#You Were Digging Plants I Dug You

[chewablepebbles]

Sometimes it feels soooo weird not being depressed anymore

[etherealsausage]

And every single day he left a shovel at each grave.

So the angels knew to take this soul away.

Everything lives and everything dies.

On this planet nothing survives.

Wrath is a force evergrowing in size.

For every soul taken in crude sacrifice.

A new one is born

with innocent eyes.

And so the cycle survives.

[everlastingserenitys]

RIDE LIKE A PONY

summ. who would've thought you were going to get railed by the star athlete of the hockey team...before his game.

pairing. Caleb x f!reader cw. hockey player!Caleb, p in v, he's sensitive, dirty talk, kissing, semi public, wearing his jersey during sex, 1.3k wc a/n. hi guys i gave in and i'm starting a caleb series...starting off with a boom!

“Is this your way of wishing me luck, pipsqueak?” Caleb chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist, sinking himself in the unexpected hug he received from you.

He still hasn't gotten changed in his uniform, and here you were, hugging on him for dear life as if he was going to die once he leaves the changing rooms. A few moments of silence pass and Caleb pulls away, looking down at your flushed face, probably caused by the cold temperature in the room.

He brought his hand to the sides of your cold skin and held onto you for a few moments as he stared into your eyes and then pulled himself away from you, heading over to his bag to grab his gear and clothes.

You stood still, watched his every move as he started stripping himself and started getting changed into his gear.

“Do you have practice today?” Caleb asked, sliding his shirt off and grabbed onto another one. You shook your head and sat on the bench across from him, eyes still locked on his figure as each piece started to stick to his body, one by one, he was already almost done getting changed.

“Just the jersey and pants left.” he mumbled to himself, digging his hands in his bag as he searched for his desired items.

“I’ll help.” you say, getting up from the bench and strutting towards Caleb, shoving him aside and dug your hands in his bag to find the things he was looking for. After a few minutes of searching you found the jersey and pants and pulled them out, waving it in front of his face.

“Thanks pip- huh?” Before Caleb could grab the stuff from your hands you pulled your hand back, a small smirk resting on your lips as you watched Caleb's reaction twist from confusion to amusement.

“Oh? Wanna help me put it on then?” Caleb pushed aside his bag and sat on the bench, spreading his legs and arms apart, indicating that you have the will to put his uniform on, but that wasn't what you wanted.

“Give me a kiss then I'll give your stuff back, deal?”

“If that’s all you wanted then you could have asked sooner.” Caleb teased, lifting himself off the bench and walked towards you. Once you were just mere inches away he slid his arms around you and lightly picked you off the ground, walking back to the bench and placed you there.

“Just a kiss, alright?” he whispered, his hot breath ghosts over your cold skin as his eyes stared down at you, waiting for approval. You nod and not even a second passed and he already had his lips planted on yours.

Caleb was practically devouring you, why? Because you wore his favorite lip balm that always sends him to a spiral when he kisses you. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him even closer so he could savour more, there was no backing out now that he had a taste.

“Hey..” he muttered between the kiss, pulling away for a second to just dive back on you again. Caleb's tongue seeked for entrance and when you gave it to him, his hands reached the sides of your face, pulling you closer than ever.

His tongue intertwined with yours, and he couldn't pull away. He knew this would happen, and as much as Caleb tried controlling himself, he couldn't. He felt like a glass cup that shattered the second it drops on the ground.

“You did this on…ngh…purpose, didnt you?” he breathed, pulling away staring at your flushed face beneath him. You gave him a quick nod, the corner of your lips were playing a slight smirk that couldn't be held back anymore.

Caleb groaned, looking around the changing room before he picked you up, and placed you on his lap. Your eyes widened and instinctively, you started grinding your hips against his. Low whimpers filled the room, Caleb held onto you with a tight grip as he watched you ride yourself against him.

“That's itt, roll your hips ju-just like that…” he whimpered, bucking his hips the slightest to indicate to you to go quicker. You obey his silent orders and continue driving yourself against him, feeling his warm fabric make contact with your bare thighs.

“More caleb..” you whisper, grabbing onto his shoulders, pulling yourself closer. Caleb nodded and slid his fingers under the waistband of your skirt, toying with it before pulling them off, and also removing your other clothes in the process. A low whistle left his lips the moment you were left in nothing except your panties and bra.

“Is it cold?” he teased, bringing one of his hands to his pants and slowly sliding them off, revealing his aching, dripping cock.

You shook your head, well it was a complete lie, ‘cause the room was freezing but you couldn’t tell Caleb that so you just stayed quiet until he notices.

“Yeah? Alriightt” Caleb purrs and with his free hand he pushes you closer to his cock, and soon slides his hand down your body playing with your waistband of your panties before pulling them down.

“Don't make a mess, pips.”

You rolled your eyes and then felt his dripping tip make contact with your cunt, a quiet moan escaped your lips and you kept your eyes shut as Caleb continued to slowly push himself more and more inside you.

The comfort of his hand ghosting on your waist suddenly disappeared and that's when you realised he was reaching for the jersey that was still clenched between your fingers. In a swift movement he grabbed on the jersey and slid it on your body.

With the jersey on and half his length shoved deep inside you, you stare at Caleb in disbelief. His fingers soon found their way back to your waist and he pushed you up and down, up and down, keeping the rhythm at a slow pace.

“I knew you were cold,” he chuckled, rubbing one of his hands up and down, letting the friction of his jersey rub against your skin to make you feel a little warmed up. You put your head down, letting the sides of your hair cover your flushed face and gripped onto his shoulder tighter, as the pace started to get quicker.

“Let me see..mmh you.” Caleb asked, wrapping his hand on the back of your neck, prying your head to look at him but you shook your head and continued to keep your head down.

You eventually found control in the situation and rode yourself against him. Caleb chuckled and slid his fingers away from your head and sat back as he watched you pleasure yourself on his cock. Moans filled the secluded, echoey room. Both you and Caleb were in a daze, and god, it felt good.

“Hey.. Let me see you–urgh fuck yourself in my jersey,” he moaned, brushing his thumb against your lips and soon, you gave in, and slowly lifted your head up, looking directly into Caleb’s violet eyes.

Your vision was blurry, probably caused by the pleasure rushing through you. Caleb’s face looked like a fever dream, twisted and yet, still so beautiful. Your hips started to get tired and Caleb grabbed onto you again, thrusting you quicker and quicker.

He was hitting, Every. Right. Spot. Which was making you closer and closer to release, you wrap your arms around him and arch your back, feeling him against you as you chanted your release.

“Let it out.” he whimpered, thrusting you one more time before you unexpectedly came all over his cock, a sigh of relief escaped both yours and Caleb's lips, he panted against your shoulder and held onto you for a few moments.

“Caleb, your game?”

“It should be starting in a few minutes but my jersey is now messed up.” he frowned, skimming his fingers down his jersey you were wearing.

“Just wear it.” you mumble, taking it off and throwing it at his face before hopping off his lap and putting your clothes back on.

Caleb chuckled and eventually got changed, getting up and putting the final parts of his gear on. Once he finished changing he walked towards you, ruffled your hair, and gave you a kiss on your head.

“Wish me luck.”

“I will.”

part 1 of fly into your heart | caleb -> next work

[moechies]

cockwarming w/ toji !! 𝜚 𓈒 kitty hybrid

toji’s kitty girlfriend who purrs when she feels too good :3

impaled on the fat girthy cock of your beloved owner, wet slick pasting his strong thighs and soft cunt throbbing against his plump balls.

you gently groom the slight stubble on his soft chin, dragging your tongue over and over against his jaw, humming and purring with delight.

your thighs shiver gently below, and toji feels it; the way your soft skin trembles against his waist. he’s entertained with his new pet, and enjoys her grooming but doesn’t forget about her bad habit; her sharp little claws dug deep into his back, drawing strings of crimson blood.

he would tell you to stop, pull the soft endearing hands of your own away from his skin, but he can’t fathom the pouty look on your face if he were to do so. a nervous glimmer in your eyes as your ears fold back when you realize what you’ve been doing to hurt your sweet master, and all unintentionally because you were caught up in the overwhelming pleasure of getting to groom and warm him.

“cuteee fuckin’ kitty, aren’t you?”

so he lets it by this time, lets you continue your kitten licks to his face, sneaking in a couple long kisses against his top lip, or the corner of his mouth. he pulls you close when he feels your little body vibrate gently against his own, consistent and satisfied purrs accompanied by honeyed chants of, ‘i love you, master’ s.

toji chuckles, scratching gently behind your ear and stroking the soft fluff. he thrusts above out of the blue, girthy cock bottoming out fully and impaling your poor cunt. you squeal unexpectedly, nails digging a tad deeper into the man’s back. he hisses at the pain, but laughs it off in mere seconds.

he looks below, attentive to the way you purr against his chest, face hidden against his fat tit. you purr loudly, along with short breathy moans, ones you try to cover up with heavy breaths in hopes they toji won’t hear.

“m-master.” you purr, holding back pants.

“what is it, kitty?” toji grins, hand moving from your waist and coming up to your neck. he fidgets at your little bell of a collar, engraved nicely on the metal in a bold cursive, ‘return to toji fushiguro if lost ♡.’ he smiles at the memory that plays of your sweet self when he first showed you the endearing gift.

“wan’ it, please, wan’ you to fuck me.”

“oh? that’s so dirty, sweet thing.” he teases, lifting your face by your chin to face him. your cheeks flush and your lips are pouty, and you’ve never looked cuter.

“n-not true. wan’ your milk, daddy.” you whisper with a sly smile, eyes lidded as you resume your gentle purring.

“is that right..” he mumbles. he thrusts up once again, moving himself forward so that you’re leaning against him, hands pressed against his chest.

“how does this little kitty want it ?” you assume he’s referring to you, but instead he drags a heavy finger from your soft butt, tracing against your skin to reach your soft belly; landing right above the imprint of his cock. his digit presses on the budge slightly, making you squirm before he moves down to your cute pussy, leaving swipes across your pearly clit.

“master—“

“tell me, pretty little thing.”

“from behind, please, doggy. wan’ y’to fuck me from b-behind, ‘kay?”

“oh, aren’t you just so sweet.”

you hiccup, feeling the man’s large body splay across your back as you’re placed gently on your arms and knees. his cock doesn’t dislodge from you once, fat tip nudged snugly in your cunt as he flips you over. your face plants into the soft sheets, knees melting into the mattress with the man’s added weight.

“doggy.. ironic, huh?” he laughs.

“stooop it..” you purr into the sheets, fur clad tail tickling at his soft skin.

his hand wraps around the base of your tail, tugging it up high for easier access. he watches how your milky pussy throbs erratically around him, rim of your stretched cunt a tad shade darker.

slick drools from your soddened holes against your thighs, transferring and coating his cock and the scruffy hairs against his shaft. your folds perfectly accommodate his cock, wrapping neatly around the man’s girth.

your butthole sits above your pretty pussy perfectly, clenching ever so often at the vulnerability of the position, and how you can basically feel the man’s eyes boring into your cunt, and chubby butt.

“master— hnn… no more staring please, w-wan’ you to fuck me !” you shimmy your butt closer to his pelvis, moaning when you press yourself impossibly further onto his dick. “m-master! pleaseee..!”

“shh calm down, little pet. y’r gonna get what ya want, i promise.”

your tail wraps around his forearm, leading his hand to your waist. you gaze back at him with lidded eyes, glimmering in the dim light with coated, pouty lips. “master—“

“settle down, now. trust me, this little pussy’s gonna get what she wants.” he leans over, catching your lips in a heated kiss. “..and this one too.” he mumbles against your lips. you feel the corner of his mouth curl, scar dragging across your lips as he brings a thumb against your clit.

[aly4khq]

A DRAGON'S LAIR! ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ⋆*

— sum: You were exploring Tarus city as a self mission, trying to find the dragon who was told to have lived in the city for many years to come. You thought that you would encounter barely anything, but you were ever so wrong.

— characters: dragon!sylus

— warnings: pining, he tops ur clothes, double penetrartion (he had too dicks), improper use of his tail, manhandling, biting, fuckin from behind. (if i have missed any, please inform me!)

— wc: 1,746

You've never been one to lerk into unknown territory or to find refuge in a random city that you learnt about in a history book — it's never been in your nature at all. But once you saw the posters, you knew that it was a place of worship and surprise.

Tarus city, a city where it's been claimed to have a dragon that laid in the depths of a special cave. The cave was highly risky for any normal human being, I mean, the image that laid on the posters was frightening enough to keep away tourists. The unusually greyish-red that scattered around the cave's entrance, moving around like a line circling a branch, a black thick coating around it which looked like claws when compared to each other, the singular hand on the top leading to the cave like it was inviting you.

You loved mythical creatures so this was a field day for you, you needed to go.

There was also a garden which yearly grew beautiful flowers there, crimson in colour and rose in shape. They scattered everywhere, and they seemed to have been planted by a very skilled gardener — if there even was one back in the early years of life. Oh how you'd love to distress by rolling in there after a long day, what a dream.

But you weren't just there for the cool looking dragon, you were there for the sword. Like that playground sword that you had to remove from the ground, and whoever could move it was the 'chosen one', there was one that laid outside the cave, imbedded in the beautiful scenery of flowers and healthy grass with its delicate pattern leaving you with mysteries.

"Where did it come from?" "What does it symbolise?" "How did it get there out of all places?"

Who owned it?

Well, let's just say that you weren't too scared to find out. You needed answers and if you had to dig into a random mythical cave then you will. Despite the lack of information, you searched up any little tips to help you navigate inside of a cave.

You needed to be prepared, and properly prepared.

After a while of constant climbing and exploring the beautiful long yards of greenery, you stood face to face with the cave that was feared the most back in Linkon City, aka the Dragon's Lair. In the papers, it looked like absolute horror capturing in a frame but in person, it was gorgeous.

The cave was expanded and opened for anyone to come into, and you'd did just that. Entering the cave, you turned on the flashlight you brought, seeing insta treasures of many different kinds of art scattered around the walls of the cave. "Wow...this is cool..." you softly murmured to yourself, still engrossed in the scenery—

...what the hell was that?

A deep and raged growl sped through the walls of the cave like air, filling your eyes with an intense sound. Hissing, the growl's sound waves led you to an expanded room, where a big bed-like item was in the front, surrounding by more jewels of ancient treasures. You found yourself searching around, looking for what this place could've belonged to.

And after 5 minutes, you dug in, "What's the worst that could happen?"

Searching the amazing rich items on the floor, your bag got heavier and heavier with time. Each jewel that caught your eye went in. Some of them even had ancient symbols on them, now that's a lot of money.

But, a singular gem caught your eye. It was a necklace that had a black substance scattered all over it, laying on the bed that was in the middle of the room. "Oh?" your hand went out, curious, "This is peculiar."

The necklace was a beautiful golden chain, wrapping with ancient knots and twists so it was bonded together perfectly. On both sides of the pendants scattered around the necklace, there were small, very intricate patterns dented into the metal. It had a pocture of a dragon on the front, and it...was weirdly shaped. Like the top half was crossed out, but forget that, you just found a good millions of money in your hands.

"Well, that's been a nice journey here cave, thanks for the new finds and...yeah. I'll be going."

You turned for the entrance where you came from, and it was blocked off by a large bolder. "Huh..? Why...who?"

You turned around to find a way to get out when a tail wrapped around your waist, pulling you down to your knees in a rapid manner. You scrapped your knee on the harsh carpet. "Ah! Hah...ow.." You tired to arise from your forced position when you heard a deep voice.

"Were you never taught of etiquette? Or was it just you who missed out?"

He boomed over you, a...handsome man. He was silver hair, crimson eyes and weird black claws and a tail. His clothes bleeding in with his skin.

This isn't the dragon. I mean, it's a literally human being?

"Etiquette? Who are you?" You replied back harshly, not thinking before you spoke. Remembering quickly, it was too late, his tail went around your body before whipping the skin behind you thighs. You yelped, cursing the man-dragon above you.

"You!—" "Me what?"

He arose from his throne, walkijg menacingly to grab your waist before pulling you up to your feet. He turned you around, your back against his toned chest. His hand went over your chin and upper neck, pushing your head back to his shoulder with a smirk.

"Maybe I should teach you," he bite your collarbone before growling, "how to respect a dragon's cave."

"Gahh—Ugggg, you're so deep!—"

"Focus."

That same dragon had you bent over the same drawer you had stolen from, your clothes ripped from his sharp claws just where you soaked pussy was.Your back arched like never before and his hand still around your chin, his teeth biting and sucking on your collarbone with delight. His hips were slow but deep, reaching your cervix with long strokes, his dick sending you into a wave of pleasure.

"What's the answer?"

He'd made you write down the rules of entering his cave again, the pencil shaking vigorously in your trembling hands. The paper soaking up your falling tears as you begged and pleaded with the man above you. "Hahh— Sylus— please...! Please! I might just—"

His tail traveled down your clit, gently caressing it with the peek of the tail. "Write it down, or I'll do even worse." He threatened, and you obeyed, grabbing the pencil and harshly writing down, "I will be respectfu—"

"Ah!!" His hip gave you a sharp thrust, a warning to behave and write properly. His hand groping your wee cheeks to the point that you could feel his claws digging into your flesh. "You have one more chance." With every word, he thrusted harder until you shrieked, your body bending more forward to escape his powerful hips, you pussy squeezes into the life out of him.

Your hands went back, trying to push his pelvis away from you. "Hm?" He hummed, his eyebrow rising before you hear a chuckle, "Want me to slow down sweetie?" His voice was playful, yet you nodded quickly anyway.

"Too bad." 



He sped up, his hips snapping so fast with your to the point where it echoed in the room. Your hands banged on the drawer, lookijg for a way to soothe to intense pleasure that you were being given. You couldn't even speak, your face fucked out and your body slowly weakening.

"S-Sy...luss...I can't...! Please..." You begged, trying to find a better way to convince him to give you a break. His dick the was so deep that you thought that it was two dicks at once. It felt so huge, and more struggle.

The stretch was too much, you yelled, "Sylus! Why is it—" You gasped loudly, relent that he had two massive ducks in you at the moment, both of them lodged deep in your pussy. In that moment, you nearly passed out. "Ahh ah hah...hahh!!" You cried out, tensing, "Pleaseee..."

"You're fine, just one more." Sylus cheered on, his tail moving up to caress your back, travelling down the straight line. His tail met your ass, gently put slowly digging it into your other hole, "No! No no, please, i can't, please," Your whole body was shaking, your sweat coating your skin.

"Mhm, fine, for now." Sylus replied in a teasing tone before continuing to roll his hips into yours, and by that tight squeeze he knew that you were close. You stood a little, crying, "I can feel it!— I need to pee—Why does it feel like I need to pee?!—"

He reassured you, speaking in your ear, "It's normal, you're fine, just relax." You wasn't breathing at all. He grabbed your chin again before ordering you, "Cum."

Your orgasm hit you, your lungs not being able to take in oxygen due to the sheer force of your release. The intense feeling was still shocking you, your hands braking some of the wood of the drawer due to your grip. Your legs shaking like no ever before you felt his claws tap your chest, "Hey, Breathe."

You took a deep breath in before covering your mouth, instantly being met with fatigue. "I need a rest...I can't feel myself..." Sylus chuckled at your position, his hand goijg around your waist to carry you to his bed. "It's okay, you took both off my dicks, well done."

"I knew you'd come along," Sylus hummed, "so just relax my Queen, I'll take care of you.

this is not proofread! i was too eager to post so sorry hotties!

@ aly4khq, do not plagiarise, translate or copy my work. (30/11/24)

[p1astr81]

hii could you do Oscar × Reader size kink fic? Random hookup or enemies to lovers or anything really! thanxx

smut!! You’re responsible for the content you consume!! size kink, praise kink, pain kink, begging, no mention of protection (wrap ur willy’s), this is just… the filthiest thing I’ve ever written.

Oscar needed to get his head straight and he couldn’t do that when he was frustrated.

Sexually frustrated, that is.

Which is how he found himself at a club at the beginning of the night. He expected to go home with a random girl. He definitely didn’t expect his on-track rival to be the one under him to end the night.

He made you cum on his fingers first in preparation for the real thing. He wasn’t a monster.

You reached for the waistband of his pants, impatient and incoherently begging for him to fuck you.

“What happened to those glares you love to give me?” He teased, fiddling with the button of his pants.

Like it was a cue, you glared at him. “Fuck you, Piastri.” You bit, but you couldn’t held the was your hips bucked against his hand when his fingers ghosted your clit.

Oscar smirked, uncharacteristically smug. “You know, I’ve heard you say that quite a bit. Guess you’re finally getting what you want.” He continued to tease, loving how it riled you up.

His pants dropped to the floor along with his boxers, earning a soft gasp from you. “Jesus fucking Christ.” You breathed, eyes on his dick. Thick, but also longer than any you’d ever seen. “That’s not gonna fit.” You laughed, breathless and nervous.

And it was then that he truly realized the size difference. You were shorter than him, by a noticeable amount. He towered over you when you stood next to each other. Heat flowed to his dick at the thought.

“You flatter me.”

“I’m serious.”

He crawled up the bed to meet you face to face. “I’ll go slow.” He promised, planting a kiss to your forehead—far too domestic for two people who claimed to hate each other.

You nodded, closing your eyes. You felt his tip nudge against your clit and you let out a small whimper.

“You ready, baby?” The pet name wasn’t intentional—just a slip of the tongue—but neither of you dwelled on it, too drunk on the promise of a good fuck.

You nodded. Not enough for him. “With your words.” He said, soft but authoritative.

“Yes! Stop fucking teasing, Piastri!” You mewled, bucking your hips.

He chuckled, a low, gruff sound that was too appeasing to your ears for your liking.

Oscar eased in slowly, inch by inch, letting you adjust to the size of him. “There ya go. I knew you could do it.” He praised once he was fully seated inside of you, teeth grazing your ear. He felt you squeeze around him at the praise. Duly noted. “Whenever you’re ready.” He advised.

Your breathing had already picked up, quick breaths as the pain of him turned into pleasure. Nails found his broad shoulders, just ghosting over the skin. “Okay, okay. I’m good.” You nodded, eyes still closed.

He started his thrusts at a slow pace, still unsure how ready you were. Especially when your head was already thrown back and your jaw hanging open with shallow moans already escaping. Your nails finally dug in, earning a sharp inhale. But it didn’t pain Oscar, actually, it felt too good. “Fuck me properly.” You told him.

“You gonna ask nicely?”

Any idea of continuing with the banter ended when he slowed his thrusts almost to a stop. You whined. “Please! Please just fuck me!”

He grinned, picking up the pace of his thrusts, his hips near slamming into yours. Obscene repeats of ah! ah! ah! echoed around the walls, tangling with low groans from Oscar when he felt your nails dig lines down his back, and the wet squelching and slapping. It was straight from a porno.

Oscar looked down, trying to catch a glimpse of where your bodies meet. Big fucking mistake.

“Oh, fuck.” He groaned, seeing his dick poke through your lower stomach with every thrust. The sight was too much, getting him too close too quick.

“Look at you, look at how well you take me.” He groaned, directing your eyes to witness what he was. “So fuckin’ perfect for me.”

The sight and his words drew a high pitched moan out of you, your stomach tightening. “I can feel you’re getting close, squeezing me.” He groaned, throwing his head back. “Fuck, you’re amazing.”

Another high pitched moan rang off the walls. “Oscar! Please! ‘M gonna cum!” Your nails dug in father. He was sure you drew blood, but he didn’t care. It felt too good.

“Go on, I’ve got you.”

That’s all you needed to let go, gushing your release all over his cock. You squeezed him tight. It’s all he needed to cum with you, moaning your name, telling you how pretty you look all fucked out.

After he cleaned you up, he came to lay beside you. You were only half awake by then.

“No wonder you’ve never gotten disqualified for being underweight.” You mumble, instinctively cuddling into him.

He let you, wrapping his arms around you, laughing at your joke. “I don’t think we can say we hate each other after that.”

“Hm. Maybe you can’t, but I can.”

He smiled. “Fine. But only if we can do this again.”

You looked up at him, lazy smile and eyes only half open. “That good, huh?”

“Best I’ve ever had.” He shrugged. “Even if you did make me bleed.”

Your brows furrowed. “What?”

Oscar carefully pulled away from you, turning his back to you. You gasped. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” You reached out, pads of your fingers brushing over the wounds—no longer bleeding.

He shrugged, lying back down, tangling with you once more. “It’s okay.” He hesitated. “It felt kind of good.” He admitted.

You chuckled, resting your head over his beating heart. “Guess I’ll remember that for the next time.” You grinned.

[pipsqueaks89934]

Yandere Mershark x Mermaid reader

Warnings: the reader is kinda dumb, non-con, dub-con, marking, kidnapping, and biting.

You were swimming in the ocean, looking for a new shipwreck to explore so you could find cool new human things to add to your collection. Once you found a shipwreck you immediately began to swim over to it so you could find human stuff. As you checked out the sunken ship you hadn't noticed that you wandered a little too far and accidentally and unintentionally went into the Mershark territory without realizing it. You were too distracted in the human stuff to realize that a Mershark had snuck into the shipwreck and found you digging through a giant container while you threw things that you didn't like out and putting the stuff you did like in a bag you made of seaweed and other ocean plants. As you dug through the container you still were not aware of the Mershark silently sneaking up on you until you felt a large pair of arms wrap around your chubby waist, making a scream erupt from your throat.

“Hey, little one you're a long way from home aren't you?” the Mershark said as he turned you around so you two could be face to face.

“Who are you?” you squeal as you try to get away from the Mershark.

“I’m Alon,” he said as he played with a small chunk of your hair while keeping you in a strong grip. “And you're in my territory.”

“I’m so sorry,” you mumble as you give up trying to get out of his grip. “I’ll leave and never come back, I promise!”

“But then who will be my mate?” he asked with a smirk.

“I don't know!” you said as you started trying to get out of his grasp.

“Don't worry I'm not going to hurt you,” he said with a smirk that showed off his sharp teeth. “Too much!”

“No, please, I'm sorry!” you cry as he starts to swim out of the shipwreck with you in his arms.

He swam deeper and deeper into the ocean until you two reached a cove.

“Where are we?” you ask as you look around the small cove.

“Our new home!” he said while holding you from the back.

“Home?” you ask while looking at him with a scared look in your eyes.

“Yes,” he said while putting his head in the nook of your neck before kissing it gently. “Should I mark you now or while we mate?”

“What?” you ask as you try to push his head away.

“You're right,” he said before pinning you to the sea floor. “Why wait?”

The next thing you know you are being held down while the shark above you thrusts into your warmth at a fast pace.

“Fuck,” he groaned while he kept the pace he set earlier. “I’m gonna mark you in a minute, I know you mermaids like to have a mark to show off!”

All you could do was squeak, chirp, and whimper as the shark man thrust into you as hard as he could.

“Does it feel good my little fishy?” he asked as he looked down at you with a smirk on his handsome and chiseled face.

You tried not to think about how hot the Mershark on top of you was as he continued to fuck you.

“Answer!” he said angrily while grabbing your face so you could look back at him.

I don't remember looking away.

“N…no…” you whimper out as you try not to cry.

“Aww why didn't you say anything baby?” he cooed with fake pity before going slower.

“Ah!” you moan as he started to go slower.

“Does it feel good now?” he smirked as he hit all the good spots inside you at just the right pace.

You nodded your head as you felt something build up in your stomach. As the feeling grew you put your webbed claws on Alon’s shoulders so you could hold on to him as he thrusted into you. As you came you dug your sharp claws into his shoulders (accidentally making him bleed) before slumping down to the ocean floor. After a few more powerful thrusts he bottomed out and stayed there for a few seconds before you felt something fill you up.

“It's okay little fish,” he said soothingly as he rubbed your face. “It's just my eggs you will be okay.”

All you did was nod your head as you felt your eyelids getting heavy.

“I will never let you leave my side little fish,” he said with a smirk as he cuddled up beside you, making sure to hold you tight in his big arms. “Especially when you are the mother of our kids.”

[sweetshuga]

❝𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒏𝒐 𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔.❞

starring 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐

⟡ 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕! ⋆ bsf!matt ⋆ pet names ⋆ pnv ⋆ big dick!matt ⋆ size kink ⋆ praise kink (?) ⋆ more.

You’d been purposely teasing Matt ever since you learned that he was attracted to you in that way. You’d dress in more skin revealing clothes than normal when you hung out with him, or you’d go without a bra — sometimes even going commando.

And the worst part? You’d always tell him about it during a lull in your conversation or just bring it up casually then immediately talk about something else as if you didn’t just plant dirty thoughts in his head.

Today, however, Matt had enough of your teasing.

You were sitting on his couch, legs crossed casually, wearing that damned sundress that draped over your curves in a way that had his jeans tightening.

“You know... going without panties is really nice — feels so breezy down there,” you said, idly scrolling through insta reels as if you didn’t just tell your best friend that you weren’t wearing any underwear.

The different audios coming from your phone filled in the silence, but none helped matt distract himself from his increasingly inappropriate thoughts.

Matt’s jaw muscles ticked, his pupils dilating and eyes turning dark with desire. His body betrayed him as his cock began to harden and he discreetly adjusted himself while his eyes raked over your body.

His tongue darted out to wet his lips, throat going dry at the thought of you sitting beside him in nothing but one piece of clothing.

You were definitely doing this on purpose.

“You’re really fucking pushing it.” He murmured, voice low and husky with barely controlled lust.

“What?” You pretended not to understand what he meant, but the smile in your voice gave way to your oblivious act.

“Don’t fucking play dumb with me-” he cut himself off, taking a deep, shaky breath before continuing with gritted teeth. “I. had. enough.”

Before you could react, you were manhandled into a position matt wanted you in — draped over the couch. your knees dug into the cushions and your hands gripped the backrest of the couch as you tried to balance yourself.

Matt pulled up the hem of your dress until your bare ass was on display, his fingers immediately sinking into the supple flesh of your cheeks before he pulled them apart to reveal your glistening pussy.

His cock twitched in his jeans at the sight of your arousal.

“Fuuck, sweetheart, you’re dripping.” Matt groaned. “I... I need to be inside you,” he murmured urgently, but didn’t do anything about it since he wanted to know if you wanted it too.

“Tell me we can’t — tell me to stop... Because I don’t think I can control myself from taking you right here on this fucking couch.” His breathing was ragged, his voice taking an almost desperate tone.

“Don’t stop, please.” Your plea shattered whatever he had left of his self-control and he quickly unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans, fumbling slightly before finally freeing himself.

His heavy, veiny length slapped against his stomach when he pulled down his boxers, standing tall and proud and already leaking precum.

Matt spit on his palm and wrapped his fingers around himself, pumping his length to lubricate it before teasing your drenched slit with his tip, groaning lowly at the warm wetness coating his cockhead.

You both moaned softly when he slowly pushed his tip inside. his hands held your hips tightly as he thrust forward, pushing almost all of his length inside you in one smooth motion.

“Oh-oh my g-god,” you stuttered, slightly overwhelmed by the feeling of being stuffed full of matt.

He began to move, his fingers digging into your hips as he fucked you in languid, deep strokes — each one deep enough for his tip to kiss your cervix.

“Thaat’s right, baby... Fuck yourself on my dick.” Matt groaned when you began to push back against him, your ass meeting his hips with wet smacks. “Just-juust like that... Take every fucking inch — oh, fuuckk--”

The lewd sounds of his cock plowing in and out of your sopping cunt filled the living room — along with your pleasure-filled, needy moans and his low groans and grunts.

Matt noticed the way your inner walls fluttered around his length and he knew you were close. His hips stuttered at the knowledge that he was making you feel this good, his own pleasure growing.

His hand snaked around to rub your clit in quick circles and his free arm wrapped around your waist, keeping you in place as he began to really fuck you.

“C’mon, baby, cum for me... Cum on your best friend’s cock.” matt rasped, his hips slapping against your ass with enough force for you to recoil forward, but his arm around your waist had you unable to move away from the intensity of it all.

Your whole body tensed when you finally let go — a powerful orgasm ripping through you. your pussy squeezed him soo good, so much so he couldn’t help but groan loudly.

“Good girl... Your pussy feels fucking amazing,” Matt leaned down and whispered, letting his lips graze the shell of your ear, his chest flush against your back.

He fucked you through your orgasm but slowed down enough for you catch your breath. He nuzzled his face in your neck, his breath hot against your skin.

“One more... I need more.” Matt whispered, his hips moving slowly, face still buried in your neck as he kissed and nipped at the sensitive skin there.

“You’re addictive.”

© 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔𝒉𝒖𝒈𝒂

⟡ 𝟎.𝟗𝒌 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 ⸝⸝ 𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆!

ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ 𝖎𝖘𝖆’𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖘 ་༘࿐ Pretend you didn’t see me make another new account just to delete it again lol

[lolita-lollipop]

Red

You, a mere farm girl, has found herself living a nightmare after hearing countless town rumors of a barbarian society moving west. A quiet girl in a quiet town is faced with many shocking discoveries in a matter of two days.

the day was hot, miserably so. the sun beating down on your bare back with an unrelenting warmth, making your work twenty times harder. The sun even warmed up the dirt and stone lying underneath your bare feet, working the fields barefoot was already hard enough, the burning sensation under your feet made it no easier.

You couldn't remember the last time you had water, or any form of nutrition. They didn't bother feeding the "low class" likes of you anymore, field and cattle workers, endlessly working for the sake of producing cash crops and cattle for the village. It wasn't slavery, they couldn't call it slavery as it had been outlawed for years now in this kingdom. Even so, you were paid dirt and were treated as slaves always had been.

you worked and worked and worked night and day, in every season of the year for the "sake of the village" they would say, you among a small group of farm workers lived in a small barn out back, with no insulation or form of bathroom. you shared one room between sixteen workers a small space not fit for even two.

Every day, all day, you would find yourself in a similar situation to this one, in a small sack of a dress covered in dirt, knees on the ground with your hands enveloped completely in dirt either pulling weeds from the ground or planting small seeds for potatoes or carrots or the occasional beet, with the hot sun beating down on your back, heaving and panting. just like you always did, you dug through the soil, pulling out weeds, your bare feet digging into the dirt behind you, burning with the heat of the sun. you were humming an old lullaby your mother used to sing before she died, peacefully doing your work no matter how hot and miserable you should be.

your humming came to a halt when you heard a burst of girly young giggles echo through the field off in the distance, the village girls. They would sometimes come out here for fun, either to make fun of the workers or to run around the fields, the owners didn't care so neither did you, if the rich kids liked the farm than so did their parents, meaning more money for everybody but you. You found yourself envious of their freedom in life. They didn't have to work, not like you did. You were about the same age, yet they were dressed in pretty sundresses with bows in their hair, while you were reduced to something akin to a potato sack, hair tied back in plain looking ponytail, they were plump and round and beautiful while you stayed frail and skinny and sickly looking.

You found yourself staring at them, hidden among the plants and crops, unseen by their unfocused eyes, it was easy to just drift off, to imagine yourself giggling with them, being part of their group, gossiping about the town rumors. It was a nice thought. unachievable, but nice.

"Did you hear about that foreighn kingdom conquering west?" they giggled to each other, clearly not noticing you tucked behind the corn rows. You had yet to hear anything about any foreign kingdom, then again you were fairly uninformed, your only news coming from your colleagues or your boss, who spoke to you once or twice a month. The two other girls let out false-sounding gasps, intrigued.

"I know right? My father speaks about the towns they've conquered. Apparently, it's brutal, they leave no survivors and burn the fields and town. " The girl's giggles became hushed and quiet as she went on, listening intently with wide eyes, you sat behind the plants. They were smiling as she said all of this, wasn't this supposed to be sad, be awful? how could they laugh at the destruction of so many towns? So many lives?

"My mother has been talking about the same things! Apparently, a couple survivors tried to come into town, and the guards sent them packing though. Good thing too, they looked dirty. dirt belongs in the field, not in a home." she brought her hand to her lips and let out a giggle, the rest followed suit while you stared. You couldn't tell if they were being serious, they lived ina different world, that much was obvious.

"Ive heard stories! How they kill the women and children in front of their families, burn down homes and villages, apparently their leader is the worst of them. The biggest and strongest and meanest" she snickered in a disgusting, prissy rich way.

"We dont have to worry of course, they would spare us, father would pay them all the money in the world. Its the low levels who should be worried." They all erupted in giggles at that one, and all looked towards your fellow workers, pointing at their clothes and matted hair and dirty hands. You were apart of the "low levels" as they had said, you hated that. And you hated these girls for making you feel less than them just for not being born with a roof over your head.

You scowled at them, now hating them with all of your energy. Maybe it was best that you stayed away from them, it makes sense why you aren't part of their clique, why you never would be part of their clique. Fuck them, and their high-class prissy fathers. You let out a sigh and tried to back up, wanting to disappear among the plants, accidentally cracking a stick with your bare foot and letting a hiss. All of their heads snapped towards your hidden spot.

"Who's there?" The snooty one with the high pitched nasally voice screeched out. You slapped your hand over your mouth, inching back as fast as you could without making noise, the owners of the farm would beat you if they knew you were eavesdropping on the high class girls.

"Its probably one of those workers" the other hissed, poison laced in her tone.

"Come out freak! you like listening on our conversation?" You ran as they yelled for you, abandoning your seeds and work. Their taunts followed you, however eventually their voices quieted and you were left with the shocking information that a foreign barbarian kingdom was migrating west. You were west, and so was your village. They were moving towards you, especially if the survivors from a raid were close enough to walk on foot to your village, they had to be close.

By the time the sun went down and all the workers were in the servants quarters you were able to ask your questions, the younger workers knew nothing, but the elderly and middle aged were willing to tell the stories from their younger times of the war. You had never taken a history class, or any class at all for that matter so you had no clue about anything they would say, you hadn't even known that there was a war.

They were foreigners who lived among the trees and the mountains, known for brutal manslaughter, they weren't human, that much a clear. They were giant apparently, after and stronger and larger,ith predatory instincts and habits, they were like animals. . They even lived longer. The eldest of the women here had been in one of the village raids all those years ago, they killed her entire family while she was hiding in the closet, then burned her house down, leaving her with burn scars all over her body. They told stories of torture and theft and assault, and the worst part about it was that they had no motive other than bloodlust, they looted homes, but they never demanded money or women or crops. Nobody knew what they wanted, they never told the towns their demands, they would just come and go, leaving fire and death in their dust.

The fact that they were approaching closer and closer as the days ticked by, left you shaking.

Mentions of their brutal leader left you even more fearful, as he preyed on the weak. Tearing out the throats of innocents and ignoring pleas or cries for help. You were weak. Like all those he has killed.

You went to sleep that night hoping that it was all just rumors, silly townsfolk gossip that the girls made up to fill the boredom and free time.

needless to say, you didn't sleep much that night.

---

When you woke up,the quarters were empty, you shared a bed with four other people, so waking up without the company of another was quite jarring. At first, you jolted out of bed, terrified of missing the morning work, knowing it would surely receive you a beating. However the others would wake you up if you had not arisen with the rest, and it was still quite dark outside, so that simply hadn't made any sense. looking around, the room was in a state of disarray, the beds oddly moved around, the thin blankets strewn about, and the little belongings that all of you had were either gone or thrown around the room. What had happened while you were asleep, and more importantly, how had you slept through it?

then, the smell of smoke hit you.

Thick and heavy it brought bile to your throat, this wasn't a forest fire or campfire, this wasn't something where empty air was burning, this smelled like meat, like flesh and bone being burned. you gagged, covering your mouth and nose with the thin fabric of the blanket. you stumbled out the creaky door of your quarters, coughing and trying to block the smell out, but were halted in your tracks.

Fire. Fire everywhere. The farm, the house, even the forest around. The only thing left untouched was the animal barn, thank god. Your eyes widened as you took in the sight of acres of land ablaze, weeks and weeks of work lit with slivers of red and yellow light. The warmth radiating off of it burned your face. were you dreaming? this must be some form of a dream.

dream or not, you were in danger.

Once you were able to get over the initial shock of your home being literally lit on fire, you tried to tune into any other noises than the crackling sound of flames. Anything to hint where you should go, where you should run. You had never left this farm, your mother was a slave here before it was outlawed, and you were born into the work, forbidden to leave. Not once had you stepped foot into town, and you certainly have never left the town. You didn't know where to go.

Then you heard it, the screams. people, so many people screaming, you didn't know where to go, but it would be in the opposite direction of wherever that was, whatever was making that noise. So, with a very impulsive decision you ran away from the screams, into the direction of an empty winding dirt road, you tried to think logically, if you could find someone then you could follow them and figure out where to go.

The quiet running was harsh on your bare feet, sprinting down the empty dirt road as quietly as you could was not easy for somebody medically unwell and malnourished. However, there would be much time later to sulk over achy bones and pained feet. Was there anybody even here? you could still smell the stench, although it was getting softer. However, you still clutched the cotton blanket in your hand. Your pace slowed as exhaustion kicked in, and to your luck, you heard voices. Not quiet and soft like the ones you were used to, loud and boisterous. men.

you found yourself frozen on the trail, listening in on the conversation as best as you could you inched to the side of the road, trying to hide among the trees. They looked strange, not dressed all properly like the owner of the farm or the village girls you had seen. Their clothes were woven in a precise ay you had never seen before, jewels and beads hung from their hair and necks, chests bare and blood splattered.The more you stared, the weirder and weirder they looked, too large, too muscular, their voices too harsh. inhuman sounding.

"The towns already a fucking gonor, chief said to wait to set the forest on fire till he was done in the homes" One of the Men laughed out with a menacing cackle, his shoulders shaking, the others seemed too happy, too excited to be starting fires. They were up to this.

"Those guards were a riot though. All tough until they realized we weren't going down "Please spare me!" and "We'll let you in we swear!"" the other mocked in a high-pitched voice. They laughed along as they mocked the guards of your town. As they walked down the road, getting closer and closer to you by the second, you were now able to see blood all over them, splattered on their strange clothing. Your breath hitched as they passed you, still hiding in the bushes by the side of the road.

Thank god they hadn't seen you, whoever they were, they clearly would not do you well. Two giant men conversing about arson and the death of the town guards were not anybody you wanted to mess with.

wait.

The realization hit you like a brick. These were the foreign raiders from the east. How were you so stupid, how had you let yourself forget in the span of a couple hours? They were tearing your town apart just like the others before. That's why your farm was ablaze. Thats why your Coworkers were gone. Thats why you heard screaming.

Your breath hitched as a couple tears left your eyes, you clutched the blanket in your hand, oh god, your town was going to be one of many trampled and raided beyond repair. your knees began to quiver along with your hands, you were a gonor. you had to run. now.

Stumbling back from the shock of the realization, you turned to quietly make your way further down the road, away from the town, away from those men. They were far enough that they wouldn't hear your quiet footsteps, you were sure of it. So you held your breath and pulled away from the tree, staying in the dark.

However, while your footsteps were quiet as a mouse, the same white blanket that had brought you comfort just moments ago had doomed you, when you had maneuvered away so focused on the quietness of your footsteps, you had failed to notice that delicate cotton blanket had gotten snagged on a tree branch. pulling away from you and causing a loud snap in the branches. Your breath hitched as you stared at the tree with wide eyes, stumbling back and letting the blanket free from your hand. You sent a glance at the two men who had been meters away, praying for their hearing to be weaker than their muscles.

They were instead, standing feet away from you, staring directly at you.

A whimper escaped your lips as you backed away in fear, turning on your heel and making a move to run directly backwards. Not before the taller of the two could reach out and grab the collar of the sack you called a dress, yanking you back and knocking the wind out of you. before you knew it you were lifted off the ground with one arm by the collar of your dress, staring in terror as the eight foot tall man in front of you looked down with excited eyes. He flashed a smile with all too sharp teeth, sending you sprialing into endless fear.

The other said something in what sounded like a foreign language, not something you would ever understand. Before you could move, the larger of the two bendy down and smelled the air right next to you, with that his smile dropped and the two locked eyes. Some kind of realization hit them as well, while you remained unknowing and absolutely terrified.

"well, looks like we missed one, didnt we?" he questioned with a deep voice, the fear alone sent your heart into a free fall, beating out of control. you couldn't breathe, your lungs pulsing in and out against your will as panic flooded them. spots clouded yourision as the man continued to say something, and with one breath you felt your consciousness slip out from under your feet.

---

you woke up lying on the hard feeling of cement stones, the stench from the fire before worse than you had ever smelled it, sending you into a fit of coughs. Squinting your eyes open, you were able to see small cottage-like buildings, you were in the village, weren't you? You were in the square judging by the large open space of square stones. with heavy eyelids you tried to unblur your vision, and as you did, you found that cold sense of panic enveloping your bloodstream yet again. red, red everywhere. you were sitting in a puddle of it.

Silently freaking out, you pushed yourself up with weak limbs, trying your best to stand, you couldn't remember what had happened, but you were still alive, that's what was important. looking around none of those men were near, but the fires were. should you even bother running? would they come back and catch you. there was blood soaked through your dress, your head ached, and you found your bare feet wet with the blood of the townsfolk.

you found yourself dry heaving due to the stench, tears escaping your eyes, all while stumbling around the square in the meantime. your attention was immediately drawn to the high pitched screaming of what sounded to be a girl. finding the sound with your eyes, it was one of the girls from the farm, white bow still tied in her hair. She was lying on the ground, a pool of blood lying at where her head had met the stone just moments ago, her hands were up above her head in a shield-like motion.

"Please! Please! I can pay you anything you want! Money and jewels or crops I swear I am no commoner! I just need my father! Please!" she screamed up, your eyes panned up from the girl lying on the ground to a man. not just a man, a giant. at least ten feet tall with arms a width larger than your head, he had icy hair that seemed to stick out in every direction like an explosion, and eyes. oh god. his eyes were red as the blood surrounding him, piercing and raging more so than anything you had ever seen. He was looking down at her like she was a bug ready to be squashed, with such hatred that you could swear he had a personal vendetta.

This was him, this was the infamous leader that was ever-so talked about. and he exceeded expectations, this man was a walking nightmare, fear itself packed into ten feet of muscle and blonde hair. You hadn't even realized his plans until his foot came down on her head, and with a crunch, the screaming came to an abrupt halt.

For the third time in two days, you found yourself frozen, staring at somebody you would never dare to talk to. And for the third time,they were staring right back at you.

The giant man flicked his boot as red splattered on the ground next to him, all while still staring at you, he let the girl's wrist go, and dropped her body to the ground with a thump. he made slow strides to a frozen little you, each step sending shivers down your spine, as you stumbled back, finally able to move, he was already inches in front of you, leaning over to be face to face.

You didn't bother running, learning from your mistakes that running results in nothing and you still get caught. Instead, you met his eyes for a moment, finding something else deep down. He was leaned over, bent down on one knee, inches away from your face. this was it, you give up. you're dead.

you squinted your eyes closed, deciding it would be best not to look as you met your inevitable death, face to face with the grim reaper himself, you chose not to stare him in the eye. peacefully accepting your fate. You waited for impact, waited to feel something hit you over the head or knock your kneecaps out. You waited for something, anything to end your miserable existence.

but it never came.

your hands quivering, your heart pittering in your chest at five hundred beats per minute. tears running freely down your cheeks, catching dirt and blood on the way down. A hand gently met your face, cupping your cheek, You peeled your eyes open to meet his own piercing crimson globes.

And to your surprise, the man smiled. not like the smile the others gave you, not like a predator bearing its teeth, but a genuine smile, one that you had only ever seen worn by your mother.

"Pretty" he grumbled out, an accent hanging over his voice. it was deep and gravelly and powerful. his giant hand came up to touch your cheek and wipe your tears away, wiping dirt and blood off with his fingertips. This hands could crush your neck with ease if he wanted to, but he wont. Why wont he?

"Why are you doing this?" you sobbed out, finding every last ounce of fight left in you to pull back from his touch and defiantly meeting his crimson gaze once more. your breathing shallow, you felt at risk of feinting once more. He tilted his head with a questioning grunt, and you decided to play your luck once more.

"Why do you raid my village, what have you to gain? You sobbed in his face and his smile shifted and morphed slowly into a frown, he cocked his head even further, his face twisting up into confusion.

"This is not a raid, we do not raid. were not cruel. " His gruff voice continued to send shivers down your spine, yet his words let rage flow through your bones. hundreds dead, maybe thousands, all of your friends, and family even, probably also dead. and this "wasn't a raid" according to him. you couldn't find it in yourself to care that he was twice your height, and quadruple your strength, you wanted to hit him so hard that he would feel it for days, even if it meant breaking your wrist.

"Theyre all dead, why? We have done nothing." You couldn't believe you were talking to one of them right now, you could barely believe that you had the courage to even muster a word, let alone a whole conversation. His hand found your waist, the other touching your face once more. What the hell was happening? surrounded by blood and death and this man, no, this thing was touching youso lovingly. the shivering of your hands threatened to come back again as you held his gaze.

"We look for our mates, and we prove that we are strong enough to be worth your time." The second the words left his mouth youwere once again reminded that he was anything but a human, they were creatures of nature, you'd seen squirells and horses and cows find mates, never humans. but you were stupid to think he was even remotely close to a human. the words had your face twisting in distress, and you stumbling back, your consciousness threatening to slip from under you once more.

"mates?" you questioned, voice wavering with uncertainty. this could not be happening, you could not be talking about love surrounded by bodies on top of bodies in a burning town with a man who wasn't really a man and instead a foreign alien like giant creature.

"mates,

you."

and with those words your eyes rolled back into your skull and your consciousness slipped through the cracks of the stone, you fell forward and the man was glad to catch you. standing up with you in his arms was a triumphant moment for him, finding his mate as a real, as a king was a monumentous occasion. you were his, undeniably his. he had finally found you.

katsuki bakugou had finally found his mate.

[xoluvx]

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"does that feel good?" she whispered watching the way your face contorted in pleasure. she was asking a question that could easily be answered by the pout on your lips and furrowed brows. it was more than good. the way she curled her fingers and held your thighs open was electrifying. your skin was coated with goosebumps as you held your breath biting down on your lip so hard it'd leave a nasty mark. you whimpered jolting your hips when her fingers dug deeper, nearly knuckle deep. you gripped her wrist teetering on the edge of your orgasm.

"i know, i know-" she teased feigning a frown as she moved her thumb over your clit impossibly slow as she fingers buried themselves impossibly deep. you were ready to explode. you could feel the tightness building. it was coiling in the pit of your stomach. every inch of your body was covered in goosebumps. this had been going on for what seemed like hours and every time you got closer, she'd do something to bring you right back to the beginning. there were no clear signs of this ending in the horizon; just her pointed words and her mocking tone holding you hostage in that room.

"i'm so-" you gasped holding her wrist "-so close," you breathed jolting your hips when her thumb pressed down on your clit and she moved her arm in a way that made the pressure rise tenfold between your legs. her palm pressed down on your cunt, rubbing as her fingers fucked you in a way that was going to ruin you once you were granted permission to cum.

"so close?" she whispered with raised brows as if she didn't know that you were so close to unraveling. you were hanging on by a thread and her fingers were controlling the string. you nodded desperately breathing heavily almost choking on your own saliva. you swallowed and hung your mouth open gasping for air as you clung to the bedsheets under your burning body.

"but you're doing so well for me. i think you can hold on a little longer," she added smiling devilishly before planting her lips on your cheek. she could taste the saltiness on your skin from ours of teasing and edging. you shut your eyes and whimpered leaning into her touch. you felt the heat of her kiss rush down to your nipples, tingling down your body and to the bottom of your feet as you throbbed on her digits. clenching, pulling her deeper.

"please, please" you breathed no longer able to hold it. you felt lightheaded and you weren't sure how much more of this you could take.

"please what?" she whispered against your cheek. her free hand cupping your jaw holding you from squirming. she wanted her lips pressed on your warm skin and she wanted to feel your warm breath trickling down her hand.

"please, let me cum" you croaked gasping for air as your body quivered. the bottom of your feet felt as if they were pricked by needles each time she moved her hand in the slightest way. she turned your face. fingers digging into your cheeks. eyes dark with lust.

"cum for me," she instructed. voice raspy and just as desperate to have you cum on her fingers. she wanted to feel the pulse on her digits. she wanted to feel you released the pent up tension. she wanted to feel you crush her fingers and see that look on your face. the one of pure bliss and satisfaction. she ran her thumb along your bottom lip massaging the red print from your teeth before cupping your face again, wrapping you in gentle kiss; wrapping you in softness and tenderness.

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Euphoric Entanglement

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SUMMARY: Nervously moving over to his place after a date making do with his small dorm bed for your first time together. WARNINGS/TAGS: Established Relationship, Smut, Mention of Spit

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Watching as Viktor fumbled with the key to his dorm, breath heavy, having pulled away from your lips seconds ago. Hand planted on your hip, giving him support, while you're on, look out.

Having finished your date late, you both nervously danced around the subject of going back to one of your places, both deciding on his, as you had roommates who would love to put their ears up to the door.

Growing impatient with Viktor, quickly taking over his shaky attempt, finally getting the key in before kissing his lips and dragging him in. Not bothering to look around the dorm, only to shut the door behind you, making sure the door is locked.

Feeling Viktor's hand guide you through to the bed by your hips, with one small nudge you fall onto the bed. Taking in the view of Viktor's breathless state, cheeks highlighted pink, hair messed from your hungered hands that pulled the dark locks that earned moans that hummed in the kiss.

Glancing down at his hands that still tightly gripped your hips, keeping you lined with the growing outline of his cock. Taking the lead, Viktor leans down, smashing his lips against yours again, tasting the hunger and heat they fed you while his hips rocked you.

Shaky at first, but quickly finding his rhythm as muffled moans poured out of both of you. Fingers dug into his shoulders and scalp as he pulled your hips down, needing the heated friction against his clothed cock.

Eyes closed, going only by feeling, the bed dipping next to your shoulder as Viktor's hands traveled down fingers, playing roughly with the hem of your clothing. Releasing your nails from his shoulder, helping the eager man to undo them, with a pop of a button, you slide them off. Refusing to leave your lips, he undid his, refusing to let you look at his cock as he struggles nervously trying to find his way into you.

Brows furrowing as his cock finally slides into you, awaking every nerve, slowly flooding up to your face, the heat mixed with tears that brimmed at the edges of your eyes. Releasing from his lips, digging your head back into the thick sheets, smelling of Viktor.

Tilting your head to the side with hands gripping Viktor's body as he too is overwhelmed by the rush of pleasure, forcing his recovery with shaky thrusts, feeling as if he were to crumble by going any faster.

Though slow, he carved deeply into you, flooding not only your senses by month with thin spit pooling around your tongue as if drooling at the euphoric entanglement, while thicker spit covered your teeth and lips stretching with your open mouth as you gasped loudly calling for your Viktor.

Finding a spot in the nook of your neck, lips warmly dancing along your skin, lips just as hungry as his hips as they found their supported rhythm. Moans growing a loud echo in the box-size dorm room followed along with the sound of the small bed squeezing under the harsh movement of Viktor's thrusts.

Thighs slapping against your skin as moans crawled up your throat, leaving your vocal cords raw and hoarse, almost buzzing. Suddenly feeling as Viktor's hand leaves your hip, now pulling your face down, forcing your lips to collide, spit mixing as his thrust became sloppy and unstable.

Choked gasps echoed into the rough kiss as Viktor's buckled hips pulled away, hand no longer on your face but on his cock pumping cum onto your skin. Quickly becoming exhausted, all the bliss of adrenaline now disappearing into the night, leaving you both sweaty and out of breath with an itch for more lingering.

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The Graveyard Shift: Chapter II

Simon Riley x f!Reader

Author's Note: Credit goes to @gloomwitchwrites and this specific post for inspiring this fic! This idea has lived in my mind rent free for weeks now, so I'm finally just going to do something about it.

Summary: Simon Riley is a lonely grave keeper in Victorian England who puts a marriage proposal ad in the London newspaper. He's ready to make his house a home, but can he convince his new wife that he can be her safe space, or will the secret she carries threaten their newfound happiness?

Warnings: abusive marriages (not Simon), allusions to SA in later chapters (not explicit)

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Simon Riley woke, as he always did, thirty minutes before the sun. Alone. He baked biscuits and a single slice of bacon for breakfast, let Riley out into the woods behind the cottage to conduct his business, and ate on the wicker chair by the front steps. He waited for his tea to cool enough that he could swallow it in one great mouthful, and when the sun had risen high enough to ricochet off the gravestones and cast the world in a blue hue, he took his bag of digging tools and set off into the graveyard with Riley at his heels. 

Riley meandered about the stones, shoving his black nose into the grassy earth and hunting for creatures that swam in the deep, dark crust, blind and protected. Simon paid little mind to his dog as he carefully plucked the weeds from each and every gravestone. He scrubbed at the moss and fungi that bloomed in whorls along the engravings, only whistling on occasion to remind Riley not to disturb the wildflowers that grew in gentle tufts. There were no new graves to dig. No new headstones to carve. Today was just about the gardening.

It was hard labor, but quiet. Pensive. Not at all the grotesque task people made it out to be. Simon liked to think he was but a visitor to the souls that might be roaming the graves. Liked to think that they approved of the careful selection of flowers he planted along the edges of the graveyard, or the way he trimmed the grass right up to the stone markers. Or the way he remembered to pluck and discard every branch that had been snapped in the previous night’s rainfall. 

He was halfway through the workday, sweat collecting at the seam of his cap when he heard Father Hughes’ familiar, asthmatic heaving up the hill. The spindly man appeared slowly over the crest and then all at once. His clean cap and narrow black clothes gave the impression that he was always pointing to God — a fitting appearance for the tallest clergyman that anyone had seen on this side of Kent. 

Simon took off his cap in welcome, silently trudging back to his house to set the kettle on for Father Hughes. The clergyman stumbled in after, rapidly folding himself into the nearest chair and rubbing his chest. 

“Lord have mercy on me,” he huffed, “That hill will be the death of me.” 

Simon chuckled good naturedly, waiting for the exact moment Father Hughes would once again forget his height and slam his knee into the kitchen table. The moment came soon after with a brusque, polite, “Good heavens!” Then Simon placed the teacup on the table. 

“God bless you, Simon. I’m glad I caught you at home—” there were few other places Simon frequented “—for I have good news!” He slid a short stack of letters across the table, all of them still stamped and sealed. “I would have delivered them sooner, but alas, I needed to visit the Tomlins all of last week.” 

Simon nodded in understanding, busying himself with frying a slice of bread over the fireplace. He knew very well that the youngest son, William Tomlin had passed away after a long bout of sickness. He had dug the grave after all. 

“Thank you, Father Hughes,” he answered in his low, sandpaper voice. 

Simon could not read. He could only sign his name and had a steady enough hand to engrave the gravestones so long as he followed someone else’s marks. Father Hughes took care of all else. Simon waited as the clergyman cracked open the first letter and read the contents aloud. 

“Margaret Tacker. 19 years old of London. A conduit for the spirits—”

“No occultists.” He couldn’t stand the ones looking to make cheap money off someone else’s tragedy. They could go haunt someone else’s graveyard but not his. 

Father Hughes opened the next two letters but didn’t bother reading them to Simon before he rolled them up and shot them into the fireplace. A wave of sparks spit out onto the floor where Simon kneeled, but the man didn’t so much as flinch, only pulled up the thin scarf he covered his mouth with when working in the graveyard, and continued cooking.

“Alice Bingham. 48 years—well that’s a bit too old for you.” 

Simon sighed as another letter was fed to the flames. The advert had gone out only once in the London papers two weeks ago and although a fair few women had responded, none had been of promise. Most were of the spiritual trend that spread through the cities like wildfire more interested in disturbing the spirits that Simon tended to than finding a husband. The other third were, as Father Hughes liked to judge them, harlots and thieves. Simon had scoffed when Father Hughes had first uttered those words — a grave keeper was hardly of any worth to a woman after money — but even he had to agree that their letters did not entice him, and he so desperately wanted a wife.

He wondered if he was being too choosy. A man of his age and profession could not afford to be select with women, especially not one so lonely as Simon with only Riley and Father Hughes for company. And yet he had hoped to find someone who might care for him. Someone he could take care of in kind. 

It was Father Hughes’ silence that caught Simon’s attention as he slid over a buttered piece of fried toast. The cookware squeaked across the scuffed table and crumbs fell into Father Hughes’ wiry beard as he chewed and pondered the final letter.

“Y/n Hall of London, though originally born of Henley-on-Thames, Oxfordshire, where the weather is no better or worse than anywhere else. 25 years of age. Can sew, knit, cook, clean, read, and sing (passably). Would enjoy gardening if given the chance. Of small upbringing. Quiet and of respectable countenance. Never married.”

Simon snatched up the photo that Father Hughes held the moment the letter was read. Very few of the women sent photos, though most wrote of facial features too perfect to be true. It was a common tintype, slightly blurred from movement so that the edges of her hair and dress seemed to merge into the background. A soft, solemn face stared back at him with eyes so deep he thought he might fall forward into the picture and disappear forever. Although she did not smile for the picture, he swore he saw the faintest turn in her cheeks that suggested she did, at least on occasion, laugh. 

“Anything else?” Simon asked breathlessly. His heart should not have been beating so quickly in his chest, nor his cheeks as warm as they were. He tugged his scarf up higher, hiding behind the dark cloth until only two plain, brown eyes looked out.

“There is a return address to a bishop in London, but nothing else.” 

Simon memorized every line that had been read to him. It wasn’t so dreary in the countryside as it was in London, and if she was interested in gardening, she could help him expand the herb selection behind the cottage. He could ask Father Hughes for books. He could—

He froze. He was imagining too much already, thinking too heavily before she’d even properly agreed to marry him. 

“What do I do next?” He asked. 

Father Hughes blinked and then smiled slow as syrup. He drummed his slender fingers on his cap, looking around the cottage deep in thought. 

It was a small house where the drawing room, entryway, kitchen, and dining room were one and the same. The front of the house stared out rows of gravestones that sloped down to the town below like it was carried on a wave of green. But the floors were swept clean every night and bore only a respectable number of scuffs. The walls were bare and lime-washed once a year. The pantry was stocked just enough for one man and a dog, but free of spiders and dust. It was all clean and lived in… but terribly lonely. Father Hughes thought it could use the spark of color that only a companion could bring — the sense of permanence that made a house a home.

“I can have the marriage papers drafted and sent to this bishop in London. A lawyer will need to approve of the documents, and of course, the lady must sign them, her family members made aware and affairs managed. And—.”

“Could you take care of all that?”

“Why certainly, I—”  

“Then?” 

Father Hughes huffed. Simon Riley was a man of such few words it never occurred to the clergyman that he could be interrupted by said man. 

“Then you will find yourself in possession of a wife. She will find her way to Chilham and…”

“And?!”

“Then you shall do what married people do.”

Was it really all that simple? Simon couldn’t fathom it as he spent the next weeks preparing the house. He’d been perhaps too quick to sign the papers and shove them in Father Hughes’ hands, barely giving the priest time to read aloud the contract to him. Then he’d set off into town — which he rarely did — and gone to the blacksmith for a ring — which he could scarcely believe. What he left with days later was a simple band with a misshapen pearl that had once belonged to his grandmother. 

Then came the cleaning, and the rearranging of his items to make space for her — which took a depressingly short amount of time, for Simon had little — and the building of a new wardrobe to fill the corner of his bedroom. 

Their bedroom. He reminded himself not for the first time, wiping the sweat that trickled down from his temples to the black mask he kept over his nose and mouth. It was difficult work tending to graves. Even harder work digging them from sunup to sundown with nothing but grave markers, a dog, and the ghosts for company. 

For good measure he came into the possession of a vanity that he refurbished and stained a handsome mahogany before leaving it beside the new wardrobe. 

That would be her corner, he decided, and every morning he would get to lay in bed and watch as she put up her hair, and every evening he would watch as she brushed it out and prepared for bed. 

The image came to him so forcefully that he had to swallow three times to clear his throat. He hadn’t realized how much he missed having another person in his life — another body to hear moving around his home. Perhaps she would hum as she worked in the kitchen and read to him at night as he helped keep the fire alight for evening tea. It hurt him to think about it. 

It excited him so.

Riley huffed against his knee, staring up with eyes black as pitch as he whined and shook his bushy brown tail. 

There was one gravestone, old enough that time and wind had worn away the words once etched into the rock, that Simon liked to lean back on as he drank ale at the end of a long day. The air was hot and stifling, but he found he could breathe a little easier now.  

He cracked a small smile, running his rough hands through Riley’s brown-black coat and rubbing his pointy, velvety ears. 

“You won’t get to sleep with me in bed no more. Sorry.” But he wasn’t terribly apologetic. Simon knelt down, letting the shepherd lick his salty skin. “I hope you’re as excited as I am. I hope she likes us both.” 

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ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ:Love is a Bitch| Two Feet

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═ஓ๑A LONGING GASP ROLLED PAST YOUR TONGUE-...

"Y-Yuri-"

"I'm not stopping... I can't... I won't."

Crimson irises bore into yours; Yuri's lips planted fevered kisses past your stomach to your inner thighs- thumbs rising his oversized shirt further up your torso; seizing the fabric against your hardened nipples.

His irises stayed fixated on yours- lust glazed over; the man he gawked at you was foreign... You were used to the warmth shyness- happiness Yuri wield but now...

Your husband gawked at you as if you were his prey... And a predator must feast...

Teeth grasping the hems of your laced underneath that sheathed your quivering core; your stomach flinched ever so slightly- a butterfly sensation sprouting across your stomach.

As Yuri began to drag your laced underneath further down your thighs by his teeth; you attempted to close your legs resulting in a sudden pressure to apply to your thighs-

"Don't fucking close your legs."

Goosebumps littered your limbs- eyes widened at the unexpectedly low husk tone within Yuri's vocals; the male didn't pay your surprise any mind as he continued to drag your underwear until it had reached your knee.

Finally moving his fingers from your thighs to rip the underwear from your legs; tossing it to the side, Yuri hooked his arms underneath your thighs- lifting your ass inches from the sheets;

Unable to prepare yourself; another sharp gasp-like moan escapes your lips, your stomach sinking in the amount of pleasure of your swollen clit being sucked against.

Inhaling sharply; Yuri's mind was unable to unravel what was happening, his drunken lustful state merely increasing- for months he had merely dreamt of this moment but now that it is happening...

He wasn't going to let you go until you were overstimulated...

Back arching; your fingers dug into the mattress underneath you- legs forcibly pried opened, lips encircling around your swollen clit, tongue prodding the sensitive bud- attempting to contain your moans; it wasn't until you felt an exotic sensation filling your swollen cunt.

Walls becoming slightly stretched; your fingers itched to grasp Yuri's strains until you retracted your hand and buried it once more against the mattress until Yuri's husky voice brushed against your eardrums.

"Pull my hair."

Not needing to say it twice; your fingers roughly grasp the male's strains, curling your fingers through his locks- a sharp tug given to him earning a low groan to vibrate against your swollen core from Yuri's lips.

Hairs standing on the back of his neck; Yuri's fingertips burying into your flesh, the male's legs shifting against the mattress as another rough tug was given to his scalp-

Pleasure struck through his veins each tuck given; each moan that reached his ear... It drove him nearly to the brink of insanity.

Pumping his fingers through your swollen core; your walls squeezing around his curling fingers- Yuri's hips bucked mindlessly against the mattress, the male parting his lips from your clit upon feeling the slight compulsive motion against his fingers.

Selfishly pulling his fingers out; Yuri dipped his tongue into your soaked core, the secret officer made sure to take his time...

Yet as soon as your juices coated his tastebuds-

"Hah~"

Swallowing thickly; lips agape as your stomach flinched lightly as your cum glazed over Yuri's tongue, the male's eyebrows knitting almost a bit surprised by the sweetest of your fluids.

Once coming down from the small high; your eyes widened slightly- fever bursting across your lips, "Sorry!- I didn't mean-"

"It's fine."

Moving from your thighs; Yuri sat up, the male's digging his fingertips into your thighs- his crimson hues boring at your soaked entrance, dragging his tongue across his lips; a low chuckle fell past his lips.

You felt goosebumps prickling your flesh once his irises snapped to meet your gaze; chin tilted down slightly only adding further tingling across your flesh.

"That just means I'm going to fuck the shit outta you... So be a good girl... And take your husband's cock."

Everything had happened within a blink of an eye; you weren't sure how it happened, yet here you were...

"Yuri-..."

Face down; underneath Yuri- face buried into the pillow, ass in the air as one hand pressed firmly against your lower abdomen; a finger slowly circling your clit as another grasped the headboard above your heads.

"Oh, G-God..."

Walls stretched to their full extent; Each longing stroke of Yuri's cock earned a gasped moan from your lips, Yuri's irises bore into the back of your skull- the male's knuckles whitening as he desperately grasped the headboard that lightly tapped against the wall is pressed against.

"That's my girl... Keep moaning out who you belong to."

His husk vocals brushed against your ears; the feeling of his strains tickling your shoulder as Yuri planted a fevered kiss against the nape of your neck- your head tilted to the side only allowing him to latch his lips against your flesh;

Teeth combine across your heated nape; lips attaching to your flesh as his hips bucked selfishly against yours at a rough rhythmic pace.

Breasts bouncing in sync; Inhaling sharply through his nostrils as his cock plowed mercilessly through your swollen cunt- your eyelids forced to shut as a sharp cry erupted from you.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Yuri!"

Once feeling yourself becoming lost inside the rough thrusts of Yuri; with one final buck- the male groaned against your flesh as he began to slow his hips painfully slow.

Moving his lips from the nape of your neck; dropping his hand from the headboard- pearly white fingers grasped your throat firmly.

Thumb rubbing against the noticeable love bite; your head was raised from the pillow- back arching to allow the position to be a bit more comfortable; you forced your heavy eyelids apart only to be met with Crimson hues-

"I want to hear you say it... Say what I want to hear."

Fingers squeezing your throat resulting in your lips falling further agape; your heart rammed against your rib cage as you blindly gazed into Yuri's eyes.

"I-I'm yours-..."

"And?"

"Your mine- Hah!~"

Throat suddenly realized- a sharp cough escapes your lips as the air that was being taken from you rushed into your lungs once more; he's falling forward until fingers curled themselves into your strains- roughly tugging your hair by the scalp;

Yuri grunted lowly as his hips snapped forward; once more rapidly thrusting his pelvis against your ass- his cock stretching- demolishing your cunt that greeted the male's length with ease;

Eyebrows knitting in pleasure; Yuri's finger continued to tend to your swollen clit as he gave a sharp tug to your loosened strains with the other.

"It's taking everything I have not to explode inside you", gruffly, mid-thrust, Yuri grunted; "I wanna cum inside you so bad..." whispering the shameful desire underneath his breath; his fingers releasing your strains allowing your face to become buried into the pillow once more.

"Four months... Four... Fucking... Months...It took everything in me not to just press you up against the nearest wall... Fucking this sweet cunt of yours raw, filling it to the brim with my cum... The thought of you begging for more of my touch drove me insane... And now look at you... Can't even speak until it's moaning out my name."

Your instantaneous agreeing mewl earned yet another low chuckle to brush past his lips; his irises bore into your swollen cunt that took in his cock, The mere sight invokes a moan,the sound vibrates more past his lips as he grinds his length further down your cunt.

Shocks of pleasure ricocheted through you as your hips fight back to increase the simulation, fingers digging further into the pillow until the sensation of Yuri's slapping his palm against your ass earned a hitched cry as result-

For a split second; his cock departed from your cunt, palms gripping your hips to flip you onto your back-hazed irises snapping to gaze up at Yuri who merely kept his hues fixated on yours-

"You have always been so fucking perfect..." he rasps. "So fucking good to me." quick circles while he continues teasing your slit. "Every morning- every night- You flash that pretty smile that would be enough to make my knees go weak..."

Cock twitching against your warmth; Yuri guided his length through your cunt slow and torturous as inch by inch, he stretches your cunt once more-

Your walls squeeze around him as if he hadn't been plowing through your cunt prior; His arms slip around your waist snugly, keeping you still as you instinctively buck and writhe in search of relentless stimulation. He keeps you there, sheathed to the hilt, pubic bone flush against your clit.

A moan finally escaped his lips; Yuri pressed his chest against your breast, burying his face into the nape of your neck; grinding himself further, you could feel the male shudder against you as he rolled his hips.

"God, I love you... I can't get enough of you... Of your sweet pussy..."

Lust breaking his mentality; emotions bubbling- boiling over his surface as soon after, nothing but pure greediness burst across his flesh.

Overwhelming strength; speed that matched with force released against the shattering snapping of his hips against your pelvis- skillfully hitting the aching spot within your bundling nerves over and over resulted in a pleasurable cry erupting from your swollen lips.

Vision blurring; fingertips burying into his shoulders; Yuri's arms secured firmly around your waist, the male's husk moans filling your eardrums.

Thighs clamped around his waist; legs closed around the male, his relentless- merciless- thrusts shook you to the core.

You were able to withstand any longer within Yuri's arms; becoming undone by his maneuver, becoming consumes by your bundle of sensitive nerves- your mind becoming blank; unable to comprehend your surroundings;

Burning pleasure rippled through your flesh; goosebumps soared through your limbs, basking every mere second Yuri had rendered you into such a submissive- mind-boggling state,

You did not regret it one bit.

When you thought the male couldn't make you quiver with pure pleasure; his husk vocals merely added fire to the flame, "Fuck...can feel you squeezing—tight and warm... Go ahead, Cum for me Baby~"

Nails digging into his flesh; earning scratches among from his shoulder blades to his spine- the hint of pain merely enhancing his pleasure,

Yuri's larger hands clasped around your wrists; pinning them above your skull, moving his face from the crook of your neck- Yuri tauntingly rested his lips inches from your agape once,

Breathing heavily; nose resting against yours-

Squirming underneath his pelvis, just as Yuri bucked his pelvis against yours; "Your pussy fits around my cock so well... You know... This is only the beginning... you're going to take everything I have all night... Slow... Rough... Understood, Wife?"

"Y-Yes!"

Back arching upon feeling his hand roughly grasping your ass; such a small change in position allowed the man to stroke the bundle of nerves deeply within you-

Oh how desperately you wanted to grasp Yuri; fingertips buried into his flesh... Running down his shoulder blades and back...

Yuri pounded into you, with no remorse, Every second, Minute, Hour, and Month of pent-up sexual frustration was being released all in one night... UnForgivingly he would make sure to burn his name into your brain... The way his cock stretched you out will forever be left behind...

"Yuri! I'm Cumming!-"

"Go ahead, who's stopping you?"

Body freezing as your eyelids glued shut; hitched moan rolled past your lips in longing spurts as your walls unforgivingly squeezed around his cock, creaming on his length- Yuri continued to roll his hips as he came shortly after;

Lips parted; a moan escapes his lips, shoulders shuddering- the male felt his heart fluttering with pure ecstasy.

"Yuri-"

Vocals seized by the male hungrily capturing your lips with his; Yuri's hands that grasped your wrist gradually released them- digging his fingertips into the mattress beside your head;

Lips gradually parted; heaving breathing shared between the two of you, Yuri lifted himself barely inches from you- crimson hues boring into yours;

The man finally had you in his arms, his alone, you were his, and he wasn't going to stop until every inch of your flesh is covered with his memorizing love bites; until your thighs, cunt, ass was slick with his cum; Yuri wasn't going to stop until you understand the true definition of being A Wife to a Briar...

"You better pray you have makeup to cover up my marks."

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love is a family business ch 1 (mafia lawyer!john price x mafia princess f!reader)

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The thing about working for your family is that you don’t get a say, in well, anything.

“I still don’t understand why we have to do this.” You mutter, eyes stuck in a glare at your conversation partner, who just shrugs. “We need outside counsel to go legitimate, Dove. You know how tricky the Shadows can be.” You restrain yourself from rolling your eyes. Your cousin, one of your family’s soldiers, likes to talk to you like you’re on the playground, toddlers arguing over toys. Always uses that nickname you hate - Dove. A trait he only shows with people his own age, never the higher-up bosses. 

“I get that. What I'm saying is, why Price & Partners? There are better barristers to go to.” Not to mention less overbearing, but you keep that bit to yourself. “It’s what Uncle wants.” You almost sneer at how he uses an informal title to refer to your father while talking down to the same man’s daughter, but you restrain yourself. “Ask him yourself, he’s your dad.” The linchpin to the problem - no one can stand up to you dad. You sigh, shaking off the instant regret that weighs itself on your shoulders. “You better have gotten the sister. I do not want John Price.”

John Price is in your office, caressing the spines of your books like he has the right.

“You’re in the wrong office. The Division for Pompous Assholes is downstairs.” You greet him with a glare, leaving your office door open in a clear message. He doesn’t receive it, another fault of John Price.

“You’re as cheery as ever.” Price replies, eyes flashing with contempt. He settles into one of the chairs in front of your desk, eyes flitting about as he takes in the office you never let him see. A bookshelf full of financial and self-help books takes up most of the wall, with your comfort reads hidden between tomes of theories and market analyses. Plants fill in the gaps, spots of green brightening the grey walls of your office. The visitor chairs are purposefully uncomfortable, dug out of the building basement when your father insisted that chairs were necessary. You prefer the couch off to the side, thrifted from your favorite discount furniture store that you know would be looked down upon if your family knew. It’s light brown, cushy with artfully bright throw pillows and perfect for a midday nap when you have the rare time. The desk takes up the rest of the room, dark wood to match the shelves and your name plated in gold.

Price taps the name plate with his finger, letting it vibrate on impact. You clear your throat in an attempt to go straight into business, but he gets there first. “Almost a real businesswoman.” Your eyes roll, unbidden. “Like you’re part of such a stand-up firm.” You bite out. When he shifts in his seat, you’re willing to bet your entire fortune that it’s because the gun in his waistband is digging into his spine. 

“Heard you’re trying to go legit.” Price replies, ignoring your question completely. Relieved to get down to business, you shuffle the folders left on your desk, trying to find your report. 

“Yes. The forecast I made-” 

“Surprised your daddy is letting you entertain this.”

Your head snaps up fast as a whip. “Surprised your sister let you come here all alone.” You retort, venom on your tongue. The invisible scales of your argument, tipping towards Price, suddenly straighten to a perfect balance. Your feathers ruffled, you straighten your shoulders and produce your calculations from your folder, setting the packet in front of Price. “Read it.” His calloused fingers brush the top of the paper, touching the spot your fingers just deserted. It feels strangely intimate, like he’s tracing the mark you’ve made. Your eyes meet, searing as something unknown and unspoken passes between you two.

“I-”

“Dove!” Colin, your secretary, knocks frantically at your door. He’s one of the few non-Made men that work in the building, paid more than he’s worth for his silence. “Your father needs you.” Colin reports. Price smirks at you. There’s practically a bell ringing in the distance, signaling he’s won this round. 

“Make an appointment for the next time you visit, Price.” You order him as you gather your things hurriedly. He grunts in the way that acknowledges your statement, but doesn’t agree with it. You make a grab for the report on the desk, but Price snatches it before you can grab it. “I’ll read it.” He explains gruffly. Shocked, all you can do is nod before leaving him there, staring at your desk.

“What’s wrong?” You ask Colin as you speed walk down the hallway. Your heels click rapidly, belaying your rising anxiety. Colin knows not to interrupt your meetings, which means this has to be important. “You know they don’t tell me these things.” Colin mutters. Despite his job, you’re around the same age, so he lets you nudge his shoulder in indulgent informality. 

“Be glad you don’t know. If everything works out, maybe we’ll be able to get more people like you working for us.” You reply, injecting forced cheerfulness into your tone. There’s already tension in your shoulders as you near your father’s office, on the opposite side of the building from yours. For a reason, so you don’t hear stuff like:

“Where the hell is my daughter!”

Your father’s voice reverberates through the walls of the building, echoed shortly by the sound of a pounding fist against a desk. You stand in front of the door, steeling yourself as you breathe in and out. One, two, three. You push through.

“There you are.” And there he is, in all his glory. Your father is standing, a hulking beast entrapped behind a mahogany desk. “Hello, Father.” The Chairman, boss of one of the major crime syndicates based in London. His hair, cropped close and rapidly graying in the past years, belays how frustrated he is. Its usual gelled stature has been interrupted, with a few strands laying this way and that. You’ve never seen him this out of control of his physical appearance, a sign that something is very wrong.

“Everything okay?” You ask timidly, a necessary change from your whip smart banter with Price. Father shakes his head, and a pit forms in your stomach. “Twenty dead. Thousands of weapons stolen. They took one of the MacTavishes, Charlie.” Your heart stops. The MacTavishes are one of your closest aligned families, known for supplying contraband items like weapons or documents. Charlie’s like you, determined to make something right out of all this wrong. He helped you prepare your report on going legitimate, using his extensive family connections for input on Scottish gangs with legitimate businesses. It’s symbolic that they only took him, when you know for a fact his brother Johnny was there as well.

Once a crime family, always a crime family. There’s no notion of leaving, of becoming a real company. A warning, written in blood.

“Who died? Is Johnny okay? Do they want a ransom?” You sit in one of the chairs in front of his desk, fingertips playing with the fabric of your slacks. Now more than ever is a time you wish for another sibling. One with the same violent tendencies of your father, ready to hit back with war plans rather than questions. Being an only child, and a girl at that, puts you at a clear disadvantage in the life you live. The disappointment in your reaction is written clear on your father’s face, forehead wrinkles crinkling as he purses his lips.

“Not important. You’re here for another reason.” You furrow your brows in confusion. His face is one of stone, purposeful to keep you in the dark. These days, he’s your Chairman much more than your father. Days of walking hand in hand, visiting your mother’s grave and laying down flowers, all fade to distant memories. “What do you mean?” Another timid question, another exasperated facial expression. Instead of answering, he sips from the glass tumbler in front of him, the dark liquid in it most likely being scotch. He swallows silently before answering.

“They’re targeting you. Words leaked out you’re the one who wants to take us legitimate. Your competence isn’t a secret anymore.” He’s referring to the strategy you formed together long ago. Keeping you out of the spotlight, letting you go to college in America to keep your intelligence under wraps. A picture perfect image of a mafia princess, innocent and unknowing of the blood on your family’s hands. Less safety issues for the heir if they think you’re useless, and probably not the heir at all. There’s been illusions to one of your distant cousin, Kyle Garrick, taking over, all while you’ve been prepping for years to hit the families with a force they’ve never seen.

It all assumes that you want this life, this blood on your hands.

A dangerous assumption to make.

“So what are you thinking?” You know better than to offer your own opinion. By the way he’s restraining himself, you’re sure Father already has a solution. He encouraged your education and your project, but there’s been an itching feeling that it’s all been to keep you distracted. To work up to whatever finale he’s planning to end these attacks.

“Marriage.”

Marriage?

It’s not like you’ve never heard the word. The timeline you formed for him years ago has clearly been abandoned. Marriage wasn’t planned for at least five more years, once the both of you decided which allies you could trust. To abandon the plan is a show of how desperate he is, how little he cares for your opinion. How little he trusts you.

“Father, I don’t understand.” You bite out. It’s the most you can show of your reaction without revealing your weakness, the shakeable wrongness of your position. Your hands sweat and you resist from pulling on your collared shirt. “A wedding, You. The Shadows and all the other families will have to be there. The perfect time to strike.” Father smiles when he says it, like he’s glad to commit mass murder on the day of your wedding. In hindsight, it is a good plan. Other than that and a funeral, there’s no other kind of event that will get all the families in one place. Your family, The Family, can pat them down and leave them weaponless, shooting ducks in a barrel. So why do you feel so apprehensive? Words escaping you, all you can do is nod for him to continue. 

“It’ll need to be to a family that isn’t directly part of the Outfit, one that won’t take weeks to negotiate. One that we can buy.” You’re glad to be sitting as your mind spins, dizzying questions of who and when and how floating around like a carousel. Your father seems to have no qualms with selling you off to any bidder willing. It’s clear he means to bring another exterior family under yours, one who won’t object as much as an enemy family like the Shadows or the Graves. Joining with them would be opening up the Family’s weaknesses for all to see. And God forbid the wedding didn’t go through, not to mention how evil the potential husbands might be.

You should be thanking your lucky stars that he wants to marry you off to a supplier or a smaller ally.

Should.

“Do I get to have a say in the selection?” You murmur, resolute that any outright protests will be met with a silent glare. You have no bargaining chip, and the freedom of your love life is worth being able to continue making the Family legitimate. It has to be.

“If you have any strategic suggestions.” Translation: don’t suggest someone you would actually want to marry. Although, there aren’t any names on that list either. In an attempt to paralyze him with too much information, you start listing off any names you can think of. “Well, there’s the MacTavishes, of course. Johnny, the twins, and Ben are all unmarried, though I’m not sure if they’re dating anyone.” A snort bursts from your father. You’ve already made a mistake - unmarried relationships aren’t taken seriously in lives like yours. It’s like a tax filing, single or married. You blame the insanity of the situation on your slip of tongue. Plus, while the MacTavishes are some of your favored suppliers, they’re already extremely loyal and wouldn’t bring anything to the table.

“Nikolai-” 

“Be serious, daughter. This isn’t a game. Someone who would give you an heir.” He’s referring to the unspoken relationships between Nikolai, heir to a transportation fortune, and countless male socialites back in Russia. Licking your lips, you contemplate how much longer you can skirt past actual candidates. By the tone in your father’s voice, you’ve run out of chances. Speed is the only card you can play.

“Dean Griffen.” Gun manufacturer.

“West Finnigan.” Explosives expert.

“Blake Massey.” Drug supplier.

“Theo Volker.” House of the Lords, but Made.

“John Price.” Mortal enemy.

“Lee-”

“Stop.” You look up, cheeks warming from the embarrassment of having suitable suitors memorized. Part of your job, but it feels salacious now.

“The Prices just got hit with a government investigation for evidence tampering. Something about pissing off the Graves.” Father says, almost to himself. He starts typing away at his computer, and you desire to throw it to the ground. Price was a stupid name to mention, a zero probability of an enjoyable marriage. Your game, usually both tactical and strategic, has gone out the window. “If they’re being investigated, shouldn’t we stay away? It wouldn’t look good, especially with Kyle being considered for appointment to the House of Lords.” A stretch, since you’re third cousins, but a plea all the same. Father shakes his head sharply and your heart stops. “Not if we can pull some strings. They’ll be in our debt. Kate will be desperate to keep her assets from being seized.” Finality threads through his words. You start to shake your head, one last effort.

“Father, please, I can’t marry John. He’s horrible. Give me a day and I can find you more names.” Your voice wavers at the end, begging him to remember his daughter and not just his heir. For a second, there’s a glimmer of hope. His eyes soften minutely. And then, it’s gone.

No.

“This is your duty to this family, daughter. This is what you’ve been preparing for your whole life. You do this, and I will consider your proposal to be legitimate.” A thousand butterflies erupt in your stomach at his last sentence. A chance to have your work listened to. To get rid of the guilt that haunts you every corner, knowing how many innocents get caught in the crossfires of what they do. Maybe, if your plan is successful, he’ll allow you a divorce or an annulment. Uncommon, but not unheard of. Hope. 

“Deal.” You stick your hand out for a handshake. There’s a moment when you don’t think he’ll take it, but eventually you feel his weathered hand in yours. When’s the last time they embraced? A goodnight forehead kiss or a hug after a long day? Years ago, before your mother’s death, surely. When Father squeezes your hand, it feels like pride in your business demeanor. You pull away and straighten your shoulders. It takes two steps for you to open the door to your future.

“Colin!” He’s down the hall, waiting patiently for you. “Yes?” His blonde eyebrows knit in confusion at your summons. You’re not usually so authoritative with him, but you don it like a shield in preparation. “Go find Price and tell him we have a business proposal for him and his sister. Make sure you emphasize the urgency of it.” Colin nods and speeds off, his leather work shoes clacking on the granite floors.

Married to John Price, the son of a barrister empire.

The one thing you know is you won’t be changing your last name.

The rest is up to your family.

[revelboo]

Aughh idk if my earlier ask was ate up by Tumblr's bugs or anything but oh well (love your story btw I godamn are em for breakfast lunch and dinner)

Anywaysss lil story - because of dear Revel I ended up ordering like one Blookees from my local Walmart (was like 5$), got TFOne Megs and "wow, this was actually fun to build and is pretty cute! I might buy more lol"

And I (sweared) brought like two (was expecting to be small) boxes for a price of 10$ (this is important) and waited and I screamed when these got home

Ngl i wasn't expecting 2 boxes (with 9 small boxes each) - along with the Blookees said to be out of stock after I ordered - but heyyy, 18 small box for the price of 10$ is quite a grab lol

But honestly ty for inspiring me to buy them these are honestly quite cute and fun (what i build so far for now) - hopefully they add more series because I really want to fill my desk with em

🤣 Nice! That’s a lovely, little error in your favor. But they’re addictive little guys. Acquire a horde and you can do stupid stuff like this

The Future Freaks Me Out Pt 4

ES Bumblebee x Reader

• “This is relaxing? Playing in the dirt?” Smiling and glancing back at where the big Autobot is leaning against the side of your house watching you dig up the old flower bed, you stretch. Know he doesn’t get it. Resisting the urge to scoff at him, you gesture with the shovel at the wheelbarrow full of dead dianthus. The winter had been worse than normal and the hardy little flowers hadn’t survived. You can’t exactly leave their brown little shriveled selves in your flower bed.

• “It’s relaxing,” you say, swiping the back of your gloved hand across your forehead and leaving a smudge of dirt. Servos flexing against the urge to reach and try to wipe it away, he makes a face. “And it’s satisfying making the place look nice.” Knows he needs to check in before Optimus, or worse, Megatron comes looking for him, but can’t make himself move. Doesn’t want to. “So were you ever going to stop and say hi or were you just going to do drive bys forever?”

• Watching his shoulders hunch, you’re struck by how uncannily human his gestures, his body language is. “I was going to say hello. Eventually,” he mutters looking embarrassed and you laugh. “I didn’t want to bother you, but I wanted to check on you. Make sure you were okay.” Watching his door wings lift and fall, you reach to drag a tray of impatiens closer. He’s sweet, a bit awkward.

• “That sounds a little stalkery,” you tease breaking open the little plastic cup your plants are in and pulling one loose to set into the hole you’d dug. And he supposes that, yeah, it does seem a bit weird to keep tabs on you like that, but he’d needed to. Needed to take care of you after you’d taken care of him. Reaching to carefully pinch a tiny tray in his servos and hand it to you, he warms when’s you flash him a smile.

• “I swear I’m not going to kidnap you,” he says, lifting his big hand and you laugh. Like his sense of humor, his quick, easy smile. Like him. You’d just assumed the Autobots were all serious, but he doesn’t come across that way. Laid back and easy going, instead. Fun. And you want to hang out with him, listening to him and just talk. Wondering if he’ll keep swinging by or if he’ll stop now that he knows you know he’s watching over you. Hoping he keeps coming to see you, because it’s nice having someone to talk to.

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Obsession (part 4)

Player 001 x Reader [SMUT]📖

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Tw: stalker!In Ho, rape is implied, Dark content.

The sound of the door locking didn’t come, but the lights turned out one by one. In Ho walked around your house, ensuring that you really were sleeping. Your phone light wasn’t on either, you were asleep.

In Ho opened the front door quietly. He shut it behind him and crept through the house silently. He heard the sound of pattering echo the walls. He froze slowly backing up into a darker corner. He saw the cat, a sigh of relief escaping him as they stared at each other.

“Hello, kitty” he crouched to pet him. The cat purred as he rubbed In Ho legs jumping up to reach his knee. Circling through the his parted legs, In Ho stands up. “Take me to Mommy’s room (c/n).” He said as the cat trotted away.

Following silently, In Ho looked at the decor on the walls. He entered your room. Watching you sleep soundly as he towered over you. Watching as you slept. He planted a kiss on your lips. Harsh and vile. Waking you up from your slumber.

“In Ho?” You asked. “What’re you doing here? Get out of my house!”

“Relax, I just wanna sleep with you” he growled. He sat on your torso, ripping his tie off his neck. “Just fucking relax (y/n). I’m not going to hurt you” he began tying your hands up.

“In Ho, I don’t want this.” You said.

“Yes you do. Stop denying me” In Ho said as he ripped the blanket from you, revealing the thong you were wearing. He groaned loudly as his cock raged in his slacks. “I heard you moan for me.”

“Wha- how did you see that video?!” You shout in embarrassment.

“Oh bunny, I saw all of them. Every single one where you begged for me, came for me, told me you were going to cum on my fingers, asked me to fuck that pussy like I was going to die. All of them” he declared evilly.

“In Ho, please” you begged. “Please”

In Ho's fingers plunged into the your pussy, his touch rough and unyielding. He didn't care about your pleasure; all he cared about was asserting his control. You felt a surge of arousal mixed with pain as In Ho's fingers stretched you wide, his fingertips scraping against their walls.

“Oh good girl, so wet for me” he said. “You’re tied up, doing something you apparently don’t want, and here you are, soaking wet and drenching my fingers” you turned your face from him.

He pumped his fingers in and out, his pace relentless as he drove you closer and closer to climax. You felt your body tensing up, your muscles coiling tighter and tighter as you neared release. But just as you were about to tip over the edge, In Ho stopped.

You cried out in frustration, your body trembling with need. "Please, In Ho" you begged, your voice shaking with desperation. "Let me cum."

In Ho just laughed, his eyes glinting with cruelty. "No," he said, his voice cold and unyielding. "You don't get to cum yet."

You pleaded with him, begging him to let you release. But In Ho just shook his head, his fingers still buried deep within you but motionless. You felt like you were being torn apart by your own desire, your body screaming for release but denied it by In Ho's merciless touch.

"Maybe later," In Ho said finally, pulling his fingers out of your throbbing pussy and leaving you feeling empty and unsatisfied. "But for now... you're going to have to wait."

Your wrists were bound, the silk fabric digging into your skin as In Ho pulled it tight. You felt a surge of fear mixed with arousal as you realized they were completely at his mercy. And you loved it. In Ho's eyes gleamed with a sadistic intensity as he gazed at you, his chest heaving with excitement.

You felt a jolt of shock as In Ho's fingers dug into your hips, holding them in place. His cock was rock-hard, and he slammed it into you without warning, making you cry out in shock.

The neck tie bit into your skin as you struggled against their bonds, but In Ho just laughed and held you tighter. He pounded into you relentlessly, his thrusts brutal and unforgiving. You felt like you were being torn apart, your body stretched to its limits as In Ho rammed into you again and again.

You came close to climaxing multiple times only to have him pull back at last second leaving you hanging before finally allowing you release after what seemed an eternity you screamed out loud shuddering from head-to-toe feeling utterly spent.

“I’m not done with you yet” he said. You cried loudly from the over stimulation of cumming and still enduring his cock.

In Ho's grip on their hips tightened as he pulled you closer, his cock still buried deep within. He leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered "you're mine now... I'm going to bury my cum so deep inside you that your only choice is to just take it". You felt a surge of panic mixed with arousal as you realized you were completely at his mercy.

And then it happened - In Ho came inside your belly hot seed spurting deep within making you feel utterly helpless while declaring through gritted teeth "you're going to carry my child... and there's nothing you can do about it". He spoke harshly.

He planted hard kisses on your lips, as tears ran down your face.

“I need more” you begged. “Please give me more. More of you, I need more” you began to cry. “I haven’t had you in 5 years and all I need is you again, like I did in the games”

“Well, you have me, for the rest of our lives.” He spat laying next to you. Stripping his clothes till he was naked.

“I want you inside me” you whispered. “Please” he smiled. His plan worked out perfectly. He couldn’t deny your poor pussy his delicious cock. He laid beside you. Catching his breath.

“Soon, little bunny, soon.” He sighed. “I need to calm down before I can do this again”

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