#ah yes the sweet taste of my own tears

[jeonginsleftcheek]

Dolly III

~ part 3 of the Dolly series

pairing: lee felix x afab!reader

genre: smut, fluff, elements of horror

synopsis: as a rare doll collector, a unique sex doll piques your interest and you have to own it.

wc: 8.2k

warnings: mentions of bruises, blood and needles, some violence, haunted dolls

nsfw warnings: grinding, praise, lots of kissing, body worship, handjob, cum tasting, oral (m and f), unprotected sex, creampie

~ divider by @bunnysrph

"Good morning, Matilda. Prudence, how do you do? Ah, Mr. Avery. Looking particularly swell today." the dolls stare at you with their big eyes and smiling faces while you greet them just like every day.

Whistling about the kitchen as you prepare breakfast, your life companions are always there to listen to you and bring you comfort.

"You know, we have an exciting new family member arriving to us today. I'm expecting all of you to act polite and give him a warm welcome to his new home." you point your spatula at the dolls that were decorating the kitchen.

"I mean all of you!" you yell out, chuckling after.

"We all know what happens to naughty dolls. You don't want to experience the same scorching punishment they did." you smirk at them and though they are usually silent, it seems like they're even more quiet now.

Alive in your mind, they've heard you and are now shivering in fear but anticipating the arrival of the newest addition to your precious collection.

You really do expect them to be on their best behavior.

Not long after breakfast, your package arrives.

You practically rip open the huge box and tear off all the covers and bubble wrap, throwing them carelessly behind you.

"Oh!" you gasp.

"My my, you're just such a beauty, aren't you?" you smile at the doll staring at you from the box.

"You look like a little angel." your hands cup his cheeks.

"So soft. So sweet. You're going to be perfect for us." you look at him fondly. "Welcome home, Felix."

You lean down to kiss his cute nose, observing the freckles on his face.

He is just stunning, every little crease on him looks perfect and most importantly; he looks alive.

Yes, people might be creeped out by your love of dolls, collecting them, playing with them and hanging out with them but you never cared.

They were everything to you ever since you were a little girl so you spent so much money on getting the most rare and unique dolls you could, even getting a few ones that were supposedly haunted.

The thought of that exhilirated you, and you were convinced all of them were alive especially after you'd find them in different places or hear them giggle and whisper.

You loved that, respected the dolls and their needs but you always let them know that you were the head of the house.

It was going to be the same with this special doll.

As soon as you saw the ad, you wished you could buy all eight of them and have the rarest and craziest collection ever but they were so expensive so you settled on getting only Felix.

He just seemed so sweet and innocent to you, out of all 8 of them, you thought he looked the most doll-like and would go perfectly with your porcelain doll collection; just one of many you had.

You didn't care much that he was a sex doll, but seeing him now up close made you understand the appeal for that too.

You grabbed the manual to skim over it, not really caring about what it says, you were more interested in the letter that was in Felix's hand.

You slowly picked it up and opened it.

Hello,

my name is Felix and I am your comforting doll.

I love cuddles, hugs and kisses, sweets (especially chocolate). And videogames!

Please always keep me close to you as I love to feel your warmth, and no matter what you do with me always end it with a sweet kiss.

"You're a little cuddlebug, hm?" you pout at him. "You're just becoming cuter by the second!"

Finding another paper tucked in the pocket of his jeans, you pull it out and open it too.

My darling!

I'm ready for our first cuddling session!

I hope you bring fluffy pillows and enjoy our first night together.

"Ah! So adorable!" you squeal. "Let me introduce you to everyone." you add, quickly grabbing him and lifting him up.

"Fam, this is Felix, a very special doll. I expect you give him a warm welcome and help him feel at ease here. This is now his home as much as it is yours and I will not tolerate any sour behavior!" you say.

Of course, it's quiet but you know that they've understood you.

One of the ventriloquist dolls lips open and you chuckle.

"Yes, Parker. I know he's pretty. Now close your mouth or you'll catch flies." you chuckle, standing up and making your way to the doll.

With your fingers on its chin, you gently close the wooden doll's mouth.

"Now, where were we? Ah, yes! That outfit is atrocious. But don't worry, sweet Felix. I already prepared clothes that I know will fit your pretty face perfectly." you smirk, hoisting Felix in your arms and lifting him up.

Once you make it to your bedroom, you gently lay him down on your fluffy bed and open your wardrobe, looking at the neatly hung up outfits you had ordered online right after ordering Felix.

The dolls on the shelves all stare at him as you whistle a tune, picking out his outfit.

"This should do it." you grab one of them and make your way towards your bed.

"Let's get you out of this... whatever it is." you grip the hem of his shirt, slowly lifting it up and gasping when you notice his abs.

"Interesting." you poke his stomach and then his side. "I bet you're ticklish." you add, sliding his arms out of the shirt and tossing it aside.

"Oh!" you gasp again, noticing a few freckles on his chest. "You're so precious, Felix." your finger traces his beauty marks gently, almost making you hypnotized.

You snap out of it and unbutton his jeans, pulling the zipper down and feeling your face flush when you realize your touch had aroused the doll.

"Did you get excited, precious dolly?" you giggle at him, before looking around at the other dolls who were fixated on Felix.

"It is rude to stare." you chastise them, but they continue looking as you slide his pants down and toss them on the floor.

"I think you need help with this, Lixie." you chew on your lip as you hook your fingers in his boxers.

As soon as you slide them down, a wave of embarassment washes over you as you stare at his hard cock, glistening at the tip.

It seems that there are a few freckles on his length too and your thighs press together involuntarily.

It's been a while since you've been with someone, most people you tried to date couldn't understand your obsession with dolls and there was no way you were going to choose them over your doll family.

But, seeing that Felix was a doll and a sex doll at that, you didn't see harm in using him for what he's made for.

"We can help each other, but you can forget about putting that inside me." you warn, lifting your dress up and pushing your panties down.

"This will have to suffice, my little Lixie." you giggle as you throw your leg over him and press your wet core against his cock.

Slowly, you start grinding against him, your arousal coating his cock and balls, little whimpers leaving your mouth as you close your eyes and throw your head back.

It really has been so long, and Felix is so warm and pliant, laying under you taking it.

You speed up as you feel your high building up, you look back down at him and notice that his cheeks are rosy, making him look even cuter.

You whimper as you stare at his pretty face, his tip catching onto your clit a few times and almost slipping inside.

"Don't be naughty, Lixie. Or I'll have to punish you." you whine as his cock catches on your entrance, the tip twitching inside you.

It's as if something flashes in his eyes and you whimper loudly, cumming all over his cock and riding your high against his throbbing erection.

"You didn't cum yet?" you pout, remembering there was something about that in the manual.

"Ah, yes, you like having your hair pulled on." you smirk and continue grinding against him, your fingers now tangled in his hair.

"Cum for me, my angel." you pull on his hair and his cock twitches against your wetness before he explodes on his abs, the warm liquid pooling around his belly button and making you more wet as you grind on him once again, his cum smeared on your cunt.

You look at him as you stop your movements, your heart beating fast.

"Look what a mess we made, Lixie." you shake your head before getting up and heading to the bathroom, the dolls chilling in your room still with their eyes fixed on Felix.

You come back after cleaning yourself up to clean him too, so you can dress him in the clothes you bought him.

It's a bit of a struggle but you get a feeling that Felix really wants to cooperate.

"There, now you look like a real angel." you smile as you lean back, satisfied with the white loose pants and the white shirt, embroidered with golden flowers.

"I have some work to do on you yet." you sit him up and then grab some of your makeup.

You gently work on his face, putting some light gold eyeshadow on his eyelids, a few sparkles under his eyes and he seems to be pouting.

"You think I forgot to give you a sweet kiss, don't you?" you smirk. "I didn't, don't worry."

You finish up on his eye makeup then grab a pink lipstick, opening it up and applying it on your lips first.

"A finishing touch." you lean in, holding his face before you press your lips into his heart shaped ones, kissing him gently.

You giggle as you lean away, removing the smeared lipstick and repairing what stayed on his lips with your finger as he practically stares at you.

His eyes seem shiny and warm, something deep and dark inside them too and you can't look away.

"My sweet Lixie. So good for me." you kiss his nose and then his cheeks, making sure to kiss his pretty freckles.

You almost get completely lost in him, forgetting about the dolls watching you until one of them falls down onto the floor with a loud thud, making you jerk away from Felix.

"Jonathan! You startled me!" you reprimand the wooden doll before standing up and coming to it.

You take him in your arms and look at him.

"Are you jealous?" you ask as you gently put him back in his place, fixing his shirt and hat.

"Don't worry, I love you all equally." you pat the doll's head before turning to look at Felix.

You have a feeling that might change soon.

-

You take Felix to your workshop, a small room where you dedicate your time to repair dolls, sew their torn clothes or make them new outfits, sometimes even making a few dolls of your own.

"Welcome to my workshop, Lixie. I spend lots of time here so I guess you will too. Now, I should've started with this, but you... distracted me." your eyes fall down to his crotch before you look up at him.

"I will make sure you have everything you need and I will always treat you well, but of course I expect that to be reciprocated. Which means you are to behave well in this house, listen to what I say and be good to your brothers and sisters. If you ever do something to break the rules, there will be repercussions. And trust me, you don't want to get on my bad side." you wave your finger at the doll and it seems like he's listening intently, his eyes seemingly fearful as you sit across from him, making eye contact.

"Don't be scared, Lixie. I have a feeling that you're a good boy and that you'll be obedient. We will have no problems, you and I. I'll even reward your good behavior." you smirk at him, caressing his soft cheeks.

You lean in to press a kiss on his lips before you turn to your table and start working on your broken dolls.

Felix stares at you from where you left him, his hands tucked in his lap and eyes fixed on your hunched frame.

You almost forget about his presence as you concentrate on your work, every detail you sew into their clothes, the love you pour into them, in a way giving them a soul of their own.

Your hands seemed to dance as you kept working, until you felt a sharp pain in your neck.

"Ow!" you mutter and sit up, realizing you've been hunched over for too long, your shoulders tense, pain throbbing in your neck. "Time for a break." you announce, your stomach growling after that.

"And food, I guess." you turn to Felix, finally acknowledging his existence.

He looks to you like he wants to say something, even though he is sitting still.

"What is it, Lixie?" you lean in closer, looking right into his eyes.

He stays silent.

"Ah, you're shy. You'll come around. I'll wait for you to show yourself to me." you smirk, kissing his nose, your fingertips tracing the pretty freckles on his face.

After giving him a little kiss, you take him to your garden, which was thankfully surrounded by a tall wooden fence, hiding you away from the rest of the world.

"Sit here and I'll be right back." you sit him down on one of the fancy chairs, brushing away the hair that fell into his face.

You bring a few of your other dolls, sitting them down on the other chairs, bringing all of them a set of china; plates, cups and everything.

It's all themed with pink flowers, making everything look even more proper and fancy.

"Socialize." you wave your hand before disappearing into the kitchen, preparing a quick lunch for yourself.

You walk out into the garden some 15 minutes later with a plate of food for yourself and a glass of juice.

"I hope you're being nice to Felix." you say as you sit down, eyeing the four dolls sitting around the table, Felix being exactly across from you.

He looks a tad timid, and you're 100% sure that the expressions on his face keep changing, you know you're not just imagining it because other dolls you own have changed expressions or positions, some even giggled and whispered.

With your doll experience, Felix doesn't scare you, quite the opposite, you're waiting for him to start talking.

You make small talk with your dolls, about this beautiful day, how sunny and warm it is, how good lunch turned out.

As you continued talking, suddenly one of the cups started shaking and you look at the porcelain doll sitting next to Felix.

"Jenevieve. Don't do that! Behave." you warn but it's too late, the cup flies right into Felix's side, hitting him hard before crashing onto the floor, pieces of it flying everywhere.

Anger bubbles up in your veins as you take a deep breath in.

"You little bitch." you almost growl at the porcelain doll before standing up abruptly and grabbing a fistful of her hair.

"That's it, you're getting punished!" you seethe, walking back into the house as you carry her by her hair all the way down to the basement.

"You're gonna think long and hard about your behavior. And after you do, you will apologize to Felix. Like it or not he is family now." you say before laying the doll in a box and locking it.

"I know you're claustrophobic. So this will be a nice lesson for you never to misbehave again." you smirk before making your way back upstairs.

You quickly run to Felix, gasping when you notice a single tear running down his cheek.

"I'm sorry, angel." you wipe it away quickly, kissing his cheek after.

"Let's see the damage." you undo his shirt and sure enough there is a bruise forming on his side.

"For this, Jenevieve will get a week in the dungeon." you say angrily, your fingertips brushing against the bruise. "I'll take care of you, sweet Lixie. I promise that'll never happen again."

-

The same evening, you brought Felix to your bed, stripping him out of the shirt so you could take care of his bruise.

You flip through the manual seeing the warning about not bruising the doll and anxiety washes over you, hoping he wasn't now damaged in some irreparable way.

You rummage through your bathroom cabinet, finding a cream that was used for bruises, skipping back to Felix.

"Well, you're warm, you can blush, bruise and cry. And... cum." you giggle quietly. "So I guess this would help you?" you purse your lips before taking some cream out and gently applying it on his bruise.

"There-" you pause, seeing a bulge growing in his pants. "Really? You're so sensitive." you tsked, your hands on his thighs, gripping the flesh shortly.

You look at Felix's face and melt.

He's blushing again, his cheeks rosy followed by the tips of his ears becoming red.

"You're such a cutie." you coo at him. "But you're gonna have to wait a bit. I have to take off your make up and brush your hair. I want you to be all comfy in bed." you nod to yourself, getting up to retrieve makeup wipes and a brush.

You start gently removing his makeup, leaving little kisses on his cheeks and nose, pressing your lips into his plush ones.

After cleaning him up, you take the brush and sit him up more comfortably so you can start brushing his hair.

"Oh you really like this." your eyes widen as you notice him twitching in his pants. "Like your hair played with, my pretty angel?" you twirl a strand of his soft hair between your fingers.

"Give me three minutes." you hurry to your bathroom to get ready for bed before skipping back to Felix excitedly.

"I'm here sweetie." you grab his face and crash your lips against his.

The way he was made, his lips seemed to be kissing back, so soft and sweet against yours.

You kissed him for some time, already addicted to his taste before you started leaving kisses on his jaw, all the way to his ear.

He only seemed to become even more red, the color seeping onto his neck and chest.

"My shy Lixie." you giggle, leaving kisses on the column of his neck.

He feels so soft and smells so sweet, making you want to do this forever, just kiss him everywhere as he lays and takes it.

You liked being in control, it made you feel powerful as your hands roamed all over his body, his skin so soft like a baby's, you couldn't stop touching him.

Your lips covered every inch of Felix as you kissed his chest, his arms, his stomach, his hands.

Taking your sweet time to worship him.

You slid his pants off, getting up to put them on the chair where you've already left the shirt.

Felix was blushing profusely and he was very warm as you touched him, his cock throbbing, the tip red and angry, glistening with his wetness.

"You're working yourself up, dolly. You need to calm down a little or I won't give you what you want." you smirk, sliding your hands on his supple thighs, up to his balls where you lightly grazed them with your fingertips.

His cock twitched in protest, his face even redder now.

"If you act naughty, I'll leave you like this all night. Don't test me, my little prince."

Felix's lips seemed pouty at that and you waited a little, only gently caressing his smooth arms, the redness of his face and body subsiding slowly until only his cheeks were rosy like before.

"Good boy." his cock leaked and twitched at the praise.

"Ah, my dolly likes to be praised?" you giggled delightfully, smoothing out his hair.

"I'll keep that in my mind." you winked at him, fingertips grazing against his length before you finally wrapped your hand around him.

"Good boys get rewards." you coo at him, thumbing at his wet slit.

Felix's ears become red again.

"I'll take care of you, sweetie. Don't worry." you whisper as you lean down, leaving kisses all over his skin as you start moving your hand.

You play with him for as long as you want to, torturing his cock as you alternate between fast and slow movements, at times using only one hand and then both or fondling his balls, your lips never leaving his heated skin.

You explore him with your tongue, swirling it around his nipples and noticing how he got even more wet because of it.

"So sensitive. Cute." you kiss his lips, your hand tangling in his hair.

"You wanna cum, dolly? Ah, I wish I could hear you beg, I bet you'd sound so sweet all desperate for me." you coo at Felix, gripping his hair and pulling it back as you jerk him off faster.

He explodes all over your hand and himself, making you gasp from the amount that spurted out, curiosity taking you over as you scoop some of it on your finger, licking it up.

"Mm. Are you strawberry flavored?" you chuckle, swirling your finger in his cum to lick at it again.

"Maybe cotton candy?" you giggle again before kissing him sweetly.

You clean Felix up and cozy up to him, curling your body around his as you wrap your arms around him.

You hope that from that day on, everything goes smoothly; without any more incidents.

The following week passed by just as you expected, with no incidents, the dolls now on their best behavior after they've witnessed Jenevieve being dragged down to the basement.

Felix became an obsession of sorts, you just couldn't keep your hands off of him.

You've never owned a doll like him, and to say that you're infatuated is an understatement.

Constantly kissing him and touching him made you equally as aroused as it did him.

You wanted him in every way, but you didn't want to use all his capabilities on your own, instead you wished he'd snap out of it and do it by himself, participate and react to your touches more than just heating up, blushing or twitching.

You felt sad every day you had to leave for work, leaving Felix alone with the other dolls.

You warned them not to try anything or you'd burn them to a crisp.

But as you finally let Jenevieve out, hoping she had learned her lesson, you had no idea how it would actually make all hell break loose.

"Now, Jenevieve I hope you're sorry for what you've done and that you understand why it was wrong. This can never happen again, okay?" you told her before putting her back in her place.

You sat Felix on your bed, caressing him and kissing him for some time.

"Be a good boy, Lixie." you kiss his forehead.

"And all of you too. Behave or else." you give Felix one last kiss before leaving the house.

It was obvious that some of your dolls felt neglected.

This was their home and in their eyes Felix was an intruder they had to get rid of.

He was taking up all your time, soaking up all your attention, getting all your love.

There were dolls that didn't agree, they liked Felix and thought he was sweet just like you did.

Some were just scared to share their opinion, afraid of being locked in the basement, smashed to pieces or burned into ashes.

The neglected dolls had come up with a plan.

They were going to destroy Felix so by the time you come home, there is nothing left to salvage.

-

"I'm home!" you announced cheerfully as you entered your house, a bag of groceries secured in your arm.

Whistling, you made your way to the living room but stopped dead in your tracks when you saw a few drops of red liquid on the floor, something that looked like blood.

You stood in shock for a moment before dropping the bag of groceries on the floor, as they made a loud thud sound, the apples you bought rolling around your living room.

With a gasp, you started running up the stairs, all of them painted in little red dots, anxiety building up with each step you took.

When you reached your bedroom, a shriek escaped your lips, echoing off of the walls.

Felix was thrown on the floor, his body and face bruised and cut up, the outfit you dressed him in torn into pieces.

What was most concerning was the blood dripping out of his wounds.

Your heart started beating fast in fear.

Noticing Jenevieve standing in the corner together with some of your other dolls made your blood boil, your body starting to shake with rage as your eyes blurred with tears.

With a loud growl as rage took you over completely, you ran downstairs to grab your sledgehammer.

"I told you. I told you to behave!" you screamed at the culprits, lifting up your weapon and smashing the first doll that was nearest to you.

"How could you do this?" you cried, continuing to pound your sledgehammer on the dolls, damaging your wall and furniture in the process.

Jenevieve was last and you smirked at her.

"Goodbye, bitch." you said before smashing her into pieces, the sound of porcelain breaking was so satisfying in your ears.

"Do any of you have anything to add?" you looked at the other dolls coldly, the ones that didn't dare move from their designated place.

"Didn't think so." you added, fresh tears sliding down your cheeks as your eyes caught sight of Felix again.

"Shit!" you exclaimed, falling down to your knees and grabbing his face gently.

He was crying.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry I left you alone with them Lixie! I will make this right, I promise!" you cried as you held onto him.

You ran to your bathroom to grab a first aid kit, running back to Felix as fast as you could.

You tended to his wounds, tears falling down your face onto his cheeks and mixing with his own.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." you kept whispering as you took care of him, worry growing inside you when Felix became colder to the touch.

"I think this one needs stitches." you noticed a gash on his hand. "How did they do this? I'll never let anyone hurt you again, Felix."

That night, you brought Felix to your workshop, sewing up his wound and hoping that he would heal just like the bruise from his first day here was healing.

You didn't want to look at your dolls, opting to take Felix to the guest room, the only empty room in the house, getting him all comfy in your fluffiest blankets before you joined him under the covers.

"I love you a lot Lixie. Even though it's only been a week. You're my favorite doll ever." you kissed his cheek before cuddling him, holding him close to your body as you felt him warm up.

A smile spread on your face.

He's going to be okay.

Over the next few weeks, Felix's wounds have healed nicely.

You've asked to work from home so you could be with him all day.

It was quiet in your house, all of the other dolls were now even more afraid of you, after your little sledgehammer revenge.

You cuddled Felix a lot, holding him close whenever you could, playing with his soft hair and doting on him the entire time.

His face seemed to change throughout that time, from an expression of sadness and pain back to happiness and his rosy cheeks.

Once he was fully healed, you decided to bake a chocolate cake to celebrate his recovery.

Of course, he was in the kitchen with you, watching you work on the sweet treat.

You had more than one sweet treat in mind, you thought, giggling to yourself as you swiped some chocolate cream on your finger.

"Mm. So tasty." you smirked, looking directly at Felix.

"You wanna taste?" you took some more, coming closer to him and pressing your finger on his lips.

"Come on, I know you want it." you smirked. "I'll let you taste something even sweeter later."

He didn't react in the way you wanted him to, but his face was quickly becoming red.

Sighing, you leaned back and continued making the cake.

Once it was finished, you decided to let it cool down and take Felix to your living room.

"Look at that. I didn't even touch you." you giggled, the bulge in his pants evident.

He was finally all well and healed so you let yourself explore his body with your hands and lips.

It didn't take long for you to strip him, your eyes glued to his pretty cock, all hard for you.

"You make me wanna do things I usually don't." you sighed, gently stroking him.

"But you've been so good for me, so I gotta reward you." you laid Felix down, kneeling between his legs.

You kissed his thighs, lightly biting into his skin and noticing how he twitched at that.

You wanted to taste him and have him in your mouth which is something you were usually uncomfortable with but Felix made you want to do all those things you thought you never would.

"My good boy." you praise him, your lips pressing gentle kisses into his leaking cock.

Felix's body flushed as you kept kissing and licking at him, your hands sliding slowly on his soft skin, mapping him out.

You kissed his tip, tasting his pre-cum, sweet like cotton candy and you couldn't wait anymore as you wrapped your lips around him.

Your tongue tingled from the sweet taste as you swirled it around his head, a moan escaping your lips and making him leak even more.

Felix's fingers twitched on his side and your eyes widened a little as you took more of him in.

Hoping he would move again, you started bobbing your head faster, taking him in deeper, moaning around him and creating vibrations around his throbbing cock.

His fingers twitched a few more times, every time his tip hit the back of your throat it seemed to make him move.

Determined to snap him out of whatever trance he was in you gave it your all, drooling around his length as you sucked him harder, your hand squeezing his sensitive balls.

Taking you by surprise, Felix came, filling your mouth up with his cum and making you sputter as you didn't expect it.

You managed to swallow some, the rest making a mess out of his crotch.

You knew he was supposed to cum only after you pull on his hair so how did this happen?

Now, you had an even bigger inkling that Felix was alive.

A smirk spread on your lips as you stared at his reddened face.

"D'you want a taste, angel?" you giggled, your hand between your legs.

"Yeah, you do." you added, gathering some of your juices before bringing them up to his lips.

You pushed your finger in his mouth, making him taste you.

"I know you like that, my pretty prince."

You gave him a few kisses before cleaning him up.

"We can eat some cake tomorrow." you told him as you laid him down in your bed, the guest room now becoming your room.

As you cuddled up to Felix that night, you had no idea that he would finally wake up while you slept.

-

Felix's eyes widened as he fought for breath, his heart beating hard against his chest.

He gripped at the sheets, fisting them in pain as his whole body hurt.

You were sleeping peacefully on your side, facing him and for some reason he was terrified.

Felix saw what you did when you got angry so he didn't want to upset you in any way even though you treated him well, so well that he knew he loved you as much as you loved him.

But with confusion and fear running through his veins, he decided not to wake you up, instead he got up quietly in search of food and water.

He knew that if he took something from the fridge, you'd know he was awake so Felix made his way to your pantry, his feet padding on the floor quietly.

On his way there, his knee collided into a chair and he cursed quietly, his eyes widening as he looked back to the direction of your room.

Felix gulped, listening for some time and after deciding it was safe he entered the pantry.

He found some cookies and in his hunger he devoured most of them, accidentally leaving the wrapper and the crumbs behind.

After drinking some water, Felix returned to bed, deciding to let you sleep and maybe tell you that he's alive tomorrow.

-

Waking up the next day, you started the morning like any other, kissing Felix's sweet face.

But, something was different this morning.

His eyes were closed.

"Hm." you looked at him and he seemed to be breathing but it was so early in the morning that you thought you had dreamed it up.

Suddenly, your phone rang, scaring you out of your thoughts.

"Hi, Jackie!" it was your childhood best friend, the only person who tolerated your obsession with dolls.

She didn't mind it much and she loved you for who you were, the two of you grew up together, going through all the ups and downs with each other.

"Hey, y/n! I'm in town this weekend so I thought we could catch up." she said cheerfully.

"Of course, I'd love to!" you sat up, momentarily forgetting about Felix as you made your way to the kitchen with a smile on your face.

"Great, I can't wait to share all the tea I have." she said and you giggled before noticing something weird.

There was a glass you didn't touch on the counter, and your pantry door was open so you walked towards it as Jackie yapped in your ear.

As you turned the light on, you noticed half eaten cookies on the floor, the wrapper pulled apart seemingly with teeth.

"What? Do I have rats in my house?" you chuckled.

"I'm not a rat." a deep voice said behind you and you shrieked, turning around, your phone almost slipping out of your hand.

"Y/n? What's wrong?" Jackie asked.

"I'm gonna have to call you back." you said as you hung up, staring at Felix as he stood before you with his eyes wide, a timid look on his face, his cheeks rosy and lips pouty.

His hands were clasped together as he played with his fingers.

"F-Felix?" your eyes welled up with happy tears.

"It's me." he said, the depth of his voice shocking you once again, you didn't expect your sweet angel would have such deep vocal chords.

"Oh!" you laughed in delight, throwing your arms around him and hugging him tightly.

Felix gasped at your onslaught of love as you squeezed him so tight that you knocked his breath out of his lungs.

"I knew you'd come to me eventually, my angel." you gently took his face in your hands, your thumbs moving back and forth on his cheeks slowly.

"Y-you're not mad at me?" he asks cutely, blinking at you.

"No, no, not at all! Though, you left a mess." you shake your head and his face becomes redder.

"I'm sorry, I will clean it up." he says timidly and you giggle.

"Oh, you are so adorable!" cuteness aggression takes you over completely as you pinch his cheeks and kiss his plump lips repeatedly, making him giggle.

His stomach growled and he looked at you embarassingly, his face red and you chuckled.

"You need a proper meal." you said, deciding to make the classic eggs and bacon combo.

You took his hands and led him to the chair, sitting him down.

"Let me help you." Felix beamed at you.

"It's okay, Lixie. I like taking care of you."

"I know, but I want to do the same for you."

You melted instantly, kissing him again, it was hard to be apart from him.

The two of you made breakfast together, albeit clumsily as he was still confused about everything.

After eating, the two of you sat in the garden, you with your cup of coffee and Felix with his cup of hot cocoa, two slices of the chocolate cake you made last night served on the fine china.

"What made you wake up?" you asked.

"I- I'm not sure. I tried doing it before, I only managed to move my fingers or toes slightly, sometimes my eyes. It was honestly like I was imprisoned in my own body. I wanted to- to reciprocate, hold you properly and take care of you like you do to me." he said, looking away as he blushed once more.

"Ah, you are so sweet my prince. Just how I imagined. I knew you were alive, I was just hoping and waiting for you to break out of the hypnotized state."

"You think I was hypnotized?" Felix tilts his head at you.

"Do you remember anything before coming here?" you ask, reaching out to touch his hand gently.

"I remember this big cold room. And water. So much water. And there were others but I can't remember their faces. We were all there in the big room. There was a voice talking to us, I- I don't know what it said. But I think it was giving out commands." the more Felix talked about his past, the more worked up he was getting, his hands shaking, a thin sheen of sweat covering his forehead.

"Hey, hey it's okay. You don't have to tell me everything right away. It must be upsetting." you quickly stand up, holding his face and caressing him.

"I don't wanna go back there."

"You won't." you smile, sitting in his lap.

Felix freezes, his eyes wide and lips falling open, his face taking on the familiar rosy color.

"Y/n." he looks up at you cutely and you lean in, kissing him lovingly.

"You're no longer just my dolly. You're my boyfriend now." you giggle and he smiles the most beautiful bright smile you have ever seen.

"Oh! I am?"

"Mhm." you nod and lean in to kiss him again, your tongue licking at his bottom lip and he opens his mouth, letting you explore him properly now that he's awake, your hand tangled in his soft hair.

"I love you, Lixie." you kiss the tip of his nose.

"I love you y/n. Thank you for everything. For being so good to me and helping me heal when those dolls..." he shivers.

"Of course. Sorry if I went a little crazy. I know I can be insane sometimes. It's just when I saw you like that on the floor, I felt my heart break. I needed to smash them into pieces so they can never hurt you again."

"No, I'm glad you did that. If I could, I'd fight back."

"I know you would." you smile, shifting on his lap as you caress his face.

Scooting closer to him, you feel him press into you.

"I'm sorry." Felix whimpers, looking everywhere but at you. "I know you don't want to... you know."

"I do. Now that you're awake." you nod and his eyes widen.

"Oh?"

"Let's go inside." you giggle at his shocked expression.

"W-what do I do?" Felix looks at you unsurely as you sit on your bed. "Usually you're in charge..."

"You can take the lead, angel. Whatever you had in mind all this time, you can do now." you smile at him, taking his hands in yours to reassure him.

"I wanna worship you like you do to me." he blushes profusely and you chuckle.

"Of course." you say, the two of you starting with loving kisses, layers of clothing slowly coming off.

Felix lays you down gently, looking panicked for a moment, like he doesn't know what to start with, and as his eyes travel all over your body, the redness on his face spreads to his ears and neck.

Ultimately, he decides to do what you did, leaning down to kiss your neck first.

You throw your head back, giving him space as his plump lips gently travel on your skin.

You close your eyes as Felix's worships you, his lips so sweet on your hot skin, his hands caressing you gently as he slides them on your arms, then to your waist and tummy before slowly going up to cup your breasts.

"L-Lixie." you whimper as he plays with your nipples before leaning in to kiss them, his tongue darting out to swirl around the sensitive bud before his pretty lips wrap around it, sucking gently.

"Ah!" you moan, arching into him, arousal dripping from your core.

Felix whimpers when his finger touches your warmness, feeling how wet you got just for him.

He finds your clit, gently rubbing it in circles with his fingertips as he continues sucking on your breasts.

"Want you." you whine and he lifts up.

"C-can I taste you?" he asks, licking his lips and you nod eagerly.

Felix leaves kisses on your tummy all the way down to your core where he presses his lips against your clit.

"Mm, angel." you moan, making him moan too.

His tongue darts out as he starts licking at you and your eyes roll back.

He groans into your core, already addicted to your taste as he spreads you with his thumbs, pushing his tongue in eagerly, as deep as he can.

Your legs tremble a little, your hand ending up in his hair as you hold him down.

Felix keeps grunting into you, his deep voice sending vibrations through you as he laps you up, his button nose pressing perfectly against your clit.

Being sensitive, you can't hold it in too long as you explode, your juices spilling on his lips and chin.

"You taste so sweet." he looks up at you, licking at his lips.

"Come here, I need you." you make grabby hands at him and Felix giggles as he slides up, slotting himself perfectly between your thighs.

"Are you sure?" he asks and you nod.

"Please."

"Anything you want, darling." Felix whispers.

You feel his tip caress your folds and you whine, wrapping your legs around him as he sinks in, slowly opening you up just for him.

You embrace each other, your bodies moving together as Felix makes love to you until you're crying and trembling in his hold, your nails digging into his back as he finally releases his warm cum inside you, filling you up to the brim.

That night, Felix got to embrace you just how he always wanted.

The next few days pass by in perfect bliss.

You and Felix are attached at the hip, always together, always in each other's arms, lips constantly touching.

You took him out on so many dates and he loved being outside, seeing other people enjoying their day too, feeling the warm sunlight on his face, the gentle breeze caressing his hair.

You'd never been this happy before, never having someone who had seen you at your worst and still loved you for who you are.

Felix also loved helping you around the house, giving you massages and doing everything he can to make you feel comfortable.

He even told you of the dolls who were always nice to him so you'd take them out in the garden to hang out with you and Felix on a nice picnic date.

Even your friend Jackie was happy for you, first asking you to explain how the hell did he go from a doll to a human.

"So, basically, you were alive the whole time?" she scratched her head, as the three of you sat in your garden.

"I guess I was."

"So, do you remember how you were made? Like, are you human or?" Jackie asks, her eyes widened in wonder.

"I honestly have no idea. As I told y/n, I only remember that there was a room and that I was suspended in water."

"It's all so peculiar." you shake your head. "But it doesn't matter. What matters now is that Felix is alive and he is safe here." you kiss his cheek and he blushes instantly.

"If you're happy y/n, I'm happy too." Jackie smiles at you.

"Thanks, J." you giggle.

The rest of the afternoon Jackie fills you in with all the drama that happened in her life since you last saw each other, both you and Felix entertained after getting a scoop.

That night, Felix falls asleep quickly and you stay up just for some time, caressing his face and admiring his beauty.

"Good night, my sweet Lixie." you kiss his forehead before nuzzling into him and falling asleep.

Felix's night is filled with nightmares, after opening the topic of his past with Jackie today, memories started flooding in his mind.

People in white suits, their faces unrecognizable. A huge ceiling with big silver pipes. Water tanks with bodies floating inside them all in fetal position. Connected to a machine with a steady beeping sound echoing off of the walls.

The feeling of dread creeping up his spine.

Felix woke up with a loud gasp, covered in sweat, his heart almost leaping out of his chest.

"Lixie? What's wrong?" you sit up quickly as he jostled you awake.

"I- I had a nightmare." his lips tremble, tears sliding down his cheeks.

"It's okay, it was just a dream." you embrace him as he nuzzles into your neck.

You caress him until he calms down.

"It was about that place, wasn't it?"

He nods at your question and you sigh.

"How about we eat some ice cream?" you try to cheer him up and Felix nods quickly, a small smile already appearing on his face.

The two of you are in the kitchen when a loud banging on the door scares you both.

Both of you exchange a fearful look.

The banging starts again.

"Don't." Felix shakes his head, his hands trembling.

"It's okay." you reassure him, making your way to the door.

When you open them, you see five men in suits standing on your doorway, all their faces devoid of any emotion.

"Are you y/n l/n?" one of them speaks in a monotone voice.

"Yes, I am."

"So you've purchased Felix, the comforting doll?"

"I did. What is this about?" you ask confusedly.

"We are here to take him. There's been a malfunction and we need the dolls back at our company."

You scoff at them.

"No." you cross your arms.

"Miss, it's in your best interest to cooperate with us."

"Who the fuck do you think you are to know what's in my best interest?" you frown as two of the men exchange unimpressed looks.

You groan and in an attempt to shoo them away, you lift your leg up and kick one of the men right in his shin.

He doesn't even budge, doesn't make an expression or a sound that would indicate he was even hit.

"Get her out of the way." the man in the very back says and two of them grab your arms as you start screaming and kicking.

Three of the other men walk inside just as Felix runs up to the corridor, hearing your screams.

"Y/n!" he yells out, as the men grab him.

"Felix!" you kick around, tears sliding down your cheeks as you try to tear away from the men but to no avail.

"Let him go! He's alive! I love him!"

"Please don't take me away from her!"

Both of you scream but nobody listens to you.

One of the men takes a big needle out of his suitcase and before you can react he pushes it into Felix's neck, injecting him with some kind of liquid.

You scream as his body goes limp and they lift him up, walking out of your house.

"You'll get your money back, don't worry." the last man says and you scream at him, your tears flowing like a wild river.

"I don't want it! I want my Felix!" you cry, running after them but they've already pushed him into the backseat.

One of the men holds you back as they all pile in the car, leaving quickly as you fall down to your knees and cry.

Your heart hurts for breaking your promise of keeping Felix safe.

Your mind races with a thousand thoughts.

What are you going to do now?

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[lunamochii]

xavier's version, zayne's version

"You wanna lick my what now?"

Rafayel cock his eyebrows up, lips curve into a amuse smile. To think that you would say it loud, you can die in humiliation now.

"It's nothing!"

"Saying that you wanna lick my sweat ain't nothing, dearest."

He got off on the treadmill and walk towards where you are doing your own exercise, he stands infront of you and eyed your gym wear. His eyes following the sweat that trickled down from your chin to your neck.

Without saying a word he put his sweaty hands on your hips and dips his head forward, licking your sweat then move away. He smirk at you and pulled your body towards him

"Salty. Although I prefer tasting something other than your own sweat."

He whispered and lick your ears, his hands slowly massaging your ass then move one hand to slid inside your shorts. You let out a soft moan when his fingers glide over your slit.

"Rafayel.."

"Shhh.. you're fine, baby."

Rafayel gave your lips a quick kiss before kneeling down, your shorts pulled down along with your undergarment. He groans seeing how puffy your pussy is, you grab on the nearest pole as your legs wobbled when he lick your thighs.

Pressing open mouth kisses on your thighs, you whine on the way how he teases your begging cunt making his lips hover over it before moving to kiss the other side of your thighs

"Goddamnit babe, wet for me?"

"Yes, wet for you Yel'"

He smiles and lick a strip on your clit and it made you jolt away but he held your legs firmly, slinging one leg over his shoulder

"Be a good girl and stand still for me."

He says before closing the gap between his mouth and your glistening cunt, your hands flew to your mouth but he slap your thighs and you immediately move your hand away

"Fuck- such a obedient doll."

He presses his face more to your cunt, as if trying to get drunk on your juices. It's salty and sweet at the same time. Your sweet juice mix with your sweat, he had you begging for more as he lap and suck on your pussy.

Rafayel open his eyes and look directly at you, the way your jaw slacks and how you try so hard to grab for support, legs wobbling is making him want to fuck you dumb.

Dumb for his cock.

"M'cumming!"

You shout but when you were this close on reaching your high, he move away and stood up, letting your leg drop down the floor. Before you could protest he grab your jaw and kisses you fervently.

His three fingers replacing his mouth and you thrash around his arms as he fuck your needy cunt with his fingers.

He will fuck you later with his cock. For now, he wants you to cum on to his fingers.

"C'mon~ didn't you say you were cumming?"

He teases and kiss the tears away from your eyes, your legs clenching around his arm as he curl his fingers inside. You let out a loud moan of his name when he finally found the sweet spot inside you. And Rafayel is no gentleman, he abuse it, until you were a babbling mess before him

"Ah! I-I love you hmm- Rafayel~"

You lean in and lick the sweat off of his neck then move your head on to his arm and did the same thing. His glad that you're too high right now to notice how his ears are red as fuck.

"Naughty girl."

He bit your ear and fasten the pace with his fingers and you're back moaning his name, he felt you clench and he did it more harder and faster

"Rafa- ahh hnngg!"

Your nails dig right on to his biceps as you came undone on his fingers, he didn't stop pumping it letting you ride your high down. Once you're done, you slump into his chest as you catch your breath

"Are you okay, pretty?"

"Yeah, I am..."

"Good, cause I ain't done yet."

He kiss your cheeks and rubs his bulge to you and you just know that there will be no workout anymore for today.

[moyazaika]

indulgence.

m! yandere x gn! reader / nsfw; shadows, phantom limbs, tongues, a degree of infantilisation. stalking && obsessive thoughts. ( mdni. )

beware; for here there be monsters, and this one is hungry.

“oh, there you are, sweetheart,” he drawls, and you feel something wet and slithering against the hollow of your throat, over the drool on your slack jaw and right up to your swollen lips, which part for him in silent submission. “you taste delicious. far sweeter than any cloying nectar.”

“i think i might just…” your back arches against the soft tablecloth he has you laid over, flushed skin slotting up right against an abyss; shivering against the yawning chasm of his own body (could you call it that?) which threatens to devour you whole. through the darkness, you can make out the shape of a man barely-there. pathetic glimpses of the features of your generous host.

“yes…” two more tongues, you miraculously manage to count through the daze of your poor, confused mind—squirming helplessly under the wet muscle as it licks the tears that well up in your eyes, whilst simultaneously lingering at your belly button, moving lower and lower—a hum, “i think i might just eat you from the inside out.”

“ah!” your hips buckle. it’s something cold, and slimy. invasive in its nature, as it slips over and under your slick skin, pulsing with need. “please, please, please.” the string of pathetic pleas leaves your bruised lips like a chant. “please, please!”

and your host, who had let you in so graciously when you showed up at the door of his crumbling manor, lost and in need of shelter, has always been nothing but generous. phantom lips brush against the shell of your ear, as he promises to take such good care of a sweet, lovely, needy human like you—

“sing for me, songbird.”

—and, you do.

the loveliest little sounds just for him, for the cold, wispy touch that digs into the plush of your thighs, holds down your arms so you’re rendered completely helpless to him (it, you remind yourself. this is no mere man) as he paws at your heaving chest, kneading and pulling and pinching. a sort of detached awe. fascination for how humans can be so soft and pliable.

“how utterly adorable.” unblinking eyes look down at you, truly a feast the way you’re laid down on his expansive dining table like one. an unwavering gaze through long, dark lashes, against impossibly cold skin. “you’re so helpless, spread out like this on my table. you should know you’re also incredibly lucky, sweetness.”

“oh, so very lucky,” he grins, flickering before your eyes, shadows lurking beneath the stolen skin that’s wrapped over weary, ancient bones. those lips of his, curling into a crooked grin. “that i only want to take good care of my little human guest. lucky—” you gasp when his nails, sharper than they were only a second ago, scrape and claw and dig into the most sensitive parts of your quivering body. “—that i’m not some big. bad. monster.”

the simulacrum of a man—his facade falls apart at the seams as he has you coming on fingers and tongues with no solid state; shadows that leave you gasping through the wisps that tickle your sensitive skin, against a hand, the lithe shadowy digits willing (eager, even) to pull you past the brink you’ve been teetering on for the past hour; an act of mercy, that has you twitching in all the right places—and coming, with a long, petulant whine, incredibly and completely undone over the palms of his cold, cold hands.

“yes; you’re quite lucky,” he hums pleasantly, when the cold shadows curl against your ankles only mere minutes later, to pull them over his broad shoulders; now solid, like the sharp, greedy teeth that sink into the swell of your chest. his eyes flicker to meet yours, as he bites down. “that i love you.”

†

hours later, when you make to leave, thanking him profusely for his generosity, for allowing you a safe place to stay and… taking such good care of you; a lost traveller, in more ways than one; you fail to notice something important.

it comes as no surprise to your host, of course. you’re too soft to be left to your own devices. too sweet and darling.

it doesn’t dawn on you that your shadow is missing.

even as the sun sets, casting you in its dying glow, there is no trace of the shape of your constant silhouette that should be projected onto the forest floor. no mark of your existence, against the marvellous red sunset.

instead, your shadow is entirely separate. no longer attached to you, it follows behind instead, curling around the thick trunks of trees and slinking across the mossy forest floor; following close behind you, stepping right into every step you take, but never quite passing by; and when you find yourself lost, inevitably, it will return back to the crumbling manor you were in only hours before.

it will phase right through the main grand doors and the walls with their old, cracked paint; right besides the being who ordered it to follow you in the first place. a pleased smile on familiar lips, when he’s told the news, rejoicing in the act of ignorance; like he didn’t already know your exact whereabouts in his own domain, “oh, is my little human lost again?”

“very well,” he’ll make a show of sighing, though there is no attempt to mask the glee in his gleaming eyes. “i suppose i’ll have to find them, again. hm, it looks like i shouldn’t have let my pretty songbird fly away so soon.”

rest assured, he doesn’t intend to make the same mistake twice.

he’ll pull on a coat, then. not because he needs it, but because he’ll drape it over your shaking shoulders when he stumbles upon you, once again, ‘completely by chance.’ sweet, helpless thing like you, clinging to him in the darkness of the forest.

he descends the steps of his crumbling manor, shadows parting with every step he takes, a darkness swirling restlessly underneath cold, taut skin. he whistles a merry tune, itching to get all of his hands and tongues all over you again; driven by an insatiable hunger.

and this time, when he finds you (and he will; for there is no way you can outrun your own shadow) he intends to have his fill.

he will gorge himself, like a man long starved, on the feast that you are. oh, you’ll be dribbling down his chin and smeared all over his jaw as he works to drink you dry, and he’ll lick up every last drop. this time, the abyss doesn’t intend to let you go. you will stare into the yawning darkness and lose yourself, just as he has lost himself in you.

humans are often told not to play with their food, he recalls—

—it is a lovely thing, then, he supposes, that he was never human.

[lohotine]

AN: This is the Shadow Milk version of the Affogato post I made a while back- hahaha .-

(Fem again bc that's all I know how to write smut about. And if you saw me already post this on accident, no you didnt.)

Oh yeah, shout out to @vkxiraa again for help!! (They assisted with the start for this-)

Shadow Milk x Reader

Oneshot

Warnings: Sexual scenes, marking, oral, degrading, choking, swears, mirror fucking, overstimulation, creampie, NSFW, overall unholy,

-Obedience-

….Well, this situation is certainly interesting.

You were now Shadow Milk's 'puppet', as he likes to say.

His very own that would do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted.

You were like some sad excuse of a pet. He even gave you a collar and everything.

Suddenly, the room filled up with light as Shadow Milk Cookie entered, twirling around energetically.

“Doll~! I have a little gift for you!”

Finally; some real light... This is the first time you've seen it in a long time.

You could not screw this up...

"Ah, what is it?" You asked him.

Shadow Milk Cookie gave you his signature grin as he crawled in-between your legs.

A subtle blush would dust your cheeks, "What's this for-?" You asked, averting your gaze from Shadow Milk.

"Just rewarding you for your obedience.." He'd say, slowly slipping off your skirt and panties.

A cold breeze could be felt along your now exposed clit.

Shadow Milk gently pushes your legs apart with his hands before licking a long line over your entrance.

"You always taste so sweet.." he admitted before sucking on your already dripping cunt.

Shaky breaths escaped from your lips as Shadow Milk began to fuck you with his tongue.

"Come on love, let me hear you."

His voice sent a vibration that went up to your core, signaling a moan from you.

Your legs would twitch each time Shadow Milk swirled his tongue around in your insides.

His nails would dig into your plush thighs as he ate you out like he had been starved for weeks.

Loud exasperated moans spilled from your lips as he continued to suck and taste all of your liquids.

When it came the time for your orgasm to finally set into place, you'd leak all of your cum onto his tongue, to which he glady swallowed.

Just when you thought he had finished with you, he'd push you further onto the bed and flipped you over so that your knees and hands were pressed onto the bed.

Shadow Milk swiftly removes his pants before grabbing your hips.

He slowly pressed his tip into your swollen pussy, causing you to tighten around nothing at all.

"So eager for my cock?" He leans in towards your neck and whispered. "Such a needy slut.."

Shadow Milk Cookie finnaly presses fully into you, moving in and out, slowly and teasingly.

"Fuck, you're so tight.." He'd say before quickening his pace.

You pressed your face into the pillows as he'd thrust into you, muffling your moans.

He tugged on the back your collar, pulling your face out from the pillows below.

"Doll, make sure I can hear you while I rearrange your guts, yeah?"

Tears picked the corners of your eyes as he slammed into your already overstimulated self.

You could see yourself in the mirror infront of you, drooling and letting out unintelligible noises.

The pain would quickly turn into pleasure as he managed to hit all of your good-spots, and you'd hold onto the sheets like your life depended on it.

You kept cumming on his throbing cock, again and again, unable to say any words.

Shadow Milk placed a hand on your breast, rolling your nipple and sucking a hickey onto your neck.

You'd tighten around him with each thrust, taking him in deeper and deeper.

"Want me to cum inside of you?" Shadow Milk asked as tugged on the collar around your neck, causing it to become slightly harder to breathe.

"Y- yes-!" you chocked out between screams of pleasure.

You felt his cock twitch inside of you after you said that, before he released his seed deep inside of you.

Shadow Milk would flip you onto your back before pounding into you once more.

"We're not stopping until you've either drenched the sheets or pass out."

《☆》 Fin

[sugurusbabygirl]

how they eat you out

cw: somnophilia (Satoru), degradation (Toji)

Choso:

He aims to please. Will lay between your legs until you're a crying begging mess. He doesn't believe in using his fingers when eating you out. No, no, he knows how to use that tongue. And he makes sure you know that. He's a chronic people pleaser, putting your pleasure first....every single time. He'll guide you through your second orgasm, holding your thighs open with a vice grip. All the while he's still fully clothed and painfully hard. But he doesn't care. Your cries and moans are like a symphony to his ears, and he never wants it to end.

"God, you're so beautiful like this." "Think you can do another one for me, baby? C'mon, yes you can. Mmm, there's a good girl."

Kento:

Oh boy. After a long hard day of work, Kento wants nothing more than to take care of his girl. You'd want to treat him, having dinner ready for him when he gets home, but he has an entirely different meal in mind. With no more than a grunted greeting, he'd be tossing you up onto the counter and down on his knees before the front door even closes. Strong hands shoving your panties aside, gripping your thighs to translate his fiery passion to you.

"Fuck....m'sorry, darling. Just-mm-need you." "Been thinking 'bout you all day, darling. Maybe I'll call in sick tomorrow, hm? Spend all day with you. How does that sound? Ah, ah, use your words."

Megumi:

He wants it to be perfect. Every. Goddamn. Time. He'll look up at you with those alluring eyes, tongue nestled between your folds, and have the audacity to ask if he's doing okay. Won't add any fingers unless you explicitly ask him to. You just sound so sexy when you're desperate, who can blame him? Lord help you if you ask him to stop, because unless you say the safe word, he won't do any such thing.

"Want me to what? Sorry, couldn't hear you, baby. Gotta speak up." "Another finger? But you're already shaking. You really think you can handle it?" "You sound beautiful. That's it, say my name again."

Satoru:

He's literally obsessed with you. The way your back arches when he flicks his tongue over your clit. How you whisper-scream his name as he slides his fingers through your wet folds. The gentle tug you give his hair, getting tighter as you get closer and closer to the edge. But he's especially obsessed with having you first thing in the morning, before your eyes even open.

"Shit, y/n. So wet f'me even when you're sleeping? Dirty girl." "Hm? Oh, awake already? Mm, don't worry, baby. Just relax."

Suguru:

He's ready to pounce at a moment's notice. If you do so much as swing your hips a little too much as you walk by him, he's tying up his hair and you know you're in trouble. He doesn't even want full on sex all the time, just some time between your legs and he's good for another couple hours. Like a starved man, he'll twist and slide his tongue in ways that have you breathless in a matter of seconds. He'll spew obscenities until you're shaking and crying, then go back to whatever he was doing like nothing happened.

"So fucking sweet, love." "Thought you could prance around in that new skirt and I wouldn't wanna tear it off you?" "God, you're gonna be the death of me." "Need this pussy like fucking oxygen."

Sukuna:

Obviously uses it to get himself off, I mean, come on. Loves to make a night out of it. Ties you up, spread eagle to the corners of the mattress. Blindfolds you, gags you with your own soaking panties. You know the safe word, so he doesn't dare stop. Not after the first orgasm....or the second....or the third. Plowing you through wave after wave of endless ecstasy. Begging doesn't work. Crying for sure doesn't work. Everything seems to spur him on.....

"Such a needy baby, asking for more when I've already given you three." "Oh, you want me to stop? I just don't think that's true, princess. Look at how wet you still are. Go ahead, taste yourself on my fingers. Suck."

Toji:

Mean, mean MEAN. But so very loving at the same time. Knows that his insults only get you off faster. He loves nothing more than to have you sprawled out on the couch, naked, just because he asked you. Your fingers gripping his hair like your life depended on it, pushing him deeper into your needy, pulsing cunt. There's not a feeling quite like it in the whole world.

"All this just for me? Oh, darling you're spoiling me." "Such a good fucking slut, hm? Love it when I hold you down like this, don't you?" "Good sluts get three fingers. You wanna be a good slut, right, darling?"

Yuji:

Baby boy just wants you to be happy. Studied you like a final exam the first couple times, learned what you liked and what you really liked. He loves the way your eyes roll back when he rubs circles over your hardened nipples. How your legs start to shake right before you cum. How speechless he can make you after just a few gentle licks.

"Yeah? That feel good, baby?" "God, I love you like this." "No, no, please don't pull away. Let me give you another one, please?"

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_Nsfw_ a short little smutt_

"You sure you ready?"

"Yeah, I mean, I have no choice, really," he chuckles.

"Mmmh, finish packing, l won't bother you any longer." You give him a kiss on the cheek.

"Bother me? Comon, this is when I need you the most. Please stay here, " he says.

"Okay okay, I'm sorry. It's just...I hate that you're leaving but happy you get to be with all the members again.

"Yeah, it's bitter sweet" he says looking into your eyes.

You were about to tear up, but you decided to keep it together. He could see that this is bothering you. I mean, for months you won't be able to see each other. He grabs you by the waist and pulls you in close next to him on the carpet floor. He gives you a kiss.

"Before you know it, I'll be back healthier then ever"

You chuckle and look down. "Yeah...I know you wil."

You look back up at him. You both have a moment where you just stare into each other's eyes. When an idea popped into your head.

"Let's stop being all sad. Let's make these last moments worth it before you leave tomorrow. "

"Oh?" He says with a smirk.

You grab on to his t-shirt and kiss him passionately. You sit up on top of him while he grabs your waist and pulls you in closer to him. You start to remove his shirt. Revealing all the extra skin you can kiss and nibble on. So you do exactly that. He groans and moans with passion. Feeling your warm tongue all over his body. You head straight down for his pants next. His loose gym shorts didn't leave much to the imagination. You pull his shorts down along with his boxers, revealing his rock-hard cock, glossy by his own pre-cum. You grab onto it and start leaving kisses all over it. On the sides, bottom, top, and all around. Then you slowly lick his dick from the bottom to the top, remaining eye contact with him. You can see by his expressions that he is enjoying himself. He's almost eager. Before you know it, he grabbed on to you head from the back and had started to gently push you head down onto him. Letting out a loud moan.

"Ah fuck" he groans.

Seeing how eager he is becoming, you now try to take him in as deep as you can while stil working your tongue onto him. Making him a moaning mess.

"Fuck y/n, oh my god yes"

He starts to lightly buck his hips into your mouth while still controlling your head and the speed.

"Fuck, y/n..your gonna make me cum, wait wait"

"Mmmh, but i don't wanna" you nag and continue.

"No, no, stop," he insisted

"Whats wrong"

"I need to be inside you when I finish. I need to look you in the eyes. Get on the bed." His voice is steady.

You like seeing him this desperate. So you take your time. Slowly getting up. Removing your sweater. Then your pants. Now you're in your socks, panties, and bra. Kneeling on the edge of the bed in front of him. You take off your bra and start to play with yourself, here and there, biting your lips, just to tease him a little. You can see he likes it, yet very impatient.

He pushes you to lie on your back and climes his way over your body, admiring it naked for the last time for a while. He starts to leave kisses all over your jaw, neck, shoulders, tits and stomach. He's just too eager. And you are too. He comes back up and starts to kiss you passionately. He pulls your panties to the side and starts running his fingers over your already soaked pussy. You moan softly into his kisses. He puls his finger back up, and while remaining eye contact, brings his fingers to his mouth.

"Mmh, you taste so good, baby."

He then sits up straight and brings his cock closer to your pussy. He positions himself and starts to push himself into you.

"Oh fuck" you moan.

A little deeper, and he's in. He starts to thrust Into you. Though you can see it's difficult for him to hold back. Both hands on your throat while he starts to go faster and harder.

"Fuck, I'm gonna miss this pussy" he moans out loud.

"I'm gonna ...miss this dick baby."

You just knew that's what he wanted to hear. He goes even faster, making you moan even harder, making the bed shake and making you feel like you're on cloud nine. High from the lust.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum" you moan out.

"Yeah baby? Cum for me. Cum right now "

You start to feel your body lose control, the way he makes you feel. Your body shakes in pleasure as you reach your orgasm. At that same moment, you start to feel him, too.

"Ah fuck baby, I'm gonna cum"

He starts bucking his hips harder and faster, losing control completely.

You feel his hot cum splurging into you. You both let out your last couple moans of pleasure before calming down.

"Fuck, that was...."

"Amazing" you reply.

He pulls out slowly and plops down next to you. You lie down under his arms after exchanging a few kisses.

And then everything went black. You wake up. It's the next morning. Next to you is a note.

"HI love, didn't want to wake you. You seemed to be sleeping so peacefully. When you read this, I've already gone. But I'll be back in no time. I promise. I wiL think about you every stepping moment of the day and you will think about me too, right?

I love you so much baby. Take care love.

Xoxo jk.

(PS. I'm taking your favorite perfume with me. Just so I can remember your scent.)

♡Army....he's leaving. Their all leaving. But we can keep each other company till they are back and reunited, right? I decided to write a little something so we don't feel too empty inside. Please let me know your thoughts. And stay safe out there, my horny babes ♡

[whyareyoulookingatmelikethat]

Hiya A love your writing I was hoping you could write a twisted shelly and twisted vee x reader where the reader is miss them both dearly so they decided to go to the gift shop floor to get a plush of both of them and end up running into them on that floor.

Oms...I had SO much inspiration for this right away! I think this is my quickest story yet! Also, thank you so much for requesting! (And also being polite! ^-^)

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Not much else to say for this except I think that this is a really cool request.

The elevator descends with a quiet hum, and then it’s immediately drowned out by a loud clang as the doors slowly open, nearly making you jump out of your shoes. That noise will always scare you…

The floor reveals itself as you step onto the wooden floor, purple carpet surrounding the area. Ah yes, the gift shop area. You jolt as a purple question mark symbol appears above your head.

You have to take a double take, as then ads begin clouding your vision.

You nearly cry on the spot. YOU CAME TO GET THEIR PLUSHIES, NOT BE REMINDED OF HOW THEY’RE DEAD!!

You grit your teeth, pushing onwards despite the growing pit in your chest. First you scan the area. No sight of them. That’s not good.

You sprint to the nearest rack of clothes, looking around for the source of two sets of footsteps. One heavy and loud, another more soft and gritty-sounding.

There's a flash of brown, and then Shelly walks out from around the corner. You quickly duck behind the line again as she heads to your right, towards the checkout where you stepped out from. Did she hear you or something…?

You scan the area almost robotically, looking for plushies, though you’re not the robot here. And then you see them.

Your eyes light up in excitement as you see the wide, sweet smile of Shelly’s plush, and the droopy antennae of Vee’s. You rush forward and SQUEEZE the life out of them, or you would have if they were living.

You let out a sigh of content as you gingerly pat Vee on the head and lean forward to give Shelly a kiss. But…you never make contact with any soft fabric. You open your eyes in confusion as you hear a comical squeak, and then let out a squeak of your own as you see yourself hanging above the ground.

You automatically thrash around as you hear a growl from behind you, then freeze as you’re turned to meet a very, very wide grin.

But this time, it wasn't so sweet.

You let out a quiet gasp as your eyes trail up to meet her blood-red ones, her mouth gaping open and tongue hanging out as she stares at you. Her sharp teeth glint in the artificial lighting above you and she tilts her head slightly to the right.

She doesn’t even blink.

You’re forced to cover your ears as she lets out an ear-piercing roar, rumbling through the area. You can feel water drip down your cheeks, slipping into your mouth. It tastes…salty. When had you started crying?

Not long after she finishes, her head swiveling almost 360 in a freakish manner, do you hear the second pair of footsteps on the floor.

Vee.

Couldn’t she have just eaten you yet? You don’t want to see both of your lost lovers…

Alas, the all-too familiar tv screen comes around the corner shortly after, her glare slightly faltering to look neutral. She stares at you, completely still.

There’s a strange buzzer sound, and her antennae lift slightly. You close your eyes as she steps towards you, bending down to your level. You feel a claw poke at your cheek several times, leaving a sticky sensation behind. There’s another buzzing sound, and then a hiss.

You sniff, tears pouring down your cheeks now as you’re set down. You open your eyes half-way to see an ichor-covered hand place the two plushies featuring the twisteds in front of you in your lap.

You can see the fabric soaking in the black, thick substance, staining the pure colors. You don't care if it’s messy, you immediately latch onto them and curl up into a tight ball, sobbing.

It’s silent, before you hear a hum, followed by a groan in…response?

You clutch the plushies tightly to your chest, too scared to move. You can hear clanks growing quiet, something getting farther away?

You hear a thump from beside you. The first thing you see when you open your eyes is…Shelly trying to get herself comfortable. The way her heels are lifted looks like it’s very uncomfortable for her to sit, but she tries anyways.

…You appreciate the effort. Gold star to her.

You lift your head slowly, jumping slightly at the sight of her staring at you. Some things will just…never fail to make you scared.

You feel as if she’s burning holes into your skin with her gaze, eyes laser-focused on your every movement. But she makes no effort to hurt you.

That’s good enough for you, and you break.

You don't care if she’s a monster, she’s still the sweet, lovable dinosaur lover you know. You crawl over to shakily wrap your arms as far as you can around her. There’s a significant size difference between the two of you, with you only being able to reach halfway around her waist, but you try your best.

She lets out a quiet hiss, leaning her head on yours. Her arms stay by her sides stiffly, as if she’s afraid to scratch you.

You hear the clanks grow louder again, and another hum. Then, a much louder clank from behind you, and a heavy weight on your back.

Sniffling, you clutch Shelly tighter as you’re squeezed similarly.

You want to stay like this forever.

[themotherofhorses]

Handmaid!reader and Aemond having a picnic with Vhagar in the background and playing with their children.

pairing: aemond targaryen x handmaid!reader

notes: dad!aemond makes my ovaries hurt so fucking much.

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The morning of their planned family picnic dawned bright and sunny, with only a few puffy white clouds scattered across the sky. Such a perfect summer day, and his twin boys were beyond excited, nothing more than a pair of pups bouncing and wagging and yapping at their sire’s feet. Large, twinkling violet eyes and small pouts they gave him, and he could not say no to them.

So Aemond called for a royal cook to pack them a lunch before telling his sweet girl to dress comfortable, in one of the pretty and thin dresses he had tailored for outside events.

At midday, they settle outside King’s Landing, along the Blackwater Rush, tucked within a flowered grove with cool green grass and shade. The currents are wicked and treacherous, they warn their children. Do not venture too close, lest you be drowned in the waters.

But the boys are too taken with Vhagar, who slumbers behind them, to care the slightest about the river.

His handmaid sits beside him, upon the thick fleeced blanket, nursing their new daughter at her breast. Her back is to their sons, but Aemond has a feeling she’s aware of their every move around his dragon. Mother’s instincts. But gods, she’s so pretty in the sunlight, he thinks, with her arms filled with his own, and he’s stricken with lovesickness once again.

“Sweet, isn’t it?” Aemond asks.  

She lifts her head to look at him. “Hm?” Her voice is soft, airy and calm. “What is sweet?”

He gestures around them, to their woven picnic basket and the great rushing river, and their children and the beauties of the land. Scattered about the blanket is half a suckling pig and buttered turnips and a piping nutty bread loaf, as well as a pigeon pie, at the request of their twins. “Everything in this very moment.” He lifts his chalice to his lips, taking a quick sip of his mead.

“It is peaceful, quiet, and just our family- the way it should be. We ought to do this more. There is no need to worry about bloodshed and wagging tongues and wandering eyes. It’s just us.”

We’re husband and wife, he wants to add, but instead remains silent.

The elm, the alder, and the black cottonwood see us as nothing more, and nothing less.  

She smiles. “Yes, my prince,” she agrees, before glancing back down, to stroke their daughter’s browbone with her thumb, and coo at the little noises. Alysanne, they named her, after her own grandmother and the Good Queen Alysanne. She had been born during the early springtime, while a thunderstorm raged outside, and her father wept tears of joy inside. She has her mother’s features, to his delight.  

“Ah, well, it seems you were quite hungry, my little one,” she tells the babe, giggling.

“She’s a dragon, my love. Perhaps she wishes to grow as big and strong as Vhagar.”

“Maybe.”

Aemond snags two pieces of the bread and hands her one, before plopping the other in his mouth. It’s still warm on his tongue, and he can taste the sweet walnuts and hazelnuts, and the pumpkin and oat seeds.

It’s then that one of their boys- the youngest of the two, Aenar, creeps behind his father, before flinging his arms around his neck. “Hello, father,” he whispers, nuzzling his plump face against Aemond’s cheek. Aemion slides next to his mother, kissing her on the cheek. Both boys are red-cheeked and bubbling with breathless laughter, clutching their tiny wooden stick swords in their hands.

Their mother clicks her tongue. “Are you thirsty?” she asks, reaching for the water jug. “And look at you! All sweaty and soiled, what shall we ever do with the both of you?” Aemond takes the little Alysanne from her arms as she tends to the boys, washing the sweat and dirt from them with a cool, damp cloth. But she’s laughing too, and it soon makes him laugh as well.

Aemond leans in, sniffing Aenar. “You smell more dragon than human now. Should your mother and I be worried you’ll sprout wings tonight?”  

“Vhagar allowed for us to climb her legs!” Aenar exclaims, wiping his fingers on his tunic, then chewing on a piece of meat he stole from his father’s plate. Aemion nods from where he’s seated in his mother’s lap, nestled against her chest.  

“We felt like you, father! Big and strong and ready to claim a dragon of our own!”

Aemond smiles, and his handmaid giggles, and he reaches out to hold her hand in his. As their sons keep recounting their previous enjoyment with Vhagar, their fingers twine together as husband and wife.

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for @ra1denov1tch raphtav knotting, afab tiefling tav using they/them (first time writing knotting can you tell 🫣)

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“Such a wonderful, devoted little mouse,” Raphael purred. Smoothed his palms over their back, touching the bumps and ridges of their stunted infernal heritage. The spots of bunched skin that once might have been wings were especially sensitive, but Raphael did not linger there. He lightly dragged his claws down their spine, snatching their tail in a big paw. It had been swaying to-and-fro, a signal of their arousal and excitement. The devil didn’t let them wrap it around his wrist; instead he rubbed the fragile skin of the tail’s underside with intent.

“Nngh,” groaned Tav, fingers clenching the red silk sheets. Bubbly pleasure sparked from their tail’s base to the tips of their horns, coiling in their belly. Raphael chuckled.

“Does that feel nice, my sweet pet?” He spoke patronisingly, as though Tav were a puppy receiving a treat.

“Yes,” the tiefling breathed, gasping when Raphael’s grip tightened. “Ah! Yes, master…”

“That’s better,” the master rumbled, “after all, it wouldn’t do for you to forget your place, would it?”

As if they could. On all fours, baring themselves to their devil on his own bed. He loomed over them in his massive cambion form, devouring them in his mighty shadow, his presence. There was no doubt who belonged where. Tav wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Never,” they swore.

“Good,” said Raphael, approval and dark amusement in his tone. “Good pet.”

Tav couldn’t help the way they shuddered, a desperate, yawning ache in their cunt for him, for his cock, the only thing that satisfied them. Raphael laughed at them, a little cruel and a little pleased. He stroked their tail once more, its full length this time. Then the mattress dipped with his weight as he settled behind them. The heat his naked body gave off was intense. He surrounded Tav, but he didn’t mount them yet. He cupped their backside, spread their cheeks so he could hungrily stare at their sex, slick and flushed. Tav hung their head, fighting not to squirm, to just let him look.

“Sublime,” he said, swirling two fingertips between Tav’s hot velvety folds, deliberately ignoring their clit, and they knew better than to chase his touch. Push too much and he would pull away, laughing as he did so. “Wet and ready for me at a moment’s notice…I’m tempted to ask if you’re embarrassed, but we both know you don’t have any shame. I enjoy that about you, you know. Your sin is delicious. Just like your pretty quim.” He punctuated his words by sucking his fingers clean. Hummed when Tav’s taste hit. A sharp thrill of desire had Tav gripping the sheets again. They were going to rip them at this rate.

“Raphael,” they whined, “please…”

“Oh, yes,” growled the devil, “beg me. Beg me for salvation from your delightful suffering. Salvation only I can offer.”

He grabbed Tav’s hips, squeezing hard. When he pressed himself closer, Tav felt his leaking erection rub against their ass, the small of their back. His thick, ribbed thighs boxed them in. His serpentine tail encircled their calf, coaxing their legs to spread wider. The places where their bodies touched grew damp with sweat.

“Please. Please, Raphael,” begged Tav.

“Please what?” Raphael’s long forked tongue licked up a salty drop on the back of Tav’s neck before it could drip down or disappear into their hair. “Mmm…almost as sweet as your tears.”

“Please…” Tav knew what he wanted to hear. The devil was right; they had no shame. They rolled their hips, rutting against him. It was easier when they couldn’t see the smug satisfaction on his face. “Take me, fuck me, use me…anything.”

“Ah…how could I refuse you, when you’re so desperate?” Though he was amused, there was a tightness in Raphael’s voice that suggested he wasn’t unaffected, either. His claws dug welts into Tav’s flesh from the strength of his grip. They’d have bruises tomorrow. Bruises they would relish. “As you wish, little mouse.”

The blunt, flared tip of his cock, its tiny slit oozing precum, nudged through their slippery mons, bumped their clit, before snagging on their weeping entrance. Raphael pushed inside them slow, steady, both to tease them and to savour the first breach of their tight, hot cunt; held Tav still when they pushed back, tried to hasten him. He was in control. Tav could only bury their face in the sheets and gasp as their devil leisurely filled them with his thick hellish length, relishing every tug of soft fleshy barbs and ridges. That gasp became a muffled squeal when Raphael abruptly snapped his hips, his cockhead kissing the opening of their cervix as he sheathed himself to his infernal hilt. He grabbed one of their horns and yanked their head up, making Tav cry out.

“Let me hear you,” he commanded. “Every scream, every whimper. You will not deny me.”

He gave them little time to adjust, fisting their hair, his rhythm indulgent and brutal and selfish. When he was balls-deep, Tav’s cunt clenching and milking his hard cock for everything it was worth, was when Raphael’s true fiendish nature often came out to play. His voice got deeper, raspier, a little less human as his fastidious facade crumbled, as he surrendered to his baser instincts. He was vicious, unforgiving, ravenous and focused in his sexual appetite. These were the moments Tav lived for. Tieflings could experience fractions of this fucking frenzy, but cambions, being so much closer to full devils, were on a different level. Since they’d first taken Raphael’s cock, been split open and unapologetically fucked raw by him, nothing else could ever scratch the itch for Tav again, and of course, the devil knew it. Took advantage of it. Revelled in it. He squashed their bodies together, hunched completely over Tav, so that he could bite their pointed ears and snarl filth into them. His other hand moved from their hip to their abdomen, flattening and pressing the tender yielding flesh. He wanted to feel himself fucking into them. Ruining them.

“You are mine,” he hissed, barely audible over the obscene sounds of sweat-slick skin and cum-slick sexes slapping together, Tav’s mewls and squeaks and sighs, and Raphael’s own grunts and harsh, ragged breathing. “No one can satisfy you the way I can. No one feeds your twisted lust the way I do. No other cock feels as good inside you as mine. Does it?”

“N-no, oh fuck,” Tav choked. Wracked with a violent, all-consuming, shuddering orgasm that thrashed the tail, bared the teeth and curled the toes and fingers. Those sheets were absolutely shredded. “Fuck, Raphael!”

“So tight,” snarled the devil as he began to unravel, his thrusts fast and sloppy, ignorant and uncaring that Tav was coming, that they were overstimulated, that they wept and writhed and cried out to him. He feasted on their pleasure and their suffering in equal measure. His wings spread, surrounding them. Everything was Raphael. Raphael, whose balls were swollen and yearning to empty, his leaking cock stiffening further inside Tav, and…

Something else nudged their entrance. Fat, firm, about the size of a fist – his fist, not theirs. Working its way up the devil’s prick. Tav’s breath hitched, their thoughts blanking. They knew what it was. His knot. Another special little gift of his biology. One that only showed itself if he was especially worked up.

“Oh, Gods,” Tav whimpered. They were already so full, so sensitive. “It won’t fit, I…I can’t take it…”

“Yes you can,” uttered Raphael, merciless, and that was that.

A low, indulgent groan that became a deep sigh and the devil reached his peak, his knot squeezing itself into Tav’s cunt with a squelching pop. It hurt, but only for a moment. The stretching agony melted into ecstasy and Tav trembled as they came for the second time, stuffed with the devil’s thick squishy knot as his potent release – so damn hot, like liquid fire that somehow didn’t burn – spurted inside them over and over. They knew they’d be staying that way for quite some time, plugged up and full of cum, their devil purring monstrously on top of them. And that was alright.

[pinejayy]

╰┈➤ How they finger you || Hantengu Clones x F!Reader smut

summary: I wanted to write this so please do enjoy the hantengu clones playing with your kitty uwu

warnings: smut,, fingering duh, degrading, for urogi I’m gonna do him going down on your kitty because bro is gonna rip your insides with his talons. curse words.

Sekido || Finger you roughly until you’re crying

As you were spread out in his bed, you laid there naked and he had two fingers inside of your needy hole. Loud moans kept escaping your mouth. “Sekido…please.” You beg out. He looked at you and made a face, he moved his fingers in and out of you quite roughly and it was becoming overwhelming. “Shut up, I didn’t give you permission to speak.” He said, and with each word he kept on hitting your sweet spot making you throw your head back in pleasure, tears streamed down your face. He didn't give two shits if he was being rough with you. He just wanted to get a good reaction from you.

“Look at you.” He hissed out, Sekido smirked as he curled up his fingers. He knew what you liked and what you didn’t. “You’re my dirty slut…is that right?” He growled out. Making you moan out “Yes sir. I’m your dirty little slut…please…”

He just smirked, as he fingers you his thumb made it’s way to your clit and he started to rub circles. Your breath hitched up. Moving your hips against his fingers to get more pleasure. “Look how desperate you are? Do you wanna cum around my fingers?”

Moaning louder “Fuck! I do! Please!” You whimper and he smirked. Feeling your walls tighten around his fingers, as he moved his thumb quickly on your clit your eyes rolled behind your head and you gasp out as you reached your climax. Panting heavily, he pulled his fingers out and licked your juices off of his fingers

“So fucking delicious…you taste good princess. I wanna try it from the source.” He said, and before you could answer he already had his head between your legs, his tongue lapping your wet folds. Moaning under his breath, he smirked. "Be a good little slut and stay still."

Karaku || Finger you while you’re in doggy style postion

Your moans filled the room, currently you were in the doggy style position and Karaku had two fingers deep inside of you. Whimpering softly “Please…it hurts.” You say, burying your face into the pillow, tears steaming down your face. As he smirked, he slowed down the pace. “Aw come on Darling. If you can barley take my fingers how do you expect to take my cock?” He cooed out, leaning in and kissing your neck. Feeling his fangs brush against your soft skin. “You wanna make daddy happy right?”

His voice and his kisses made you moan under your breath. “Come on, make daddy happy…please?” He whispered against your neck. Making you groan “Okay…just please be gentle.”

He couldn’t help but smirk, his fingers still inside of you he decided to have more fun with you. Karaku began curling his fingers up, and with this position you’re in he immediately found your sweet spot. Moaning loudly he smirked. “Ah?! Did I find your special spot?” He said in a mocking tone of voice. You were too busy moaning in your own pleasure “I take that as a yes.” He said loudly, licking his lips.

His fingers kept on hitting the right spots, forcing your face down the bed. “That’s right. Take my fingers you dirty whore..” He growled, he felt his needy budge under his pants making him hiss out. “Hurry up and cum already so I can fuck your pretty little hole.”

You moan, and soon after you reached your climax. He quickly pulled his fingers out and sucking on them. Moaning under his breath. “I can’t wait to fuck you dumb.” He growled out, grabbing your hips roughly. “Now it’s time for the real thing.” He said, and with a quick motion he was naked, his cock hard and ready. Slowly he teased your hole with the head of his cock. "Fuck..you're in for a ride baby~."

Aizetsu || Will finger you as he’s eating you out

Aizetsu currently had his head between your legs and his fingers inside of you. Your toes curled in pleasure, and your eyes were rolled back. “Hey Sweetheart? Am I doing this right? Are you feeling good?” He asked you, pulling his face away from your head. Keeping his fingers inside of you still, you moan loudly. Letting him know he’s doing amazing. “Y-Yes dear, you’re making me feel so good…so freaking good.” And he couldn’t help but blush at your comment. He leaned in again and gave your clit a long lick. His fingers moved in and out of you in a slow and passionate pace. His long fingers kept on hitting every sweet spot.

He couldn’t help but moan, he loved seeing your reactions. Aizetsu always puts your pleasure first rather than his. “You know you look beautiful. So beautiful Sweetheart.” He whimpered out, sucking on your clit making you gasp out. Your walls tighten around his fingers making him smirk. You look at him, and you could see his eyes and were filled with lust.

“Ah that did something?!” He said softly, so he continued to suck on your bundle of joy. You moan out. “Aizetsu…ahh gah.” You moan out, struggling to speak. And he just kept on going. He couldn’t help but pick up the pace with his fingers.

Now with him sucking onto your clit and also him picking up the pace from his fingers you were close. And he could tell. “Please, come all over my face and fingers. I deserve it.” He moaned out. His other hand held one of thighs open. “Cum for me.”

And with that you moan out. “AIZETSU!” You moan out, throwing your head back. Squirting your juices all over him, your face turned red as you never squirted before. But he was smirking like crazy and before you could speak up he pinned your arms over your head. “I want you to do that again.”

Urogi || Eating you out

He watched you as your back was against the bed, and your legs were spread open for him. Lapping his tattooed tongue against your wet folds, it was ashamed he couldn’t finger you like the other clones could, he desperately wanted to feel your walls with his talons but he would most likely rip your insides. But he always makes it up by pleasing you with his tongue and he can proudly say that he’s the better clone at giving head.

Moaning under your breath, you couldn’t help but move your hips against against his tongue. And he smirked and grabbed your hips, he had to hold himself back from digging his claws into your soft skin. “Who gave you permission to move your hips? Are that horny?” He mocked you, a playful grin spread across his face. “Screw it, grind on my face baby. That was hot.” He buried his face into your heat and began eating you out as if you were his last meal.

Throwing your head back in bliss, grinding your hips against his face. He moaned into your holds, he was enjoying how you tasted. “So fucking delicious.” He said against your heat, opening your legs and pulling his head away making you whimper. Spreading you out, he eyed your wet core. Licking his lips. He leaned in again and placed small kisses against your clit.

“So good. So delicious..” He whispered, placing a long kiss on your clit. Giving you an open sloppy kiss on your clit and he couldn’t help but swirl his tongue around your pink button. He buried his face into your heat, and he began fucking you with his tongue. “Ahh~.” You moaned out. Your legs began to shake in pleasure, you were close and he desperately wanted to taste you. “Cum…now.”

You didn’t waste anymore time, you released your juices all over his face, and he giggled licking up all your juices. “Wow. Look at you.” He smirked, he licked his lips. Leaning In towards you and smashing his lips against yours. He shoved his tongue into your mouth, making you taste yourself. As you guys shared a heated tongue kiss he pulled away and looked you in the eye. “You know what would be so hot?” He asked you, looking at him. “Hmm?” You say, looking into his eyes. “If you were to finger yourself and I watch.” He said, pulling away and sitting up. Making you turn red, but you wanted to please him. Sitting up and opening your legs for him to watch. And slowly your hands made their way to your needy hole.

[l1tw1ck]

Sweet like Honey

dom!bottom!ftm!stepbro Kaeya x sub!top!masc!perv reader

☆ AFAB Language Used ☆

↳ [Part One]

CW: Stepcest, Finger Sucking, Cunnilingus, Nipple Play

You, on your knees, look up at Kaeya who's sitting on his bed with his legs spread. He's wearing the light blue thong you bought him, rubbing his clothed pussy with two slender fingers. "Thanks for the gift, pervert." Kaeya presses his foot on your hard-on and rolls it around. "You're so hard already."

You whine. "Please."

He bites his lip and moves his foot away. "Go ahead. Jerk off." He pushes the thong aside and slides two fingers inside his wet pussy. You quickly take your length out, lightly gripping your cock and sliding your fist up and down as he fingers himself, occasionally rubbing his clit.

"Ah~" Kaeya moans, showing off. You watch in awe as his fingers skillfully work his pretty pussy. He takes his free hand and brings it up underneath his shirt, pulling on his hardened nipple. "Fu- fuck-" Kaeya hits his g spot and calls out your name. "Gonna come~" He warns. You pause your masturbation, staring in between his legs and anticipating his orgasm. Kaeya pulls his fingers out and rubs his clit furiously, arching his back and squirting on your face. You quickly open up your mouth and try to drink whatever you can. "Pervert." He grins, pushing two fingers back inside and getting them slicked up before pulling them out and pressing them on your tongue. "Suck."

You wrap your lips around his digits, moving your tongue around them and tasting his delicious slick.

The taste soon leaves, causing you to frown. Kaeya notices and pulls his fingers away. "You want more?" He asks and you nod. "How greedy." He laughs.

"Please, Kae." You whimper.

He shivers. "Go ahead."

You bury your head in between his legs and swipe your tongue up his wet pussy, moaning at how good he tastes. You stick your tongue inside him, exploring his warmth. Kaeya rolls his head back in pleasure. "Ah~ yes~" He moans. "Good boy-"

You tongue fuck him, drinking straight from the source. He closes his thighs around you as you poke at his pleasure spot, getting him close to an orgasm. "Oh Gods–" He gasps. "[Name]–" He lets out a loud moan as he comes, cum gushing onto your tongue and into your mouth.

this part is very self indulgent

You were busy all day and couldn't come home until late, leaving Kaeya to his own devices. When you entered his room, you were greeted with the sight of him half naked and finger fucking his wet pussy. "Harder- fuck me harder, puppy–" He moans. You instantly grow hard and walk towards him. You unsheathe your hard length and jerk yourself off as he comes. "Ah~" He sighs happily, taking his fingers out and relaxing his body.

"Were you waiting for me?" You call out to him. He jumps in shock and turns his head to you. He glances at your cock before spreading his legs and presenting himself to you.

"Yeah, so hurry up and make up for lost time." He smirks. You quickly get onto the bed and slide your length inside him.

"Ye- yes!" He cries out in pleasure. "Pu- pull my hair~!" He orders, eyes rolling back as you do so. Kaeya grins as you fuck him stupid, ruining the eyeliner he'd forgotten to wash off. He loves how you fuck him so desperately, how you fuck him like he's the best you've ever had. You use your free hand to rub his clit, his body reacting positively to the feeling. He's already about to come again thanks to you. Kaeya shakes hard as he orgasms, squeezing your cock. "Ooh~!" He whimpers as you slow down, the slow but constant movements tickling his sensitive insides. You turn him onto his back and slide his shirt upwards, leaning over to lick his hardened nipples. Kaeya whines as you grope and suck on his chest, he's so sensitive that he might come again. "'S too much-" He shakes his head. He doesn't want to stop you but he can't deal with the stimulation.

You pull out and choose to jerk off instead, pumping yourself to the amazing sight of his tear stained face. "Gods, you're so fucking pretty.." You groan. Kaeya's cheeks grow hot, suddenly feeling like going another round thanks to your current expression. He loves the way you look at him. "Can I come on your pussy, Kae? Please?"

Kaeya bites his lip and nods. You soon spurt thick ropes of cum on his cunt. You wish you had a camera to take a picture of the current view presented to you, but you opt to clean him up instead.

[itoshi-s]

@mimikage requested: rin + spit // no lukewarm love v-day event !

wk: 1.7k. cw: nsfw, fem reader (fem bodied + referred to as girl), spit play, dacryphilia tbh, just nasty nasty sex n rin aka what else could i put out at 5am ?? mdni

rin loves you like this the most - incoherent and delirious, high off the ecstasy that rolls through every nerve.

you were shameful about it once - the way your eyes would water and hips jolt against his own as the pleasure overwhelmed all your senses, leaving a white noise in it's wake. you'd gasp and shudder as his tongue pushed at yours, slick and hot, vibrating with the groan he let out when you went to turn your head away.

you used to rest a hand across your face, covering yourself up as you pressed the warmth of your cheek into the pillows in embarrassment, other palm pushing at his shoulder in defeat. s'too much, rin, you'd whimper pitifully between sticky sweet moans that he was quick to swallow right up.

messy. rin had to coax you into it - a couple saccharine words, murmured against your cheek; laced with gentle, lingering kisses and honeyed praises. you took him so well, after all, and you enjoyed it, didn't you? felt good, right? so why'd you hide this from him, deny him these pretty sounds and faces? he wants to see how he's making you feel - watch the pleasure spill over in crystalline tears, streaking down your heated cheeks; tumble out in wet sobs and drip down your jaw when your tongue desperately lolls out, fighting for a breath.

you're a darling little thing, desperate to please, eyes full of trust as they peer up into the turquoise pools that simmer with perhaps more desperation than you bargained for. please, baby. need all of my good girl, need to feel all of you.

once you allow it - the entirety of you, to him - you never want to go back.

it's overwhelming, the pleasure that melts each quivering muscle as you grip onto rin's forearm, keeping you caged underneath the broad of his frame. if it wasn't for the large palm splayed across your lower tummy, fingertips digging into the doughy flesh to keep your ass snug against his front, you would've gone limp.

"rinnie," you all but wail, wet and teary when the sound gets muffled by the pillow. "ah, oh god, rin!"

the airy squeals, dull sting of nails breaking his skin and slick, gummy feel of your walls as they drag along his throbbing length - it's almost too much to handle, rin thinks as his head drops to rest on your shoulder, clammy with sweat.

"mmm- y're feeling good, hm?" he slurs, mouth hot on your feverish skin. sensitivity spiking past all limits, you feel every languid flutter of rin's lashes on the crook of your neck, planes of sculpted chest pressing against your back that trembles in its sinful arch. "hah- tell me how my girl feels."

your heart jitters against your ribcage at the praise all the while a wheeze rips through your chest as rin draws his hips back, only to press back in - further, deeper, until every inch swells against all the right spots.

"yes, yes rin," you babble, fingers tightening around his wrist and other hand reaching back to grab at his nape and pull him closer, 'til his nose knocks against your jaw. "good, you're s'good to me."

he seems satisfied, or perhaps just half-conscious in his pleasure as well when he leans in and presses a kiss to your cheek, then another, and then some, until he tastes the salt on your searing skin.

you hiccup, syrupy and moist when rin's tongue laps at your tears - a pitiful display of the desire that runs too intense for your body to handle. your eyes roll back, face tilting, allowing him more space and inviting for more - the compliance, more unconscious than not, makes rin's heart leap out of his chest and cock leak heavily against your swollen cervix.

"fuck, yeah, 's it." rin breathes, choppy and lithe when he fixes the pressure his hand puts on your lower abdomen, igniting the familiar pull and tingle that has white glimmering in your vision. "feels so good i got you crying?" it bleeds into a coo as he moans, cock twitching when you nod hurriedly and peer up at him with that glossy, unfocused gaze that makes his lungs hollow.

the man grunts and leans up, all weight shifted to one hand splayed out next to your head as his hips angle to reach the deepest, neediest spots. you quiver in his grip, thighs twitching pathetically and throat spilling out sugared whimpers of his name between eager breaths.

"uh-huh, i know, baby. i know." it comes out as a grunt when his hand slides from the shuddering, soft flesh right above where the heat pools and sticks to your folds and throbbing clit. instead, it momentarily rests on your side, gently forcing you to your back just when his cock leaves the drooling warmth of your cunt.

you keen at the loss and arch your back off the sticky sheets, air just barely filling your lungs when you oh, so desperately choke on your sounds. rin hushes you, firm fingers digging into your sides when he manhandles your body between his legs with so much ease, it's as if you're weightless, and you just might be right now, in the heat of the moment, when his brain feels like cotton and vision tunnels on your blessed, soft features.

"c'mere, need to- taste, need'a taste." it's agitated, if not frenzied as he speaks - soaked with lust when he leans down, dark green strands of soft hair matted to his forehead. your fingers find their way through the damp bangs, pushing them out of his eyes and allowing a clear view of his most favorite sight to ever exist, before your hands just gently, carefully so cup his face, warm and pink with arousal.

your legs, as wobbly as they are, wrap around his hamstrings with ease, falling into their perfect spot to pull him close - so close - right when a thumb presses against the shiny plump of your lips. they part, obedient like it's second nature, and the blissful mewl gets muffled around rin's digit as the reddened head of his cock prods at your tight hole again, slipping against the silky folds before eventually easing in.

stuffed on both ends and perhaps feeling so full it might just knock the last living breath from your lungs, you suckle on the pad of rin's thumb, momentarily so until he pushes it down further on your tongue in a silent cue. your lips fall apart and the pink muscle lolls out, nearly dripping with thick saliva already, as if in anticipation of what's about to come - your favorite part, one that feels so intimate it might as well just be a forever seal between the two of you.

air hitching in your throat and soft little whimpers buried in your aching chest, you watch with lust blown eyes as rin parts his lips just slightly, the fingers gripping on your jaw tender yet tight. the steady and firm roll of his hips right against yours makes the room spin, and it feels agonizingly slow as he lets the wet and heavy muscle of his tongue press against your own just barely. you moan, dazed and treacly, and for a split second, rin's teal gaze finds your own - right before his eyes flutter close and the bubbly slick drips down into your awaiting mouth.

the taste is so familiar it aches - so him - it makes you keen for more before the needy thought can even spark, and rin groans against your lips. your throat bobs once when you swallow, a thin dribble of spit slipping just past the corner of your mouth and trickling down the curve of your jaw, soaking between rin's fingers that still linger in the spot.

before another hiccupy moan can tumble out to urge him on, your lover's jaw is quick to slack, cheeks hollowing just a smidge as he collects more of the lewd - just enough to spit it right back onto your tongue, barely a few beats later. it drools down and stretches between your mouths, and the sight in front of him might be more than sufficient to teeter him off the edge of the high that's creeping up.

the grunt that resonates somewhere in his throat is gravelly, almost, and he slides a thumb across the slobber on your jaw, making even more of a mess of your pretty, dewy face. "oh, fuck. my good girl, that's it."

the praise echoes in your ears and serves as ignition to the suffocating warmth that spills down your limbs. saccharine, needy gasps reappear on your lips, never satiated - not with him, never - and your mind spirals further down, until your head might swell with just the thought of rin, rin, rin. the downright sinful stretch of your velvety walls feels like vice around his cock, jerking with the buildup of his orgasm, and so rin straightens himself, grabbing at your hips to follow his.

he fixes the grip of your legs, still twitching and shaking with overbearing need, and thrusts forward, ripping the prettiest wet sound deep from your throat, where honey-laced cries rest and await their chance to praise him. it might be all too much, rin thinks when his thighs jolt with exhaustion that burns in the sturdy muscle, but the sight in front of him leaves no space for repletion - instead it urges him farther, until the grip on your hips leaves purple kisses blossoming along your delicate flesh and his knuckles turn white; 'til the pretty teal halo of his eyes rolls back when white hot pleasure washes over.

but even then, when your cries die out in your chest and milky white clings to your folds as rin catches his breath, the greed doesn't falter - perhaps, it never does, and never might at all.

not when you're still laid out in front of him, delirious and high off ecstasy - just how rin loves you the most.

© itoshi-s. do not plagiarize, repost as your own or mention on other sm platforms.

[conretewings]

One For The Road

-He'd told her to break the cycle. To make a change. His last words of wisdom to her, a parting gift, the only kind he could give. But now with the floor soaked in gasoline another voice cuts through, one that offers it's own hard-earned advice. Basically I wanted to do a mirror scene of where Silco talks to Jinx except with Vander sue me.-

It stinks. It burns her nose, her lungs, her skin, the pungent liquid she's spreading all over the rooms, the floors, the walls...everywhere. Everywhere memories, fragmented bits of glass, shattered and exploded just like everything else. Maybe the gasoline will wash it away, so she doesn't have to see them, jagged and tearing at her mind and broken anymore.

Well, not that it matters much now. Fire will cleanse as well as water.

Break the cycle. Start anew.

Or just tear out the rotten pieces and the whole thing will un-break.

She's doused the upper floor, that chair that stupid pompous chair his chair, had to be the first to be baptized, followed by the rest, snaking a trail down stairs still creaking with every step-she knew exactly where to step to be quiet as possible but it was pointless now-down to the main room. So quiet. Too quiet. There should be noise, music and conversation and rough laughter and arguments, clinking and scraping and thunks of mugs on tables. It was a song she'd once loved, then loathed, then now just felt...nothing.

"Psh. Probably still some good booze around here. Maybe I'll add that. Or have some. It worked for Vi. Kinda. Not really."

She's not even sure who she's talking to. Herself? The ghosts still lingering in the tables, the jukebox, behind the-

Her heart skips a few beats, stomach clenched and chest aching more than she thought possible now.

Out of the corner of her eye she sees him. His usual spot so much of the time behind the bar counter so natural but so very very wrong now. She dares not to look directly at him, unsure of what pain or nightmare she'll see, her hands frozen on the container handle.

"Sweetheart, what ya doin'?"

The voice, his voice, so familiar, so far away, his tone questioning while full well knowing the answer. It was always something he was good at.

"Breaking the cycle..." she offers, as a matter-of-fact, as if this was a simple inevitability.

"Ah. I see," he taps his fingers on the counter and she swears she can hear it, "Now, in my experience, there's an awful lotta ways ya can break somethin', but...there's also a lot of ways to fix it, too."

She doesn't answer at first, staring at the floor before going back to the task at hand. Only when the container lightens a bit more does she respond, "Yup. And this is how I'm fixing it."

"You sure this is the best way?"

"Uh huh."

"No changing your mind?"

"Nope. Sorry..."

There's a deep, rumbling sigh, then a soft clunk, "Well...don't suppose I could interest ya in one for the road?"

Her tired eyes flick to the side. There it was sitting on the bar counter. Was the cup that cup her cup always there? Was she imagining that too?

Well. Why the fuck not.

The container drops from her hand with a dull thud, falling over and slowly bleeding it's contents as she steps around busted furniture and drags herself onto one of the remaining stools.

A bitter laugh cracks her throat as she snaps her fingers, "The usual, barkeep. And make it quick I've got an appointment."

"Yes ma'am." there's a chuckle, bemused but tinged with sadness. Suddenly her cup is filled with that familiar gold liquid, the sweet tangy scent catching her nose, surprising with the acrid stench of the fuel everywhere. She can almost taste it so many times they did this-she never got a chance to ask where he'd managed to find it.

She stares at it, still not quite sure if this is real or not who could tell anymore. Her fingers trace from memory where she had carved her and Vi's names into the counter-Vander had been pissed at first but let it go just as quickly. Silco had had the counters refinished, another piece of herself scrubbed away. It was okay. He didn't know.

"Hope I made it to your liking," his deep voice cuts through, "I also hope you'll reconsider, but I know ya; once you got your mind set on somethin' there's no stoppin' it."

The heat blooms in her chest, burning and aching, and she's momentarily at a loss from the swirling, churning thoughts before she slams her fist on the counter so hard the cup nearly topples.

"Why aren't you angrier with me?" she all but snarls, "You're dead because of me!"

There's a long silence, and for a minute she's sure this was it, that was all there was, until there's a hum.

"Love...just because something happened because of you, or you were involved somehow, doesn't mean it's your fault."

She swallows, hard, the acid rising in her throat until it burns, or maybe it was still the gasoline, and she laughs, bitter and sorrowful all at once, "That's just it...even if it's not my fault, it's still because of me somehow."

"I really wish ya wouldn't blame yourself s'much."

"I really wish you'd blame me more. That you'd be fucking furious. That you'd yell at me! Tell me if I had just listened-!" As she speaks her voice rises in pitch and sarcasm until it cracks, culminating in a shaky, frustrated exhale and she grasps her head, forehead touching the counter.

He cracks a tired smile, "Well...I'm sorry to disappoint you."

"That's the problem," she sniffles, "You never did."

There's quiet again, then she says more softly, more tired as she raises her head again, "It'd be better, if you were angry. You and Silco and Vi-well she's always angry so maybe that doesn't count. And...Isha..." she squeezes her eyes shut for just a moment, "It's easier, when someone's angry. You can fight that. Or leave. But when you ruin things and the person you hurt just...smiles at you, like it's okay like they don't hate you. What are you supposed to do with that?"

Now she looks up, staring directly at him with red, tear-streaked eyes, "I'm sorry, dad...for everything. I don't want to hurt anyone I care about, or who for some reason cares about me, anymore."

She expects to see some twisted, bloody, monstrous version of him, she'd fully deserve it-but no. He looks much as he always did in her memory, scruffy beard and steel-blue eyes, worn rag tossed over one shoulder. Somehow it's worse that way.

"You still sure you won't change your mind?"

"No. I have to."

"Well..." he sighs, picking up a couple toppled items for a job he'd never do again, "You're all grown up now, I suppose...you do what you have to, sweetheart. Just know...when it looks like you're down to just one option...you usually end up findin' another ya didn't know was there."

"....thanks for the advice and the drink, old man..." she says, a ghost of a smile on her face.

Then she's alone.

@barbersjoy @immortalbumblebee @vander-affectionate @band--psycho @committingcrimes-2047 @catgoblinchelly @grumpyoutlaw

[marvelobsessed134]

Izzy Stradlin please, we need more smut of this man. The reader comes out of work and feels stressed so does Izzy, and they have a little stress relieve yk, on a rainy day, If you could do some dirty talk, maybe add some handcuffs and a bit of his jealous protective side. 🧡

Thank you sm! Lots of love 🫶🏻

Kinktober day 5: handcuffs with Izzy Stradlin

A/n: First Izzy fic! So excited for this one hope you enjoy! Also I’m tired as fuck writing this but I wanted to get it out so I don’t have to do a double post tomorrow.

Pairings: Izzy Stradlin x Fem!reader

Warnings: possessiveness, handcuffs, dom!Izzy, sub!reader, smut, dirty talk, and I think that’s it let me know if I missed anything.

Summary: Izzy helps you destress after a particularly rough day at work.

“I’m home.” You grumbled as you walked through the door and dropped your bag on the floor next to you. Your soaking wet bag because as you were walking home the sky decided to rain.

“Hey baby.” Your boyfriend rasped from the couch.

You smiled a bit before sitting next to him. “Ugh today was so fucking stressful. Hank would NOT stop flirting with me, my boss kept telling me I’m late on these papers when I literally have barely had any time to complete them. And, get this, I spilled my salad so I had to go across the street to get a new lunch.” As you ranted, Izzy looked at you with focused eyes. He tensed up when he heard that Hank -your coworker- wouldn’t stop flirting with you.

Possessively, he slid his hand on your leg. The action made you stop talking as it was making you feel very new feelings.

“Izzy…what are you doing?” You asked.

“I’m thinking I should help you destress.” The guitarist shrugged simply before starting to kiss your neck. You moaned softly at the feeling, before bringing his face up to kiss his lips.

Slowly, the two of you started making out as he laid you down on the couch. Clothes were being thrown on the floor, and your pussy began to drip onto the leather.

Izzy’s movements got more rough. He groped your tits, toying with your nipples and biting them. You arched your back into him and hissed.

He kissed down your body before pulling your underwear down with his teeth. Your legs spread on their own accord, ready to take whatever he was willing to give you.

The raven haired man licked a bold stripe against your pussy making you hiss and moan, grabbing onto his hair.

He began to lick all the way up to your clit, flicking his tongue on the sensitive bud. Then he started to get into your folds, licking in between, and fucking you with his tongue.

Your toes curled, tears springing in your eyes as he fucked you with his tongue effortlessly.

“Oooh…Izzy I’m gonna cum!” You squealed.

“Oh yeah baby, cum for me.” And you did, releasing all your sweet juices on his tongue. “Fuck, you taste so good. Wait here a minute.” He said before getting up and running upstairs. You furrowed your brows in confusion. You wanted to get up and see what he was doing but that would be disobeying him. And you never disobey Izzy.

Finally, he jogged downstairs, his hard cock bouncing with his movements. You noticed him holding a pair of handcuffs. Yeah, you were in for it. You sat up expectantly as he stood in front of you.

“Wrists.” He commanded and you did as you were told, watching him hit the fluffy handcuffs around your wrists.

“Good girl. Now are you gonna let me fuck you senseless?”

“Yes sir.”

The guitarist smirked before bending you over the arm of the couch. You felt your pussy drip down between your legs. He teased you with his tip at first, rubbing it up and down your pussy lips before pushing in and bottoming out.

“Ah, fuck!” He groaned as he began to move, “You’re so fucking tight baby.”

You moaned with him, getting used to the stretch. His movements got faster and faster. Soon he was pounding into you.

“Oh! Izzy!!! Fuck oh fuck Izzy!” You moaned, gripping the couch for dear life.

Izzy smacked your ass, “Yeah? You like that? Fuck baby, I fucking love you so much.”

“I’m gonna cum!” You cried.

“Me too baby. Cum for me.” And you did, clenching around him before letting go. The pressure was so much, your vision went white for almost a minute as you felt his load painting your walls.

“Oh god, I really needed that.” You laughed breathily.

[firstprincehornyramblings]

Hello yall! I'm getting a head start and queueing this extra early (its technically Wednesday for me right now) Once again, under the cut, for length reasons, and nsfw reasons <3

------------- PWP Dom Henry and Free Use Alex

“You are not going to cum yet, Alexander. Calm down,” the blond hissed, “Or call a color,” he added in a quiet voice. “N-no, I can.. I can calm down,” Alex whined, “That’s so cold,” his voice was soft and pathetic, “I just wanted to cum.” “But you won’t, not till I say you can, not till I’m done with you,” Henry reiterated, “Because you want to be good for me. And Alex? You are a good boy, you’re the best boy, and you are not going to let me down.” “I’m good, I’ll be good for you… W-wanna be good for you so bad, Hen,” Alex cried.   “That’s what I thought,” Henry purred, “Just a moment more,” he said before leaning closer to press a kiss to the side of Alex’s thigh, “Let’s get those balls nice and cold, it’ll take you a minute to warm up, hm? That should take some of the need away.” “Yeah,” Alex nearly sobbed, but his cheeks were dry, no tears falling, “Thank you for helping me be a good boy.”

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GEORGE THOUGHTS (Disclaimer: The views and opinions expressed in this fic are those of George Villier’s and do not necessarily reflect the views or positions of the author.)

“Good boy, you’re my favorite,” it was whispered against a sweat soaked temple, and for the day at least it was true. His hand fell to his own thigh, fingers wiping through the slick there and bringing them to his own lips. He sucked at those fingers, salt and bitterness on his tongue, his opposite hand falling to the pet still kissing his neck. With one shove he pushed them aside, “Wine,” he murmured against his own fingers. He couldn’t help but smile hearing ‘yes master’ leave the young woman’s lips. A delicate hand placed behind his head, leaning it up as a cup was placed to his lips, wine poured into his mouth. Sweetness burned down his throat as he tilted his chin up to signal he was finished drinking. That lover was rewarded with a hard kiss, the last swallow of wine in his mouth pushed into hers, their tongues intertwining as vermillion ran down their chins.

--- Client Alex and Hairstylist Hen

“W-wait, what?” Alex stammered, “You’re…leaving? You’re not going to even let me get you off?” He was pulling himself off that wall some but resting a hand behind his back for steadiness. “But wait, didn’t you come here to like- prove me wrong? You have to do that, right?” he asked, clearly grasping for straws. “Ah, right, smart thinking,” Henry nodded, undoing his own pants, and lifting his shirt half up. It was just enough for Alex to see the soft tummy that was creating a slight muffin top above those pants. The brunette found it entirely grabbable, but Henry didn’t seem to notice the intense stare. Instead, he pushed the front of his pants and underwear down, resting them on the base of his own cock. He was visibly hard, and yet all he did was show Alex the tawny pubic hair there, “Blond, see, you were wrong, I was being honest,” he hummed, before fixing his pants into place again. Alex was still staring in awe, as if everything happening amazed him, “I… you’re really leaving? What if I say that you seem like the kind of guy who’d dye your pubes too?” “Then I’d tell you to fuck off,” the blond said matter-of-factly.

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let me go — 1.1k words, choi beomgyu

warnings: explicit and implied drug use (molly/ecstasy), vampire!gyu, pretty suggestive, reader hallucinates

a/n: DON’T DO DRUGS!!! this is purely fiction!!! and i am never encouraging drug use of any sort! this is actually outrageous and slightly dark, i sincerely and truly apologize. anyway, i wrote this around when dark blood came out (rip it’s been 7 months) and still.. it is my favorite concept from enha ever, dare i say their best..? anyway! enjoy and pls leave feedback <3

yeonjun warned you not to go too far tonight.

something about you ‘attracting attention’ when you’re entering a club you’ve never set foot in before, stumbling in your tracks with hands grasping at kai’s t-shirt, quiet giggles tumbling from your mouth as you’re led instead. everything’s spinning around you, blurring reds and greens, yet the bouncer seems the most unfazed, welcoming you in with a burning smile that should send red flags waving through your mind. but it doesn’t, no, of course not. that guy was just so nice to you.

and it doesn’t help when you’re leaning back shamelessly, over yeonjun’s chest on the small couch you were given, blinking teary-eyed at an unfamiliar, handsome boy above you, begging silently with your tongue outstretched, asking with your palm grazing over his shoulder–just to press that sweet little pill into your mouth. he obliges eventually, watching as you swallow intently, sighing deeply and collapsing against the other boy.

“fucking hell, y/n, what did we say—”

“relax,” you’re waving a hand in his direction, pulling yourself away to collect yourself, if that’s even possible. yeonjun’s eyes are sparkling–probably in anger or worry–but, ah, no. he’s doing just fine, you see, there’s a shining sound in the way he speaks to you. “that’s—my chem TA. his name’s soobin. i know him, he won’t kill me. i promise.” you smile widely, patting at his shoulder.

he knows you won’t lie to him, of course not, but when you’re already flushed from head to toe, slowly losing your senses as you speak to kai–who’s nodding politely at every word that falls from your mouth–it’ll be too much eventually. but your sweet chemistry TA being your plug? yeonjun wonders how much you’ve done to get him to behave like that.

but you’ve got that talent locked and loaded under your belt, waiting to leave its cage the moment you focus your eyes on the next target. yet now, as kai’s responding to you under his breath (or loudly. you can’t tell anyway.), there’s eyes on you already: the barrel of the gun pointed right at you, aiming just where it hits the best—you can almost taste it.

and it’s so sweet, even when you’re locking eyes with a familiar stranger who stands a few feet away, leaning against the bar counter in such an inviting position. his lips are so red, you think, oh, but you can’t see too well anyway. yeonjun’s wrapping a hand around your waist, just as he always does, so protective of you in your most vulnerable state but no–he doesn’t like that. you swear he’s come closer, barely in a millisecond that you feel as though you’re dreaming (but true hallucinations feel like reality).

before you can pull away, charm him on your own, such beauty stands right in front of you, outstretching a hand with a white smile. “your name, princess?” oh, yes, you’re hooked already.

“y/n,” you can’t tear your eyes away, it’s too tempting. and you place your hand in his, breath hitching easily when he presses his lips against your skin, peeking through eyelashes as he does so. a drug-like scent surrounds him, sweet and addicting, and everything muffles around you as you inhale.

you let him gather you away, barely registering yeonjun’s voice as he loses his grip on you. but no, you’ve never wanted anything so much before, you don’t think. even sober, red lips would catch your gaze from a mile away.

“who are you?” is the only thing you manage to ask—dizzily as you follow the stranger’s steps, dancing on the tips of your toes. his hand is ice-cold, sending shivers down your spine, and you don’t dare look away. it’s all too tempting.

he tells you his name is beomgyu. oh, beomgyu! he’s so pretty, so pretty, you can reach out and brush the gorgeous locks of brown hair away from his eyes, gazing into them as if there was no tomorrow. he’d look so close—he’s so close, eyelashes nearly tangling in yours (is that possible?) as he smiles at you. it may be sinister—who cares? you’d do anything for him.

beomgyu is so sweet, perching you on his lap, locking on you, purring “princess, you’d invite me inside your house, wouldn’t you?” yes! yes, oh yes you would. why not? he’s such a good guest, so good to you, you pull him past that stupid door and kiss him with every ounce of desire in your body. he’s caressing your face, admiring you, only you, all you.

you’re kissing him first, pressing impatiently against him, and it is so dreamy. like a dream! his locks of hair can tangle between your individual fingers—hell, you could braid it when you press insistently into his mouth. this is all you’ve ever wanted, and when he pulls back, glazing over you, he tells you he wants to bite.

“princess…” and you will never disagree. that fire in your body has you sweating, your body temperature shooting through the roof, and you’re baring your neck. your nails scratch lightly at his scalp, how encouraging, and the pain is replaced with an unadulterated pleasure—you’re nearly writhing.

you wish you had someone as sweet as beomgyu—so handsome, so pretty, so so sweet—dripping your blood on the dress you wore just for him. he’d lean back in towards you, gripping your waist, sinking fangs into you to tell you that you’re his, but there’s a falter in the way he fumbles with you. there’s a grip on your arm—what?

“y/n!” beomgyu isn’t speaking any longer (didn’t you invite him in?), what have you done? you…you don’t know, he doesn’t seem too happy. there are tears, he can’t hold you any longer—what have you done? “y/n! look—look at me!” what have you done?

the red doesn’t seem to return—you cannot find his lips anymore. yeonjun’s yanking your arm again, and you’re locked too deep in his embrace. he’s shouting—why is he shouting? what have you done? where is he? where … where is he? “where…?”

there’s a certain way the daze of it all gets your brain functioning, yeonjun knows this, he shouldn’t have let you walk away. it always ends up like this. the skirt you’re wearing is ripped now, in this secret room of no one, but he’s got you. he’s got you now, and you won’t let go. you won’t let go.

you won’t … let go.