, cradles them in his hands, and this time she flinches when he scrapes his nails over the sole of her foot. His soft exhale of a laugh makes her blush, and when he stands up again, he grabs her chin and lifts her head up, staring down at her before capturing her mouth for a soft kiss that turns into a wilder dance of tongues, her body turned around, pulled against his, one big hand fisting her hair, the other grabbing her rear.

Her arms snake around his body, holding onto hard muscles and slick skin as she leans up on her toes to kiss him back properly. These sweet moments... usually end rather abruptly when he changes his mind all of a sudden. This time he pulls her head back, fingers tight around her hair, eyes dark as he stares down at her. She blinks against the water running into her eyes, breathing harder, not sure what to expect, but in the end he lets go of her and pushes the soap into her hands before he turns around and presents his backside to her.

She smiles as she huffs a sigh of relief, then quickly follows the request and lathers his back, rubs the soap between his shoulder blades, down into the slight dip of his spine, to his lower back, around his sides, vehemently ignoring the tight cheeks of his butt. His hands move around to grab hers, and she's forced to pay attention to them after all, but she focuses on the job at hand, quickly rubbing her hands over his warm skin, follows the curves and edges of his body down his strong legs.

As she's crouching behind him, he slowly turns around, and she looks up, eyes immediately jumping to his throbbing erection mere inches away from her face. She swallows hard, and he tilts his head as he watches her. She moves her soapy hands back up the front of his legs, feels the slight shift of his thigh muscles, then hesitates when she reaches his groin. Eyes flicking up to his, she slowly stands up again and brings her hands closer, her heart beating faster.

As soon as her small hands wrap around his length, he puts his own on top of hers, guiding her movements. She bites her lip and looks down, absorbing the way he handles his cock, wanting to learn, wanting to please him more, better...

Those thoughts come and go as well, of putting her own desires to the side and focusing on him and his pleasure. He already takes what he wants, but she's sure she can make him even prouder of her if she puts in the extra effort to do everything the way he likes it best. And it's not (necessarily) to get praised by him, strangely enough, because that would be her own want, it's just to see him satisfied, to see the tension in his body deflating, to see him smile, make him happy.

It may also be the balled-up fear in the pit of her stomach, the fear of making him angry, displeasing him, disappointing him. He's been rough with her before, but that time he's punished her by fucking his cum back into her ass after she's cleaned out the last load, has only been a hint, a little preview of his anger, she knows it. There's so much more darkness within him, more strength, more power, more violence. And she never wants to experience it. It will break her, mentally and physically, she's absolutely sure.

Eventually he guides her hands away from his hard cock, up his chest, over toned muscles, lathering the soap everywhere she's missed before. She watches him, feeling warm and content – which, of course, only lasts so long as he suddenly turns her around, one hand on her lower back as he bends her forwards a little. She stiffens, breathing harder, swallowing her fear.

His other hand moves along the curve of her rear, dips between her cheeks, fingers closing around the base of the plug. He tugs at it, gently, playing with her tense muscles, warms them up, before he pulls it out, and her relief is mixed with shame as she feels thick globs of cum dripping down her legs, washing away in the drain.

She braces herself on the tiled wall as he starts rubbing his hands over her backside, then grabs the shower head and cleans her off, and she flinches when the harder jet of water hits her tense muscles, but he refrains from cleaning her properly.

When he puts the shower head back, he wraps an arm around her waist and pulls her against him, positions them under the rain shower and lets the soft spray rinse the soap off their bodies. She closes her eyes and relaxes, feels his hands on her, warm and comforting. A strange little moment of peace...

And she should have seen it coming. The sudden change in the atmosphere.

His hand is on her shoulder, turning her around, then pushing her down on her knees in front of him, the spray of the water hitting her back as she blinks up at him. Inhaling deeply, she tries to ignore the sting in her knees, the soreness of her whole body slowly creeping back into the forefront of her mind. But she doesn't wallow in her sorrow, there's no use anyway, she can't fight him, no matter how hard she wishes to in moments like these.

He leans over her to turn the water off, and a sudden cold breeze makes her shiver. When he straightens up again, he looks down at her, and she shivers for a completely different reason. Her eyes rake over his naked body (so tall and intimidating), those shifting muscles when he puts his hands on his hips, the tight skin of his chest, strong arms and legs with veins snaking under his skin, the handsome face, the dark, hungry eyes, wet hair pushed back, water drops gathering on his shoulders, running down in thin rivulets.

She shifts on her knees, moves closer, eyes on his straining cock, standing proud against his lower stomach. Between admiring his restraint and being grateful for it, she licks her lips, raises her hands, but then stops, hovering inches away from grabbing him, her eyes moving back up to him.

He hasn't given her any command, not really. He just pushed her to her knees.

She blinks a few stray water drops out of her eyes. “C-can I –” she starts, quiet, her voice still raw from his earlier demands.

He tilts his head, a smirk on his lips. “Yes? Use your words, baby,” he says, his voice deep, vibrating through the tiled room, sinking into her mind, igniting something hot settling in the pit of her stomach.

“Can I...” she tries again, inhaling deeply. “Can I... s-suck your... your cock?” she asks, voice shaking badly, feeling nervous. As if he would deny her this.

“Can you?”

He's mocking her. Prolonging the humiliation she feels for even asking such a thing. But she remains on her knees, looking up, practically begging him to do this – and there's not a single thought in her mind that finds this very disturbing. It feels natural. He's hard, she's here to take care of that, isn't she? That's her purpose after all.

“May I?” she rephrases, biting her lip, her hands gingerly reaching out to touch his strong thighs. “May I please suck your cock?” The words leave her without revision, they just tumble out of her mouth, while she looks deep into his eyes, focused on him, feeling his skin beneath her palms, and that hot thing in her stomach growls in some sort of need.

He extends a hand and puts it on her head, caresses her wet hair. “Yes, you may,” he says and smiles softly down at her, though there is a glint in his eyes, a hint of the darkness. He keeps his hand on her head, heavy but also strangely comforting, as she shifts on her knees, sits up more, one hand gingerly closing around his hard length before she bends it carefully towards her to bring the tip to her lips.

It's strange to be this gentle with the very thing that brought her so much pain, that stretched and bruised her, punished and deflowered her, choked and soiled her, that, despite everything, felt so good inside her... She closes her eyes and swallows, her lips brushing against his warm skin. His scent, overpowered by the smell of soap, fills her nostrils, his presence fills her head.

He's done so many things to her, with his cock, his hands, his mind, and none of it matters as she kneels in front of him, on her sore knees, fingers closing tighter around his base, as she opens her mouth and closes her lips around his tip, tongue flicking lazily around the spongy flesh, his taste hits her with a force that makes her dizzy.

She wants this. She's asked for it. This is all on her.

His hand moves through her wet hair, gathers it between his fingers, twists it, holds it tighter as she starts moving her head back and forth, hollowing her cheeks, sucking on him hard and with a passion that surprises herself. He's grounding himself by gripping her hair, but he doesn't guide her head.

She feels his muscles shifting under the hand she braced on his thigh, he's holding back, his breaths becoming slightly rougher when she starts twisting her hand around his length, in tandem to the bobbing of her head, moving his tight skin over his hardened core, up and down, while she pushes his tip deeper into her mouth, not too deep, but inch by inch she dares to taste more of him.

Her head feels empty, her sole focus lies on pleasuring him, on feeling and hearing his noises, those little grunts and groans that mix with the loud slurping sounds she creates as she moves faster, strains her lips around him tighter, sucks harder, strokes him firmer. He was already hard when she started, now he's throbbing, basically vibrating with how the blood pumps through the bulging veins that rub along her tongue.

She breathes loudly through her nose, completely lost in the task, her mouth filled with spit and precum, and she doesn't even care what a mess she's become as it starts dripping down her chin and onto her chest. She licks around him, sucks, scrapes her tongue along the underside, pushes him deeper, dares to let him hit the back of her throat, but it's an instinct that she pulls back before she triggers her gag reflex.

A louder groan echoes through the tiled room, and the grip of his hand around her hair tightens, but he still doesn't do anything else, he just stands there, tall and strong, only the slightest of shivers in his legs, and lets her do her thing, gives her time to explore him, find her own pace.

Her eyes flutter open when she leans back a little, his tip heavy and swollen on her tongue, and looks up at him. His gaze is dark, his face a stoic mask, jaw clenched, but he watches her closely. She takes a deep breath, her heart thundering inside her chest, her knees shaking, but something like determination fills her stomach, hot and expanding, and while he looks at her, she opens her mouth a little wider and leans closer, looking up from under her lashes, more of his cock sliding into her mouth, tip hitting the back of her throat, and she braces herself, clenches up, then relaxes, and feels him sliding deeper.

As soon as he does, she squeezes her eyes shut, feels them watering, her hand digging into his thigh, but she keeps going, forces herself onward, him deeper, despite the overwhelming urge to gag or breathe or do anything but let him deeper into her throat. Her body shudders, she can't fight the uncontrollable twitch as she does gag after all, but she still holds him there, his cock in her throat, her chin brushing against his balls, nose almost pressed against his tight skin, those curly hairs tickling in her nostrils, while tears stream down her cheeks and her head feels both full and empty at the same time, her lungs burn, her whole being battles the sensation that shouldn't be.

His cock deep down her throat.

It's him that pulls her back and off him, and she gasps deeply, splutters and coughs, head lowered, spit dripping from her mouth as she takes hectic gulps of air. But there is something in her that makes her look back up, her hands moving towards his cock, grabbing it, wanting to continue. His hand finds her chin.

“Take it easy,” he says quietly, voice strained, but somewhat soft.

She swallows hard, nods, focuses back on closing her lips around his tip and sucking him deeper. Her hands twist and turn his skin as she resumes the bobbing of her head, and she feels him throbbing under her palms, more precum leaking onto her tongue and down her throat. His breaths are rougher, his hand back in her hair, his muscles shifting. She keeps going.

He pulls her back again when she feels him twitching, and it's an instinct, a normal thing, that she leans back a little, hands falling onto her lap, and opens her mouth wide with her tongue out flat, looking up at him, waiting for him to come on her face. He grips his cock hard, his big hand pumping it with expertise, his tip resting between her lips. His eyes are almost black, his face so tense, his nostrils flaring.

As soon as the first spurt hits her tongue, she closes her lips around his tip and sucks, her small hand curling around his, and he groans, strokes himself as he shoots load after load into her mouth, filling her cheeks until they're bulging, but she doesn't dare to swallow yet, keeps it hot and heavy on her tongue. He finishes with a grunt, tilting his head back, his throat working, the tension of his body falling from him with a deep shiver.

Pulling his cock from between her tight lips, he looks down at her, and she looks back, slowly opening her mouth, showing him what he gave her. He licks his lips and nods. “Swallow,” he says hoarsely, and she does, big gulps, savoring his taste, until it is all gone, which she shows him with a strange feeling of pride settling inside her. He watches her darkly, still gripping his cock, before he brings it back to her face. “Clean,” he whispers, and she's already on it the moment his tip brushes against her lips.

She sucks the last drops out of his slit, flicks her tongue around him, laps at his softening length, her head still empty, her only focus on him. Finishing her ministrations the way she has started them, with a kiss to his tip, she then leans away, reluctantly letting go of his cock, watching it bobbing gently before it settles in that semi-hard, semi-flaccid state against his thigh.

His hand is on her head, fingers digging into her hair, a gentle gesture. “Good girl,” he says quietly, his thumb finding her bottom lip. “That was really good...”

She smiles up at him, a sudden warmth spreading within her, and it's not his cum settling in her stomach, mixing with the other loads he's given her before. It's a strange kind of satisfaction, knowing that she's pleased him properly. He hooks his hand under her elbow and helps her to her feet, she feels shaky, grabs his arm for support, leans into him. He lets her and guides her out of the shower.

Slowly she comes back to her senses as the colder air of the bathroom crawls up her naked legs. Wiping at her mouth, she takes deep breaths, fighting the shaking of her hands, the trembling of her legs. He hands her a towel, and she starts drying off, her eyes staying on him as he does the same. It's one of those weird domestic moments, coming out of the shower together, cleaning up, his tall frame next to her smaller one in front of the vanity, their shapes blurred behind the fogged-up mirror.

His hand is on her shoulder, brushing her hair away. She turns to him, inhaling deeply, tilting her head as his fingers trace up along her pulse, over the marks he left, that little throbbing sensation right beneath her skin. It sends shivers down her spine when he touches them, and it makes her heart beat faster when he leans down to place his lips on them. She stiffens, breaths quickening, her arms by her sides while his hands move over her body with confidence, from her nape down to her lower back, from her thigh up to her breasts.

He kisses and explores her, so gentle she is simply surprised by the gesture, overwhelmed by how good it feels, how soft he can be despite being so strong and tall and intimidating. And she feels small, weak, insignificant, just a body standing in the middle of the bathroom, his bathroom, unsure what to do. He takes what he wants, and she's not allowed to have wants, but her own burn deep within her stomach, and lower, between her legs, under his hands, under his mouth, in the wake of his kisses and touches.

A little sigh escapes her, a quiver through her body, and her hand twitches. He's nibbling on her earlobe, teeth teasing, warm tongue licking along her skin, his hands on her waist, slowly pulling her towards him, into him, and she moves her hand and touches his stomach, fingertips scraping over hard muscles, moving over tight skin, around his side, up his back. She's held onto him before, but this feels more intimate, raw, a need she wants to scratch even though she isn't supposed to.

He presses his lips to her collarbone, and her hand is in his hair, digging through it, feeling the wet soft thickness of it, the warm skin, hard scalp, and the shiver that runs through him at the touch. She inhales deeply, takes in the steam in the air, the warmth of him. Her head is spinning. He leans up, her hand slips from his hair, falls to her side, their eyes meet.

She blinks, biting her lip. His eyes are almost black with how his pupils are dilated, that darkness burns inside them, a hunger for more. His tongue moves between his teeth as he exhales loudly through his nose. Without breaking eye contact, he leans down and hooks his hands behind her knees, grabs her thighs and hoists her up easily. Her hands find his shoulders, shifting muscles under her palms as he wraps her legs around his waist, hands under her rear now.

Her fingers slip around his neck, teasing at the hair in his nape, moving higher. She can't help herself, he feels too nice. He watches her, the corner of his lips curling up slightly. She keeps chewing on her lips, they feel raw and swollen, but she doesn't care, her entire focus is still on him, how he holds her against his hard body, strong hands supporting her so effortlessly.

There is nothing dominating about the situation, nothing to be afraid of, no pain to expect, he's just holding her, watching her, immobile, while she fights the urge to dig her fingers into his hair – until she just does it, follows her own want and touches his hair, massages his scalp. The involuntary shiver that shakes his big body makes her smile, a soft little twitch of her lips as she lets her eyes wander over his handsome face.

He stares at her, takes a deep breath, and suddenly he's walking out of the bathroom, and before she can even comprehend what's happening, he puts her down on the bed, he doesn't throw her, or dumps her there unceremoniously, he gently places her down before he crawls over her, braced on his hands and knees, caging her in, and looks down at her. She's shivering, anticipation crashing through her.

“Tell me what you want,” he whispers hoarsely, clenching his jaw.

She bites her lip. “I... I don't want anything...” she replies quietly, remembering his rules.

He shakes his head. “But you do, I know it. You can tell me.” His voice is that low thrum in the air, deep and demanding, vibrating through her very bones.

“I...” She inhales deeply. “I want to... touch you...”

His eyebrows rise up. “Baby, you just touched me, you had my cock in your throat, your hands on me.” He tilts his head. “Where else do you want to touch me?”

“Everywhere,” slips out of her without much thought, a simple need falling over her lips. He huffs a laugh. “May I?” she whispers, and even though the lines on his forehead deepen, he nods.

Her hands move quick, almost on their own. First they brush against his chest, then up his neck to cup his face. She feels him clenching his jaw under her touch, his eyes intense but curious at the same time. Her fingers trace along the hard edges of his jaw, up to his cheekbones and over his eyebrows, to his temples, trailing his hairline. An innocent exploration that makes her cheeks burn up the more she touches him, the longer he watches her without doing or saying anything.

For him to allow this, feels almost strange, it's too intimate, too gentle, too much the opposite of what he has done to her. He's this big man leaning over her, a dark shadow taking up her entire vision, he's all she sees, and her small hands move over his face as if she's trying to tame the angry beast. Soft touches, fingertips tapping against skin, easing along creases, brushing over his nose, trailing around his lips.

"My turn?" There's a little tilt to his voice, almost like a question, but it's not. He doesn't ask, he takes what he wants. And still he waits for her to lower her hands.

She does, a little hesitantly, but he's patient for once. Her hands slip between his arms braced next to her shoulders, fingertips brushing against his knees, as she looks up at him with her chest rising and falling faster. He leans down, his body still mostly only hovering over her, that warm big entity, a weight she knows and wants, but he keeps his distance, arching his back as he brings his face closer to hers.

His breath ghosts her tingling lips, mingling with hers. She feels lightheaded, the anticipation gripping her almost a little too painfully. And when he brushes his lips against hers, a soft, gentle touch, she lets out the air she's been holding in a low little mewl. She feels him smiling against her mouth before he deepens the touch, lets his tongue glide over her bottom lip, then over her upper lip, then finally between them, slipping into her mouth as if he belongs there.

She lets him in, meets him with a needy push of her own tongue, and he sucks on it softly, a warm and wet sensation, a flutter in her stomach that turns into something bigger, hotter, burning its way lower until the throbbing makes her hips buck beneath him. The kiss is slow, still hungry and demanding. He captures her mouth as if he wants to devour her, and she moves against him in the same way, quickly mirroring the motions.

Her own wants flare up, melting with his, becoming one. Just kissing him, tasting him, his tongue and lips and mouth and his entire being pressed to her own, it feels like a dream, a strange little escape after everything that happened between them, that he made her do, that he forced on her. This, for once, feels right, and she wants it.

And as if he seems to feel how much she's enjoying herself, he leans back and breaks the kiss. Her eyes flutter open, a pout on her swollen lips, wet and warm with the ghost of his kisses. He smirks at her, winking at her, before he moves his head down again, pressing chaste kisses to her chin, her jaw, her neck, her collarbone. She exhales loudly, melting into the soft bed, closing her eyes as she lets him explore her once more.

He settles between her breasts before he shifts on top of her, sliding back, braced on his elbows, body still hovering over her, but closer, warmer. His hands tease at her sides, long fingers brushing against her small mounds. She stifles a gasp when she feels him closing his warm mouth around one of her peaks, his tongue flicking against her nipple, licking around it, and she can't help it, she arches her chest into his touch.

One of his big hands comes to lie heavy on the other breast, kneading, groping gently, palm pressing down hard enough she feels a little sting. Her eyes flutter open, and she watches him breathlessly, her own hands clawing at the sheets. His gaze wanders up, dark and intimidating as she meets it, hard despite the soft movements of his lips against her flesh, making her shiver deeply. He gives her bud a little suck, and she lets out a quiet moan, which encourages him to do it again, and again, until she squirms beneath him, breathing harder.

He lets go of her breast with a wet pop, leaving the nipple hard and aching, before he switches it up and focuses on the other, his mouth once again closing around the peak, giving it the same ministrations. His hand cups the wet one, palm pressing into it, rubbing over her bud, up and down, before he slides his fingers over her and teases it between them. She gasps again, and downright squeals quietly and jerks against him when he pinches the sensitive nipple between his fingertips.

A deep rumble vibrates through her chest when he laughs against her breast, continuing to lick and suck and nibble on her with a hunger that's on the verge of being cute if it wouldn't feel a little painful. But somehow she's leaning into it. After all, pain has become a part of whatever he does to her, it's always there, and somehow, she needs it to be there now to counteract all the cotton in her head that makes her dizzy.

She's breathing heavier once he's done with her tender tits, the flesh reddened and wet, peaks hard and swollen, so sensitive a simple puff of air makes her flinch. He teases her a little more, blowing against her skin, before he finally moves on, shifting on top of her again, bringing his lips to her fluttering stomach, planting soft little kisses on it until he licks broad strokes over her abdomen, lapping at her, tasting the sweat that's sure to linger there. She feels hot all over, almost exhausted, and she hasn't moved an inch since he put her down on the bed.

His hands move along her sides, and he leans up, watching her, slowly nudging her legs apart as he settles between them, that big shadow kneeling at the foot of the bed, looking down at her with dark eyes, ready to devour her even more. She sits up slightly, leaning on her elbows, licking her lips as she watches him with her chest heaving. He doesn't push her back down, he only hooks his arms around her legs and brings his face down, his hot breath fanning over her sensitive skin, cooling when it hits the slick that's been gathering between her thighs.

Despite everything that's happened, how intently he's explored her body thus far, she feels highly embarrassed when he starts bringing his lips to her aching core, a strange thing between shame and self-consciousness, when he starts kissing her lower lips like he's kissed her mouth before, his tongue skimming along her slit, licking up and down, dipping between her folds, lapping up the wetness seeping from her.

She slumps down onto her back again and hides her face behind her hands, issuing noises ranging from quiet mewls to mortified whines, when he starts to suck her skin between his lips, really going down on her eagerly clenching cunt. He teases his tongue against her entrance, pokes at it, pressing a little deeper, but when she bucks her hips into his face, he retreats, and she sighs.

His amused huff of a laugh is a deep vibration against her center, a warm breeze hitting her clit, and seconds later, his tongue circles the sensitive bundle of nerves, flicks it, prods it, before he closes his lips around it and sucks hard.

She cries out, her thighs twitching in his hold, body arching off the bed a little. He tightens his arms around her legs, pushes her down, his breaths hard and rough as he resumes his assault on her nub. Not to squirm against him is impossible at this point, and she writhes, fights the sensations, gasping and moaning and wailing, her voice raw and hoarse.

Her stomach tenses, hands falling from her face to grip the sheets, and when she feels his teeth teasing her overstimulated clit, she jerks her hips up and screams shrilly as she feels the tension exploding inside her body. Squeezing her eyes shut, inhaling sharply, a deep intense gasp that only lets air in and not out, she floats, there's no other word for it, her head is full of a quickly expanding nothingness, there's no worry, no pain, just a blissful void.

He grounds her by continuing his ministrations, keeping his mouth leeched on to her wet cunt, lapping up whatever seeps out of her. He's grunting against her, loud breaths through his nose, his tongue that hot eager muscle that keeps her afloat, keeps her sensitive, keeps her wailing and whining as it dips into her hole, pressing deeper, doing things she had no idea a tongue could do.

She's completely out of it, held in that state of floating right above the edge, pulled back only to be pushed over it again, and again, and again, until all she can do is shiver and shudder, a boneless mess writhing on the sheets, slick from sweat, his saliva and her own juices. Head empty.

Oh head so deliciously empty...

Time must have passed, she isn't sure. Her eyes flutter open, and she's still this pliant body on the bed, immobile, but no longer held down, alone to be exact. Sitting up slowly, her limbs barely functioning, she looks around, before she flinches when she hears his footsteps to her right. He walks out of the closet, wearing running shoes and a tight shirt and formfitting but still loose sweatpants, in the middle of zipping up a matching hoodie.

He approaches the bed, this intimidating shadow looming over her, watching her. She licks her lips, blinking slowly when he sits down on the edge and extends a hand towards her, gently caressing her cheek.

“I'm going for a run,” he tells her quietly, eyes boring into hers. “Be a good girl and rest now, okay?”

Something hot swirls through her stomach, and she nods. “Yes, sir,” she whispers barely audible, watching him smile as he leans in to press his lips to her forehead.

“Don't explore, I'll know if you do,” he adds when he leans back, standing up, his voice low and dark, causing her to shiver. “If you get bored, you know what I keep in that drawer.” She frowns as he tilts his head towards the nightstand, before she blushes deeply and nods, looking away.

He moves his fingers over her leg as he walks around the bed. She rolls onto her side and watches him. He gives her a wink and leaves the bedroom. There's a quiet clicking sound, and she knows he's locked her in. And somehow it's that noise that wakes her up fully. Her heart starts thundering inside her chest as panic settles in.

Locked up. Taken. Forced to do things she never fully agreed to.

Why it hits her now after she's just experienced the best orgasms of her life, she has no idea. Must be that clarity that comes afterwards. It is one of these clear moments as she sits up slowly, grabbing at her chest, mindlessly pulling the covers around her while she stares ahead blankly.

Is this her life now? Or will he let her go once he's done? Will he ever be done? She's his to use whenever he wants, he's made that perfectly clear, so why would he let her go anytime soon? It's her role, her purpose, to... be used, to serve him, to be this body full of holes he can fill up however he wants.

And yet there is something else. She's more to him than that, isn't she? Would he bother eating her out otherwise? Giving her these amazing releases? Unless he's gaining something from it too, which he probably does, though. He's a selfish man, so much she knows by now. But he's let her rest, even though he was definitely hard when he gave her that extra attention (her body still shivers just remembering it all), yet instead of releasing the tension with her, inside her, he's going running?

She must mean more to him. And maybe him locking her up, is a sign of protectiveness, keeping her safe and sound, giving her the simple task to rest and relax (and possibly play with herself if she gets bored which she knows she won't, the thought alone makes her shudder in the worst way). It's almost a gift after all the things he made her do. To do nothing.

Inhaling deeply, she cuddles into the covers, closing her eyes. Rest does sound pretty good right about now.

SEVEN 🟥 EIGHT 🟥 NINE

End notes: This might have been the softest chapter yet, or maybe the first where she's finally fully embraced her new role as his little plaything? Whatever it was, it was fun to write, a nice change to all the unprediactable stuff he's usually up to. (But don't worry, he won't tone it down any time soon...)

Thank you for reading! Next chapter on Monday!

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-🍓 Character(s): Douma

-🍓 Type of reader: M!Reader

-🍓 Category: NSFW

-🍓 Warning(s): possessive behavior, manipulative love & Stockholm Syndrome

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Your relationship with Douma was a healthy one from the very beginning. You both loved each other equally and showed it in many ways let it be by touch, gifts, etc... That changed for the worst.

Douma began to love you far too much to where he’d put a tracker in your phone so he could know where you were at all times.

If you came home even a few minutes late you’d get an ear full and sometimes a couple of slaps.

He’d comfort you right after, saying how he didn’t mean it and that he was just looking out for you. Being so stupid, you forgave him all because you loved him. How stupid you were. Before you knew it you were kept in the house not being able to leave.

“I’m only doing this because I love you okay?” Douma would say as he kissed your tear-stained cheeks and held your shaking hand which was caused by a recent panic attack. “I just want you to continue loving me no matter what, my love.” That ‘love’ was far gone. But you did as he asked so he wouldn’t hurt you. A month had passed and you decided to go with your plan to leave this cursed place. It was late at night and Douma was of course, asleep.

You knew where the extra key was and decided to try and use that to leave through the front door. What a silly move. When you made your way to the door your hands were shaking, the thought of freedom being on the tip of your tongue as you fiddled with the key. That was until you felt someone’s hand gently caress the back of your head before yanking your hair. A scream left your mouth as Douma dragged you, his grip on your hair tight and firm as he lead you to the bathroom. Surprisingly, the bathtub was already filled with water almost like he knew you were going to try and escape.

Try and leave him. As you cried for Douma to let you go that fell on deaf ears and before you knew it your head was forced under the water. You would kick and scratch, your screams muffled by the water. You could barely make out Douma’s face from under the water but just by a glimpse of his eyes, he had the intent to kill you. If you’re dead he wouldn’t have to worry about you trying to leave him. Douma wrapped his hands around your neck which was still submerged under the water till your flailing began to become weaker.

That’s when he pulled you back up. Letting out a gasp you instantly began crying and there Douma was, comforting you. “Don’t cry my sweet, I’m here~ Do you promise to only stay by me?” Douma pressed small kisses on the back of your neck as you nodded your head. “Yes..” You crooked out, your voice horsed. Since that day, you were chained by the leg to a metal pole that allowed you to go to places you needed to go to.

Everything was babyproofed from the number of times you’ve tried hurting yourself, but that didn’t last long. After being like this for so long this became a normal thing for Douma and especially you. To you this was love. Douma depended on you, but not as much as you depended on him. Always greeting him when he’d come home, sitting with him by the table, and eating together.

Do things ‘normal’ couples did. “I love you so much.” You hummed as you hugged Douma, he held you close with a smile present on his lips.

“I love you more.” He said and kissed your forehead, your tired eyes staring back into him with no light shining in them like the first time you two met. Your eyes used to be filled with life, but now they resembled the dead eyes of a fish. One of your friends had called the police after not seeing you for such a long time. They were concerned and had a feeling Douma had something to do with this. Officer Tengen had brought backup just in case. When they were finally inside everything was a mess. Trash bags were piled up onto each other in corners, the whole house was barely illuminated with light.

Their attention was brought to the sound of chains dragging against the floor. Tengen signaled the other officers to have their guns drawn as they slowly moved towards the room. “Freeze!!” Tengen would shout as he pointed his gun into the room only to see you on the floor and Douma brushing your hair.

In a matter of seconds, everyone knew what was going on and instantly put Douma in cuffs, him screaming profanity after profanity as he was dragged away from you. You on the other hand were taken for treatment both physically and mentally. You never stopped screaming for Douma on the way to the hospital till you tired yourself out.

By the time you arrived at the hospital, you didn’t do anything. Only asking for Douma and Douma only. When they told you he wouldn’t be around you anymore you lost it. Grabbing everything in sight and throwing it at the officers, doctors, and nurses. Even trying to hurt yourself to the point they had to tie you to the bed. When your friends came to see you you nearly hurt one of them, the same goes for your parents. That was not the person they knew before.

The damage has already been done, there’s nothing they could do besides pray.

Pray for your sanity and mental well-being to go back to how it originally was.

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I just wanna see you (be brave)

Rating: Explicit Smut? 🔥 Dark?: ❌ (Iike brothers not brothers) Status: Chapters 17/17 Pairings: Tangerine/Ladybug, Tangerine/Lemon, Tangerine/Ladybug/Lemon “What the hell am I supposed to do with him?”

“It’s really not that bloody hard, mate. Just keep him locked in his room. This job shouldn’t last more than another day. Three at most.”

“Three? He’s fucking gone into rut, Lemon. How am I supposed to keep him calm and—”

“Oh, there’s no chance of that. Yeah. He’s just gotta work it out of his system. Leave him to it; I’ll help him when I get back. Oh, and Ladybird?”

“It’s LadyBUG actually—”

“It’s heat, not rut.”

⭐Recommended⭐ Non-traditional a/b/o dynamics | Disaster Ladybug | Everyone lives nobody dies

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A certain satisfaction (in a little bit of pain)

Rating: Explicit Smut? 🔥  Dark?: ❌ (Iike brothers not brothers) Status: Complete | Chapters 5/5 Pairings: Tangerine/Lemon Lemon pressed his knee lower against the swell of Tangerine’s arse, waiting patiently for his struggles to die down once more.

“Is this actually helping, Tan? Because I can keep this up all night. So why don’t you stop being a little bitch, and run through your safewords for me like a good fuckin' boy so we can get started.”

After a job goes bad, Lemon knows what Tangerine needs. If only he can get Tangerine out of his own head long enough to give it to him

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A moment in time

Rating: Explicit Smut? 🔥 Status: Complete Pairings: Ladybug/Tangerine

Tangerine and Ladybug spend a night together after months apart.

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Baby, I can explain-

Rating: Teen Status: Complete Pairings: Tangerine/Reader “What the fuck are you doin’ comin’ to my home?”

“I thought friends could drop in on friends!” Ladybug wheezes, hands rising to pry Tangerine’s fingers away from his t-shirt. “And how was I supposed to know you were living with a civilian? I thought I’d run into you or Lemon! Does she even know what you do for a living?”

Your partner’s ‘colleague’ drops by for an unexpected visit. Chaos ensues.

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Breathe

Rating: Explicit Smut? 🔥 Status: Complete Pairings: Tangerine/Reader

“Nice and steady for me now. I want you to focus on the sensations of me filling you. Of me sliding deep inside and owning you completely. Can you do that for me?”

He nods, the words too much for him to say.

This isn’t the first time that he has visited you. You know better than to ask questions you don’t want the answers to. Answers that might make your time and company seem less like a little luxury — an occasional indulgence, if you will — and more like a risk where the pay-off no longer seems worth the reward.

⭐Recommended⭐ Domme reader | submissive Tangerine | sex work

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Honey, I don't wanna know

Rating: Explicit Smut? 🔥 Status: Complete Pairings: Tangerine/Ladybug

There’s something familiar about the voice coming from the glory hole at Tangerine’s local pub…

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Late night surprise

Rating: Mature Smut? Suggestive Dark?: Under-negotiated kink (happy ending) Status: Complete Pairings: Tangerine/Ladybug, Tangerine/Lemon, Tangerine/Ladybug/Lemon

“Just fuckin’ stop. I don’t need you fussin’.” Tangerine allowed his eyes to slip shut for just a moment, embarrassment burning in his cheeks. He couldn’t believe how spectacularly his plan had gone wrong. “I don’t see why you’re soddin’ pouting at me. You’re not the one with a head injury!”

Tangerine could feel the anger in his chest faltering for a moment. He wasn’t the one in the wrong. Ladybug wasn’t the one with a bleeding forehead and a split lip. Ladybug wasn’t the one whose plans for a romantic albeit kinky night of passion after almost three months apart had gone up in flames. Ladybug wasn’t the one who felt like a right bellend.

Oil on water

Rating: Explicit Smut? 🔥 Dark?: ❌ (Iike brothers not brothers) Status: WIP  | Chapters 3/? Pairings: Ladybug/Tangerine/Lemon

“It’s just an app. There’s absolutely nothing to be scared of. What’s the worst thing that could happen?”

After signing up for Grindr and hoping for a good time, Ladybug runs into two unexpected faces from the past.

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Touched (for the very first time)

Rating: Explicit Smut? 🔥 Status: Complete Pairings: Tangerine/Ladybug

Tangerine lets slip that he's still technically a virgin. Ladybug offers to help out.

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You don't have to say

Rating: Explicit Smut? 🔥 Dark?: ❌ Status: Complete Pairings: Tangerine/Ladybug

“Have you forgotten who’s in charge?” The hand around Tangerine’s throat tightens in warning.

Tangerine shakes his head.

“Then why are you behaving like this? Did you miss Daddy that much while I was away for work?”

Tangerine’s heart rises to his throat. He thought he had been careful enough.

“Use your words, baby. Tell Daddy what you need. You know I’ll always look after my good boy.”

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You say it best

Rating: Explicit Smut? 🔥 Dark?: ❌ (like brothers not brothers) Status: Complete Pairings: Ladybug/Lemon/Tangerine

“Bit early for all this, ain’t it? What, you couldn’t wait for me to get back?”

“Oh, that? Don’t mind him. Tangerine and I just had a little… disagreement.”

“Mate. If this is what you do over a little disagreement, remind me never to get on your bad side, yeah? What’d he do this time?”

A little argument between Tangerine and Ladybug leads to an interesting morning together.

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❌❌❌ Warning: THIS POST CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEXUAL NSFW CONTENT! ❌❌❌

If you are underage or nsfw makes you uncomfortable please don't read under the cut ❗️

Shu Sakamaki x Reader Smut

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You wrapped your arm around Shu's neck as he climbed ontop of you, pressing you into the bed, your kiss never ceasing. The two of you kissed deeply, your naked bodies rocking together, your arms around his neck, his arms at the sides of your head.

You moaned into the kiss and Shu took the opportunity to slide his tongue inside your mouth. "Mm..." you opened for him, allowing him inside. You gripped his shoulder and Shu's hand weaves into your hair. Shu lifted his head, leaving you panting and trailed kisses down your neck. You arched up as he began to massage your breasts, running his fingers gently over your nipples.

"Ah..." Wanting to give him pleasure, you reached down and started to gently rub his tip. "Haa..." Shu's sigh of pleasure was barely audible, drowned into your neck as he kissed the sensitive skin there. Rubbing his hard member against your thighs, Shu bit you. "Ah!" You cried out, moaning as Shu drank from you. He pressed a kiss to the bite mark then trailed his large hands down your body, kissing a trail down your breasts, your stomach, your thighs until he reached your most sensitive area.

Instantly you parted for him. Shu's member was throbbing, the tip sleek with pre-cum, and the sight of you so readily exposing yourself to him almost made him orgasm right then and there. Taking his time, Shu let his tongue explore your folds, relishing in your sweet taste. You thrashed and gripped his hair, practically grinding your hips into his face.

He kissed the insides of your thighs and gave you one more long lick that had you shaking. He slowly inserted his finger inside your depths and groaned, feeling how wet you are. "So wet for me." He murmured, his voice almost raspy with lust. "So fucking desperate." Between moans you asked him. "Are you talking about you or me?"

Shu grinned. "Both of us." He slowly slid another finger inside you and you gripped onto the sheets. "Shu!" You whined. Shu growled and pumped faster. You moaned and whined before finally shattering.

You laid flat against the bed, panting. When you looked up you saw Shu licking his fingers. "Your arousal tastes so good."

You reached for Shu needily as he climbed back on the bed. He kissed you deeply and held himself up on his forearms, your chests close together. You parted your legs and he settled in between your thighs.

His tip nudged your opening and you moaned, gripping his shoulders. Gritting his teeth and burying his face into your neck, Shu slid the rest of the way in, burying himself completely. "Ah! Shu!"

"Nn..." Shu groaned into your hair. You dug your nails into his shoulders and moaned. Shu started to thrust inside you slowly, filling you up each time his hips bumped into yours. "Ngh...fuck..." Shu held himself up higher and looked at you. "Tell me..tell me how good it feels..." Shu's voice was strangled. You moaned and needily squirmed under your lover's strong body.

"So good. It feels so good feeling you inside me." You moaned. Shu thrusted into you again and hit your sweet spot. You whimpered and wrapped your arms around his neck tightly, his head laying on your breasts. You fisted his hair in your hands tightly. "Shu!" you cried. Shu groaned your name into your chest. You wrapped your legs around Shu's waist and he lifted himself up on his arms again.

His eyes burning into yours with an exciting mix of love and lust, Shu thrusted faster, digging himself deep inside you. You moaned and clawed at him, the pleasure overwhelming. "Fuck." He growled, in between pants. "It feels...ngh...so good...Ah!...inside you..." Shu began to pound inside you. Your lips parted as you cried out in ecstasy.

"Fuck...cum for me, cum for me..." Shu murmured before kissing you. His body was tense, you knew he was close, but he never allowed himself to finish before you. Shu's finger found your clit and he pressed down until you exploded. "Gnn...ahhhh!" Shu's orgasm followed right behind yours.

He slumped down on top of you and you held his back. He nuzzled into you. "Wanna go another round?" He murmured sleepily but he rolled off you and gathered you close in his arms, his eyes already closed. "You're sleepy, Shu." You told him, kissing his chin. "No...I want to..." Shu fell asleep, holding you close. You smiled into his chest and fell asleep.

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Chapter 6 - The aftermath.

Episode 5. Andy: *He sighed deep, then walked to his car parked few meters from the fence, got into it and quickly pulled out on the dirt road leading to the main road crossing the whole town. He looked right, the direction towards his house... and Raven's house. He looked left, the direction towards the town... and alcohol. He drummed the steering wheel with his hands and shook his head, then quickly turned left. He quickly speed up to the speed limit. Then a bit above. More above. More. More. More. His hands drumming harder and harder on the wheel, more aggressive and frustrated.* Goddammit!!! *He slapped the steering wheel hard at least 10 times before he grabbed it and shook it violently, roaring at the top of his lungs* FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!!!! *He punched the steering wheel so hard the car honked so loud it echoed in the valley. He grabbed the wheel again, panting hard as he looked at the road ahead of him, trying his best to calm down, slowly lifting the foot from the speed pedal, allowing his car to fall back down to speed limit. He shook his head and cranked the volume up on the stereo. But only few seconds later he yanked the wheel hard and made a fast u-turn. His car stood still on the middle of the road. He panted soft, grabbing the wheel tighter, making the engine of his black 1964 Chevrolet Impala SS roar loudly. Then he speed up, making the wheels screech loudly, leaving black burn-marks on the ground. He yanked the wheel down the road and parked on the grass, running through the garden, bursting in the front door*

Adrian: What the?!?! *He startled from his spot in the kitchen, standing by the kitchen counter with a beer and a cig, his laptop placed on the counter* Andy: Look I don't know if you want me here or if I should even be here right now, but if you don't want me here you can tell me to fuck off and I will. You don't ever have to see me again! All I know is I don't think it's the best choice for you to be alone right now, and I sure as fuck would like not to be alone right now, and no, no one is waiting for me at home, I made up plans with my family so the two love birds wouldn't have to feel bad wanting to spend time together, so I really got no plans, and my only choices is to turn home to a night in front of the tv with people who would rather do cozy stuff, or I can go fuck strangers at a bar, to get my aggressions out, so if you don't hate me being here mayb- *he got interrupted as something moaned from Adrian's laptop, and his eyes quickly shifted to the screen, a surprised look on his face* Adrian: *He was still too startled to notice Andy's change of focus, trying to process the sea of words Andy had let out in a matter of seconds* Andy: *He quickly walked up to Adrian, looking at the screen, a satisfied smirk gathering on his lips, specially as he noticed Adrian was hard beneath his trashed old jeans* Mmhhhh *he bit his own bottom lip* So you like watching me getting fucked, huh?! *He reached backwards, pressing his hand against Adrian's boner, squeezing it firmly, his eyes still planted on the screen, as he felt himself get hard* How about you get some of the real stuff? *he pressed his butt against Adrian's dick* Adrian: *He grabbed Andy's upper arms and squeezed them firmly, groaning deep in Andy's ear* Pull down your pants... ❌Short sex scene START - readers must be 18+❌       ❌ (To skip sex scene, scroll till next marking) ❌       Andy: *He sighed with pleasure and unzipped his pants, pulling them down just enough to uncover his ass, wiggling it against Adrian's groin*

Adrian: *He quickly unzipped his own pants and pressed himself inside Andy with a deep moan* Andy: Oh gaaawd!! *He placed a hand on the counter to try to stabilize himself and closed his eyes for a second, to swallow the stingy pain, feeling goosebumps gather on his arms and back, finally having his wet dreams of Adrian come true!*

Adrian: *He groaned soft and gave Andy a hard pound, the sound of Andy getting fucked on Pornhub seemed louder than before, and he couldn't help but take a peek at the screen, which only seemed to make him mad. But the good kind. The kind that made him grab Andy's hips hard and fuck him even harder. Fast. Demanding. Sinking his teeth into the arch of Andy's neck* Andy: *He moaned loud and surrendering* Goddammit!!! *he sighed from pleasure and reached a hand backwards, digging his fingers into Adrian's hair, pulling it lightly* Fuck mehhh you beast!!! Adrian: *He groaned soft and started fucking him harder, loud clapping sounds of their naked lower bodies bouncing against each other, filled the room. And soon also the smell of sweat and sex mixed with the already thick smell of smoke and herbs* ❌Short sex scene END - Readers must be 18+❌         ❌ (Congrats, you successfully skipped sex)❌     Andy: *As they laid panting on the kitchen floor 10 minutes later, he couldn't help but chuckle* Adrian: What? *he frowned questioning and took a drag of his cig* Andy: I guess we can establish that you have no problem when it comes to watching ME on Pornhub... and fucking me at the same time* Adrian: *He snorted soft* Andy: *He burst out in a loud laughter* Adrian: *He couldn't help but join, laughing with his whole body* Andy: *He shook his head, still amused as he was finally done laughing a moment later* You're a pretty good fuck Adrian. Adrian: *He snorted soft* Pretty good?

Andy: .... alright, you're a fucking good fuck! *he grinned wide and satisfied*

Adrian: *He chuckled deeply* I still have problems sitting down for a longer period.

Andy: *He burst out in another loud laughter* Oh gawd!! I take that as a compliment!!

Adrian: *He chuckled again and took another drag of his cig* ..... So friends huh?

Andy: *He chuckled soft* How about we upgrade it to fuck buddies? Adrian: *He thought about it a moment, then stood up, killed his cig in the ashtray, took a sip of his beer and closed the laptop screen. Then he walked over the floor, climbed up to the bedroom, took off his clothes and threw himself on the bed, moaning soft from pleasure of getting to lay down after such a long and stressful day*

Andy: .......... *he sat up on the floor, wondering if he had said something wrong*

Adrian: Are you coming.... fuck buddy? *he mumbled loudly into his pillow, but loud enough for Andy to hear*

Andy: *He chuckled surprised and quickly walked to the ladder, climbing up, biting his bottom lip as he observed the naked Adrian laying on his bed* I dunno? Guess that depends on you and that fucking delicious ass of yours *he smirked cheekily*

Adrian: *He shook his head* Just get over here! Andy: *He rushed towards the bed, throwing his clothes here and there, nearly falling a couple of times, till he finally jumped into bed, landing next to Adrian with an excited moan*

Adrian: *He turned his head to look at Andy* Thank you... for.... being there today, and listening...

Andy: Hey *he planted a gentle hand on Adrian's lower back, stroking his skin soft* no need to thank me for that. I care about you. So of course I'll be there if you need someone. I'm more than just blue hair and you know... general bullshit and boners *he shrugged lightly*

Adrian: *He sighed soft* yes I noticed. Andy: *He chuckled soft* Another compliment? Adrian: Yeah *he wrinkled his nose* Don't make it a habit.

Andy: *He chuckled soft* ..... is there anything I can do for you, to help you relax or change your focus at least?

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Diluc having a crush on Kaeyas brother whose an inventor and keeps trying to keep him out of danger

MR INVENTOR

Character(s): Diluc

Type of reader: M!Reader

Category: Fluff

Warning(s): None

Edited: ❌

Diluc didn't see you often since you were Kaeya's half brother and would mostly stay with your mom or travel somewhere to find new equipment to enhance your inventions abilities.

But when he did his heart tend to do little jumps which eventually allowed him to know he had a crush on you.

"Hey Diluc! Wanna see somethin new I made?" You asked and Diluc turned his attention onto you.

"Sure." He said and you bounced on the front of your feet excited. "So basically, this little guy is able to collect any plant that I'll need. I just need to change the setting and..." You said and tinkered with it a little bit to make the small robot collect mints.

"Cool right?!" You exclaimed and Diluc gingerly laughed till he saw the robot start the smoke. "Is it supposed to start smoking like that?" He asked and you looked at him confused before looking at the robot and your eyes widened.

"Shit! I thought I fixed this problem already!" You groaned and started pressing buttons on the small remote you had for the little chunk of metal.

The robot had started the smoke even more and Diluc wasted no time and grabbed you, quickly taking you away from the robot and just like that it exploded into little scraps of metal. "Aww man, I thought it would've made it." You groaned with a small pout before looking over at Diluc.

"And thank you for getting me to safety, Diluc." You thanked him with a smile and he cleared his throat as his cheeks rose into a blush. "No problem.." He mumbled. "Well well well, aren't you two cute~" Kaeya teased with a chuckle before the remote for the robot that is no more was thrown at his head making him groan.

"You stop being weird!" You shouted at him before huffing and walking somewhere else to continue with another invention.

"You two would be cute together. Just make sure to use protec-"

"Burn!"

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Shower sex with Reiji, Fingering, Handjob, Vanilla x Reader

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Normally Reiji never would have allowed you to join him in the shower but when you opened the shower door and walked inside, your naked body on display, Reiji’s desires won out.

Reiji had you pressed up against the shower wall, caged in his arms as he kissed you passionately. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he wrapped his around your waist, pulling you close. Your warm wet bodies rubbed together and you could feel Reiji’s stiff member against your stomach. You rubbed your thighs together and moved one of your hands into Reiji’s hair.

He pulled back and his hand found his way inbetween your legs. You didn’t even get flustered, you just leaned against the shower wall and spread them, curling your fingers around Reiji’s shaft.

You pumped Reiji’s member and whimpered when his finger slid inside you. “Ah...Reiji...” Reiji bit down on your shoulder and took deep gulps of your blood, his member throbbing slightly in your hand.

Reiji entered a second finger and twisted them inside you, hitting a sweet spot. You cried out and gripped Reiji’s shaft tighter, making him groan quietly.

He kissed you again and you returned the kiss feverishly. Reiji’s free hand traveled up your waist and he started to massage your breasts. Your hips fell forward, almost as if they were trying to get even more of Reiji inside of you, and you felt yourself getting closer and closer.

“Nn...Reiji!” You moaned and orgasmed onto Reiji’s hand, temporarily stopping your movements to pleasure him, instead gripping onto Reiji tightly with both hands.

Reiji allowed you a few seconds to come down from your high before lifting your leg and positioning himself inbetween your legs, guiding his member to your entrance.

You tilted your head back and Reiji claimed your mouth for another kiss, moving his hips forward and entering you in one smooth motion. You moaned into the kiss and Reiji let out a grunt once his manhood was fully sheathed inside of you.

You gripped his shoulders and buried your face in Reiji’s neck, whimpering as Reiji’s deep thrusts repeatedly hit your sweet spot. Lewd sighs left Reiji’s mouth as he slid inside you.

You wrapped your arms around Reiji’s neck and arched into him. In turn, Reiji lifted you up and cupped your bottom. You wrapped your legs around his waist and your bare chests rubbed together.

“Hah...hah...” Reiji’s quiet sighs turned you on more and you squeezed your arms and legs around him tighter. “Reiji!”

Your release was almost there...then he hit your sweet spot one more time and you cummed, your body trembling in his arms as you moaned. Feeling you orgasm around his member put Reiji over the edge and he gritted his teeth and thrusted faster until he too orgasmed inside you, groaning.

He set you down and you slumped against his tall frame. One of his arms immediately wrapped around you. You looked up at him. Reiji rarely got flustered or blushy but he was running one of his hands through his wet hair and his cheeks were flushed.

“I suppose...sharing a shower...was nice...”

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Laito Sakamaki x Reader NSFW

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Laito took his member out of his boxers and began to slowly move his hand up and down the shaft. “Ahh...Bitch-Chan...” he moaned quietly.

Laito’s mind kept giving him the most amazing scenarios to imagine, it was hard to pick just one, but he eventually settled. He’d be able to actually perform them tonight when you got home.

Laito lazily stroked himself, imagining he was thrusting inside you, you clinging to him and moaning his name. Laito’s manhood twitched as an image popped up in his brain. You, naked and moaning, with red cheeks, asking for him to make love to you.

“Of course, Little Bitch.” Laito murmured out loud, gripping himself a little more firmly and starting to pump faster. Laito was very rarely impatient but right now all he wanted was for you to come home so he could throw you on the bed and worship your body for hours.

Laito swiped him thumb over the tip and a small gasp left his mouth, his hips slightly bucking. God, he wanted you. Laito started to pump faster, groaning in pleasure. He then remembered something and grinned to himself.

One hand still touching himself softly, Laito grabbed his phone. You had allowed him to do a photoshoot recently and Laito had made a separate album in his photos for those pictures.

He moaned and stroked his length, his eyes greedily drinking in the pictures on his phone, each one sexier than the last.

Laito was getting close...closer...he found his favorite one, you were completely naked and in the most arousing position possible, and he pumped himself harder and faster, gritting his teeth as he felt his orgasm building up....his hips moved upwards...seeking release...

Laito gasped and groaned, his body relaxing onto the body as his cum shot out of him. “Ahhh...” he sighed.

After cleaning up he began to get some of his favorite sex toys together. Little did you know you’d be in for a long night...

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Carla Tsukinami x Reader Smut NSFW

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Vanilla, Romantic, Missionary

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You scooted up on the bed, wrapping one arm around Carla’s neck as he climbed on top of you and lowered himself on his forearms, the kiss you two were sharing never ceasing. Carla tangled his finger in your hair and you sighed into the kiss, lifting your hips and grinding them against his for friction, trying to satisfy the aching in between your legs.

Carla chuckled. “How shameless.” The two of you undressed each other, taking each other’s clothes off and helping each other out of your underwear and pants. Carla laid his naked body on top of yours and resumed the passionate kiss, sliding his tongue inbetween your lips. You moaned and ran your fingers through his hair. His hands traveled down, gently massaging your breasts. He kissed a trail down your breasts, ribcage and stomach before reaching your core.

He spread your legs and took a long lick, sending pleasure throughout your body. You gripped onto the sheets and moaned as Carla licked you and sucked your clit. “Yes...” you moaned. “More...Carla...please....” you whined, your legs shaking as he pleasured you with his mouth. His tongue delved inside your folds and you arched up, crying out in ecstasy. Unconsciously, you grinded your hips up into his face, desperate for your release which was so so close. “Carla...please...” you begged. Carla’s tongue swirled around and you moaned as your orgasm broke over your body like an ocean wave of pleasure.

Carla inserted a finger and you whined out weakly. You gripped his shaft in your hand and he sucked in a harsh breath. As Carla moved his finger inside you, you pumped Carla’s length slowly. Another finger entered you and you squirmed and squeezed Carla’s member slightly, resulting in a groan.

Carla’s fingers twisted inside you and you moaned, orgasming again. Carla moved on top of you again, spreading your legs. He looked into your eyes and held your hands, slowly sliding himself inside you. You whimpered, almost already overwhelmed by the amazing feeling of fullness. He lowered himself down and kissed you deeply, rocking his hips. You lifted your legs and tilted your hips, allowing deeper penetration that made you moan and dig your fingernails into his shoulders.

Carla groaned your name, burying his face into your hair and sucking a sensitive part of your neck. You started to meet Carla’s thrusts and he grunted, wrapping his arms under you and holding you close, your chests pressing together. “I love you.” He murmured, pressing a kiss to the base of your neck. “I love you too.” You moaned, scratching at him.

Carla began to go faster and you moaned, bouncing against the bed as he thrust into you. “Ah...hah...Carla!” “Fuck...” Carla muttered, panting. You gripped Carla’s hair as you felt your orgasm approaching. You were so close...so close...then Carla thrusted into you, hitting a sweet spot and you cried out, sobbing and clinging to him, completely overwhelmed by ecstasy.

He gritted his teeth and rocked his hips faster, trying to reach his climax. You gripped onto his shoulders and moaned, overstimulated. After a few more thrusts Carla buried himself inside you and stilled on top of you, moaning as he orgasmed and released his seed.

Carla hung his head down on your chest, his arms trembling. You held onto his back and kissed his cheek. “I love you so much.” He told you. “I love you too.” The two of you kissed, knowing that you belonged to each other.

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Ruki Mukami x Reader Smut

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Overstimulation, Slight degrading, edging, punishment

“Hah...Ruki...” you whined weakly, clutching desperately to the bedsheets as Ruki’s fingers and tongue did wonders to your body. “A-Ah! Ruki...please-“ you were so close to the edge...then he stopped.

“No!” You looked up at Ruki’s tall form with tear-filled eyes. “This isn’t a reward, Livestock. You’re being punished. Don’t you remember when you bothered your master because of your lewd antics?” His lips pulled up into a smirk and you blushed.

A few hours ago you were desperate for Ruki to fill you and make you his, so you had interrupted his reading. He didn’t take too kindly to that. “You rely on your master to pleasure you so much...it’s pathetic but cute. Then again, you’re not allowed to touch yourself without your master’s permission, so it can’t be helped, can it?”

You shook your head, tears sliding down your cheeks. For hours he had been bringing you so close to an orgasm before stopping right as you were on the edge and you wanted to sob and beg him to finally let you have your release.

Ruki smirked but he gently smoothed your hair out of your eyes and climbed back on the bed. “Legs open, Livestock.” You instinctively closed them completely, not wanting him to edge you again. You didn’t think you could take it.

Ruki’s eyes hardened. “Legs open, Livestock.” He growled. Shaking, you let your legs fall open. Ruki smirked and slid his hand gently down your stomach and over your clit. He kissed your inner thighs and licked your nether lips. Your head fell back and you gripped his hair, moaning.

Ruki pecked kisses up your stomach and chest before putting his nose right against yours. “Have you learned your lesson, Livestock?” You nodded. “Use your words.” Ruki said firmly, still smirking. “Yes, Master.” “Good girl.” Ruki rewarded you with a sweet kiss before going down again and sucking your clit in between his mouth. “Ruki!” You screamed.

You writhed around, crying and moaning as Ruki made you orgasm again and again. You were drowning in an ocean of ecstasy. This time you cried from overstimulation. Ruki pressed a kiss to your lips, his fingers still deep inside your womanhood. “Isn’t this what you wanted, Livestock? For your master to help you climax.” Ruki licked and bit down on your neck. “Such an ungrateful Livestock.” He said in a loving tone, twisting his fingers around and hitting your sweet spot.

You held onto him and sobbed. Your eyes were squeezed shut but they opened when the pleasure suddenly stopped and you heard fabric rustling. Within seconds, Ruki was naked, his incredible body on display. He climbed onto the bed and on top of you, holding himself up with strong arms.

You whined needily and lifted your legs, wrapping them around his pale waist. He slid inside you, pleasure clouding his eyes. He kissed your neck and lowered himself down, letting your chests touch. “Ruki...” “gnn...” Ruki moaned quietly. “You fit so perfectly around your master...such a good girl for me.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and brought his head down for a deep kiss. He groaned when his head lifted and your lips parted, leaving a trail of saliva. He started to thrust slowly and you moaned.

“You’re getting brave, Livestock.” He said, his tone slightly scolding but aroused as hell. You buried your face in his neck and moaned as his member slid inside you again, hitting a sweet spot. He grunted and buried his face in your hair, moaning softly in your ear.

“Ruki...” “Ngh...” Ruki groaned your name. He rocked his hips faster and you gripped onto him tighter, your chests rubbing together with the most pleasurable friction.

“Good girl...help your master cum...” those words would’ve made you soaked if you weren’t wet already. You orgasmed once more and he thrust inside you deeply, stilling and groaning when he released his seed.

He then rolled off of you and snuggled you into his arms. He kissed your neck. “Good girl.” “I love you, Ruki.” You told him turning on your side and nuzzling into him. “I love you too.”

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Ayato Sakamaki x Reader NSFW

First Time, Passionate, Fingering, Oral, Vanilla

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Ayato pinned you against the wall, kissing you fiercely. You returned the kiss with the same amount of passion and Ayato hooked his arms under your legs and lifted you up. You wound your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, gripping a fist full of his hair as he peppered kisses all over your neck.

He walked you over to the bed and laid you down, not even a second passing before he claimed your mouth again, your tongues dancing together.

Ayato pulled away and started to nibble at your neck, causing you to moan and squirm. He pressed his forehead against yours, looking into your eyes. “You’re mine. Mine and mine alone. But you aren’t just some bloodbag to me. You’re irreplaceable and I love you.” You cupped his face. “I love you too.” Ayato bent down for another kiss, this time sensual and slow.

He undressed you and you undressed him, both of you admiring each other’s bodies. Ayato peppered light kisses down your thigh. “I own the most beautiful woman in the world.” “I’m owned by the most handsome man in the world.” You giggled and Ayato grinned. Ayato took off your bra and underwear. You looked away shyly but Ayato gently cupped your face and brought it back. “Don’t be shy. Every inch I love.” You smiled happily, tears sparking in your eyes. “Don’t cry when I’m being all romantic!” Ayato scolded you and you laughed. “They’re tears of happiness.” You told him. “Tears of happiness? That’s weird.” You opened your mouth to say something but only a gasp came out, Ayato had taken your nipple into his mouth and was fondling your breasts. “Ahhh...Ayato!”

Ayato grinned against your chest before moving to your other nipple. “Yes. Say my name.” “Ayato...” you whined out weakly, fueling your lover’s ego.

Still massaging your breasts, Ayato lowered himself to your legs and parted them, drinking in the sight. He kissed the insides of your thighs before pressing a kiss to your folds and delving his tongue inside. You arched up, pleasure soaring through you. “Yes...Ayato!” Ayato chuckled, his ego loving that you moaned his name in pleasure.

You writhed on the bed and moaned, your knees bending. Ayato quickly grabbed your legs and put them over his shoulders. You immediately blushed but all coherent thought left you when he went back to licking your clit. You panted, your hips bucking up, you couldn’t get enough.

“Ayato...please...please!” You whined out, you were so close, so so close to your sweet release. Ayato sucked on your clit harder and you thrashed, the pleasure unbearable. You moaned loudly, orgasming. Ayato instantly pulled away and inserted his finger.

You panted, being fingered felt amazing but you were still coming down from your high, the pleasure was completely mind-consuming. You gripped the sheets as Ayato pumped his finger inside, circling your clit with his thumb. “Hah...Ahh...” you moaned. Ayato added a second finger. “I hate that it’s gonna hurt you, so I’m making this as easy as possible.” He said, you nodded and squirmed. You looked up at the ceiling, allowing pleasure to overtake all your senses, orgasming soon after.

Ayato stood up slowly and took off his boxers. He climbed onto the bed and caressed your waist, then kissed you. You melted into the kiss and scooted up on the bed so Ayato could climb on top of you.

He moved your legs and lined himself up, holding both your hands in his. “Yours Truly will take your first time.” Ah, there’s the ego. He bent down and kissed you sweetly, then lifted his head and looked you in the eyes deeply. “You will be mine.” “I’ve always been yours.”

Ayato’s eyes flashed with passion. Still holding your hands, Ayato slowly pushed in. Your back tensed but you didn’t tell him to stop so Ayato continued entering you, breaking your womanhood and filling you completely. You whimpered and unlaced your fingers from his so you could grab his shoulders.

Ayato’s eyes were clouded with lust, but he remained still inside you. “Are you alright?” He asked, quietly. “Yeah, just...don’t move yet.” Ayato nodded and lowered himself on his forearms, then kissed your neck in what he knew was your favorite spot.

You whimpered as he pressed kisses all over your neck. The stabbing pain was beginning to subside. “You can move.” You told him quietly. Ayato gritted his teeth and slowly pulled his hips back before pushing them forward, filling you completely and hitting a sweet spot, making you gasp. Ayato ceased his movements and looked at you, alarmed. “No, no, that felt good.” You reassured him.

Ayato grinned. “Of course it did. I’m Ore-Sama after all.” You rolled your eyes but you couldn’t help the smile on your face. Ayato kissed you again and began to thrust again, keeping a steady pace.

You gripped his shoulders tighter, your finger nails digging into his skin. It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t good either. Ayato’s cheeks were pink and pleasure danced in his eyes. “Fuck.” He said, leaning his forehead down against yours and whispering your name.

You arched up into him needily and he kissed you, slowly slipping his tongue inside. “Ngh...fuck, I’m almost there...” Ayato told you, nearing his orgasm. He picked up speed slightly, then tensed and stilled, groaning as he cummed inside you.

Ayato stayed inside you for a moment, panting. He slid out and kissed you deeply. “I’ll clean the blood and whatnot.” You nodded and covered yourself with the blankets.

Soon after, Ayato slid into bed with you, taking you in his arms and holding you close, your naked bodies pressed together. “How was it?” He asked. “It hurt but not too bad.” You told him. “Good.” Ayato kissed the top of your head. “It’ll only get better. Yours Truly is gonna make you scream his name next time.” You laughed and leaned your head and hand on his chest. “I look forward to it.”

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