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How they react to some of my favorite games - AO3

Warnings: crackfic (kinda?), one horror game, slight angst with Zayne, swearing

Sylus

One More Chapter - AO3 - Sylus x gn!Reader

Warnings: teasing, pet names, fluff

Deal with the Devil - AO3 - Sylus x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: bruises, body dysphoria, chest binding, unsafe binding, teasing, pet names, possibly ooc

Spring Wedding - AO3 - Sylus x gn!Reader

Warnings: past relationship, minor references/implications of emotional/mental abuse, backhanded compliments, protective Sylus, fake relationship

But they cradled me, yes? - AO3 - Sylus x gn!Reader

Warnings: blood, vague refs to Sylus's route, slight angst, bittersweet

Kitty Cards - AO3 - Sylus x gn!Reader

Warnings: losing, frustration

Omniscience - AO3 - Sylus x gn!Reader

Warnings: unwanted advances, alcohol mention, protective Sylus, Mephisto keeping an eye on you, pet names, swearing, established relationship

Sweet Tooth - AO3 - Sylus x gn!Reader

Warnings: biting, kissing, established relationship, fluff, food/baking

A Waltz Of Blood And Blades - AO3 - Sylus x gn!Reader

Warnings: sparring/fighting, blood, injuries, minor knifeplay, mild/implied sexual content, kissing, no smut

There Is No Love Purer Than Mine - AO3 - Sylus x gn!Reader

Warnings: kissing, crying, declarations of love, mild hurt/comfort

All This And Heaven Too - AO3 - Demon!Sylus x gn!Angel!Reader

Warnings: heavy angst, angels + demons au, major character death, unhappy ending, hurt no comfort, blood, injury, crying, kissing, drugs + smoking, underage smoking, pet names, religious imagery + symbolism, swearing

You Have Me - AO3 - Sylus x gn!Reader

Warnings: major character death, love confession, unrequited love, blood, angst, hurt no comfort, forehead kiss

Blood Washes Out - AO3 - Sylus x gn!Reader

Warnings: hurt/comfort, blood, injury, murder, swearing, vomiting, panic, pet names, sharing clothes, cuddling, crying, guilt, broken bones, guns

Nyctophobia - AO3 - Sylus x gn!Reader

Warnings: hurt/comfort, crying, kissing, nyctophobia (fear of the dark), embarrassment, fear, pet names, swearing, implied sexual content, established relationship

Pumpkin Patch - AO3 - Sylus x gn!Reader

Warnings: pumpkin carving, fluff, cuddling, Halloween, sleepy Sylus, soft Sylus, established relationship

By Such A Little Taste - AO3 - Sylus x gn!Reader

SMUT Warnings: smut, fingering, cunnilingus, cumming untouched, hand/finger kink, marking, biting, kissing, teasing, dacryphilia/crying, swearing, praise kink, choking, breathplay, pet names, nipple play, embarrassment, shyness

Clair de Lune - AO3 - Sylus x gn!Reader

Warnings: none, just fluff

I Want You - AO3 - Sylus x gn!Reader

Warnings: insecurity, kissing, alcohol, swearing, crying, embarrassment, not proofread

Sleepy Kitty - AO3 - Sylus x gn!Reader

Warnings: fluff, silly, cat ears and tail, cuddling, panic, some sort of a relationship going on, Xavier cameo

And It Is All That Matters - AO3 - Sylus x gn!Reader

Warnings: fluff, domestic fluff, cuddling, kissing, classical music, playful banter, established relationship

Zayne

The Best Medicine - AO3 - Zayne x gn!Reader

Warnings: chronic pain, descriptions of pain, kissing, fluff

Water in the Sink - AO3 - Zayne x gn!Reader

Warnings: medical inaccuracies

Strawberry Thyme Blondies - AO3 - Zayne x gn!Reader

Warnings: food/eating, kissing, bakery au

Protocore Syndrome - AO3 - Zayne x gn!Reader (Platonic or romantic)

Warnings: death, grief/mourning, medical inaccuracies, angst, emotional hurt/comfort, canon divergent

Angel, Please - AO3 - Zayne x gn!Reader

Warnings: sensory overload, anxiety, avoiding a mental breakdown, emotional hurt/comfort, fluff, established relationship

In Sickness And In Health - AO3 - Zayne x gn!Reader

Warnings: medical angst, hurt/comfort, medication (pills), bittersweet, pet names (love, my love), established relationship

Break The Fever - AO3 - Zayne x gn!Reader

Warnings: hospital/hospitalization, sickfic, needles, light angst, established relationship

My Love Mine All Mine - AO3 - Zayne x gn!Reader

Warnings: kissing, declarations of love, references to past mental/emotional abuse, communication, blushing

Search and Rescue - AO3 - Zayne x gn!Reader

Warnings: hurt/comfort, some angst, blizzards/snowstorms, blood, injury, minor character death, self-sacrifice, hypothermia, dialogue heavy, established relationship

Rises The Moon - AO3 - Zayne x gn!Reader

Warnings: fluff, kissing, cuddling, workaholic Zayne, established relationship

Doctor, Doctor - AO3 - Zayne & gn!Reader

Warnings: medical trauma, hospital, anxiety, swearing, crying

I Love You More Than I Can Say - AO3 - Zayne x transmasc!Reader

Warnings: making out, nipple/chest worship, grinding, no smut, implied bisexual Zayne

Linger Longer - AO3 - Zayne x gn!Reader

Warnings: domestic fluff, food, alcohol mention, dancing, established relationship

Perfect First Date - AO3 - Zayne x fem!Reader

Warnings: fluff, blind date, first date, kissing

Broken Glass - AO3 - Zayne x gn!Reader

Warnings: blood, injury, feet, guilt, self-deprecation, insecurity, swearing, kissing, established relationship

Antiseptic and Latex - AO3 - Zayne x gn!Reader

Warnings: hospitals, established relationship

Writer's Block - AO3 - Zayne x gn!Reader

Warnings: established relationship, swearing, domestic fluff, writer's block, food, eating, cuddling, forehead kisses, references to Clopidogrel the squirrel

Oh, Hold Me Now - AO3 - Zayne x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: menstruation, period fic, lots of domestic fluff, reader has a uterus but no other gender-defining things

My Heart Will Always Belong To You - AO3 - Zayne x gn!Reader

Warnings: established relationship, fluff, domestic fluff, cuddling, kissing

Good Girl - AO3 - Zayne x fem!Reader

SMUT Warnings: smut, established relationship, grinding, thigh riding, light bondage, kissing, pet names, praise kink

Next To You - AO3 - Zayne x gn!Reader

Warnings: fluff, domestic fluff, established relationship, sleepiness, literal sleeping together, cuddling

Happy Birthday, My Jasmine - AO3 - Zayne x gn!Reader

Warnings: bathing, implied nudity, kissing, established relationship, very very vague reference to his myth, birthdays, domestic fluff

Let Me Help You - AO3 - Zayne x gn!Reader

Warnings: hurt/comfort, mentally/emotionally abusive parents, crying, communication, food + cooking, domestic, established relationship

Cinderella - AO3 - Zayne x gn!Reader

Warnings: fluff, domestic fluff, married life, established relationship, food/cooking, kissing, implied sexual content

Yes This Fear's Got A Hold On Me - AO3 - Zayne x gn!Reader

Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, fear of death, overthinking, domestic moments, established relationship, rain/storms, recklessness, self-sacrificing behavior, cooking/food

The Goddess of the Moon - AO3 - Zayne x gn!Reader

Warnings: fluff, domestic fluff, literal sleeping together, established relationship, cuddling, kissing

Rafayel

Self-Portrait of the Soul - AO3 - Rafayel & gn!artist!Reader

Warnings: mischief, heavily implied exploitation, misunderstandings, pre-relationship, possibly ooc

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wholoveseggs · 17 days ago

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Can u make more kol mikaelson smut stories pleaseeee

Rivalry

18+ ---- {Masterlist} {Tag-List}

{Klaus Mikaelson and Kol Mikaelson x Vampire!f!Reader} When Kol interrupts your date with Klaus, the tension between the brothers escalates into a fiery game of wills, and you can’t help but revel (and take full advantage) of the madness.

♡♡ This is dedicated to the many requests I've received for more Kol AND Klaus! Here ya go you filthy animals (affectionate)~ ♡♡

4.7k words - Warnings: smuttty af, threesome, Kol being a teasing menace, jealous and possessive Klaus, furniture breaking, a bit of of chasing, wall breaking, wall sex, standing sex, oral sex (f!receiving), double penetration, blood drinking, ripping clothes (rude!), power dynamics (reader is the boss), && the two wildest originals competing for your affection...

I'll be tagging ya'll in the comments from now on... because tumblr is not built for tagging lots of users... if you want off the tag list just shoot me a DM!!! (I won't be offended ~xo)

Over the years, you have been in a lot of strange situations. It sort of came with the territory of being a vampire. In all of your centuries of living, however, you had never quite been in one as strange as this.

It was one thing to be desired by a man. That happened to you from time to time. And it usually ended with you taking a generous bite out of their neck before leaving them on the floor.

It was a totally different situation, however, when two of the strongest of your species were both trying to seduce you.

The smell of delicious food wafted through the dining room as the servants placed the plates on the table. Klaus sat at the head, a smug look on his face. His gaze sweeping over you like you were one of the hors d'oeuvres.

You knew better than to fall for his charms. But that didn't mean it wasn't a pleasant thought. He had always been rather handsome, and his advances weren't exactly unwanted.

Your gaze fell to the other end of the table, where his younger brother sat, flashing a smirk at you.

If Klaus was charming, then Kol was downright lewd. From the moment he laid eyes on you, he'd made a point to show you exactly what was on his mind.

You shifted in your seat as you recalled his whispered words in your ear, the feel of his breath on your neck. The way he described exactly what he wanted to do with you if given the chance.

Klaus on the other hand had an entirely different approach. One of a much more romantic nature. He had invited you to this private dinner with the intention of getting to know you better. But it seemed that Kol wasn't going to give him the opportunity.

You weren’t sure whether to feel flattered or terrified. Two Original vampires were vying for your attention, and you could practically feel the testosterone thickening the air around you.

It was a strange dynamic, to say the least.

You could tell Klaus was growing irritated. His eyes narrowed at his younger brother, his lips forming a hard line. He didn't want to act aggressive in front of you, this was a delicate game, and he wasn't about to throw away his chances.

Kol knew that, and exploited it mercilessly.

"So, love, have I mentioned how ravishing you look in that dress?" Kol grinned, his gaze slowly moving down your body, burning a path in his wake.

You looked down at your outfit, smoothing the silk against your thighs.

"Thank you, Kol," you replied politely. You could tell that Klaus was silently fuming, his hand tightening on the silverware.

"What's the matter, Nik? You look like someone spit in your drink." Kol remarked, leaning back in his chair.

Klaus shot him a warning glance.

"I don't recall sending you an invitation to this dinner, little brother," Klaus replied coldly, his eyes darkening.

Kol gave a laugh. "If that's the case, why was there a third place setting?"

You could almost feel the way Klaus's blood was boiling, his anger threatening to burst out of him at any moment. But he took a deep breath, glancing at you before answering.

"Because, you compelled the staff to lay it out for you," Klaus said between gritted teeth.

“Details,” Kol replied with a shrug, his gaze flicking back to you. “But really, Nik, aren’t you glad I came? It would be such a shame to leave her here all alone with you. She deserves a bit of excitement.”

You looked from one brother to the other, sensing the growing tension in the room. You could almost feel Klaus's urge to throttle his younger brother, and Kol's gleeful anticipation.

Part of you wanted to laugh at their childish squabble, but the intensity in their eyes told you this wasn’t a game. Kol’s flirtation and Klaus’s brooding anger tugged at something primal within you, and you couldn't deny how much you liked it.

It was a strange dynamic, to say the least. You had a feeling they’d been fighting over women for centuries, and tonight, you were just the latest battle.

But who said you couldn't enjoy it a little bit?

"As much as I appreciate the compliment, Kol, I must say that your behavior is somewhat inappropriate. I'm here on a date with Klaus," you said, smiling sweetly.

Kol smirked, leaning forward as if your words were an invitation rather than a reprimand. “A date with Nik? How quaint. Did he ever tell you how his dates usually end up? With their throat ripped out. Or at the bottom of the ocean. Sometimes both, depending on his mood."

"You're a fine one to talk," Klaus growled, gripping the edge of the table. "We both know you’re the last person who should be commenting on relationships. You’ve left more broken hearts and bodies in your wake than I care to count.”

Kol laughed, the sound light and cutting. “And you haven’t? Please. Should we bring up poor Aurora or Camille? Or are we skipping over that delightful tragedy tonight?”

The mention of her name sent a flicker of pain across Klaus’s face, quickly replaced by simmering anger. “Say another word, and I’ll tear that smug grin off your face.”

Kol leaned forward, his voice dropping into a taunting whisper. “Go ahead, Nik. Show her exactly how much of a monster you really are.”

You cleared your throat, cutting through the escalating tension. Both brothers froze, their gazes snapping to you, as though suddenly remembering you were still there.

“Boys,” you said, your voice calm but laced with amusement, “as much as I’m enjoying this little exchange, it seems a bit counterproductive, don’t you think? After all, you both claim to be interested in me, yet here you are, bickering like children over a toy."

Kol smirked. "Are you suggesting we share?"

Klaus let out a growl, and you held up a hand, cutting him off.

"Now, I can leave, or we can try and have a civilized conversation. But I suggest we stop acting like fools and start behaving like the centuries-old vampires that we are," you said, your words were firm, but the hint of a smile on your lips betrayed the playful tone behind them.

There was a pause as the two brothers stared at you, considering your words.

"What sort of civilized conversation did you have in mind, love?" Klaus asked, his tone dripping with innuendo.

"We are all adults here, let's speak plainly about what we want," you replied, shifting in your seat as you met their piercing gazes.

Kol smirked, his eyes lingering on your breasts a little too long. "I'd like to take that pretty dress off you with my teeth and make you scream so loud the neighbors can hear it."

You chuckled and took a sip of your wine, feeling the flush spread across your cheeks. "That's one idea. Any others?"

Klaus's voice was a low growl, the threat of violence hanging in the air. "I'd like to show you how a real man would please you, make you forget all about this foolish boy at the other end of the table,"

You raised an eyebrow, the corners of your mouth turning up. "A real man. Hmmm. Are you saying I should go ask Elijah to keep me company?"

Klaus and Kol both shot you an offended look.

"Elijah?!" They said in unison, nothing brought them together faster than a chance to insult their elder brother.

You chuckled, reveling in their outrage.

"What?" You smiled coyly. "He's always so well-mannered…"

Klaus let out a frustrated noise. "Now you are just being cruel."

You couldn't help but laugh. The entire situation was ridiculous, and yet somehow it was working.

"I suppose you both have your merits," you said, trailing your fingers along the table. "But I don't see why I should choose between you two… when we could all have a little fun together,"

The brothers glanced at each other, the tension rising between them. They had gleefully walked right into your trap.

Kol recovered first, a cocky grin spreading across his face. "Oh, so that's what you want? You are such a greedy little thing."

"Perhaps," you mused, tilting your head to the side. "But don't tell me the thought doesn't excite you."

You could see the flash of heat in their eyes, the way their gazes trailed over you hungrily.

Kol smirked, a challenging glint in his eyes. "I'm game if Nik is."

Klaus was quiet, observing the two of you with calculating eyes. Trying to figure out how he could still manage to come out on top.

You could practically hear the gears turning in his mind, searching for some angle.

You weren't about to let him ruin the moment, so you rose from your seat, letting your hair fall loosely over your back. Their gazes followed you as you turned towards the door, looking back at them over your shoulder.

"Well, gentlemen, I'll be waiting upstairs. See who can make it to me first," you said with a smirk, before walking out of the room.

The moment the door closed behind you, you could hear a scuffle, furniture being overturned, as the two of them fought for the upper hand.

You laughed to yourself, heading up the stairs, your steps quick and light. This was going to be fun.

When you entered Klaus' room, the window was open, the cool night air flowing through the curtains. The soft light from the candles cast a warm glow over the bed.

You ran a finger over the sheets, feeling the smooth silk against your skin. A wicked smile tugged at your lips, as you slipped off your heels, leaving them by the foot of the bed.

This was a game, and the rules were simple. Make them work for it.

A crash, followed by Kol’s laughter, echoed through the hall. You smiled to yourself, enjoying the chaos you’d left behind.

The door burst open, slamming against the wall. You spun around, feigning surprise, as Klaus stalked into the room. His shirt was torn, blood smeared across his chest, and his eyes burned with feral intensity.

“I see you won the race,” you said, your voice teasing as your eyes roamed over him.

Klaus closed the distance between you in a heartbeat, his hands gripping your waist, pulling you close. He scooped you up and tossed you over his shoulder like a caveman, before turning and carrying you out of the room.

Kol was yelling something from the end of the hall, but you couldn't make out his words. Klaus didn't even look at him, his gaze fixed on his destination.

"Where are we going?" You asked with a laugh as he carried you down the hallway.

"Somewhere Kol can't bother us," he replied, his tone dark.

You giggled as he began to vamp speed, the walls and furniture blurring around you. He carried you up several flights of stairs, past rooms filled with art and books, until he reached a spare bedroom on the uppermost floor.

It was a simple room, the bed neatly made, with a small table and chairs set by the window. It was clear that no one had been in here for quite some time.

You could hear Kol's muffled curses, as he tried to track you down.

"Don't worry, love, I've locked the doors. He'll have to find his own entertainment tonight," Klaus said, his voice rough with desire.

He dropped you onto the bed, climbing on top of you, his eyes blazing. He captured your lips in a hungry kiss, his hands on your waist, pulling your body flush against his own.

His mouth moved down your neck, biting and sucking at your skin, as his hands moved lower, pulling the hem of your dress up.

His touch was possessive, claiming, and you loved it.

A loud crack and a shout rang through the house, as the lock on the door snapped, Kol finally managed to find you.

"Really, Nik, I thought we agreed on sharing," Kol huffed, standing in the doorway, arms crossed, his clothing torn and dirty from the fight.

Klaus didn't bother looking up, his lips trailing lower, finding the exposed skin above your breast.

"We never agreed to anything. The rules are what I say they are," Klaus replied, his voice low and dangerous.

"Both of you stop," you sighed, pushing Klaus back.

He pulled away reluctantly, his eyes burning with desire, but he knew better than to argue. You reached out for Kol, gesturing him to join you on the bed.

"You boys want me? Prove it," you purred, a smile tugging at your lips.

Klaus and Kol looked at each other, both realizing at the same time that they had the same idea.

In a blur of movement, they were on you, their hands tearing at your clothes. Klaus gripped the fabric of your dress, ripping it clean off, the shreds falling to the floor.

"That was expensive," you protested, a playful pout on your lips.

"I'll buy you a new one," he replied, his lips capturing yours, his hands gripping your waist, pulling you up into a sitting position. “So many new ones,”

Kol knelt behind you, his fingers tracing along the curve of your neck, the soft skin of your back. He tugged on the clasp of your bra, unhooking it, and letting the fabric fall away.

Klaus' eyes darkened as he got a full view of your bare chest, the soft, round globes of flesh, the rosy peaks begging to be touched. He lowered his mouth, sucking one nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the hard bud.

You moaned, your hands tangling in his curls, pressing his face closer. His mouth was hot and wet, sending jolts of pleasure through your body.

Kol's hands moved to your hips, pulling you back against him. Klaus let out an irritated growl as his lips were pulled from your skin.

"Don't get greedy, brother," Kol said, his tone teasing. "I think you owe me a chance at this beautiful girl."

Klaus shot him an annoyed look, his hands sliding up your thighs, his fingers teasing over the lace of your panties. You could feel the tension between them, the raw desire threatening to spill over into violence at any moment. Being caught between them felt like being stuck in the middle of a thunderstorm, and you relished the danger of it.

It was overwhelming, the feel of their mouths on you, the way they fought for control. You weren't sure who to give in to first, their hands and mouths bringing you to new heights of pleasure.

Klaus slid your panties off, tossing them to the side before grabbing your hips and pulling you towards him, spreading your legs apart. His lips trailed down your stomach, pausing at the sensitive spot just above your sex.

His eyes met yours as he lowered his head, running his tongue slowly along your slit, before finding your clit. You gasped, your hands tangling in his hair, holding him close. The sensation of his mouth on you was electric, and you could feel your climax building.

Kol watched with hungry eyes, his hand stroking himself through his pants. He could see how close you were, the way your hips moved up to meet Klaus's face.

Kol placed his hand under your chin, tilting your head back towards his. He captured your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth, showing you how he would do it if he was the one between your thighs.

Klaus looked up at the two of you, feeling a surge of jealousy. He redoubled his efforts, his tongue moving faster, drawing out your pleasure. He wanted you to fall apart on his lips, to know that it was him who made you scream.

Your breath came in short gasps, your body trembling as your orgasm built. You could feel the heat coiling in your belly, the delicious tension growing stronger with every flick of Klaus's tongue.

"So sensitive," Kol whispered, his breath hot against your ear. "I enjoy the way you respond to us. I wonder how many times we can make you come tonight."

He gave your nipple a pinch, making you gasp, his eyes dark with lust, watching as you began to lose control. His hand gripped your hair, holding your mouth against his, as you moaned into his kiss.

Your finger tugged on Klaus' hair, your thighs tightening around his head. He held you down as you came undone, your back arching, your cries muffled against Kol's lips.

He didn't stop, his tongue moving relentlessly as you writhed under him, the pleasure almost too much to bear. Your hips jerked up, trying to get away, but he pinned you down, forcing you to ride it out.

Kol pulled back from the kiss, a satisfied smirk on his lips. His gaze shifted downwards, taking in the sight of his brother buried between your thighs, your body shaking with pleasure.

"Nik, don't be selfish. Let me have a taste," Kol said, his tone teasing.

Klaus finally pulled back, his mouth and chin glistening with your wetness. He shot Kol a quick look of annoyance, before moving to gently kiss along your inner thigh.

You smiled, letting out a happy sigh as you sat up, pulling away from them, letting them admire your naked form. They looked at you with hunger in their eyes, their gazes trailing over your curves.

"You are both far too dressed for this," you said, teasing them.

Klaus and Kol exchanged a glance, before flashing to undress in the blink of an eye. You looked at their bare chests, the smooth muscles and ridges of their abs. They were so different from each other, and yet the same in so many ways.

They stood there, with the same look in their eyes, a wild hunger, a feral need to claim and possess. It made your heart race, knowing that they both wanted you so desperately.

You giggled, kneeling on the bed and reveling in their desire. "Much better."

"Come here," Klaus said, his voice low and commanding.

You shook your head, smiling coyly. "No. I want you both to come to me."

Klaus's eyes flashed, his gaze darkening with lust. He reached out to grab you, but you slipped away, moving back onto the bed.

Kol let out a low chuckle, watching his brother's frustration. "She's a tease, isn't she? But worth the chase."

Your eyes flashed with mischief as you beckoned them closer, watching as they both started to crawl onto the bed.

The moment their knees touched the mattress you quickly got to your feet and bolted, running across the room. You heard them cursing behind you as they gave chase, more crashing sounds of furniture and objects being knocked over.

A pair of hands grabbed you by the waist, lifting you off your feet. You let out a squeal of surprise and delight as Kol turned you around and pressed you into the wall, his body pinning yours.

He grinned, his face inches from yours, his hand moving up to cup your breast. You could feel his cock pressing against your thigh, and you wanted nothing more than to feel him inside you.

"I've got you now," he whispered, his voice rough with desire.

You bit your lip, letting out a soft moan as he rolled his hips, grinding against you.

You reached down, wrapping your fingers around Kol's length, feeling him grow even harder in your hand. He let out a groan, his hips bucking against your touch.

"Greedy little thing," he muttered, his eyes fluttering closed.

You smirked, stroking him slowly, enjoying the way he shuddered against you.

"You like this," you teased, echoing his earlier words.

Kol let out a growl, his hand gripping your thighs, wrapping them around his waist. He pinned you against the wall with his hips, his cock brushing against your entrance. You moaned, he was so close to where you wanted him, his heat making your body ache with need.

"Please," you breathed, arching your back, desperate for more.

He looked down at you, his dark eyes filled with a wicked hunger as he eased his cock inside you. You let out a gasp, feeling him stretch you open, filling you completely.

Kol began to move, his hips rocking slowly, savoring the feel of your tight warmth around him. He leaned in, capturing your lips in a heated kiss.

He pulled you away from the wall as you clung to him, your legs wrapped around his waist as he carried you back to the bedroom, lifting you up and down as he went. He felt amazing inside you, his cock hitting all the right spots, making you moan and whimper into his kiss.

The moment you were returned to the bedroom you felt Klaus behind you, his warm hands trailing down your spine, his hard length pressing against your backside. He leaned in, nipping at your earlobe, his breath hot on your neck.

It was intoxicating, being caught between them, their bodies pressed against yours. The way they touched you, the way they moved together, it was enough to drive you mad.

You pulled away from Kol's lips, gasping for air. "Fuck... I need..."

Klaus chuckled, his hand slowly moving down your spine. "What do you need, love? Tell us."

His fingers slid between your ass cheeks, finding the tight ring of muscle. You moaned, arching your back, feeling the tip of his finger pressing against you.

Klaus smirked, his eyes meeting Kol's over your shoulder. "I think she wants this."

Kol let out a low laugh, the rhythm of his hips slow and steady, not quite letting you reach the edge. "That can be arranged."

You gasped, feeling Klaus' finger push inside, the sensation sending sparks of pleasure through your body. You hadn't been expecting it, but it felt good, the way he worked you open.

Klaus' finger slid deeper, his other hand grabbing your hair, pulling your head back. "You like that, don't you?"

You nodded, unable to form words, your mind overwhelmed by the pleasure.

Klaus chuckled, his lips brushing against your neck. "You are such a naughty girl. I believe you have done this before, haven't you?"

"Yes," you breathed, your hips moving against them, desperate for more.

Kol groaned, his cock twitching inside you. "Fuck... I didn't think you could be any more perfect, but here you are."

"Mmm," Klaus hummed in agreement, his fingers moving in and out of you, his lips trailing along your jaw. "She's exquisite."

You let out a gasp as you felt the blunt tip of his cock press against your ass. He was gentle, easing his way inside, taking his time to make sure you were ready.

Kol's eyes were dark with lust, his lips parted as he watched Klaus take you. He held you tighter, his hands gripping your hips, as he increased his pace.

You moaned, feeling yourself stretched around their cocks, the pressure building inside you. It was too much, too intense, and yet you never wanted it to stop.

You dug your nails into Kol's shoulders, your breath coming in short gasps as they began to move in sync, holding you between them. They set a punishing pace, their movements rough and animalistic. Your moans became louder, echoing off the walls, as they used your body for their own pleasure.

Your head fell back against Klaus' shoulder, your eyes closing as you gave yourself over to them completely. You could feel the heat coiling in your belly, your orgasm building with every thrust.

"Don't stop," you pleaded, your voice barely above a whisper.

Klaus chuckled, his lips trailing along your neck, his hands roaming over your body. "Never."

They both began to kiss along your neck, their tongues running along your veins, your blood pumping fast and steady beneath your skin. You knew what they wanted, it was what all vampires wanted, and you wanted to give it to them.

"Drink from me," you breathed, your voice thick with desire. "Please."

They didn't need to be asked twice, their fangs sinking into your flesh. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through your body, the pain mixing with the overwhelming pleasure of being filled by them both.

It was too much, the connection between you growing stronger with each drop of your blood that they took. Your mind was flooded with their desire, their need for you. You could feel their hunger, their lust, and it was intoxicating, blissful, mind blowing.

The world fell away as you reached your peak, your body shuddering as your orgasm ripped through you. You moaned, burying your face in Kol’s chest, the sound only making them fuck you harder.

Your body tensed, your legs shaking, as you rode out your high. You felt Kol come first, his cock twitching inside you, his release filling you with warmth.

Klaus wasn't far behind, his fangs still buried in your neck as he spilled inside you, his hips jerking against your behind.

Your head was spinning, your body limp in their embrace. Klaus pulled his fangs from your neck, his tongue lapping up the last few drops of your blood.

“My sweet girl,” he whispered, pressing soft kisses along your jaw. “So good for us.”

Klaus carefully eased out of you, letting Kol carry your trembling form over to the bed. He laid you down gently, his touch tender as he brushed the hair from your face.

Your body felt heavy, your limbs like lead, as you tried to catch your breath. It was an effort just to keep your eyes open, your eyelids fluttering closed.

Kol chuckled softly, leaning in to kiss your forehead. “You’re incredible, darling. Utterly exquisite.”

“Damn, I love when you two cooperate,” you said with a giggle, your voice still breathless but laced with amusement.

Kol laughed, settling beside you, his arm draped over your waist. “We aim to please,” he replied, the grin in his voice unmistakable.

Klaus joined you on the bed, pulling the blanket up to cover your naked form. He wrapped an arm around you, his other hand brushing against your hair in slow, soothing strokes.

“Do you often have two men in your bed?” Klaus asked, his tone light but teasing, a small smile playing on his lips.

You smiled, your eyes still closed. “Sometimes,” you replied, the hint of mischief in your voice unmistakable. “But they usually aren’t as resilient as you two. Mortals can be so fragile.”

Kol laughed, shaking his head. “Then it seems we’ve ruined you for anyone else.”

You chuckled, the sound soft and satisfied. “Maybe so.”

Klaus chuckled softly, his lips brushing against your temple. “Rest now, love. You’ll need your strength for later.”

Your eyes fluttered open at that, a grin tugging at your lips. “Are you hoping for round two? Because I need very little rest.”

Kol raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. “Oh, do you now?”

They both chuckled, exchanging a glance that made your heart race, the heat between you all still simmering. Before you could react, they pounced, their bodies pressing against yours as you let out a delighted squeal.

As their hands roamed over your skin, you felt a warmth deeper than just the physical. The possessiveness in Klaus’s gaze and the playful hunger in Kol’s touch made it clear: you weren’t just a passing fancy to them. You were theirs, and they were yours.

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Mydei x Reader

Imagine you and Mydei married at a young age cause "arrange marriage/marriage of convenience"(just because ✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧)

Both of you come to an agreement that once you two are married, you'll make it a marriage of inconvenience, the two of you will make it everyone's problems

The two of you grow close as time went on, when he left Kremnos you follow along side

Mydei know that you and him made a vow with each other that no romantic feeling will ever be involved, and the only goal in accepting the marriage is to make it problematic to the adults who force you two

The only reason why the marriage still remains is to deter unwanted people from making unwanted advance

But Mydei just couldn't help it, even when the relationship was forced by the adults and soon later turn into a game for the two of you, the way you worry and care for him, the patient you show for him, the way you never once saw him in a bad light

You might see your relationship as something as friendship, but Mydei, he starting to see it as an actual marriage but to make it so the feelings must be mutual

Well, Mydei doesn't mind to start to court you with the whole intention to turn this long gimmick into something legit

And he is for sure won't give up easily even if you reject him

You have his whole heart wrap by your hands and he is sure to show you how much he grew to care for you more than what is expected

#hsr x reader #mydei x reader #hsr mydei x reader #honkai star rail x reader #mydei #hsr mydei #honkai star rail mydei

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austinbutlerslovers · 3 months ago

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The Red Dress

Label Mature 18+

Summary You are acting as Austin’s romantic female lead in his latest film, however there’s just one problem…-he isn’t acting and he wants to make the relationship a reality.

❤️‍🔥Passionate Smut❤️‍🔥 Shy Austin • teasing •flirting • unwanted advances •romance denial • Austin simping + slight stalking • sleeping with a costar • BJ• cum eating •dirty talk • nipple play • fingering • orgasms • protection

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The Red Dress

For weeks, you and Austin had shared long days and late nights on set, working through scenes and running lines. You were the love interest in his latest film, and from the first day, it was clear he had a crush on you.

It was in the way he lingered when he spoke to you, his eyes lighting up whenever you entered a room, the subtle touches on your arm as he spoke to you that felt like his way of claiming just a little more each time.

But he wasn’t your type. Austin was used to bubbly, adoring girls who hung on his every word. You were professional, confident, and had little patience for playing into his charms.

Every advance he made, you played off with a practiced ease, the kind that kept him guessing—and somehow that made him want you even more.

Tonight is no different as you stand before the bulb-lit mirror, carefully slipping into the red dress for the next scene. You and Austin are set to film your first kiss, and you’re well aware of just how eager he is to perform, even if it’s only in character.

So when you hear a faint knock on your trailer door, you already know exactly who it is.

Smiling slightly, you call out, “Come in,” and sure enough, Austin steps inside, his eyes fixated on his script until he glances up, his gaze landing on you just as you are pulling the red dress over your hips.

You are curvaceous in all the right places and the fullness of your chest subtly bounces in your bra as you adjust the straps.

For a moment, Austin is stunned, his eyes widening as he takes in the way the fabric hugs your every curves, framing your body in a way that leaves little to the imagination.

His gaze lingers, more than what is modest, trailing over you with an intensity that makes the room feel suddenly warmer.

You can see the struggle in his expression as he forces himself to look back down, pretending to be fascinated by his script once again.

“Is there something you needed, Austin?” you ask your voice light, with a subtle hint of amusement.

He clears his throat, gripping the edges of his script. “Uh, yeah…I just wanted to, um, run the scene with you before we—perform.” His voice is slightly breathless, betraying just how affected he is by the sight of you.

You give him a slight, teasing smile, peeking over your shoulder, as you reach behind your back. “Well then, before we start… could you zip me up?,” you ask, holding his gaze, watching the way his expression shifts from surprise to the arousal he can barely contain.

He steps forward placing his script on the vanity table, his hand moving to your zipper. His fingers brush over your skin, warm and slightly shaky, then you feel him pull the zipper all the way up, his hand lingering before he lets go.

His eyes meet yours in the mirror, and for a moment, it looks as if he’s about to say something—something unguarded, something real. But he holds back, his lips parting just slightly before he catches himself.

You turn to face him, leaning casually against the vanity, taking in the sight of him.

Dressed for the scene, he looks extremely handsome. His cheeks are tinged pink, his eyes eager yet uncertain and there’s hint of a desperation there that he’s trying to hide, but it only makes him more endearing.

Without a word, you reach over and take his script from the vanity, slipping easily into character, your gaze lingering on him as you step closer, letting your fingers trail along the edge of his sleeve.

“I just… I can’t stop thinking about what could’ve happened,” you say in character your voice filled with longing “If you weren’t there…” you say trailing your hand on his arm.

Austin’s eyes widen, caught up in the moment, but then he blinks, his mouth opening and closing. He’s forgotten his line—a rarity that makes you giggle, breaking character with a sparkle of amusement.

“What’s so funny?” he asks, his expression softening with a flicker of self-doubt, a small falter in his pride that you find unexpectedly charming.

With a smile you lean in, placing your hand on his chest as you read from the script. “It’s —‘l’ll always be there for you’”

The line brings an intensity to his eyes as his expression shifts. He straightens, his jaw set as he steps forward, closing the distance between you in a way that’s far more direct than you anticipated.

“I’ll always be there for you,” he says softly and his hand slides to your waist, pulling you in.

He kisses you deeply, the kind of kiss that leaves you breathless, lingering in a shared space as he finally pulls back, just inches from your lips.

“How was that?” he asks, his voice soft, his eyes searching yours, his face so close you can feel his breaths.

Your lips are still parted, your hand resting lightly against his chest, caught somewhere between surprise and a flustered blush.

As he leans in to kiss you again, you press your hand firmly against him with just enough pressure to make him look down, keeping him at bay.

“Save it for the scene,” you whisper, and quickly step past him, feeling his gaze trailing after you as you make your way to set.

There’s a quiet energy as you arrive to film the scene, the usual routine already in motion. The director stands near the monitor, giving instructions to the crew as the camera sits ready on its track.

Austin takes a deep breath and stands on his marker as dozens of people move around him. He clears his throat as he glances at the bright lights overhead, the camera crew adjusting their angles, as the sound guy holds a boom mic steady over your heads.

Make up artists dart between you both, brushing up his hair and touching up your lipstick with quick, practiced strokes.

It’s all the routine organized chaos of a film.

The space grows quiet as final checks are made. “Quiet on set!” someone calls, and the director nods, signaling the start.

The slate claps and when the director finally yells, “Action!” everything falls silent.

You and Austin both deliver your lines with a practiced ease, the moment building, tension mounting until it’s time for the kiss.

“I just can’t stop thinking about what could’ve happened,” you say, your voice filled with desperation as your fingers trail lightly along his wrist. “If you weren’t there for me…” you say with unmistakable conviction.

The air grows heavy, and the crew seems to hold their collective breath, waiting as everyone looks to Austin, the pause stretching, the anticipation undeniable.

For a moment, you almost think he won’t say it, the weight of the scene bearing down on him.

Then, his voice breaks through, soft and unsteady, but filled with something real. “I’ll always be there for you.” He says, his delivery is so quiet, so tender, that you’re not even sure of the mic catches it.

But his focus is entirely on you, his gaze locked on yours as the words linger in the space between you.

Then his lips find yours with a kiss that’s entirely more than what was rehearsed. He’s passionate and intense, his lips brushing against yours as if you’re the only thing that matters to him.

Your resolve slips as the moment consumes you, his kiss is breathtaking, overwhelming in a way that you weren’t expecting.

Your hands move instinctively, finding his face, your fingertips brushing along the sharp line of his jaw as he pulls you flush against him.

Austin is hard—the thought stuns you, his cock pressing against you unrestrained as he pours everything into his kiss as though words would never be enough.

The sound of the set fades away, the weight of his presence anchoring you in a moment that feels far too real.

“Cut!” the director yells, but Austin doesn’t stop, his lips linger, his hands holding you as though he can’t pull away. It isn’t until you gently press against his chest that he finally lets go, his breaths ragged as whispers from the crew spread through the set.

But Austin doesn’t seem to care. His gaze stays on you, his lips slightly parted, looking as though he’s ready to dive back in.

The director reviews the footage, studying the monitor with a critical eye as you both wait, tension still hanging between you.

Then the director leans back and smiles. “We got it,”and the crew erupts into applause.

The kiss scene is the final shot of the day, and after the applause fades, you’re quickly ushered away from Austin back to your trailer to remove your dress.

Once back in your own clothing you are guided to your car by a staff member and driven back to the hotel where the rest of the cast is staying.

The drive is quiet, but your thoughts are entirely on the intensity of the scene still replaying in your mind

The realization creeps in, unhidden and undeniable—Austin was hard. The thought replays again and again, and your pulse quickens as you shift in your seat, your gaze flicking toward the dark window, trying to push it aside.

But you can’t. It’s not just the physicality of it—it’s what it meant, the way he seemed completely lost in the moment, as if the line between acting and reality had vanished entirely. You realize that for Austin, it wasn’t just a scene he wants the real thing.

You arrive back to the hotel at the same time as the rest of the cast, their lively chatter filling the lobby. But the moment your eyes meet Austin’s, everything else fades. His gaze locks on you and his need is clearly written across his face.

Without a word, you turn and head toward the elevator. You can feel his eyes following your every move, the tension between you hanging in the air, as though the decision has already been made.

He doesn’t follow you in, and for a moment, you think he will let the tension simmer between you. But as you walk in silence down the hallway toward your room, you hear the elevator chime behind you.

Glancing over your shoulder, you see it’s Austin, though somehow, you already knew. The unspoken tension between you building until neither of you can ignore it.

As much as you try to resist, to keep your composure, the heat in his eyes makes it impossible to deny the way your body responds, the way your resolve begins to waver.

When you reach your door, you pull out your keycard, wondering if he will head to his own room.

But he doesn’t.

Instead, he hesitates, standing just behind you.

You glance at him over your shoulder, noticing the way his jaw tightens as if he’s trying to summon the courage to speak.

For a moment, you think he might say something, but when the words don’t come, you grin, beeping your key card and entering your room as the door begins to close behind you.

Before it can, his hand shoots out, stopping the door in its tracks and he follows you inside. Before you can say a word, he pins you against the entry wall, the soft click of the door closing echoing through the room.

He’s panting now, his chest heaving as he presses against you, his hands firm on your wrists.

His grip tightens slightly, his gaze flickering as if he’s searching for the right thing to say. “I…don’t ” he starts, his voice rough, barely above a whisper as he regains control . “I don’t know why we do this to each other” he breathes his voice low and rough, the words carrying all the restraint he’s clearly been holding back.

“Do what?” you tease, leaning your head slightly, your eyes locked onto his, unwavering and steady as you silently dare him to make a move.

His breath stutters, but then his resolve seems to harden as he looks at you.

“This,” he says, closing the distance in an instant his lips crashing against yours in a kiss that’s filled with his frustration and need.

The intensity of his kiss pulls you in, igniting something you’ve tried to ignore. Slowly, your lips begin to move with his, matching his urgency, the heat between you building with every second.

His hands release your wrists, sliding down to your waist, his fingers digging into your hips as he pulls you close and he’s hard all over again.

His touch is firm, roaming over every curve of your body like he’s trying to memorize every detail, as if this might be his only chance to have you like this.

He pulls back from the kiss, his breath ragged as his eyes drop, taking in the sight of you. His hands move up, cupping your full chest, his thumbs brushing your nipples through the fabric. “ fuck “ he pants his brows knitting.

“You want me, that much Austin?” you tease, your hands sliding down the length of his hard cock and the way he his hips jerk from surprise, makes you laugh softly, a knowing sound that only fuels his eagerness.

“Yes,”he breathes, his voice tight with barely restrained need and your eyes trail downward, catching sight of his impressive size straining hard and ready against his pants.

“It’s so big Austin,” you praise your tone filled with amusement as your fingertips brush along the shaft, making him harder.

“I’m sure you must get your way all the time,” you grin, teasing him as your fingers trail lower, pressing your palm against him, feeling the weight of his cock in your hand.

“But not this time,” you say intrigued, your tone turning darker as his breath stutters, his body tensing beneath your touch. His hips shift slightly seeking more as if he can’t stop himself, then his eyes look up to yours when you don’t give him what he wants—and it only fuels your resolve.

“I want to make you beg for it,” you decide, your tone firm as your finger tip traces a slow delicate circle on his cock head.

His adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, and the wide desperate look in his eyes tells you everything you need to know.

“Okay” he readily nods and at this point you know he would agree to just about anything.

You take your time, bringing your hands up and unbuttoning his shirt with excruciating slowness, each button revealing another inch of his perfectly toned body.

Your fingertips graze his skin as the fabric parts, sending shivers down his spine, as the shirt falls to the floor, leaving him exposed, eagerly awaiting your next move.

He’s already a mess, practically shaking, his eyes glued to you with a desperate kind of worship. “Please,” he whispers, his voice barely a rasp, and you grin, savoring his need.

“Begging already, Austin?” you tease, your tone laced with heat. “I haven’t even started with you yet.”you reveal as you undress slowly, letting the fabric of your dress slip away to reveal your silhouette.

Your curves flow effortlessly, your full, breasts mesmerizing him as he admires every inch of you of your body as if he’s witnessing something rare, something he’s always wanted but thought he could never have.

“You’re going to ruin me,” he says under his breath, his voice low and uneven as he takes in the sight of you.

Your lips quirk into a smile as you answer,“ I know” laced with desire.

His hands slide around your waist, his fingers digging into your hips as he pulls you closer his lips crashing against yours in a passionate kiss. His hands roam every curve of your body as if he’s trying to memorize each detail, to have every inch of you imprinted in his mind, squeezing your breasts with an intensity that draws a soft gasp from your lips, and you pull back slightly, meeting his gaze.

The wild anticipation in his eyes is unmistakable, but you slyly smile not ready to give him exactly what he wants yet.

“How badly do you want me, Austin?” you ask, your voice soft and teasing as your fingers slip through his hair, tugging him down gently to your breasts. The movement draws a shudder from him as his lips brush over them in reverence.

“More than anything,” he whispers against your skin, his voice trembling, with desperation and need as he begins to suck your nipple into his mouth.

You smile softly, your fingers gently pulling his hair back to make him look you in the his eyes. “Then let me give you everything,” you say, your voice heavy with promise.

His body tenses, every muscle in his abs drawn tight as you slowly lower yourself before him. He presses his palms against the wall for balance barely able to contain himself as he watches you settle on your knees.

Slowly, your fingers move to his zipper, drawing it down with a deliberate slowness that heightens his anticipation. When you pull him out every inch of his thick cock is throbbing with an undeniable need.

You look up at him and smile as you finally to take his cock into your mouth and his lips part as a symphony of raw, unrestrained sounds spill from him.

With his eyes locked on yours, his body trembles, his hips barely able to hold still as you suck him with a skilled, taunting rhythm, dragging him to the edge and back, drawing out his pleasure until he’s whimpering, panting, his voice barely more than a plea as he tries to beg.

His moans are desperate, but you keep sucking him until he’s trembling, twitching, writhing, pleading, “Please let me fuck you,” he begs breathlessly, his voice breaking with need, and you finally relent.

You pull back just enough to meet his eyes, the heat between you undeniable. Before you can say anything, his voice breaks through, raw and unsteady.

“Don’t move.” He says as he kneels and retrieves a condom from his pocket. You grin seeing he’s prepared, revealing his true intentions all along. You watch as he rolls the condom on his heavy cock with steady hands.

Without hesitation, he pulls you toward him, his need undeniable as he leads you to the center of the room and pushes you down onto the softness of the bed.

You laugh at how eager he is as you prop yourself up on your elbows and as you meet his gaze the heat in his eyes is unmistakable.

“Come Austin,” you tease, your voice inviting as you pat the bed.

He doesn’t hesitate as he climbs on top of you, his weight dipping the mattress as his hands find your hips, pinning you beneath him, his gaze locking on yours for just a moment before he lowers himself.

His mouth finds your breasts with an almost desperate hunger, his lips brushing against your skin before his wet tongue flicks over the sensitive peaks, sending jolts of pleasure through you as your fingers thread through his hair keeping him close. “You’re doing so good, Austin. Just like that.” You encourage him.

Your words spur him on as he squeezes them in his hands, his warm breath ghosting over your skin in between each kiss and lick, his attention entirely focused on you. As he sucks your nipple into his mouth, the heat and pressure draw a soft gasp from your lips, the sensation shooting straight through you.

The intensity of his focus, as he lavishes you without hesitation leaves you aching and breathless, his mouth moves hungrily over each breast, his tongue flicking and swirling over your sensitive peaks, as your nails lightly graze his shoulders.

He pauses just long enough to let his breath skim your nipple before he takes it into his mouth again, sucking harder this time, sending a shudder down your spine.

The wet, obscene sound of his lips and tongue against your skin only heightens your need, each suck drawing soft gasps and moans from you. “You’re making me feel so good, Austin,” you say, your voice trembling slightly.

He groans against your skin, his mouth never leaving your breast as his hand moves lower, slipping between your thighs finding your clit, already swollen and slick from arousal.

He firmly presses it before his fingers slide into you effortlessly the obscene squelch of his quick thrusts makes your cheeks flush as your body arches into him.

“You’re so wet for me,” he says against your breast, his voice rough and heavy with desire, the words vibrating against your sensitive skin.

“I want more… Austin don’t stop” you whisper, your tone breathy and encouraging.

Without hesitation, he pulls your tender nipple back into his mouth, his tongue swirling and flicking as he sucks harder.

His fingers curl inside you with precision, as your moans spill out uncontrollably, blending with the wet, rhythmic sounds of his mouth and relentless pace of his fingers inside you.

Your thighs shudder as your body coils tight, every muscle trembling under the relentless build-up—the slick noise of his fingers plunging into you, the wet pull of his lips on your nipples and the unbearable tension in your core finally snaps.

Your orgasm rips through you, as your hands clutch at his shoulders, desperate for something to hold on to as the waves of pleasure crash over you.

As he finally releases you his touch softens, his fingers easing out of you while his mouth lingers for a moment longer, pressing gentle kisses against your heated skin.

He positions himself to enter you, his tip pushing in as he murmurs things that are almost incoherent, broken phrases laced with desire and disbelief as he glides his cock into you and begins to thrust.

“You feel so… you feel too good,” he gasps as his hands roam over your body like he can’t decide where to touch first, wanting to claim every inch of you.

“Don’t hold back,” you pant softly, your voice trembling with need. “I want all of you, Austin.”

Your gentle praises seem to unravel him as his hips begin moving in a desperate rhythm, each thrust more intense than the last, his body tight with the effort.

“That’s perfect,” you whisper, your fingers tracing over his shoulders, your voice laced with sweetness. “Just like that Austin … don’t stop.”

He groans, his voice rough and almost incoherent as he loses himself completely. “You—oh, fuck—how do you feel this good? I can’t… I can’t stop.”

His words tumble out, disconnected and wild, as his body grinds against yours, his grip tightening like he’s afraid to let go.

“You’re driving me crazy—” he groans, his voice raw and trembling with need.

You grab his jaw firmly, forcing him to meet your gaze, your eyes blazing with equal intensity. “Then lose your mind for me,” you pant, your voice light and commanding. “Show me how badly you want me.”

His hands grip your shoulders, anchoring himself as the tension within him surges to a breaking point. He thrusts into you with a force that makes your tits jiggle, the rhythm of his movements so consuming it feels like the air is being knocked out of you.

Your wrap your legs around his hips in a desperate attempt to ground yourself, but it’s futile. Every thrust pushes you closer to the edge as his hands tighten their grip, his ragged breaths hot against your skin as your name spills from his lips.

“Come for me,” he begs, his voice low and rough reverberating through you like a command your body can’t ignore. The tension peaks all at once, your orgasm crashing over you in waves so powerful it leaves you crying out, your nails digging into his shoulders as your body spasms beneath him.

He doesn’t slow, riding out every tremor, his hands sliding down to your waist, holding you steady as he pulls you to him again and again, prolonging the moment until you’re left utterly spent, gasping for air,trembling in his grasp.

His entire frame tightens, every muscle unyielding as a low, guttural sound escapes him, raw and unrestrained, and he surrenders to the overwhelming release.

A look of relief and ecstasy washes over his face as he comes, his expression almost vulnerable as he rides out the final waves of pleasure.

His breaths are still shuddering as he slowly pulls out and collapses beside you, his chest heaving as he stares at the ceiling.

He looks stunned, as if he still can’t believe what just happened. His lips part slightly, but no words come out, his expression a mix of disbelief and something softer—almost awe

Finally he turns his head toward you, his breath still uneven, his voice heavy with exhaustion. “Do you want to go with me to dinner?” he asks, his question startling in its simplicity after what just happened.

You can’t help but laugh as you sit up understanding he wants to date you and brush his hair back with a teasing smirk.

“Dinner?” you ask, sitting up and leaving him sprawled out in bed. “You haven’t even begun to figure me out yet.” you grin.

He watches you saunter toward the bathroom, his eyes trailing your every move. You pause at the doorway, glancing back over your shoulder. “Come along, Austin,” you say, your voice soft and inviting, “Let’s see if you can handle me again.”

His hesitation lasts only a second before he scrambles off the bed, his movements hurried and desperate as he follows you without a second thought.

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blathersthecat · 4 months ago

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Imagine Fiddleford and Ford being together and being all adorable and healthy then Bill sees this and wants so badly to be in on the relationship that he just without warning starts trying to be really romantic with them. But Fiddleford is completely creeped out by his advances while Ford is confused and thinks it's all platonic.

It's not at all what Bill wanted and it embarrasses him so much that he stops trying that and instead starts trying to tear down their relationship out of bitterness.

He has to get them to stop loving each other because seeing them together without him makes him feel unwanted and worthless. (he takes it extremely personally) It feels like they're mocking him. He can practically hear them laughing at his desperation to feel loved in his nightmares.

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buddierecs · 6 months ago

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fake dating buddie fics

all of these are general audience, teen and up or not rated (no smut) make sure to kudos/comment on these amazing works :)

i didn't know i was lonely 'til i saw your face by: hmslusitania "total strangers buck and eddie go to couple's therapy together to get out of the therapy requirements their captains have placed on them." word count: 10k important tags: idiots to lovers, different first meeting au, season 3 hoping it gets to you by: hammersmiths "buck gets invited to an ex’s wedding. eddie volunteers to come as his date." word count: 16k important tags: friends to fiancees, weddings if you said i do i would too by: giselleslash "eddie starts telling people buck’s his husband to get out of annoying flirting situations on calls. buck starts to like it a little too much" word count: 5.8k important tags: idiots in love, friends to fiances, fake marriage, soft!buddie arm candy by: princessfbi "a poker speculation fic" word count: 8.4k important tags: poker, undercover as a couple, protective!eddie diaz, mutual pining, emotional hurt/comfort, possessive!eddie diaz i woke up just in time, (now i wake up by your side) by: heartbeatdiaz "buck is in a coma, the nurses are being difficult and eddie pretends to be engaged to buck so they would let him see his friend." word count: 2.9k important tags: coma!buck, worried!eddie diaz, light angst, fluff, love confessions, first kiss right in front of your eyes by: rainbow_nerds "buck offers to fake-date eddie so pepa will stop setting him up on dates." word count: 15k important tags: friends to lovers, idiots in love, parenthood, soft!buddie, sharing a bed i'll be your family (when your times get hard) by: doctorninwandthreequarters "after eddie gets hurt on the job, he realizes he needs to sort some things out so christopher is always taken care of." word count: 22k important tags: slow burn, fluff, angst, soft!buddie, fake marriage, idiots in love the nearness of you by: allisonrw96 "buck and eddie go on a work trip" word count: 17k important tags: mutual pining, jealous!eddie diaz, insecure!buddie, idiots to lovers you could call me babe for christmas ('tis the damn season) by: prettyboybuckley "buck and eddie pretend to be dating as buck takes the diaz boys along to hershey. once there, things get a little out of hand, and buck comes to a realization..." word count: 30k important tags: idiots in love, christmas, sharing a bed, TW: homophobia, pining, fluff, angst, mistletoe won't you come to my arms tonight? by: diazbuckley buck and eddie are tired of unwanted advances from others, so they take matters into their own hands (like the idiots they are). word count: 3.8k important tags: fluff, idiots to lovers, pet names, getting together, protective!eddie diaz strike up band and make the fireflies dance by: bibbawrites "5 times buck and eddie kissed as best friends and 1 time they kissed as more" word count: 3.5k important tags: 5+1 things, accidental kissing, first kiss, mistletoe, new years eve don't wanna let you love somebody else but me by: fleetinghearts chris wants dating advice and it turns out taking your best friend on a pretend date to practice being as romantic as possible is not a good idea in theory or in practice, considering the pesky being-in-unrequited-love of it all word count: 14k important tags: fluff, getting together, idiots to lovers, chim's bachelor party spec, love confessions, making out

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yanderes-galore · 6 months ago

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May I ask for a Daemon Targaryen concept from A Song Of Ice And Fire?

Daemon is certainly... terrifying as a yandere, actually-

Yandere! Daemon Targaryen Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Flirtation/Implied unwanted advances, Possessive behavior, Controlling behavior, Violence, Murder, Blood, Threats, Isolation, Mature themes, Mentions of bedding, Toxic behavior, Forced marriage, Biting/Marking, Forced relationship.

Daemon is arrogant, a prince uncontrolled and demanding of approval.

He's known for seducing those that capture his interest.

Out of most of the ASOIAF yanderes, I assume Daemon is among the worst.

He's persistent, demanding, and controlling.

He wants power as much as he wants approval.

He has a twisted form of love towards those close to him and isn't afraid to do immoral acts to get what he wants.

Need I remind you Daemon had his original wife killed as he didn't like her?

I imagine Daemon would trail behind his obsession like a shadow if they caught his interest.

It's nearly impossible to get rid of him.

Plus, Daemon has one of the fiercest dragons at his disposal, Caraxes.

The Rogue Prince is described as charming yet dangerous.

He is quick to take offense and hates others wounding his ego.

Which means if you refuse him, he tries harder.

Daemon is used to people finding him attractive.

He could take anyone he wants to his bed.

Except you.

You refusing his interest... would no doubt wound him and his pride.

Daemon definitely likes what he can't have.

He's someone who has learned he has to fight for the attention he deserves.

In fact, it's canon he cherishes the approval of his brother Viserys.

He hates being neglected.

He hates being controlled.

I'd imagine Daemon's courting is not only persistent, but violent.

Daemon would fight in tourneys for you, find you gifts, anything to impress you.

Daemon originally saw seducing you as a challenge, yet another little conquest to add to his belt.

But over time I can see Daemon... crave your presence.

A way I think a yandere Daemon could start is certainly with someone who doesn't immediately give in to him.

At first he's obsessed with the challenge, but soon realizes he can't bring himself to stay away.

Daemon can't even distract himself with other partners.

Brothels don't have much appeal anymore, maids offering themselves to him just makes him irritated.

He wonders if he can't part from you due to his ego at first.

He can't admit that you won this little game of his.

In reality, he's obsessed with you.

He craves your praise, your attention, your approval.

He no longer wishes to seduce you and be done with it.

Now he feels he needs you... all of you.

It's not just about bedding or pleasure now...

He feels no one else can satisfy him but you.

By this point... he'll do anything for you.

Just so he can get that approval he craves, even if it harms his ego.

Daemon is known to quickly take to violence.

With you it's rare, thankfully.

To others? Well... it's certainly more common.

Daemon wouldn't want anyone else courting you once he has his eyes on you.

Daemon pays close attention to those around you.

Servants, knights, lords....

The moment he sees someone court you, he's quick to stop it.

He may simply step in the way, perhaps even threaten them in a low tone as he grips his sword.

I wouldn't put killing other suitors past him.

He may excuse it as a "duel gone wrong", even though the reason his sword is dripping blood is because he played unfair.

Daemon's selfish, he doesn't care about your freedom.

In the end he ultimately wants you as his.

He even turns down other proposals for a betrothed, his gaze fixed on you.

After all, he's willing to go beyond immoral to have you.

He'll spill the blood of countless others if it means locking you into a marriage with him.

You could have a betrothed, or merely a secret lover, Daemon will find out.

Is it really that much of a surprise to learn he's killed them?

The scene is no doubt grotesque, his blade deep inside their flesh as their blood pools on the ground.

Surely you'll see just how serious he is, yes?

Which means... you should know what your answer is when he asks you to marry him, right?

Obviously, Daemon is possessive.

Possessive to the point he'd paint the streets red without even needing Caraxes to make you his.

You, as his beloved, can only resist his need for so long.

It feels fantastic when he marries you, a traditional Targaryen wedding.

By the end of it he knows you're his.

No one can touch you without expected consequences.

Touching what belongs to Daemon is the same as disrespecting him.

He never wants you far from him, keeping you by his side with a hand around your waist.

Any who insult you are met with their tongue taken... in the literal sense.

It's hard to calculate how many would fall to Daemon's blade over you.

The blood means nothing to them.

In fact, their corpses help feed his steed Caraxes, the blood wyrm even seeming to appreciate your presence.

Daemon doesn't understand why you bother mourning.

He's making a point, he's showing you're his.

You're his to possess.

You could try to flee, you could try to hide, Daemon knows you're his even if you don't.

Why bother looking so upset...?

Daemon showers you in affection and gifts, anything to earn the approval he craves.

He wants you to feed his ego, to tell him you love him.

He wants you to kiss him as he holds you in his lap.

He wants you to squirm when he digs his teeth into your neck.

You should be happy he's so dedicated.

He's even had his previous lovers killed to show you he's focused on you.

Is that what you wanted?

Do you crave his dedication?

If that will make you his... then he'll do anything.

To Daemon, he takes his House's saying seriously.

Daemon would spread 'Fire and Blood' if it meant you'd be his alone.

You'd be mistaken if you still thought he did all this just to bed you.

No, Now Daemon has truly given into his obsession... He only wants you...

No matter how many have to burn or be cut down... you'll always be his.

#yandere house of the dragon #yandere hotd #yandere asoiaf #yandere daemon targaryen

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linos-luna · 1 year ago

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I really like your chanchang post! Can you make their reaction to the fact that the reader ran away?

Your wish is by command ✌️

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Our Doll (Pt. 2) ❣️🔪

Yandere!Chan x Fem!Reader x Yandere!Changbin

(Pt. 1) (Pt. 2) (Pt. 3)

Warnings: yandere! Kidnapping, smut, handjob, fingering, choking, noncon kissing

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Friends to the end right? Even when there’s a girl in the picture. How about a girl to mutually obsess over? Perhaps even better!

They were successful in kidnapping you. It’s been a few days and you were desperate to escape.

The past few days have been plagued with obsessive rants and admissions of love along with some unwanted romantic advances. They were insane. Crazy obsessed and messed in the head. How could they act like this is normal.

They called you babygirl or doll. Heck, they very much treated you like one. Changbin loved dressing you up and tucking you into bed. He was gentle except when he wasn’t. In fact, he was quite scary when mad or frustrated.

Chan, on the other hand, was more calm and collected. But it was still unsettling on how he was the mastermind here. He was a dominating personality. One look at his friend and Changbin would stop. He’d roughly manhandle you and force feed you so that you’re “healthy.”

You needed to get out. This will only get worse.

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“Please, my little doll. Just let me do it~”

You shook your head as Chan wasn’t letting up on you. He wanted your consent. He wants to show you his love.

He had you pinned to the bed, kissing at your neck and to your collar bone as he rubbed you over your panties. It wasn’t something you wanted but your body didn’t care. You were getting increasingly wet.

Chan was frustrated as you kept turning your head when he tried kissing your lips.

“Stop moving.” He said sternly while putting his hand to your throat.

You only stayed still when he squeezed lightly. Tears streamed down your cheeks as he squeezed harder, indicating that he wanted you to kiss back. So you did.

“So you do love me.” Chan said with a smirk as he slowly slipped his fingers under your panties to rub your clit, only stopping when you grabbed his wrist.

“Oh darling…” he said between kisses. “I would absolutely destroy you. I’d love you so hard that you’d be begging for more…”

You had no words. Only holding in moans as he went back to rubbing the wet spot over your panties.

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Often times, Changbin would be in bed with you before Chan. The older one was always up late and would join you two later.

Changbin fell asleep fairly quick, his arms hugging you from behind. Big spoon yes, but with a tight grip. You could barely move… or breathe.

“Ch-Changbin—…” you said in a loud whisper. “Changbin…”

He groaned, only slightly opening his eyes.

“I-I-… I can’t breathe…” you said awkwardly.

“I’m not letting go…” he said with a sigh while trying to sleep again.

So you had an idea.

It’s obvious that Chan is the one in charge here. He’s the more dominant person while Changbin… well he’s a follower. A submissive. Surely he’s easier to manipulate…

“B-Binnie…”

“What is it, doll?” He replied, still half asleep.

“H-how am I supposed to play with you if… if you’re holding on so tight…?”

“Play?” He whispered back.

“Mmhm… p-play with you…” you nodded while trying to feel around for his boxers. It was hard to move your arm but you managed to find the crotch of his pants. “Pleeeease~”

You had more of a loud whisper, knowing that if Chan heard anything he’d come straight in. But you stayed calm as you rubbed his twitching cock over his boxers.

You were slow and deliberate. Stroking it ever so slightly to get him worked up.

Changbin let out some low breathy moans and you could feel his grip on you loosen.

“F-fuck… y/n…” he gasped before you turned around and pulled the underwear down.

“Shhh Binnie… you don’t want Channie to hear…” you said with a smile. “Don’t you want me to yourself?”

You pumped his length faster and fondled his balls with your other hand as he fell apart. He was moaning and whining yet he still had enough thought to keep it down. Of course he didn’t want Chan to hear. This was his time.

“Y/n—… baby—…. So good—….” His breathy whines got more intense as you continued. You knew he was getting drunk on lust. He bucked his hips into your hand.

“C’mon Binnie… cum on my hand…” you said with a pout. Make a mess on me. Make a big mess!”

“Fuck fuck… fuck…” his voice was breathless as he came, throwing his head back as he tried gaining composure.

You quickly made sure to lay him on his back and kiss up his neck to his lips. He didn’t have to move a muscle as you took his hand and placed it on your breast.

“It’s okay to touch, Binnie.” You whispered softly while brushing his hair back with your fingers.

The man was exhausted. It’s been a long day and you really tired him out with that instense orgasm.

He only lightly squeezed your breasts as he was drifting off to sleep again. Your soft hums and the gentle rubbing of his hair and cheeks made him incredibly sleepy. His eyes were shut and he breathed softly, finally relaxing. It wasn’t long before he was asleep again.

This was your chance.

Quickly, you get up and make your way to the door. After quietly opening it, you peer out, looking to where Chan could be.

It was cold and you were just in a small nightgown and thigh high socks. You found yourself shivering as you cautiously stepped out.

As you take more steps out, you realize that Chan was on the couch. His laptop was on his lap and it seemed that he fell asleep while working.

Quietly, you walked past him, making it to the front door, and unlocking it when you suddenly hear a shout from behind.

“You tricked me!!”

You see Changbin standing there. He was still a distance away but you could tell he was furious. Chan woke up from his little nap and pushed his laptop off before standing.

Without another thought, you ran out.

You knew that outrunning them would be impossible, so your best bet was hiding.

“You let her out?!”

You could hear Chan yelling at the other as you hid in the bushes of a neighbor.

This bush was full of spiderwebs and pokey branches. It took everything in you not to scream when a small spider ran across your leg.

“It wasn’t on purpose!” Changbin yelled back as they searched around the street. “She tricked me!”

“You’re weak!” Chan yelled back. “Now our doll is out! Cold and in danger!!”

“We’ll find her…”

“Just a dumb little doll. She needs us.” Chan sighed.

They were getting closer to where you hid and you preyed they wouldn’t get any closer.

“I failed her!” Changbin cried while covering his face. “Hyung, she’s the love of my life!”

The other friend sighed, starting to feel bad about how he yelled at at the man.

“Listen, we’ll find her. She can’t get far…”

“Y/n!!” Changbin suddenly yelled out. “Y/n!! I can’t live without you!! Y/n please!!”

“Changbin!” Chan hushed him. “You’re going to wake the neighbors!”

But at this point, the man was a mess. Screaming and yelling. It was a surprise that no neighbors came out to see the commotion.

You stayed still, truly unsettled but his desperation. You couldn’t help feeling a little bad but this was insane. He was insane. The both of them were.

“My dear, we will come back for you…” Chan said, not sure in what direction you were. Heck, for all he knew, you could’ve just left the area completely.

But Chan was determined to find you. It wasn’t too noticeable but he was just as much of a wreck, he was just better at hiding it. Putting up a strong front for the sake of his friend.

“Binnie we’ll find her in the morning…” Chan reassured while leading him back to the house. He just had to. For his sake but also Changbin’s . That’s what friends are for right?

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Chan took more of a back seat here. 😅

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heatherholloways · 8 months ago

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PSA

Hi RPC. About a year ago, I recalled seeing some PSA's about a roleplayer that was making female writers in the RPC very uncomfortable and s*xually harassing them. He is unfortunately back and actively searching for new people to write with.

His current alias is Deco, but he's been known to go by MJ, Omar, Duncan, and many other names. His past known URLS are apache-gold, overrridewrites, wineandwisdom, and thesevenking (there may be more.) His most current URL is fullofmuses (I would advise you block him and report him.) Long story short:

This user will approach you to plot, supposedly looking for romantic plots. He will only reach out to you if you are a female mun. Once he gains your trust, he will ask for your Discord. He will push your boundaries and try to force you into plots that you may not be comfortable with. He comes off in a way that's very approachable and friendly but will quickly turn sour, even violent, if you do not agree to plot with him on his terms.

He has a history of flirting with/making unwanted advances towards RPers even if they have not given any impression that they're interested in it, discusses plots and tries to push his ideas on you even if you are not comfortable with them, and ultimately tries to set up you up (mostly women in their 20s) to plot with his "father" or "other friend."

He has a few major plot points he is interested, but they almost always revolve around 1. a couple with infertility issues and the female seeking out getting pregnant by someone else 2. a relationship where the female character cheats on the male character 3. inc*stual plots, often times with a female character cheating on her significant other with a father figure. It is always the female OC cheating on his male OC, a third party being needed to help with conceiving, and will usually have infertility, breeding, and inc*st as common themes within.

Please do not fall victim to this person. He is extremely manipulative and does not care about your writing. He uses roleplaying as a way to find and harass women, and if he finds out any information about you OOC, he will not hesitate to continue harassing you outside of the RPC/Tumblr. He found Tumblr after following a roleplayer that he'd been harassing and chasing her off the original platform they were on.

Red flags, patterns and signs that it is him that you are interacting with:

He only writes male OCs.

He is very interested in Marvel/DC and Game of Thrones/HoTD.

His plot/genre interests include a variety, "slice of life" and "dramedy" being some of the main ones.

His rules are always the same/mention being interested in writing "unorthodox" plots.

He messages or DM's you seemingly out of nowhere to ask if you're looking to plot.

He claims he works at an airport to some capacity (either handling luggage, doing security, sometimes even as a pilot.)

He says he's in his late 20's, usually 28 or 29.

He says to be based in either Colorado and/or California.

He constantly talks about himself, his physical appearance, and/or his personal hygiene.

After he settles a plot (if he doesn't get blocked or ghosted first), he asks roleplayers if they are willing to plot romance and/or smut with either his father or his friend.

His likes and following list are always public.

He makes himself out to be the victim if he is blocked by other writers to try and gain your sympathy.

He talks in a way that makes it sound like he is supportive of your plot ideas but always tries to spin it to fit what he wants, even if you've stated you are not comfortable with it.

This person's known Discord accounts:

𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐁𝐎𝐒𝐒 #9647

intrepid thoughts. #2115 (his "dad")

underscorebluff.#5950

lektro.#9073 (his "friend")

ruggedblade (most recent as of June 2024)

I have confirmed the above facts and all the information with multiple people who have talked to him, have experience writing/plotting with him and/or have been harassed by him OOC.

Please keep yourself safe from this person, as he's been harassing women in this space for years.

#rph #rpc #rpt #1x1 #indie rp #discord rp #My apologies for tag clogging! I just want to make sure this gets the traction it should and to keep other writers safe

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luceafarul-de-dimineata · 2 months ago

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Minhyeok's possession

Pairing: Asmodeus x Minhyeok x Mc

Summary: Minhyeok has 20 different awakenings in the span of 5 minutes.

You know the drill, they/them Afab reader. This was writen before the official release of Asmodeus and I haven't yet read any of his story.

You had heard a lot about Abaddon before even thinking about setting foot in the region. It's a prison, a freak show, the place where neither devils nor angels want to find themselves in. But it didn't matter. You had a job to do and a regions bad reputation wasn't going to detere you from helping Hell win the war.

The first thing that you realised about Abaddon was that consent isn't a veriable. Perhaps its a bit your fault for disregarding everyone's advice and coming alone in a foreign country, but that didn't give the devils the right to grope you when you weren't looking. Your salvation came in the form of the most beautiful man you've ever seen. Asmodeus heard a lot about the decendent of Solomon walking around hell, so of course he needed a piece of you, just like everyone else.

The second thing that you realised about Abaddon was that ignoring the unwanted advances, everyone was a romantic. Every other line of Asmodeus was a flirty remark or a tease, but that didn't stop at Asmodeus alone. Your first meeting with Ronové, for exemple, involved getting your hand kissed while he made prolongued eye contact with you... you think, the mask made it hard to tell. Even Dantalian tryed to invite you to sneak in Heaven before Asmodeus glared him down. But nobody could compete with the king himself.

He took you to a private dinner that was fancy enough to fit your outfit. Even though you liked the casual atmosphere of the pub in Gehenna and the grandious golden dinners of Tartaros, the quiet and intimate atmosphere of Abaddon, combined with the smitten sanguine eyes of the devil in front of you must have been your favorite.

Everything was straight out of a movie and you don't even flinch when Asmodeus takes you to bed with him. You were ready to pay him back the only way you probably could, but you were surprised when he just cuddled close to you.

You wanted to question him, but deep down, you did enjoy the feeling of just snuggling with someone in bed, you've been missing it since... well since you went to hell. Asmodeus must have known, must have felt your desire for cuddles and he, as the generous devil that he is, took care of your wants.

The next morning, you woke up clinging to Asmodeus, his black hair cascading on your face and tickling you awake. It was such a familiar atmosphere that the name of your childhood best friend turned roomate escaped your lips. Asmodeus must have taken notice of your longing for a certain human man and fortunatly enough for him, he had the perfect opening to act.

In the human world, Minhyeok was getting desprate. He already crossed so many of his self impossed limitations. He had a rule he would never watch pornography, but there was this actress that looked just like you and he missed you so much! He promised to never jerk it to someone else, but he did, multiple times. It was starting to effect every part of his life. When he talks with Ppyong about your whereabouts and the little devil mentions you're with the king of lust, he almost explodes with jealousy.

He knows it's a bad idea as he's doing it. But humans don't think rationally when there's stakes like your potential lover on the line. Minhyeok decides to summon the bastard. He doesn't really have a plan, desire being the only thing guiding his actions. Before he even knew it, the king was right infront of him, grinning.

Lust reaked in the air even before Asmodeus made his grand appearance. After all, he was the only demon allowed to travel so freely from a realm to another, and it was all thanks to horny boys like the one in front of him. While he wasn't a believer, maybe fate had a hand to play in all of this.

Minhyeok stared in awe and fascination at the gorgeous demon before him. Asmodeus lifted Minhyeok's chin so their eyes could meet before starting to stroke his face affectionatly. Humans... such simple creatures. They think themselves up as gods and intelectuals, but some stroking and praise can make anything bow before him.

"Why did you summon me, Minhyeok, dear?"

Asmodeus' voice was a silky poison, a lullaby dragging you to your death, but the ride was too enjoyable to mind.

"I'll give anything... for one hour of love..."

Inspite of his want to appear strong and intimidating, Minhyeok sounded more like a horny teenager. It wasn't the image he wanted to display to his supposate rival, but it was all he could muster. The hypnotic beauty of the man in front of him almost made him forget about you entirely... almost.

"Such strong desires from a man like yourself. How about we make a deal? I'll help you get them under you, if you do everything I tell you. Just follow my lead and you'll have them beneath you begging for more."

Asmodeus was twirling Minhyeok's hair before leaning closer, their lips not even an inch apart. Perhaps it was an old mamalian instict, but, even without asking, Minhyeok knew how to seal the deal.

The kiss was short but passionate, filled with a familiar carnal desire. He man closed his eyes and embraced the demon, but when he opened them again, he was on top of you. You looked breathless and flustered, but he was more confused than anything. At a closer inspection, both of you were naked in a large dovet bed. He tried to move away, but he felt a strong pair of arms caging him in. The same venomous voice filled his mind once more.

"Put your hand on their breasts and grope them, tease them a bit longer, they love it. Just like this."

The man felt ghostly cold hands start to play with his erect nipples and, in tandem, his hands did the same to you.

You felt dazed with pleasure. You must be hallucinating, there's no way the somewhat shy Minhyeok was now teasing you like a porn star. Your memory is hazy, remembering just the breakfast with the Abaddon king and then... being woken up by your childhood best friend kissing you passionatly. It's not like you could complain, whenever you opened your mouth, only sounds of pleasure would come out.

"That's a good boy~"

Minhyeok whimpered at the praise and let his body be moved by the demon. He gave you a hickey, but he felt the bite and more on the same spot of his neck.

"Look at you, all excited and eager. For how long have you been waiting for me to do this to you? Tsk, such an impatient pet. I'll need to train you better in the future. What if we go out to a party and you wet yourself like this?"

Minhyeok spoke without even realising. Asmodeus loved messing with humans like this. The way they parroted whatever he told them was adorable, like getting a dog to bark on command. Dump creatures, yet so adorable. His favorite little specimens.

Asmodeus parted Minhyeok's legs, who followed suit and parted yours as well. First, a finger snakes its way inside each of the humans' holes. You never knew just how good Minhyeok was at finding your G-spot, and you'll never know how he managed to find it, guided by Asmodeus' own actions on the man's body.

A second finger followed and then a third, not for either of your enjoyment, but for Asmodeus' convenience. With a particularly brutal thrust of the digits, you cum, creaming on Minhyeok's large palm. He stared at it, unmoving for a moment as Asmodeus cackled in the background before he brought his fingers to his mouth and kitten licked them.

"Go on, Minhyeok, my boy! Shove those in your throat, trully taste her desire for you. That's right... all for you."

And so he dead, slurping messily on the three fingers, like a beast sucking the blood of its victim. The display didn't take long, but there was certainly something erotic about it.

Once Asmodeus gets bored of the forplay, he puts his real plan into fruition. His demotic, ever shifting shaft slowly enters Minhyeok from behind, resulting in him penetrating you missionary style. Every filthy comment whispered in Minhyeok's ear by the demon made its way to you, through his familiar and nostalgic voice. Every thrust into Minhyeok was a thrust into you. Without either of your knowledge, both of your bodies where only ever serving the king of lust himself.

Layed on top of you and humping like a dog in heat, Minhyeok felt like he was in heaven. His crush, roomate, bestfriend, future wife, was right under him, moaning his name, screaming, cuming for him! HIM! Only him. It was all he ever wanted.

You weren't much better either. The pleasure was intense, like you were high on aphrodisiacs, but this whole scenario of getting roughly fucked by your best friend felt like a wet dream come true. You both had cummed god knows how many times, and, inspite of your bodies protests, you continued to stay awake a tad longer.

But even the strongest human bodies have limits and Asmodeus realised that he had fucked both of you past the point of going limp. Exhausted was a cheritable expression to describe the two humans layed in front of him. They served their purpose well and Asmodeus got his end of the deal, so he decided to take the man back to where he belonged.

"Sleep well, children... you did well, I'm proud of you~"

He kissed both of their forheads and tugged them in their respective beds.

Minhyeok can't get out of bed the next morning. He can barely even remember what happened. It must have been a dream, there's no other way. Yet your moans still ring in his ear, like a catchy song you listened to on repeat, the taste of your essance still lingers on his tongue and the bruises and hickeys tell a different story, one that he wished was true. He couldn't move, but neither did he really want to. He felt fulfilled for the time being.

You wake up with soft pounding in your head and... other regions, but when you tiredly search for Minhyeok, he's nowhere to be seen, just Asmodeus holding your head on his barely covered crotch and playing with your hair. You felt like the cat on a villan's lap, but it was a conforting one. You try to mumble something, but your tongue feels heavy and the gentle touches diswayed you from questioning things any further. You just lay in blissful peace on the lap of your doomer...

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb asmodeus #whb minhyeok #whb x reader #whb smut #you know what #fuck it #i've had this fic in my drafts for almost 6 months now #tell me if my writing is still holding up after all this time #the name's a really bad pun I came up with right now #going to sleep bye

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