#always MEWLING for some TREAT or BITING you

[ariadosanon]

What’s so GREAT about EEVEE anyways?

[blkkizzat]

❛ MY SHORTY ALWAYS ON SOME BULLSHIT LIKE CHICAGO ❜

PART 3

part of the 420 'We Be Burnin' series

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⋙ product description (summary): choso's finally had enough and if you won't listen to reason he will fuck it into you. but will you still choose him in the end or will he make that choice for you? ⋙ side effects (tw): THE LONG AWAITED BRAT TAMING! rough sex. throat goat!reader. more angst. spanking ass/puss. teasing. edging. lots of delayed pleasure. jealousy. cunnalingus. mirror sex. dom!choso. breeding kink. dirty talk. backshots. fingering. squirting. daddy kink. thigh riding. nuru/thigh fucking. intoxicated reader. drug use (weed). slight voyeurism. yandere choso. baby trapping. mentions of violence (not towards reader). mentions of somnophilia and a lil bit of fluff. ⋙ thc levels (wc): 9.6k of 22.1k ⋙ inventory notes (a/n): best viewed in dark mode. the long awaited end! i hope you guys like it. i really worked hard on this to make it good <3 special shout outs to my betas @littlemochabunni for literally always talking me off the ledge when i want to ctrl + a+ del everything and @buttercupblu for all the grammar edits my adhd brain struggles with and inspiring me to write the last scene.

Plug!Choso who ultimately will forgive you but it will be on his terms. He just needed to show you first why the only person you should worry about pleasing was him.

Menacing chuckles rumble deep from Choso’s chest, bewildering you in your crossfaded state. Seizing you with a firm hold, he forces you to meet his gaze. Choso holds you so tightly against him that your feet barely touch the ground.

Any attempts of wriggling out of his hold are in vain.

“You’re such a fucking slut.”

His matter-of-fact statement makes you frown. You’re taken aback by the twisted amusement on his face.

“You don’t love me… You love my cock.”

“N-No I—”

Your already short skirt now bunches above your hips and Choso brings a heavy hand down onto your exposed bottom. The sting brings fresh tears to your eyes as the gems on your fishnets leave distinct impressions on your soft, malleable skin.

“You’ll have to learn to be quiet while daddy’s talking, princess.”

If you were going to act like a childish brat, Choso would treat you like one.

Another harsh spank startles you into hiccups as you sniff away fallen tears. 

You’d never been spanked before—not by previous lovers or boyfriends—hell not even your parents growing up. 

The last person you’d expect it from was Choso.

And yet each swift lick Choso deals you is as terrifying as it is exhilarating. 

Who knew you would be such a glutton for punishment? 

You fidget, biting your lip in anticipation of another. 

“Been thinkin’ princess—I’ve been too good to you. But you don’t want that, eh?”

A third smack has you whimpering. Your pelvic muscles clench hard, releasing more of the desperation that had already saturated your thighs.

“You want one of those assholes outside, is that right? They’re good enough for you, huh princess?”

You can only mewl in response from the delightful pain that pierces your senses as he delivers another and another.

“S’why every time I fuckin’ come round y’er being a lil’cocktease for some preppy ass frat fuck.”

Choso wasn’t wrong. 

You knew what those boys wanted from you.

Even though you had never really entertained any of them. That was the allure in itself—to be something unattainable. 

Yet more selfishly, you liked the attention. Not like you’d even got the same thrill from it anymore since you were with Choso—but old habits die hard.

Choso was making damn sure of that now.

“Tryna get one of them to fuck you tonight—”

Choso’s cock twitches in sync with your trembles from every spank.

“—or were you hoping I was finally gonna put that pretty princess pussy of yours in her place?” 

You’re smart enough to know Choso’s question is rhetorical and how could it not be given all your actions tonight? 

It was clear you wanted him and his deliciously fat cock back—badly. 

Your tongue cautiously peeks out as you try to quiet your shuddering breaths, afraid that any small movement might provoke his anger. At this point you know better than to beg too, almost certain that any attempts would only fuel the unexpected mean streak Choso had developed.

Yet despite any initial apprehension you were quickly becoming puddy in his hands.

“Poor baby, working so hard having to appease everyone—” 

SMACK!

“—well you ain’t gotta worry that bratty head of yours no more—seeing as you won’t be doing none of that shit from now on.” 

His threats which should have you cussing him out only make you wetter as your heart pounds in your ears from the thrill of being dominated. You’d do anything right now to get a little relief for your aching cunt that had gone a whole goddamn month without Choso’s thick cock plugging her up. 

Restless in arousal, your entire being just begs to be fucked. 

Releasing your hair Choso parts your legs with his knee and you collapse onto him, your plump pussy colliding with his thigh. You whimper, tightly gripping his broad shoulders for leverage to rock yourself against his thigh. 

Choso could feel the intensity of the moist heat radiating from your core dampening his jeans.

“Shit, I can feel you dripping… pussy drooling just from getting that ass spanked a lil’—are you a masochist, princess?”

Choso breathes the question into your ear, his words bringing a chill over your skin fanning goosebumps all the way down to the nape of your neck.

You’re losing yourself all the more in the hypnotic state of lust swirling from alcohol, weed, pain and arousal clashing within you. 

You nearly choke on the deep guttural moans that had been held in by his hand still around your throat when he grabs your hips forcibly rocking you harder against him. Your paper-thin thong does nothing to protect you  from the rough threadbare material of his jeans grinding against your sensitive lil nub. 

“Wearing these slutty tights with an ass like yours…” 

You almost forget to breathe, the sting this time accompanied by him sliding his fingers between the gaps in the material and grabbing the fat of your ass for emphasis.

“...coulda got me in so much shit tonight if I made ol’boy who was touchin’ up on you swallow teeth.”

The baritone in his voice lowers to a deadly note, tuning every nerve in your body to the exact pitch of his voice.

“P-Please C-Cho I—”

—in an instant the hand on your hip coils around your neck. 

Thumbing your collarbone, Choso slowly applies just enough pressure to activate the euphoric sensation of suffocation, sending tingles down your spine.

“Look at me princess, you better stay quiet—m’not gonna say it again.”

You choke back a cry as the elastic on your fishnets snaps against your tender skin when Choso removes his hand from them.

“But then your lil’card got pulled when you saw me with that whore, hmm?”

You wince preemptively expecting another hard spanking but Choso loosens his grip around your throat. He looks at you expectantly, waiting for your answer.

A sniffly frown complements the pitifulness of your runny makeup as you cling to him possessively. 

“Y-Yeah… I-I hated seeing that d-dumb bitch all over you. Wanted to fuck her up.”

Choso is satisfied with your answer but the warmth behind his smile didn’t match the heated glint in his eyes.

“There it is. See? Bratty princesses who are honest get rewarded—”

Any relief you feel is short lived as your despair returns with the words that follow.

“—eventually.”

Plug!Choso who has you so close to release just from rutting against his brawny thigh. Yet just as you feel the hot coil about to snap in your stomach he pulls away from you. 

Wobbling for stability, your panic that he would leave again subsides when he returns to sit on your bed.

Choso leans forward with his elbows resting on his knees to pack another bowl. The process is second nature to him and his hands move with an instinctual precision, allowing his oppressively dark gaze to remain fixed to you.

“Strip.”

It’s a rather simple command but it causes a small malfunction in your brain nonetheless. 

Your intuition is simultaneously screaming at you to be a ‘good girl’ and listen to Choso so he’d finally fuck you—but also to get the hell away from the menacing man before you were actually fucked.

Choso’s shift in his nature was setting off every internal alarm—although at the same time, you couldn’t say this still didn’t feel like Choso.

Was it really new? 

Or was this side just new to you? 

You’d only ever really known the gentle boyish side of Choso. The side who would blush easily and that was so willing to do anything to please you—the side that was a dutiful and loving brother.

But this other side? 

Well, he was a dealer.

You’d never heard of Choso getting caught out or punked in the streets—not even once. 

You also never knew how he conducted his business, as he always stepped out of the car or left the room. When he took a call while you were with him, all you could hear were faint murmurs of conversation over the rumbling bass of music or through a well-insulated door.

You knew he did his best to keep that side away from you and Yuji, as it wasn’t always pretty. 

Instantly you recalled how once when you had slept over he reluctantly left in the middle of the night late saying he had ‘business’ to take care of. When he came home hours later he looked worn down and even more tired than usual. His knuckles were swollen and there was a rip with small dots of blood on his collar which you would have thought was his own if not for there not being a single scratch on him.

He didn’t speak of what happened and you couldn’t fuss over his appearance for too long—your mind being far from inquisitive while blubbering from his cock drilling your body deep into the mattress. You blissfully became a fleshlight of relief for all his frustrations that night until long after sunrise. 

In fact, Choso had dicked you down so thoroughly when you finally made it out of bed that day it was mid-afternoon. You didn’t even question him about the bruises lingering on his knuckles or whose blood he had on him—still in a daze off his cock.

So this must be how he is in the streets. 

“Go on now, princess.”

The deep silky dominance in his tone commanded your attention, jarring you from your thoughts. You’re pouting, but your body, in spite of your more rational mind, wins as it compels you to obey him, convincing you that anything he has planned for you would be well worth the pleasure that follows. 

Slowly, you begin to lift up your tiny pink top when Choso’s eyes narrow in disapproval, stopping you.

“Nuh-uh see—that shit right there won't cut it.”

You’re puzzled. You did exactly as he asked.

“You didn’t think I saw my lil’ slut playing beer pong and teasing those shitheads with my tiddies? Now do it for me—the same fuckin’ way.”

You’re nodding but your delicate hands are nevertheless shaking under his intense smolder.

Swallowing your anxiety and mimicking your earlier actions, you bent towards him. Your chest is lightly heaving by the time your nails begin to slowly drag the hem of the sparkly top down over your breasts. Choso is blatantly palming his cock when you give the final tug that has your tits bouncing forth from their confines, fully exposed to him.

Choso hums in approval, satisfied with your performance. He motions with a finger for you to come to him and you can’t close the distance fast enough to stand between his legs. 

Molding your hips in his large hands, Choso brings you even closer. Parting his lips the smoke tendrils fan over your stomach while his mouth hovers over your skin. 

Choso looks back up at you and your belly dips, quivering at his dangerously seductive eyes and mischievous grin. 

You were nervous—good.

“Knees.”

Plug!Choso who has you shamelessly panting on your knees before him. Not caring for any decorum at this point you’re openly salivating as hearts practically dance in your eyes over his engorged cock throbbing inside his jeans.

Choso releases a whiny hiss when the air hits his swollen glands. His length sways weighted down as an embarrassing amount of pre drips off his reddened shaft, his boxers already soiled. 

In your right state of mind you might have used this to shift back the power dynamics—yet alas, you are far too gone now. The need for him to give you his praise and approval winning out over any inklings of sass or disobedience. 

Your attention is all but zeroed in on how those milky pearls dribbled over his albert piercing and down the thick vein on the underside of his length.

Seeing how your mouth watered just from the sight of his cock, it’s Choso who proves to be the more impatient one as he grips the back of your head with one hand forcing you closer. In his haste, his dick misses your mouth and skids across your cheek, prompting a low growl of curses from Choso. 

Unconcerned with his impatience, you’re still in your own world—and that world in question was currently being filled with the carnal smell of Choso’s scent marking your skin. A long stain of pre smearing across your face mind shuts down now solely driven by your needy cunt.

“I’ll forgive you when you show me how sorry you are—”

“—anything!” 

Quickly snapping out of your dickmatized daze you look up at him with doe eyes, begging for the go-ahead.

“Yeah? Then do it nasty for me, princess.” 

The words have scarcely left Choso’s lips before you’re already parting your own, releasing a viscous well of drool to pour languidly on his dick.

Your saliva mixing with his spilled essence coats his cock and fills the room with vulgar squelches as you obediently pump his hot length. You rotate your grip with a sinful precision while your other hand thumbs his gooch as you’re cupping his balls, kneading them in a manner that had Choso’s toes curling. 

Giving thanks for the meal you are about to consume, you never break eye contact as you deliver pillowy kisses to his tip and strum your tongue under his frenulum. Choso’s abs twitch feverishly when the sultry hollow of your mouth lewdly hums over his piercing. The sounding effect alone is nearly enough to make him bust right then. 

You aren’t holding up well yourself either as your thighs squeeze together soaking your fishnets which had long been sticky with your overflowing arousal. Manifesting that it soon would be the moist suction of your vacant cunt and not of your spit glossed lips that would take him whole as you continue to moan wantonly around his girth.

The memory alone didn’t do your mouth justice to Choso, not that he still didn’t cum plenty from thinking of your lips slobbering around him in the last month.

Fuck if you didn’t always give some crazy ass head though.

However, he knows he has to keep control lest he loses all the progress he made training that lil’ attitude of yours tonight. 

Weaving his muscular hands through your hair, in one swift motion Choso thrusts his hips forward. He groans loudly from your warm gummy throat now stuffed full with his cock. Gargling his girth you choke when Choso’s piercing scrapes the back of your throat as he forcibly bobs your head up and down.

Thick tears burn your vision with your running mascara flowing right down your full cheeks. But it's nothing compared to the fiery burn in your cunt that’s even more jealous than before of your throat getting the treatment it needs so desperately.

“You’re gonna be my good girl from now on? Yeah baby, I know—I know ya are. Now open that throatpussy a lil wider for me, got sum’ for it.”

Heart fluttering at his filthy praises, you easily let him coerce your face flush to his pubic bone to take him to the very hilt. Your nose is buried in his dark pubic hair and his balls slap your chin at every thrust. The harsh treatment has your tears mingling with his fluids to coat your face and stain his jeans. 

This is how you should be. 

Obedient and pretty while your sobs vibrate around his cock destroying your throat. All you had to do was worry about taking care of him—in turn he would take care of you and the rest.

Shit though, going so long without your bratty little mouth around his dick Choso wasn’t about to last too much longer. 

His blunted nails dig into your scalp as he hunches, curling over your body from the sloppy way he plows even deeper into you. 

“You’re gonna take all of it princess. Every last bit, understood?”

Choso takes your unintelligible gurgles and the hands shoving against his thighs as confirmation. A needy grunt is followed by jets of his creamy load spurting down your esophagus.

Teeming with adrenaline, you gasp for air. Your lungs are on fire from sputtering up his tangy spunk that somehow even trickled into your windpipes. Choso’s fluids dribble down your chin, a show of proof from you having milked his cock so thoroughly. 

But you're not angry with him for the rough treatment—on the contrary. 

Once your coughs subside you’re gazing up at Choso like an innocent lamb and not the nasty throat goat you just proved yourself to be. Praying you have been enough of a good girl for him to finally fuck your lil’ cunt as hard as you needed.

Plug!Choso who rewards you with gentle strokes that smooth your hair back and caress your flushed cheeks stained with his spunk.

Keeping true to his promise of every last bit, Choso thumbs the remaining salty fluids soiling your face back into your mouth, dumping the excess onto your tongue that greedily slurps it down.

Satisfied, Choso straightens and beckons you onto his lap with a pat to his thigh. Smirking at your enthusiasm as you clumsily settle in. 

“Now doesn’t it feel nice…being a good girl for once?”

Choso affectionately twirls your hair in his fingers and you bob your head eagerly. 

Your lips are mere centimeters apart.

You want to kiss him but Choso doesn’t feel like you earned that just yet, balling his fist to tug your locks taunt when you lean in.

“Not yet, baby.”

You stick your lip out, fussing in aroused frustration. 

“Tsk—now, now none of that shit, brats don’t get kisses—and they certainly don’t get this dick.”

If the look in his eyes were any indication you knew Choso meant business. The searing eye contact had long incinerated all the walls you’d built to keep him out, exposing the very essence of you laid bare in the ashes. 

You have no more defenses against him, becoming more obedient to his every word.

Seconds pass that seem like achingly brutal hours until he breaks the staredown. His sights now follow his hands as they splay out trailing from your collarbone to your breasts, letting them weigh heavy in his palms.

His lecherous scrutiny has you shivering.

“You let anyone touch these?”

The question startles you as does the sensation of Choso rolling your stiffened peaks between his knuckles before giving them a cruel tug. 

You sniffle as you shake your head ‘no’, trying not to whine and still unable to speak from him pounding your vocal cords raw. 

Choso grins knowingly as his hands fondle your plush mounds, kneading the supple flesh and pushing them together before the steamy cavern of Choso’s mouth consumes both at once. The bar of his pierced tongue swirled between your hardened buds, lapping, slurping and nibbling. Squirming you arch back deeper into his mouth and grind your soaked lil cunny on his rapidly stiffening length. Your hands cling to his pigtails for any semblance of an anchor keeping you from tumbling backwards. 

Spurred on by your shuddering cries Choso withdraws from your swollen peaks with a pop and licks up the string of spit that cobwebs between them. His tongue flattens licking each one dutifully as he watches as your jaw slacks from pleasure.

You’ve been so deprived of his touch. You could cum from just a bit more of this.

Yet Choso’s lips don’t stop traveling your body, even higher this time to adorn your decolletage with searing hickies. 

Uncaring if they actually showed up to brand your skin or not.

Choso only needs you to feel them bruise beneath your flesh.

That way you wouldn’t so soon forget exactly who you belonged to.

“And what about my bratty lil’ pussy, princess? I know how needy she is. You let one of those frat fuckers inside her?”

His hot heady breaths puff out to curl around your earlobe, leaving the severely neglected spot in between your thighs throbbing at her mention. 

You think you might actually die if he ignores your cunt for much longer. 

Your thong is utterly drenched. More arousal trickles onto his lap as his muscular hands settle back on your hips. 

“N-no!”

Sounding more like a croaked plea, your voice is barely above a whisper from the hoarseness that settled in your throat.

“W-Waited f-for you Cho.” 

“Then show me.”

Plug!Choso who has you even more intoxicated off the thought of him giving you a pussy inspection. 

He has nearly succeeded in domesticating you and your arms wrap around him submissively as you moan unabashedly into his neck. 

Choso muses he should have handled your snobby ass like this sooner and saved himself some trouble. 

Lifting you, Choso rises from the bed. 

You haven’t realized you’ve moved at all until you crash into the edge of your vanity, shaking the table with a thud. Rattled, you look back, giving Choso the leverage he needs to spin you around. Dizzy from the sudden movement, your arms fly out—scattering bottles of makeup and perfume as you grasp at the wooden tabletop. 

The items roll on the floor in tandem with Choso rolling his hips up against you. You release a loud mewl from his hard erection teasingly poking into your ass.

Thinking only with your pussy, your impatient pleas are met with another slap to the ass. The increased weight behind his hand this time leaves your nerve endings sizzling. 

You were gonna be such a sweet girl by the time he was done with you.

However, he wouldn’t torture you for too much longer. 

Despite his cold authoritarian demeanor, the image of shoveling his cock deep into your creamy cunny after so long of only jerking to the memory has him about to lose it. Grasping the front of your hips, Choso jerks you flush against his pelvis. You fall forward until your cheekbone is smooshed into the vanity’s mirror and his thick bulge molding itself in-between your cheeks

“Stay just like that for me, yeah baby? Hands on the mirror, they better not fuckin’ leave either.”

You position your hands obediently and Choso, as if praising you, tenderly gifts lustful kisses down your spine while he pampers your reddening bottom with gentle caresses. 

“Good fuckin’ girl, princess.”

The more feral his nature, the more like his prey you became. Choso licentiously inspects your body—gripping, sniffing, and nipping at your heated skin until he is level with your ass. 

You whimper as Choso rips your fishnets ripping them open, admiring the indents on your skin from the jeweled tights before burying his face between your squishy cheeks. 

His nose salaciously nuzzles against the soaked material stuck to your barely covered hole and he releases a hot guttural sigh, purring into your pussy. 

Always a fiend for dining on your cunt, Choso is brimming with contentment from your juices leaking onto his face. This may have been your punishment but it was also his reward as the taste of your filthy lil plum never failed to drive him wild—often opting to spend most of the night with his face between your hips, he’d still cum plenty times from just thrusting into the air as he let you ride his face.

Licking his lips, Choso’s tongues traces the pattern of your thong and sucks your juices from the saturated fabric. You’re both loudly moaning now—Choso from the saccharine flavor of your cunt and you from the sweet relief of the hot languid strokes of his skillful tongue.

Choso might have lost himself in that moment of finally getting to taste you again. His eyes roll back at how you lewdly leak through your soaked thong.

All for him. 

You were still his even after all this time.

However, it's your own hastiness that reminds him your penance is worth more than his own pleasure when your ass wiggles impatiently lowering onto his face when Choso’s tongue piercing starts drawing lazy circles around your sensitive lil pearl.

“C-Cho, n-need you…puh-lease s’not fair—”

Determined to control every sensation he gives to you and holding you in place, Choso scolds you.

“Fair? Nah, know what’s not fair, princess?”

His lips move closer to ghost over your ass causing goosebumps to rise over the warm tender skin.

“You actin like a bitch for a whole fuckin’ month and keeping all this good pussy away from me.”

You shudder when his teeth sink into your jiggly flesh causing you to yelp and rock against the vanity.

You’d get more pleasure when he wanted you to. 

Choso would screw that lesson into you soon enough. 

“Fuck—the only thing sweet about you is this lil’ pussy. You’re such a brat but she's so honest. Then again—maybe it's your slutty lil’ pussy that’s actually the brat, thinking she runs shit because of how good she is at milking cock, yeah?”

Choso confirms his suspicions upon peeling your soaked thong to the side. Strings of your arousal practically glue the material to your cunt. Not hesitating to make more of a mess of you, he illicitly hawks globes of his spit into your already dripping lil’ hole eagerly winking at him.

“Let’s see what this slutty cunt has to say for herself, hm?”

Choso places a chaste kiss over your entrance before driving two fingers straight in. Your hands leave streaks down the mirror as you perspire, fogging up the glass with your breathy cries.

Speeding up his pace he digs the pads of his fingers into your walls, searching until they run over a spongy hard spot and he has to fight to keep a hand on your lower back to hold you in place.

God you were virgin-tight again. 

Before ignoring you, Choso had only ever gone three days without fucking you and even then you’d been crying from his tip just stretching the entrance of your taut lil pussy. 

In the past, Choso would have taken his time with you. He knew he needed to work you open more so you wouldn’t be sore tomorrow, and yet his cock throbbed to life again so urgently he couldn't restrain himself for much longer.

That’d be something you’d just have to fucking deal with. 

This was all your fault after all. 

Plug!Choso who wouldn’t let you deprive him of his pussy for any longer—however, he was still going to make you beg for it.

“Tell me what you want, princess.”

Choso rips the thong clean off your ass cheeks. 

Leaving you exposed bare in your fishnets he rises up to lean over you. His moist breath trickles electricity down your spine as his bricked length roughly pipes between your cheeks. 

“Nghh…w-want your c-cock…”

“Whose cock—so you know me now, princess?—Choso is that it?” 

Choso mocks your voice with the hurtful words you hurled at him during the garden brunch. Gliding his girth to prod over your entrance and miss its mark intentionally. 

“Pleeaseee—C-Choso-C-Choso-C-Choso.” 

The pleas of his name slur together as your attention solely focuses on how his leaky shaft lathers your already dripping folds in his pre. 

“That’s right princess…now tell me who am I to you?”

Choso reaches around to swat at your swollen clit. 

You cry out as your body slick with sweat jolts up violently. Choso has to throw more of his weight onto you to keep you from slipping off the vanity entirely.

You could have actually fallen to the floor without noticing as the fuzzy feeling in your brain intensifies, too much is happening all at once. Your intoxicated thoughts swirl in its attempt to work out the finer details of your relationship with Choso—details you likely wouldn't have been able to answer even while completely sober.

Who was Choso to you?  

Well, frankly, right now he was technically nothing. You had never previously defined your relationship and hadn’t had any communication at all over the last month until just a few days ago.

Your dealer? Friend? Casual hookup? Situationship? 

By and large, it had been your fault that you’d never discussed it. You actively ran from any complicated conversations or pulled away whenever Choso proposed something that would be too close to affirming your status. 

You also knew how much Choso liked you, especially from how he’d blush when other parents in Yuji’s class would mistake the two of you for a couple. 

You weren’t a couple though—even if you acted like you were behind closed doors. 

Even so, you knew how he made you feel when you were with him and knew what you wanted him to be to you now. 

That was enough.

Goddamnit.

Your body threatens to explode from the vulnerability of your exposed emotions pricking at your every nerve while you work up the courage to say it. 

This admission was somehow even harder than confessing you loved him—which had honestly been relatively easy in comparison as you were so upset you would have done anything at that moment to make him stay. 

Face on fire, you clasp your eyes shut—as if not looking at Choso in the mirror means he somehow can’t hear the words that stumble out of you.

“M-My boyfriend!”

Silent tears fall as you fear his reaction, you’ve never been the one to lay your feelings on the line first.

Had you really missed your chance to be with him?

Would he just fuck you and leave after?

Choso remains silent as his hands glide up your sides, feeling you tremble under his touch. He lifts your torso, pulling you to his chest possessively. Choso’s arms encircle you as they weave between your breasts and he licks a stray tear away. 

Now you have the most lewd, yet perfectly unhindered, view of his hefty mushroom tip as it quickly slots through your puffed folds to ram into your clit.

The wide grin on his features is evident as your face crumples and pleasurable sobs rupture from you. Choso rests the side of his face against your neck as he takes in your smell, giving you a chaste kiss and savoring how much his body is scenting yours.

“Oh? You asking me out, princess? Well, I’m flattered you finally asked, but that's not exactly the answer I was looking for—”

A feverish chill spreads across your skin and you’re shivering as he locks eyes with you in the mirror.

“—as it’s certainly not what you will be calling me when I’m pushing your kidneys back.”

Choso’s hands lazily roam your body while he continues to sneak his length through your thighs. You unconsciously arch back to rest your nape on his shoulder, allowing him better access to touch you.

So he wasn’t talking about your relationship status after all?! 

Still the devious smile on Choso’s face tells you he intentionally misled you with his phrasing nonetheless. 

“So—who am I?”

The cocky tone in his voice makes it clear exactly what he wants you to call him—and you’d say it—you just need to work up the nerve first.

Unfortunately for you Choso’s patience for your bratty ass had long since depleted.

“Tch, yo we can stop then if—”

You snapped the moment you felt his hands leave you.

“NO, DADDY!” 

“I’ll be a good girl Daddy…s’good. I-I promise puh-leaseee put it in—please—need you, Daddy!”

There was no way in hell Choso would have left without sticking his dick in you but he knew that you were too hard up right now to even dream of calling his bluff.

“That’s right princess. I’m your Daddy. Now show Daddy that arch baby.”

Plug!Choso who smirks into your skin as he tastes you. The sting from a tiny love bite blossoming as he manhandles you back down onto the table’s surface when your already cockdrunk mind doesn’t have you moving fast enough.

“But you’re still actin’ up a lil baby—so you gonna have to put this dick in yourself, got it?”

Choso hums at your dizzy babbles of confirmation, slipping his thumbs over your chubby pussy lips to spread you open. Choso is in awe of how slutty your cunt looked, clenching around nothing but the webs of your own arousal and practically screaming to be busted open wider by his cock.

Catching his tip on your entrance, Choso stalls as he has to chew the inside of his own cheek to resist not thrusting into you completely—you’d do the rest from here. 

Choso was just glad you weren't looking in the mirror to see how hard his abs were trembling. 

Exhaling shaky breaths, you ease back onto him, gingerly sinking down his length. Your kitten nails fitfully scratch at the table just from the stretch of just getting his wide mushroom tip inside. 

SHIIIIT-SHIIIT-SHIIIT—Too much! 

You grit your teeth, he’s so big stretching the walls of your cunt to the degree that your walls actually try to push him out when you flex. However, Choso’s hands are digging into your hips to secure you in place. He’s not helping nor hindering you—but he isn’t letting you run any either.

Your knees knock against the vanity, trembling this much and he's only halfway in. 

“Come on, princess…”

Choso coos gently as he rubs circles into the small of your back with his thumbs, coaxing you to relax. 

The dichotomy between Choso’s treatment erratically switching in severity leaves you reeling. You're on edge with heightened arousal, never sure if his next words or touch would be rough or soothing yet either way it leaves you wanting more of him—anything he’d give, you’d take. 

But right now you need him to have a lil mercy on you. 

Tears brim your wide eyes as you pout and look at him through the mirror, pleading with him.

“Puh-leaseeee Cho—m’daddy…help me?”

Your pitiful submission has Choso cracking. His need to ruin you after so long winning over his want to delay your pleasure along with everything else.

Sighing, Choso relents.

“You know, I spoil you too much, princess…s’why you’re so rotten now.”

No sooner had he finished speaking did he hastily slam into you. Your wet warmth completely sucks him in whole and wraps around him so sinfully he has to dig his blunted nails deeper into your hips to keep from immediately painting your walls white.

God, he really was so incredibly weak for your perfect lil’ pussy.

Grunting, Choso sets an unrelenting tempo as he continues to rail into your cervix, each bruising thrust was him reminding you of every time you ignored him—pretended you didn’t know him—told people you were just friends—and for making him even love someone as mean and bratty as you in the first place.

Grabbing onto the clothing bunched at your waist for leverage, Choso pistoning his hard length in and out of you felt like he was ripping your guts out along with it. 

Gathering together a coherent thought right now was impossible. It’s so good but so intense your body reflexively reaches a hand back, frantically pressing against his abs to slow him.

Choso growls, stilling your hand behind your back while his other springs out to pin your head on the table. 

You were blocking his view of how your ass rippled every time he pounds his cock deeper into your cunt.

He just needed you to be good and take it. 

And take it you did.

Choso fucks you so hard your vanity table creaks and repeatedly slams into your wall causing the entire room to shake. Your mind goes blank as if his cock controls the very flow of blood in your body. Surging tingling sensations electrifying your veins when the curve of his length knocks his albert piercing so aggressively against your cervix. 

Your gooey walls build up so much pressure around his thickness that white spots edge your vision so very close to your nirvana.

“Don’t even think about cumming until I say so my slutty lil’ princess—hold that shit for daddy.”

But there was no way you couldn’t and just as you are at the very edge of your bliss Choso rips it away from you, halting once again to still inside of you.

“Mmmm no please-please-puhleeease let me cum Choso! Please fuck me right Daddy!” 

Plug!Choso, who as much as he wants to edge you past your limits, really pulled out because he also needs to calm down. Choso removes his shirt overhead as the heat in the room has skyrocketed to near sweltering. 

Even unmoving inside you, your pussy still flexes around him like crazy. You weren’t on birth control so he never came inside you, not even once before. Pulling out normally to release over your stomach, ass or tits and wearing a condom on days it wasn't as safe. 

Although he desperately wants to cum inside you, to really mark you as his, could he risk it? 

It would be so stupid and so irresponsible, going far beyond any punishment. 

You still had a year of school left.

He couldn't knock you up. 

Then again you didn't need to go to classes physically—you could take them online. 

Pushing his more debased and wicked thoughts aside, ultimately Choso reigns himself in. He didn’t even want to put you in that position. He’d support you regardless, but he’d admittedly die inside if you decided not to have his child. 

“S-Shit! C-Cho the door!” 

Seeing the sliver of hallway light cast into your dimly lit room, you realize now that you must have forgotten to lock it. This was an old house and your door had the habit of coming open easily from just some minor movement in your room if left unlocked. 

Choso fucking you like he hated you was surely enough to knock it loose.  

Unfortunately for you though, Choso didn’t give a fuck. 

Abruptly snapped out of his perverse breeding fantasies, Choso’s feral eyes, tinged red from his high meet your frantic ones in the mirror.

“No.”

The renewed vigor of his cock plowing through you again strangles any protests, gagging you on them as you feel him back in your throat from the intensity. 

“Nah princess, let them all hear how hard you sob on this loser’s cock while he fucks some manners into you.”

And sob you did. It was difficult to do anything else really as him moving inside you again had your body buzzing more than from your actual high. 

“It doesn’t matter, cause I am about to fuck you so hard even the walls downstairs start shaking—”

Choso’s heavy balls slap against your clit when he kicks his thrusts up a notch and hitches your leg up on the vanity. 

“—n’when they discover us there’s no way they will even want a cockdrunk brat who lets her ‘weirdo burnout stalker’ get her high and fuck her stupid as a president.”

Your mind, clearly ruined by his dick thinks that might not actually be so bad. 

“Shit, you tightened up baby, you actually want someone to find us? See how good I slut you out, yeah?”

Honestly, the harder he thrusted inside you the less you cared—about anything.

School. 

The sorority. 

Your presidency. 

None of it made you feel anywhere near as fulfilled as you were right now with Choso’s thick girth ripping through you. 

The walls quake even more violently. 

The soggy clicking sounds from your soaked cunt almost reach the volume of your crazed screams for him to fuck you even harder. 

Choso was so fucking close again, he was beginning to lose reason.

“F-Fuck it—should I cum in you, princess? I’ll even let you cum too this time.”

Your brain on a mission to cum, fucked so smooth by his fat cock, could care less as long as you got to cum too. 

Oh fuck, just a lil more and you would—

“—PREZ! Did you get the goods or not? We wanna start roll—”

On her phone texting, Brianna—who is pretty fucked up herself—did not even register that the sex noises came from your room. Thinking Choso had left already and sure you were up here salty about her ‘stealing him away’. 

All the color drains from Brianna’s face as she drops her phone as well as her red solo cup filled with spiked seltzer, splashing on her outfit as well as the floor. 

Through the mirror's reflection, she can see the pleasurable agony painted all over your face from getting your cheeks clapped into oblivion by the obvious third leg Choso was packing. Your eyes to the ceiling, heaving out wails as your tongue hangs out of your mouth waging with every thrust Choso carves into your guts. The clicking sound of his cock stirring up your tight lil’ pussy echoes throughout your room. 

“OH MY GAWD! So it was true? You’re actually fucking him??? OHMYGAWDOGMYGAWD they aren’t going to believe this!”

Cockdrunk and stupified you couldn’t give even a piece of a fuck. Honestly, you wouldn't have even noticed her if Choso didn’t stop again. 

No, No, No. You were so sick of being edged! Not after he finally was going to let you cum. 

This can’t be happening right now.

You couldn’t take it anymore. 

You needed to cum so bad. 

Your vision is blurry with moisture caught in your lashes as you push yourself up. Grasping onto the edge of the tabletop you used it as leverage to weakly fuck yourself back onto him, doing the work this time if he wouldn’t.

You wouldn’t let Brianna’s ass of all people prevent you from having the orgasm you’ve been fiending over a fucking month for.  

“I jushh w-wanna cum! Pleasssh, wanna-cum-wanna-cum…”

You chant out shamelessly. Your desperate whines stunning both Choso and Brianna. 

Candidly, both thought you'd be horrified enough to stop. 

Choso especially, as even after everything tonight wouldn’t have been shocked if the mortification of actually being caught had you kicking him out.

“Heh.”

Are you actually choosing him for once?

Choso wasn’t going to let the moment pass without finding out—that’s for fuckin’ sure.

The smack he delivers to your cheeks grab your attention as you bellow out more cries. You’re still pathetically trying to get off with your weakened thrusts back. It wasn’t nearly enough to get you off—but better than the burning that threatens to incinerate you whole if you stopped.

“Hey Princess, I’ll let you cum just lemme know something first, yeah?”

You nod your head longingly, dizzy with need.

“Tell this bitch whose dick is this?”

For the first time that night, you answered without missing a beat.

“M-Mine m’daddy, its m-mine!”

You pant breathlessly, still trying to rock yourself back on him but you aren't quite hitting the spot. 

Your eyes lock with Brianna’s through the mirror’s reflection yet you are looking straight through her—your eyes vacant as you could only think of Choso’s cock. 

Your cock.

“Nah don’t look at that bitch, look at me princess.”

Not hesitating, your eyes snap over to him.

“Good fucking girl—and whose pussy is this?” 

“You–YOU CHOSO! Please Daddy—please it's s’good, I need it! Please fuck me Daddy!”

Choso turns to Briana who is frozen in place—her eyes are wider than saucers—as she realizes she’s lost.

Reaching over you he grabs an ounce bag and tosses it near her hitting the floor by her feet. Brianna hesitates though, causing Choso to growl impatiently. 

He’d proved his point, now he wanted this bitch gone.

“Yo Gouda—you a voyeur or somethin’?”

Brianna jumps when Choso addresses her quickly shaking her head ‘no’. 

“Then get the fuck up outta here bitch—MOVE!”

In her haste, Brianna slips on the spilled alcohol as she scrambles to quickly snatch up the weed and her alcohol-soaked phone. The door slams shut as she scurries out the door.

Plug!Choso who has lost all desire to punish you. He only wants to be able to see your face twist in pleasure when he finally lets you have your sweet euphoric release.

In a flash, he’s moving you again. Choso swoops you up and tosses you onto the bed, hurriedly making sure the door is locked this time before kicking off his pants and crawling on top of you. 

“Shhhh princess, you did so good baby, m’gonna let you cum. Gonna have you creaming so hard on this cock, s’your cock baby—you earned it.”

Choso is slurring his words as he peppers your body with blood buzzing kisses to hush your anguished whimpers while he peels the remaining clothes off your body. Not being sheathed inside you is killing him just as much, yet he longs to touch your silky skin unimpeded against his own.

“Been taking me s’gud baby, c’mere…”

The both of you now bare, Choso wastes no time plunging back into your heated core, your heels digging into his back at the intensity. 

Damn—you’re so perfect.  

Allowing himself to let go, his mind shatters as Choso melts into your gooey lil’ cunny. 

His lips are desperate to find yours and Choso is no longer able to withhold himself from sinking into a pussydrunk state. Uncaring for any more displays of dominance, the kiss you share is hurried and sloppy causing your thoughts to splinter. 

Your mind fragments into increasingly smaller pieces of incoherency the more frantic Choso’s kiss becomes. His teeth clash with yours and graze over your swollen lips, unable to control himself as he fitfully bruises your clit from the blunt thrusts of his pelvic bone.

Tears glaze your eyes blinding you from the creamy stickiness at Choso’s hilt that splash between your bodies. The musky fluids flow all over your puffed lil’ pussy to drizzle past his aching balls to puddle on your sheets.

“L-Live with me—with me n’ Yuji—FUHHCKKpussysogood—y-you ain’t gotta be here anymore, princess.”

Choso’s forehead rests against yours and his dick twitches inside of you like crazy from the ridges of his thick engorged cock scraping against every nerve in your cunt.

“Be with us, baby. Be our family. I-I–SHIIIIIT—I love you so-much-so-much.”

All of his bravado strips away and there’s just the soft Choso you knew once again. The one who would do anything for you, the one who made your stomach flip and your heart stop—you didn’t want to go through life anymore without him in yours.

“Y-Yes! I wanna—ah fuhhhh—s’gud l-love you D-Daddy!”

Overwhelmed with emotion for you and knowing he would come soon, Choso reaches a shaky hand between you to roughly smash his palm into your sensitive lil’ bud. The soaked slick from your bodies causes his movements to jerk erratically and your hips involuntarily thrash against him.

Choso screws his eyes shut, your bodies so wet he nearly slips off of you in his single-minded focus to make you cum. He has to be ready to pull out of you as soon as you do or he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from shooting all of his cum in you—yet that’s exactly what your fucked out lil’ pussy wants. 

“C-Cum—cum in me Daddy…”

Your voice is barely above a whisper as you almost fade out of consciousness from the sublime shockwaves that erupt over your body as you are nearly at the peak of your climax.

Choso’s hips falter, almost in a more fucked out condition than you. He nearly dumped his entire load into you then but his last sliver of sanity held out.

“SHIIIIIT—P-Princess—Do ya even know what y’er s-saying to me right now?” 

Time slows, your hand cups his face staring with conviction as best you could into his dark aubergine eyes as your other weakly directs the palm pressing on your clit to rest on your belly.  

“Cum in me Choso—I-I wouldn’t mind having a baby if it's yours.” 

Oh fuck… 

And with that your knees were by your ears and your ankles dangle off his shoulders. 

Sure, you were intoxicated on many substances—his dick included and as much as you may have just been talking shit at this moment Choso doesn’t care anymore.

You’d told him you’d have his baby and it’s all his pussydrunk mind can process.

Like a puppy Choso whimpers his groans keen sharply out of him as his tongue dangles to drip slobber down your neck. He’s reverting back to the sloppy whiny mess you know him to be when hes fucked himself out from treating your drooling hole like a well-loved pocket pussy.

“MHMMM FUCK!”

The knot inside you twists impossibly tighter, straining your nerves until it finally snaps sending shockwaves through you. You lose yourself in nonsensical cries as your worn battered body convulses uncontrollably, creaming around his cock. 

If your brain hadn’t shut down at this very moment—only filled with the white noise of your searing orgasm—you might be worried Choso just broke your bed. The creaking fills the room as the sound of metal bending is apparent although neither of you are concerned.

“—s’gonna be OK, mmm-FUCK—m’gonna take care of you, love you—we’ll be a real family then, you, me, yuji—n’our baby!”

You don’t even hear him as you’re on autopilot now. The red streaks your kitten nails scratch across his muscular shoulders urge him on like the squelching sounds of your squirt gushing out of you and wet smacks of his balls colliding with your ass.

Overstimulating your senses, Choso sweeps you up into another all consuming kiss. The mind-numbing aftershocks of your blissful tremors leaves your tongue limp as his mouth hungrily devours yours. When Choso finally releases, his hot seed pumps into your tummy as his body writhes on top of yours. 

The mind numbing aftershock of your euphoric release continues as Choso proceed to fuck more and more of his thick ropes of his cum into you. He doesn’t show signs of slowing down but your body on the other hand fades, giving into the comforting gratification of sleep after having your guts rearranged. 

“O-one more time, p-princess—pleaseeee.”

Your thankful at that moment you’ve previously told Choso you didn’t mind somnophilia and gave him the free use pass to fuck you while you slept. You rarely actually could even stay asleep with how hard he would end up railing you but there was a first time for everything with your cunt finally content and full after so long your exhaustion drags you into a deep slumber. 

Plug!Choso who tightly cuddles you to him as you both sleep. The two of you twisted up like a pretzel in a mess of limbs with you practically smashed between Choso and the wall. 

Your XL twin bed clearly wasn't meant to comfortably fit two people like this. 

You’re still mostly asleep though, softly groaning as the cheery morning sun pierces through your thin curtains. You move to throw a pillow over your face only to discover you cannot budge. 

However, you can't say you weren’t used to waking up like this. Choso was always a hardcore cuddler. You missed the mornings you’d wake overheated and skin to skin. Your legs would find themselves intertwined just like this. 

Somehow, Choso would always find a way to fuse the both of your bodies together where every part of him was touching some piece of you.

Typical…

The sleepy thought drifts through your brain, sensing it's still far too early for you to wake up. Wanting to drift back to sleep you burrow your face deeper into his chest, stiffening when your mind does the very opposite and wakes up enough to recall the events of the previous night.

Sobering quickly in the daylight, a sinking feeling begins to suffocate your heart. The now familiar guilt you’ve accumulated over the past month amplifies the hangover etching itself behind your eyes. 

You can’t help but panic as the memories from the night before come rushing back. 

There was still so much uncertainty. 

Having been utterly humbled for the first time in your life you can’t stop the self doubt that questions if he’d even meant everything he said last night—you were both lit as hell. 

You’d meant it though.

Your heart seizes at the thought that this might be the last time you’d wake up in his arms. Before you know it you are crying again trembling as you try not to wake Choso up with your silent tears.

You are quiet enough but Choso is also a light sleeper and stirs awake at the small fit you’re having.

“H-Hey, morning princess *yawns*—wait, what's wrong?”

His tired eyes are full of loving concern as Choso cups your face wiping away your tears before bringing you into his chest, tightening his hand on your head.

“Shit, was I too rough on you last night princess? Fuck, I know how much all this shit means to you I—”

You interrupt Choso, you can’t let him beat himself up over you any longer.

“N-No, Cho—”

Sniffling, you break away from his hold just enough to maneuver yourself to meet his tired eyes. 

You mentally kick yourself—you hated being such a crybaby now but you couldn't help it. You were left feeling so vulnerable after being stripped of all pretenses the night before—it all just started pouring out of you— 

“—d-did you mean it? W-What you said? Cause I—I meant what I said. I-I wanna be with you and Yuji. C-Cook breakfast and f-fall asleep watching movies and go to all his games with you—I’ll never miss another game and—and—”

“Bet.”

Wait…huh?

Even after last night you half-still expect him to be upset with you, you’d still expected you’d have to beg. 

You’re left speechless.

“Bet. Let’s pack up your shit then, princess.”

Choso’s bright grin is near blinding to your weary gaze. 

“I meant everything I said, I could never lie to you.”

Giving you a tender kiss on your forehead, he forces you to look him in the eyes. Choso takes in all your looks of uncertainty before melting them away, softly cooing affirmations with his lips fluttering over yours. You’re so needy for his touch as you wrap your arms around his neck to bring him even closer.

Not being able to resist your body’s calls for him, you soon find yourself underneath Choso who rubs his morning wood against your core still soaked with his essence from the night before.

Choso smirks down at you, the cockiness back in his voice.

“What I say before? You’re my family—Fuck those bitches and fuck your parents—I got you.”

Plug!Choso, who doesn’t know what time it is but knows he has to go pick up Yuji from his friends soon. He also doesn’t know if he should expect your nosy ass sorority sisters to barge in again. Still, that doesn’t stop him from sinking into your sopping heat once more, never taking his lips off of you. 

Unlike the fervor of last night, his strokes are slow. The anger and intensity are gone, but the passion still remains simmering under your skin. Choso is savoring every bit of you as he devours your mewls, drinking them down along with any lingering unsureties. 

But, fuck—he doesn't feel like he’ll be able to keep himself from cumming inside you from now on. Not when you’d be living with him and Yuji, acting all domestic like. 

Images of a would-be future with you swirl in his mind—you pregnant, giggling at Yuji when he jumps in surprise from feeling the baby kick—your belly growing so large you had to cradle a hand underneath when you adorably waddled from room-to-room—the day of delivery when you both finally get to meet the child you cr—

—MUTHRFUUUUH!

Choso’s eyes roll towards the ceiling as he whines loudly, his whole body is shivering along with his premature release. Buckets of his viscous seed slosh in your womb with every sloppy stutter of his hips, pushing the mass overflow of his cum out of your swollen hole and down the crack of your ass.

Fucking you through his overstimulation, your cries only fuel his intent to impregnate you. The want for the sensual intimacy that slow fucking brings after a reconciliation being overtaken by the intense primal urge to put a baby in your belly.

There was no need for any additional vocalizations of affection when Choso is so adamantly reciprocating your feelings, his creamy cum filling you with promises of his devotion which he fucks even deeper into your womb. 

You aren’t able to recall the last time you felt this satisfied. Working so hard to meet everyone else’s standards was exhausting and you didn’t regret your choice.

You had no plans now other than being with Choso. 

And contrary to the dread of what you had previously thought deviating off course would be like—it frees you. You love and trust Choso enough to let go of all of it and just let life take you where it would.

You’d be content as long as you have him and Yuji. 

Choso knows this yet even so, he is still on a mission to add a fourth to your new little family sooner rather than later. 

He knew you were speaking of the future when you said you’d have his kid the night before but—why delay the inevitable? 

Choso needed to fill you up at least 2 more times before he’d let you leave this bed—no matter how many of your sorority sisters would walk in—they could watch for all he cares.

Yeah at this rate you’d definitely be pregnant by the start of school next year.

Shit, he’d have to go buy a ring soon.

⋙ how was that? holy hell i think this is the longest fic i've written lol. i wanted to take my time with this because although brat taming isn't hard i still wanted to capture the essence of choso. he can be mean enough to do it he's definitely going to internally struggle a bit and be our whiny feral lil baby gworl at the end lol.

taglist will be in a reblog in the morning. needed to get this out and then go to bed. i might also edit it a bit as well. as some of it wasn't proofed.

reblogs and comments so appreciated, i wanna know what u think, send me asks too!

[bunnis-monsters]

Legend of the Drider(Pt2)

Male!Drider x Fem!Reader

Kofi Request

Pt 1

summary: the aftermath of mating with the drider of myth

wk: 800+ words

Life with your drider lover was surprisingly… fulfilling,

After successfully being able to carry his clutch of eggs, he was happier than ever with you. Since mating with you, he had been treating you like a princess.

No… a queen.

Although he had already mated with you, the creature was a traditional man, going about the courting process one normally would in his culture.

The first thing he did was find an abandoned cabin. You needed somewhere safe and comfortable to live, especially as the fall started to change into the unforgiving winter. Being high up in the mountains meant it was rough, and he wanted his mate to be warm and happy while carrying his clutch.

The cabin wasn’t anything special, and you’d have to do some renovations before it would be livable. Thankfully your mate had collected many trinkets, coins, and random wallets containing large sums of money. It was a courting present to you, and it all went to repairing the cabin.

Once it was livable, he was determined to keep you under him and warm at all times. He was almost like a cat, trying to lay in your lap and rub his scent on you.

“Heavy…” you whimpered, causing him to slowly skitter back a bit. He lowered himself, sitting on the ground so his torso was level with you on the couch.

“Better?”

You nodded, kissing his cheek.

Sex was a common occurrence, and he had the strange urge to tie you up and stuff you full of more eggs. He knew you were already carrying his clutch, but the scent of your pregnancy hormones made him go wild.

Feeling his fangs press against your neck, you let out a soft mewl. He loved giving you a low dose of his aphrodisiac venom to make you squirm while he pushed his cock into you.

His hands stayed on your belly, rubbing gently while he kissed the bite marks he had left on your neck, lapping up the little pinpricks of blood.

“Such a sweet thing… how I adore you.”

He was soft and sweet with you, always making sure your pregnancy cravings were taken care of and you felt loved. His heart swelled with pride to see you so content and well taken care of, proving that he was a good mate and providing you with everything you needed.

It was easy to take your college classes online, and even though your lover got a bit sulky when you said you eventually wanted to follow your dreams and become a photographer, he did everything in his power to make it happen.

While your babies grew in your belly, your lover began producing tons of spider silk. He confessed that he learned to knit from one of the females, and started making little sweaters for all of your babies.

Some baby driders came out fully independent, which made you sad to think about. You had severe pregnancy hormones and you wanted to mother some baby spiders damn it!

He reassured you that his species required motherly care, and that because he had mated a human, the babies would be more human-like.

The cabin became less like a place to live in and more of a home. Your lover hunted at night, and slept through most of the day. He was such a clingy thing, curling with you and whining if you got up to pee at night. He hated being away from you for even a second… especially as his paternal instincts started kicking in.

Recently he had been aggressive towards any other creature that dared to come near the cabin, and started building a nest out of his silk webs so you’d have somewhere comfortable to give birth.

As your due date drew nearer, he grew more possessive and territorial, making sure to scent and mark you. It wasn’t often that you had any time for yourself, he was inconsolable when you experienced even the slightest pain.

“I don’t want you to be in pain, love. I’m so sorry, I know it’ll hurt to give birth… I wish I could make it all go away.”

He was with you for the whole process, his hand in yours as you gave birth to 3 healthy drider babies. They were small, with the cutest little spider legs and chubby cheeks. Each fussed and cried as they entered the world, already seeking comfort from you, their mother.

From that moment on, everything seemed to click into place. Your little ones nursed as you teared up a bit. You had brought these little ones into the world, and your lover couldn’t be more happy with it.

“Do you think I’ll be a good mother?”

Your question was met with a chuckle. Your love leaned down to nuzzle against you, his eyes half lidded with contentment.

“I don’t think so, I know you will.”

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[lady-lauren]

❥ RYOMEN SUKUNA X FEM! READER

❥ WORD COUNT: 2k

❥ WARNINGS/TAGS: Cannibalism (Sukuna just takes a few bites of you, as a treat), Sukuna has two cocks and four arms, major dub-con, blood, Sukuna is a sadist, double penetration (vaginal and ass fucking), degradation, branding (his name on your skin), squirting, belly bulge, overstimulation, creampie

Dead Dove Do Not Eat. I’m serious. Sukuna eats more than just pussy.

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“Oh you poor, poor little thing,” his maniacal mouth coos, sweat shimmering against the black lines of his body like an abyss, “does it hurt? I bet it does.”

It’s a rarity that Sukuna plays with his toys, normally too insatiable to take his time and savor. But you’re just so sweet, juicy with fear and plump with arousal. 

He’ll have to taste the whole menu to decide which doughy part of you is his favorite. 

You’re spread open like a feast, two hands prying your legs apart while another keeps your pesky hands locked above your head. Sorcerers are tricky—one lapse in judgment and you’ll be squirming out of his bed, throwing annoying techniques at him like you really think you stand a chance.

Perhaps you won’t, though. Your precious cunt is drooling for him, even as his fourth hand digs a claw into the flesh of your thigh. Blood swells to the surface, spilling in a streak down your skin. So close to where your pussy is stretched open, where your tight little hole is fluttering like it's scared. 

“Just a few little bites, m’kay? Then maybe, just ~maybe~��I’ll let you go.”

“H-how many?” 

He’s surprised you can still speak. 

“Hmmmm,” his voice rumbles in the thick confines of his throat as he ponders. Carmine irises flicker over the shape of you. “This looks good.” Sukuna taps his bloody fingertip to the underside of your breast, pressing into the gooey fat. “This too.” He traces a sharp fingernail across the juncture of your neck and shoulder, eyes sparking when you swallow. “And I already got started down here.”

Sukuna digs a claw back into your sore thigh, using the barest hint of his strength to rip into your tender muscle. 

Your scream makes a satisfied shiver run down all of his limbs, both cocks throbbing. They twitch together, hot and angry, red tips leaking down his shafts.

Licking his lips, he admires the sugary shine of your subcutaneous tissue, peeled back to reveal bloody insides of your flesh. Just a little rip, a stringy bit of meat that’s too easy to fully tear off and slide between his teeth. 

Sukuna swallows and the taste of you makes him want to cum.

“Mhmmmm, fuck, what did you do to get so flavorful, hm? Or have you always been so sweet?” 

He watches you whimper and wiggle, nipples hard and puffy. 

“You like this?” The grin that curls around the tattoos on his cheeks is sickening. “What a fucking delightful little human. I’ve never gotten lucky enough to find one of the sluts.”

He tests his theory under the safety net of knowing that pain makes you numb. Releasing your wrists, he revels in how you simply let the weight of freedom fall into his mattress. You aren’t going anywhere.

Your poor little pussy is creaming, squishy and wet and begging. He likes the way it smells—tangy, thick honey. It almost overpowers the iron scent of dripping blood. 

“‘Suppose you need some attention. Don’t want you passing out before I’m done.”

You gratify him with a high-pitched moan as he swirls two fingers against your cunt, knuckles sticky in your slick. Easy, it’s far, far too easy for him to slip his digits into you. Normally there’s resistance, like human pussies are trying to push him out, yet you’re sucking him in.

“What should I eat next? Pick for me.”

All the emotions that filter over your face are foreign to him. He’s not sure what you’re thinking, but can smell some sick mixture of pain and pleasure rippling over your skin as you weakly buck your hips. His fingers sink deeper into your cunt, claws tickling against soft spots that make you mewl. 

“C’mon,” he tsks, “don’t make me wait.”

Your little gulp is so cute, “My c-cunt…”

“Oh, don’t get greedy. Dessert comes last. Try again.”

You’re almost shy as you drag one of your hands from above your head, trailing down to cup one of your breasts and squeeze. “Here?”

“My, my, those tits do look delicious.” 

He shoves a third finger into your weeping hole as he latches his teeth to the fat of your breast. 

He sucks, tastes your sweat, licks at the salt. As the first bite hits his taste buds, blood trickling down the corners of his lips, his eyes go wide in astonishment. He wasn’t expecting such a burst of flavor, like jellied candy popping in his mouth.

Your shrieks are just fodder, background noise, as he hums in delight and sucks at the viscid lining of your skin.

Fuck. With the next bite he wants to be inside you, feel the tremors of your wrecked body around his dicks. 

The wound bleeds down your stomach as he pulls away, swallowing and licking along his sharp teeth to gather the remnants. 

“Aren’t you just such a treat?” 

Sukuna swats your cheek, quick with his nails angled like a cat so he can scratch at your skin. Your head lolls to the sheets, panting, damaged tits heaving as you try to find sanity. It’s too late for that. He’s going to break your body and mind, binge in your honeyed sorrow. 

“Wakey, wakey, little human. You won’t want to miss what comes next.”

Your brows pinch as he draws his messy fingers from your cunt, only to wrap a hand around each of his cocks so he can pop both heads into your holes. 

That wakes you up. 

“C-can’t, n-not both.” 

“Oh please, you’re all soft and squishy. Girls are made to be fucked.”

The swell of your belly as he pushes in makes him even hungrier. Your ass strangles his cock, the rim wet with the drippings of your slick. He hates that he has to be careful. A too strong push could split you on his dicks, and he’s having far too much fun to be devouring your guts just yet. 

But he’s not gentle. All four hands latch onto you—legs held so wide it’s nearly obscene, the other two sinking into your rib cage and smearing in blood so he can pull you down until you’re impaled. 

The squeeze of you is divine. 

The heavy mass of his cocks stretches your walls thin. He can feel the outline of both his dicks as he starts to thrust, mushroom heads catching on one another before bullying in deep.

It’s no surprise that you’re crying—humans always cry, sob, beg. It is perplexing and oh so satisfying, however, that you’re blubbering because you feel good amidst all your pain and suffering. Your hips are rolling back to meet his thrusts, pussy convulsing every time his pelvis grinds into your clit. 

Your bleeding and broken body is devouring him just like he swallowed your flesh. Your gooey pussy is sucking around him, dragging along his shaft like lips gobbling him whole. 

The hiss he releases is sinful, like a snake coiling as his tattooed thighs presses you deeper into the crimson mess he’s created. He likes the way the ichor stains your skin. He takes a bloodied hand and curls it around your thigh, fingers long enough to overlap and color your flesh like a brand. He could crunch your bones beneath his palms, break you into pieces if he wanted.

“Do you want me to, ah fuck—” he loses his train of thought when the sound of his voice makes your ass clench, ribbed walls wedging around his second cock. “Never fucking mind giving you the option. I’m keeping you. Alive. Want your body warm every time I fuck it.”

The look in your eyes is so hopeful and darling that it almost makes him feel something. 

Sukuna pummels into your gaping holes and leans over your body to sink his teeth into your neck. He bites hard, hard enough to make you weep and wail and to remind him that you’re only here to be devoured.

He rips tender flesh and digests it, drinking down more of your blood as you start to coo from the stinging pain and numbing ecstasy of having him ravage your sensitive little pussy and ass. You get so tight around him in your anguish, all fucked out and eaten like you’re nothing but a willing piece of meat. 

His wanton tongue laves over your marred skin, sliding through blood and sinew. Humans always were his favorite. Only now he can’t remember what any of them tasted like before you.

Your cunt is slobbering, creaming, and he’s pretty sure he hears your weak little heart stop beating for a split moment before you cum. 

“God what a good fucking slut,” he purrs, eyes rolling back in his head as he feels both of your channels compress around his lengths as you break. “Let’s make you do that again.”

You’re so overstimulated from the bliss of his cocks thrusting in, out, in, deeper, faster that all the suffering he inflicted is null. You cum again because it’s so easy to make you, one of his hands pinching your swollen clit until you squirt all over his toned stomach and your belly bulges from the shape of his inflating cock.

“Ohh I like that. More. Give me more.”

Two hands keep your kicking legs pinned to the bed as another torments your clit and the last is gathering your slick. He runs his fingers over the grooves of his abs and up to his pecs, finally flicking his fingertips into his mouth to eat your cum like sauce. 

His cocks swell at the flavor of you, tart and salty like some kind of rich delicacy. 

Sukuna continues to stuff you full, over and over again, pressing in until it seems like you’ll pop. His balls are bruising against your body with every brutal thrust. You’re babbling and messy, coated in slick and blood and tears and spit. It’s almost disgusting, yet he has to admit you’re just so damn pretty and warm that he thinks it’s cute. Like a pet. 

He rubs at your engorged clit until you’re squirting and screaming again, babbling about how it’s too much. Only it’s not enough, not for him. He’s close to the edge and knows just how to get himself off. 

Sucking at a clawed fingertip, Sukuna eyes a soft patch of skin below your bouncing, intact tit. The other is still seeping, his fresh bite etched into the globe.

“One last thing,” he smirks, crazed and nearly fucked out, “gotta let everyone know these slutty holes belong to me.”

The sharp tip of his nail digs into your meat, slicing the characters of his name as if he was signing a gory, whorish picture. His smile nearly splits his skull at the sight, all bloody and gross and his.

“~K-Kunaaa…” hearing his broken name out of your stupid little slut mouth is the last straw, some primal instinct to claim his prize overwhelming his senses and making him explode. 

Cum bursts from your seams all while bloating in your belly, your ass, pearly white strings glistening against all your fluids. He feels relieved as he releases into you, hot balls pulsing as he feeds his seed into your gummy depths. 

You’re so full of his cum that another orgasm crests over you, making you tremble and quake and scream. He relishes your final squeezes, letting your cunt and ass suction around his cocks until he’s milked dry. 

“I fucking love whores.” Just because he can, he pushes his hand into your bulging belly, laughing as cum gushes from where your pussy is cinched around his shaft. You whimper, twisting against the hands holding your thighs open. 

“No no no,” he wags a finger at you, “I still haven’t had dessert.”

He wonders if he’ll be able to stop himself from sinking his teeth into the delicate, syrupy folds of your cunt. Depends on just how good you taste.

[lipglossanon]

Day 8

Kink: Spitting & Overstimulation

Pairing: Corrupt Cop!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, a slightly softer CC Leon (don’t ask me how it happened lmao), dirty talk, possessive Leon, spitting, overstimulation, praise, daddy kink, fingering, pussy slapping, multiple orgasms, squirting

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The night’s breezy, sending chills across your body and making you regret your choice of wearing a cute skirt to meet up with Leon at the local carnival. Surprisingly, the date has been sweet. He’s only touched your shoulders and lower back to guide you around the stalls and rides. 

You split a funnel cake and share a messy, powdered sugar flavored kiss afterwards. It’s enough to let your guard down, which is your second mistake of the night (after the fashion choice). It all starts with some people from out of town, a couple of guys who more than likely have had too much to drink. 

They say something to you, but you’re not paying attention. Leon is though. Leon’s head is always on a swivel when you’re out together. He leaves you standing next to the basketball game, hands clutching the plushie he just won you as he walks over to the pair. Your heart rate picks up, seeing the look on Leon’s face—nothing ever bodes well with that look. 

A group of teenagers stop in front of you, blocking the trio from view. Standing up on your tiptoes doesn’t help and you don’t really wanna move and have Leon be disappointed you didn’t listen to him. The teens shift and you see Leon walking back to you, bypassing the noisy group to stand in front of you again. 

Glancing down you see blood on his knuckles and you gasp.

“Are you okay?” You reach for his hand but he pulls away. 

“Of course,” he uses his clean hand to cup your chin, thumb smoothing across your skin. “Let’s head home so I can clean up.”

You nod, “Okay.”

His lips tic into a half smile, “Such a good girl.”

Heat sweeps through you and you bite your bottom lip, letting him wrap his arm around your shoulders and lead you out of the carnival grounds to his car. The ride back to your place is quiet save for the radio playing on low volume. You squeeze the plushie to your chest, eyes watching the landscape pass you by until he’s pulling up to your place. 

Once the door’s unlocked, Leon disappears into the guest bath to use the first aid kit tucked under the sink. You kick off your shoes and wander down the hall into your bedroom. Gently sitting the stuffed raccoon on your dresser, your shoulders drop, tension leaving your body now that you’re home.   

“Is this where you’re gonna keep him?” 

Leon’s thick arms wrap around your body, hugging you back against his chest. 

“Mmhmm,” you smile although he can’t see. “It looks cute here.”

“Sure does, sweetheart,” he murmurs against the shell of your ear. “Know what else is cute?”

A breath hitches in your throat as he slips his hands down your body, one pulling up your skirt so he can run his other hand over your panty clad mound.  

“This soft pussy,” he groans, fingers delving underneath your panties to rub against your slit. “Cutest little pussy I’ve ever seen.”

He bites down on your neck and you mewl, hips rocking into his hand. Moving your hands behind you, you tangle them in his hair with a sigh. 

“Oh,” you pause, body stiffening, “how’s your hand?”

“Aw, are you worried?” He chuckles and it makes your skin prickle. “It’s fine, just a few cuts. Won’t stop me from playing with your hot cunt, pretty girl.”

Shivering, you whine and relax back against him. 

“That’s it,” he coos mockingly, “you like me taking care of you, huh? Yeah, you do.”

“Leon, please,” you whimper, slick filling the gusset of your panties. 

“Spoiled pussy,” he grunts. “Nothing but a spoiled little pussy.”

Three of his fingers sink knuckle deep into your drippy hole. You whimper and rock down against his hand. 

“But this is my spoiled pussy isn’t it, baby? She’s only crying so much cause daddy treats her so nicely.”

“Yes, yes, please, Leon,” you hiccup a whine, thighs trembling. 

“My pretty girl,” he sinks his teeth in your shoulder and you cry out, clamping down tightly on his fingers buried in your cunt. 

Curling the digits, Leon rubs against your g-spot, heightening your pleasure until it’s too much for your body to handle. He pulls his fingers out suddenly and your orgasm teeters on the edge before tapering off. Frustrated tears slip from your eyes as your cunt flutters around nothing. 

“Daddy, please, ‘m so close,” you moan softly, fingers tugging his hair.

He cups your throat with one hand, angling your head back onto his shoulder. 

“Open your mouth,” he growls, fingers tightening on your neck. 

Dropping your bottom lip, you loll your tongue out, heart pounding in your chest as arousal blazes through your veins. He laughs down at you. 

“Don’t have to tell you to swallow, do I, pretty girl?”

Not letting you answer, he spits down on your tongue, watching with dilated eyes as you swallow with a moan. He shakes his grip when he feels your throat bob against his hand. 

“Again.”

Your lips fall open eagerly and he drools a line of spit down into your mouth. Whining, you swallow down the saliva, mouth dropping back open without Leon saying anything. 

“Good girl,” he spits on your tongue one last time before manhandling you over to the bed. He pushes you down onto the mattress and shoves your skirt up, yanking your panties down and off. 

His hand comes down and smacks your clit, the flat of his fingers stinging in the best way. Your hips writhe, torn between wanting more of those rough slaps or reprieve from the sharp pleasure. Leon decides for you, gripping one of your hips and pressing down on the bone until you whine. Once you still your movement, he rains slaps down across your thighs and cunt, catching your clit with his fingertips. 

Crying out, you tangle your fingers in the sheets, leg muscles twitching and jumping. 

“God, look at this wet mess you’re making, baby,” he croons nastily. “Love getting this fat pussy slapped, don’t you?”

He lands a hard smack across your cunt and your whole body shudders, slick dripping from your hole to saturate the bed spread. His fingers part your pussy lips and he fucks the digits into your fluttering walls, scissoring you open before curling upwards to rub across your g-spot. 

“Leon, oh that’s so good,” you keen, head grinding back against the pillow. 

He fingerfucks your pussy fast and hard, thumb pressing against your clit to circle the swollen bud. With his fingers constantly rubbing the spongy spot at the front of your pussy, your orgasm winds higher and higher. 

“Soak my fingers, sweetheart,” he grins, eyes dragging up from your spread open pussy to your blown out gaze. “Show me how good it feels.”

He leans over your hip and spits, a hot glob of saliva dripping down over your clit that he rubs in with his thumb. That’s enough to push you completely over the edge. A low cry spills from your lips, toes curling while your body jerks as you cum. The wet sound of Leon fingering you through your orgasm meets your ears—the loud plap plap plapmakes you whine, cunt fluttering and milking his fingers even more. 

“Give me another, I know you can,” he goads, the pads of his fingers grinding against your g-spot. 

On the heels of your first orgasm, creeps the second. It doesn’t take as long as you think before your back bows off the bed, climax creating fireworks in your brain as you moan and whimper. Leon still doesn’t let up and the pleasure begins to become too much. He pins you down against the bed, roughly fucking his fingers into your sopping wet cunt. 

“Leon, I can’t—“ 

Your voice cracks, a sob breaking free as tears fill your eyes. 

“Please, daddy, s’too much.”

“One more,” he murmurs. “One more and you can rest.”

Openly crying, you nod, knowing that when he wrings out your next orgasm it’s going to make you pass out. Your cunt pulses at the thought and Leon groans, thumb rubbing your slippery clit. 

“C’mon, pretty girl, you can do it.”

He lets go of your hip and brings his hand down to pinch and lightly smack your clit. The pain is enough to trigger your third orgasm of the night, pussy squirting so much it soaks the bed and Leon’s arm. 

 “Fuck, good girl, that’s my good girl,” he hums, pleased as punch. “God, look at this messy fucking pussy.”

Blood rushes through your ears and your dazed eyes meet his before they flutter shut in empty bliss. 

[bwabys-scenarios]

Off the pill(NSFW)

Illumi x Fem!Reader

warning: breeding, oral(f!receiving)

Name) looks over the room she shared with Illumi, her eye twitching in annoyance.

It had been decorated with flower petals, with candles for lighting.

On the bed we’re several pairs of lingerie for her to choose from, along with her barely clothed husband.

“Your shower took longer than expected, the whip cream melted.” Illumi looked at her with a pout, an expression most people wouldn’t be able to pick up on.

(Name) rolled her eyes and sat on the edge of the bed.

“Baby, I’m waiting for my birth control to be refilled, so no sex until then. I don’t want to take any chances.”

Illumi leaned towards her, brushing his hair back to kiss her cheek.

“My love, now is the perfect time to have sex. I always told you I wanted a big family.”

His kisses trail down to her neck, where he bites her most sensitive spot.

She shivers, and sighs.

“I told you I’m not ready for that, baby. We have our whole lives ahead of us, I don’t wanna spend our young years taking care of kids!”

He tilted his head pulling away to look at her with his eyebrow raised.

“My dear, the children will be raised by the help, you won’t have to lift a finger after birth. You’ll be treated like a queen for bearing my offspring.”

He traced his fingertips down their chest and around her stomach.

“Can’t you just imagine having a cute round belly? With..”

He raised his hands to squish her chest, letting the towel she’d been wearing fall to the ground.

“… big breasts just full of milk. Wouldn’t you just love that?”

“Ilu, you’re such a tease,” she whined, rubbing her legs together.

He threw the towel across the room, and left the bed, then kneeled on the floor in front of her.

“Am I really?” He kisses her thighs, watching her face for a reaction.

“I just want to touch you is all. Can I…”

He points in between her legs.

“Touch there?”

(Name) bites her lip.

It had been awfully hard to get off without Illumi hearing for the past week, and she could use some relief.

She slowly opened her legs, revealing her plump cunt to his dark eyes.

He purred at the sight, leaning forward to place a kiss on her cunt.

“So pretty. Almost too pretty to eat.”

Even after being married for half a year, (Name) still blushed at his words.

“My pretty little wife. You want me to touch you sweetheart?”

She nodded.

“Use your words, darling. Where do you want me to touch you?”

He traced his finger against her inner thigh, looking up at her through his dark eyelashes.

“M… my pussy please,”

“Aww, of course my love.” He cooed, immediately placing his tongue over her clit. She gasped, immediately moving her hands to tug at his hair.

Illumi didn’t mind this, it was a testament to the pleasure he was giving his pretty wife.

He slipped a finger into her, humming against her clit. “Have I been neglecting my poor wife? You’re already about to cum, and I’ve barely started.”

She whined. “Illumi… want you inside…”

This caused him to stop his movements, his eyes widening slightly. “What was that dear?”

She panted, eyes half lidded as she stared down at him. “Want you to fill me up, Lumi!”

And he couldn’t deny his wife, could he? That would make him a bad husband. Illumi was a lot of things, but a bad husband he was not.

She was pinned down quicker than she could think, mewling as his cock stretched her out. “Anything for you my love. I’ll fill you up as much as you want.”

He stared into her eyes as he sank into her cunt, his long hair tickling her cheek. She panted as he pounded into her, reaching up to cup his cheek. “Love you so much, Lumi!”

He cooed, peppering kisses all over his face before taking her lips. “I love you too, my love. More than anything.”

He came inside of her when he felt her walls flutter around him when she orgasmed.

She was about to relax, but he began moving again. “L-Lumi?”

He gave her cheek a peck. “You said you wanted to be filled up, right dear? The night is young, and you’re not nearly full enough yet.”

———————

(Name) pouted as she stared down at the positive pregnancy test, her husband nuzzling into her shoulder. “My love, my darling wife, you’ll be an amazing mother.”

She sighed, crossing her arms. “Hmph…”

“Don’t pout, it was inevitable, love. You’re carrying my child, and I will do everything in my power to make sure you spend the rest of your days in comfort.”

When Illumi was kissing her neck, hand rubbing at her tummy, she couldn’t stay mad. She giggled, the dark haired assassin smiling against her skin at the sound.

“Fine, Lumi, you win. What are some of your name ideas?”

[v3nusxsky]

Hey!!!

I love your work so much,

Is there any chance I can request a Larissa weems x reader fic where Larissa and reader are friends and Larissa always steals readers food (like a couple of chips/fries from her meal or a sip of her drink) and it’s just completely innocent.

And readers pet peeve is when people steals her food EXCEPT when it’s Larissa cause she’s completely head over heels for her.

Anyways, I would really appreciate the fic and if you feel like something would fit in place better, im happy with that too. I’m completely confident that you’ll write something I love.

Once again, I love your work.

Hope you have a wonderful day

-a severely affection starved Gwen Stan xx

New discoveries

*Authors note~ another day, another gift. A Drabble for the woman who I started the account for. I’m so incredibly grateful to be nearly at 2 years of owning and posting these fics for you guys. I’ve met some wonderful people I’ll forever be grateful for.*

Trigger warnings~ nothing? Reader has it bad for Larissa, Larissa struggling with food slightly?

Prompt~ see ask^^^

The first time Larissa steals your food you don’t even register it. Simply swiping the cream off your drink, the once ruby red nail being covered in cream. You’re too distracted by the way she takes her index finger between her stunning lips to clean it off with her tongue. The little happy mewl at the taste makes it all worth it. Larissa immediately apologised to you, of course, but being too lost in the sight before you caused you to be nonchalant at best.

The second time Larissa wanted to treat you to lunch. You’ve been working so incredibly hard to help her keep Nevermore afloat. It’s the least she could do. Due to her own issues with other peoples opinions on her diet, she ordered a salad and water while you decided to order the most appealing meal on the menu. It just so happened that when the waiter brought your meals over, you noticed the way the principals gaze dropped to the side of chips on your plate before quickly flicking back to her own meal.

“Everything okay?” You murmured to her watching as she blushed at being caught. “Of course darling. Thank you for accompanying me. I just wanted to thank you for all the hard work you’ve been putting in for Nevermore. I wouldn’t have survived this semester without you.” Now it’s your turn to flush a pink colour at her words.

The meal was lovely, the conversation seemed to flow effortlessly as you made each other laugh. It was only when the waiter asked about desserts did you leave the table to the restroom. On your plate lay a few stray chips and Larissa tried to avoid looking at them. But then she’s reminded of the happy little moan you let escape you when you took a bite. Well. No one would know if she just pinched one right? You weren’t here and the restaurant seemed abuzz with the other tables conversations.

The fact you returned to the table to see the older woman carefully nibbling on a chip was definitely shocking. That very chip was on your plate. It’s yours. Sharing is caring, but not when foods involved. You never share food. It’s a well known fact by all the staff at Nevermore. Yet, you watched as the shifters eyes went wide as you catching her. Her expression matching a child who was caught with their hand in the cookie jar. “Oh! I’m so sorry darling. I don’t know what came over me. I know you don’t like others touching your food.” Her words trailed off almost as if she was waiting to be scolded.

“Have the rest Rissa” you muttered pushing the plate towards the woman who immediately tried to give it back to you, “oh no darling I simply couldn’t. You eat it darling.” If she were anyone else you would’ve been mad, yet looking at her now you couldn’t help but want her to have them. She never allowed herself much. And if a few chips would make her happy then you would gladly give her the rest. And that’s the moment you realised you felt more for Larissa Weems than you thought. A simple crush for the stunning shifter had changed momentum.

Ironically, Larissa sneaking bites of your food or even sipping your coffee became a staple for your relationship. You soon realised that Larissa never really ordered what she desired. She got what was expected of her. So to counter the problem, you’d order extra sides for your meal, enough to ensure that she felt comfortable sharing a few with you. Over the last few months Larissa had tried a range of new food all thanks to this little habit of hers. When the staff witnessed her taking a sip of your coffee in the staff room they thought the world would end. They most definitely didn’t expect for you to kiss her cheek and simply brew another mug for yourself. Sharing food was a no with anyone. But luckily for Larissa she was more than anyone.

[glokyo]

18+ (mod/ heavy smut... don't be scared.)

warnings; spit kink, mentions of sex, small manhandling, degradation, praise.

synopsis; !virgin reader only wants to please her husband.

You were set on waiting to marriage to have sex; you wouldn't even kiss anyone. You weren't religious or anything but when the idea of it being special came to mind, you found waiting the best route possible. Wanting someone who would be so committed to a relationship that they would marry you... and only then would you give yourself up.

So, when you started dating sweet Toji and it got more serious; you were so sure he was going to be the one.

And, gosh. How whipped he was over you; always treating you as the queen you are, rubbing your feet, cooking for you, providing for you every single day, giving you everything you need- especially respecting the fact that you didn't want to have sex until marriage, not pushing you or asking further questions. Toji only wanted to treat you as a queen constantly.

And the moment he got down on one knee, your heart exploded from excitement. He was your everything, just as you're his; he'll do everything and anything for you.

Toji was glad to be the first ever man to give you the pleasure that only a husband can achieve.

You would always look things up, you didn't watch porn but you'd always look at other people's experiences. Which got you into some kinks. You didn't discuss this with Toji, of course not, you were too embarrassed. When the day came, it was only right to say something... and he's making your first time fucking heaven.

"Wider, baby." Toji demands, his cock teasing your entrance. You're so tight; how is he going to fit your tight hole around him? He's got you trapped, supporting your leg while his arm hovers by your head. "C'mon. You gotta swallow it all, m'kay?" He mumbles, forcefully holding your head back. You nod, parting your lips and extending your tongue.

Toji slides his spare hand to your mouth, rubbing the side of your tongue with his thumb before spitting directly on it. For a first time, you sure as hell do know how to tease him. Giving him the sexiest look, pulling your tongue slowly in your mouth, swallowing it all down, showing him your tongue immediately after with a small moan. "Fuck... What a good girl..." He whispers, shifting to slowly slide himself in. You reach for his arm, squeezing it. "C'mon, mama... You gotta take me, alright? Be a big girl." He murmurs, you mewl, arching your back as he only takes himself deeper on a grunt, allowing you a moment to adjust. Biting his lip at the feeling of your juicy walls pulsating around him.

"You're too big," You huff, Toji leans in, kissing your cheek. "You got it. Take it, babygirl.." He shivers, slowly moving. You hold his shoulders, gently clawing at his flesh. Whenever you move, he moves- slow and steady until your body gets the hint... now he's not holding back. Reveling in the sound of your moans and hums of satisfaction. "Feels so good!- Mmm!! Mhm!!" You moan, squirming beneath him, completely lost in the mind numbing pleasure he's giving you.

"Yeah? I know it does, baby. I fucking know, mmfuck." He groans.

Because he had to prep you properly, he spent so much time lapping up every single juice in your pussy. It being slippery with spit and arousal only made the feeling of his cock in your pussy so much better.

Toji couldn't hold back on treating you like his personal slut now that he's able to make you feel good properly, pulling away and spitting on your aching pussy over and over, the squelching sound of him slamming himself back in making everything so fuckin good.

Your hands grip his back, your legs wrapped around him, completely in a daze and desperate for more. Toji thrusts deep, taking your other knee and spreading you wide, slowly sliding along your walls, barely within reach. He leans down to spit on your clit, biting his lip at the sight of it trickling down to his buried cock. He gives your clit a extra rub, lathering it in his saliva before slamming back in. "Fuck, you're s'fucking messy... god, what a slut...."

note: sorry guys! late post 🤠 gimme dat hundred!!!

[weemssapphic]

Rough Day (A Catrissa Drabble)

Larissa Weems x wife!reader

Just a little drabble about Larissa shifting into a cat &lt;3

Words: ~1k

Inspired by a conversation with @im-a-carnivorous-plant and her STUNNING catrissa art !! 😻 also definitely thought about Little Cat by @sapphos-ode whilst writing this!

You’re exhausted as you come home from work, locking the door to your apartment behind you and shrugging off your coat. As you kick off your shoes, you call out to your wife, who should be home by now - though you’re met with silence.

Frowning, you take a step towards the kitchen, nearly tripping over something at your feet. Your frown turns into a playful smile as you begin to laugh. Sitting at your feet and staring up at you is a large, fluffy cat, white as snow with wide, crystalline eyes. It meows as it begins to weave between your legs, rubbing against your calves. 

“Riss, you’ve gotta stop almost tripping me,” you say with a laugh - your words are met with a soft meow as Larissa blinks in apology. 

You’d known about Larissa’s shapeshifting abilities since the beginning of your relationship. Usually, she used them for more mundane things - becoming taller to reach the top shelves in your living room, or shifting her makeup on when she was running late. 

One day, however, you’d come home to find your wife nowhere in sight - instead, a fluffy white cat was curled up at the center of your bed and dozing away. At the sound of your footsteps, the cat had startled and jumped off the bed, quickly shifting back into a very embarrassed looking Larissa. Once you’d managed to calm her nerves enough to stop blushing and stuttering out apologies, she’d explained that sometimes, when she’s alone, she likes to take the form of a cat - she can escape her worries about her stressful job and simply exist for a few hours. 

Since then, and with a little encouragement from your side, she’s been shifting more frequently around you - she usually shifts back into human form soon after you come home, but occasionally she’ll stay as a cat for a little while longer, enjoying the way you can’t help but dote on her and snuggle her. 

Today is no different.

You kneel down, reaching out your hand for her to sniff. You know it’s still your wife, but you can’t help but treat her as you would a normal cat, and she seems to like it. She sniffs your hand then throws herself against you, rubbing her head against your knuckles and narrowing her eyes. In turn you begin to scratch behind her ears, drawing a soft purr from her throat. 

Picking her up, you hold her close to your chest - she rubs the top of her head against your jaw, a deep, satisfied purr rumbling from her chest. You have to admit, as you carry her to the bedroom, that she isn’t the only one getting some stress relief from the situation - her purrs instantly manage to calm and ground you, washing away any lingering thoughts about work or responsibilities. 

Sitting on the bed, you set Larissa down beside you - she instantly curls into your side, looking up at you with wide, expectant eyes as you tell her all about your day. Every so often, she’ll let out an indignant mewl at something you’ve said, blinking slowly to show understanding - Larissa’s always been a good listener, and her cat form is no different.

You run your fingers through her silken fur, gently scratching behind her ears and watching as she tilts her head to the side to allow you better access, her eyes narrowing to slits. With a loud purr, she rolls onto her back, allowing you to stroke her fur and gently scratch her belly. 

“You’re so cute, you know that?” you tease, your urges getting the better of you as you poke at the soft, pink pads of her paws. Larissa’s eyes widen and she swats at your hand, causing you to giggle and tease her more - she kicks her back legs at your hands and bites gently at your wrist. 

“Ow! Okay, okay, I’ll stop,” you say with a laugh, withdrawing your hand as Larissa rolls back onto her stomach and glares up at you, looking very human in that moment. As you lean down to press a kiss to the top of her head, she instantly melts, pressing her forehead against you. When you pull away, she chirps gently and gets to her feet, stretching out and arching her back into the air before hopping from the bed with grace.

Within seconds, the cat is replaced by Larissa’s human form. You grin up at your wife, sitting at the edge of the bed and parting your legs to allow her to step between them. 

“Hi, darling,” she coos warmly, resting her fingers underneath your chin and pushing it up as she leans down to steal a kiss.

“Hi, baby.” You giggle into the kiss, drawing a chuckle from Larissa’s lips.

Your hands come to rest on her waist and you push her back a step so that you can stand up, drawing her close once again and kissing her deeply, flicking your tongue against hers. “Rough day?” you guess - it usually is when she greets you in her cat form.

“Much better now,” she counters, smiling against your lips as she wraps her arms around your neck.

“I gotta say, I love you in every shape and every form… but I really do miss how soft your ears were, I just wanna pet them.”

Larissa laughs and rolls her eyes, a loving and playful smile plastered on her face as she looks down at you. 

“Maybe we just need to get a cat or something…” The immediate furrowing of Larissa’s brow has you in stitches - you figured she’d react like this, and it’s adorable.

“Absolutely not,” she says with a faux-frown. “You’d have me competing for belly rubs in my own home?”

“You know I’d never do that to you, Riss.” You’re grinning as you place a tender, lingering kiss to her cheek, your eyes closing in bliss. When you pull away and open your eyes again, you find she’s shifted snowy white cat ears onto head, and you blush as you reach up to touch the silky fur with the tips of your fingers - they twitch beneath your caresses and Larissa hums in pleasure. 

“Happy?” she asks with an amused smile, her eyebrow raised.

“Happy.”

x

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[vampcubus]

ACK- Romantic sub!Tanjiro, my love

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : nsfw, sub!tanjiro, dom!reader, public sex, footjob, this got a bit out of hand...

YES YES YES cus he loves romance, wants to be the best partner he can be! Always gets you surprise flowers, even when there isn't an occasion, just cus he saw them and thought of you <3 He gets so flustered when you return the favor, shoving a bouquet in his face.

"F-for me? oh, darling..." he sighs, taking the flowers graciously, even if the scent is a little overwhelming. He's a bit teary-eyed because no one has ever given him flowers before and he's so touched.

Deeply appreciates traditional courting practices like dates, and gift giving, and deep conversations about anything and everything. Loves that simple love where you understand one another without having to say a word, mindlessly doing things for one another to make life a little bit easier. He doesn't expect to be swept off his feet by his love, always staring in flustered awe as they do romantic things for him.

You wrote him poetry and love letters while he's away? Please his heart is melting as he hangs on to every word, admiring your handwriting as you profess your love for him, making him yearn for you all the more. He definitely keeps your letters on his person so he can reread them when he misses you. Wanna take him by the waist to slow dance with him in the kitchen? His heart skips a beat, eyes crinkling fondly as he gazes adoringly into your eyes, swaying with you to music you can only hear in your hearts.

Tanjiro is always treating you to all sorts of restaurants, reaching across the table to hold your hand as you dined on good food, talking about what you've been up to while you're apart. He startles so easily when your foot brushes his ankle beneath the table, creeping further and further up as the night goes on.

His face is beet red, and he can hardly get a coherent sentence out when the server asks if he's alright, did he need a refill? followed by a resounding "NO I'M FINE THANK YOU!" that makes heads turn and he hides his face with his hand until they look away.

He's begging you with his eyes from across the table as your foot inches closer and closer to his cock, though it's hard to tell if its for you to stop or continue. He sucks in a breath and bites down hard on his lip to keep from moaning out as your foot presses against his hardness, only for all the air to be forced out of him when you stroke him through his hakama with your foot.

"Mmf- mm, darling, please th-there's people watching us," he'd whimper, though his hips start bucking against your foot anyways, free hand clutching your ankle as he rolled his hips, grinding his clothed cock into the arch. "S-someone will see."

"Don't be so noisy and they won't see. You clearly don't want me to stop," you'd purr, sipping at your sake and watching him squirm with your chin in your hand, enraptured. Tanjiro shivers more under your lustful gaze, chewing his lip raw in an attempt to keep his voice down as his orgasm builds embarrassingly fast. "Doing so good for me, Tan. You're so sweet for taking me out to such a nice place. You deserve a reward."

"I-It's nothing, really. Y-you deserve nice things," He insists, though his reddish eyes nearly roll back at your praise, breath coming out in puffs as your foot sped on his cock. Your other foot joins in, cradling his cock between the other and stroking it through his pants. He lets out an aborted mewl, stuffing his mouth with his fist to contain it as he dances on the edge, so close to creaming his pants.

"Maybe after we leave here, I'll fuck you properly, yeah? Ride your cute cock til i've had enough." He bucks so hard his knee knocks against the table, the sound loud enough to warrant some more stares. You only smile sweetly at them, waving at them in dismissal as if you weren't torturing him with your foot.

"D-darling, ah...! Gonna, oh my, I'm g-gonna...!" he croaks, tears pricking at the corners of his round eyes, staring into yours desperately. His hand squeezes yours so tightly, and you only croon and stroke your thumb over his knuckles comfortingly.

"Go on, sweetheart. Show me you can cum quietly for me like a good boy." That seems to flip a switch because his eyes glaze over and his head tips back, feet planting on the ground to hump his erupting cock against your foot fervently. He does everything in his power to keep quiet as he spurts into his hakama, though a few whines slip out, he is mostly silent through it. "Hmf! mmm!"

And when he's finally finished writhing, he slumps in his chair, exhausted. Your feet return to the floor, and you lift his hand to your lips to kiss his knuckles oh-so-sweetly. He gives you a weak look of affection when he comes down from his high, a furious blush spreading across his face all the way up to his ears. He shifts uncomfortably and cringes at the stain forming in his hakama, sighing deeply though his nose.

"I can't believe we did this here. You have no shame!" he whisper-yells in an accusatory tone, though he can't quite meet your eyes anymore. You only giggle at that.

"You seemed like you were enjoying it, so who's really the shameless one here? You liked it didn't you, cumming in front of all these people?" you tsked, feigning disappointment as you shook your head.

"I-I..." Tanjiro starts, making a face. He couldn't even get the lie out, that he didn't love the thrill of doing such a filthy thing in public, where anyone could have seen you and tarnished your reputation. "Yes, I may have... liked it."

[dawn-moths]

♡ some nsfw cyno headcanons under the cut ♡

♡ as always, minors please do not interact ♡

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♡ ok but soft dom cyno.

♡ cyno who makes you giggle with his stupid jokes and bad puns but has complete control of you in bed.

♡ cyno who punishes you for being a bad girl when you instigate him but then rewards you for taking the punishment so well.

♡ he calls you his pretty little desert flower, his perfect little angel, and melts whenever you’re wrapped up in each other’s arms.

♡ he teaches you his card games and lets you win the first few rounds, but just as you think you’ve got the hang of it or the upper hand on him suddenly he’s upped the stakes to “loser has to [insert sexual favor for the winner here]” and completely destroys you faster than you can even figure out what hit you.

♡ being the general mahamatra keeps cyno busy and often away from home, so whenever he is able to spend time with you he makes sure to treat you to nice dates and dinners and, let’s be honest, probably fucks you at least once a day as long as you’re feeling up for it.

♡ sometimes when he comes home and you can tell he’s tired from a long day of work you’ll let him lay out on the couch, head in your lap as you comb your fingers through the knots in his hair. he wants to hear you talk about your day, lulled by the sound of your voice until sometimes he dozes off. you don’t mind though, you’ll let him stay there for a while, sometimes shifting to curl up close beside him and join him in his nap if he’s really tired.

♡ cyno usually prefers to top you, but sometimes he likes it when you ride him, his back pressed into the sheets and holding back a moan as you grind your hips down onto him just right, feeling himself nestle deeper inside of you as you let out another one of those delectable mewls.

♡ before coming he’ll probably change positions with you though, helping you finish first when you get too tired, always taking good care of you afterwards.

♡ sometimes he can be rough, and at first he was worried it would be too much for you— all the biting and scratching and how fast and hard he’d pound into you by the end of it— but once he found out you were ok with things being a little rough sometimes, liked to bite and scratch him in return, that turned him on even more. sometimes the both of you end up absolutely covered in the imprint of each other’s teeth and the red scratch tracks of each other’s nails.

♡ (tighnari teases him every time he catches cyno covered in your claw marks and bites, and cyno feels himself getting hot from the neck up when he realizes he didn’t hide them well enough, but at the end of the day he doesn’t care what anyone says, he likes being marked by you same as you like being marked by him.)

♡ he’s possessive in a very protective way of you. he likes to call you “mine” and you’re quick to affirm “yours, all yours”. he’ll mutter it through a low growl with his lips pressed against your head or your neck or your cunt, getting harder every time you agree that you’re his.

♡ you’re probably the only one who can really make him laugh. you can get him laughing so hard he’s nearly crying, and that’s just one of the many things he loves so much about you.

♡ at the end of the day, you two love each other, would do anything for each other, and miss each other whenever you’re not together. but you also think maybe it’s not so bad that he has to go away sometimes because that lets you miss him, lets you crave him, just as he misses and craves you.

♡ so yeah, soft dom cyno.

[fayes-fics]

anthony bridgerton + modern + daddy / breeding kink 🥹

Kinktober: Anthony + Daddy Kink

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

Paring: Anthony Bridgeton x fem!reader, modern AU

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors DNI, dom/sub (DDLG) play, DaddyDom!Anthony, spanking, brat taming, praise kink, breeding kink, vaginal sex, creampie.

Author’s note: hi nonny 🫶 well err, this one is utter filth. As requested, it's got daddy kink and breeding kink but also some praise kink, and a touch of brat taming and spanking too. Enjoy! 😁🧡

“Alright, baby, alright,” Anthony soothes as you hear him roughly tugging open his trousers behind you. It makes you clench and push your hips higher in supplication, craving to be fucked. 

“What did you learn today?” he checks, rubbing the weeping tip of his cock teasingly over your slit, giving your bum one last stinging slap that makes you groan.

“Th.. that if I am being a naughty little brat when daddy tells me not to, that I will get spanked so hard, I can’t sit down…” you stumble.

“Unless…?” He prompts, brushing over your clit in a maddening tease, making it so much more challenging to be able to speak.

You take a breath, then rush it out. “Unless it’s sitting on my daddy's cock,” you finish, fingers curling into the sofa cushion beneath you, eager for your answer to be enough to be absolved. For him to take pity and fuck your aching cunt right away.

“That’s right. Don’t you dare forget it or defy me when I tell you not to,” Anthony reminds, but his tone is affectionate, bordering on bemused, knowing you will repeatedly break his rules.

“Yes, daddy,” you mumble submissively.

“Time for your treat for being a good little girl for me,” he swaggers, so very proud of how mindless he can make you when you play like this.

He lines up and plunges into you, hands wrapping roughly around your hipbones and thrusting so deep that your tender bottom bumps vigorously into his solid abdomen. You call out loudly, eyes rolling back, grabbing the arm of the loveseat in a death grip as he starts to move, filling you and fucking into you with no mercy.

“Whose my good little girl?” he commands, seizing your ponytail and wrenching your head upright.

“I am,” you respond over your slightly laboured breathing. His stance is high; legs bracket yours, your spine arched downwards.

“Who takes their daddy's cock so well, hmmm? My beautiful little one that is who,” he lauds, knuckles brushing you affectionately as he answers for you, always effusive with his praise after disciplining you. “You look so pretty with my hand prints all over your bottom, don't you?”

“Yes. Pretty just for you,” you echo, lips already feeling dry from pronounced panting, a little whimper escaping your parted lips every time he surges into you, and your knees lifting off the soft fabric a fraction.

“That's right. Will you be a good little girl and take my seed today?” he checks, pounding with such force the sofa squeaks under you.

“Yes, daddy,” you confirm between your almost constant mewling, bottom cheeks and your clit throbbing in tandem, yearning for release. 

“What are you going to do?” he cues, a bead of sweat dripping from his wavy hair onto your skin, rolling down the rake of your spine.

“I'm going to stay nice and still and let my daddy breed me,” you answer dutifully, slumping your head to rest on the cushions to take his punishing pace.

“That's right, my precious little one. You are going to take it all, aren't you?”

Your responding confirmation muffled into a throw pillow. Its slightly rough texture is pleasing to bite down on, a rasp against your teeth that echoes in your skull—something to focus on as you moan lewdly into the fabric. You won't last minutes at this brutal pace. It feels like he already has you skating the knife edge, just needing a little nudge to tip over into oblivion.

“Is my good little girl aching to come?” a rich chuckle in his tone, knowing it makes you beg so desperately whenever he asks.

“Yes, please, please, please,” you beseech, twisting a little to look back at him, fluttering your eyelashes as best you can. “Please touch me, daddy,” you whine.

“Do it yourself, baby girl,” he orders gruffly and with the permission granted, you slide your fingers into your slit, utterly drenched and swollen, taking only moments before you are legitimately screaming, your cunt convulsing so powerfully you pull him over the edge too, perhaps unexpectedly, with the sheer rippling constriction. He curses and stills, fingernails leaving crescent marks on the crest of your hips, curling over you.

“Stay still, baby girl,” he counsels huskily over wracked breaths, a hand sliding up into your hair, holding you in place as he groans resonantly. 

You can feel him emptying inside you, your body milking him, you moaning at the onslaught. 

“Take it all in; stay still,” he hushes as you obediently tilt your bottom higher, gravity working for you. “Such a good girl,” he shudders, giving your bottom one final soft spank.

No taglist as these drabbles are short

[falseficatored-blog]

Vamp Scaramouche

Warnings(?) : Mature, scara hottie.

You were already in his arms when you woke up, sitting on a table. "Good evening young lady" the man in front you said with a smirk, he wore a carefully tailored suit yet the position you two were in suggested he wasn't as respectable as he looked, standing in between your legs in a spread. At once you tried to close your legs given the uncomfortable position you were in right now. "Shhh, treat this like a dream, a place to fulfill your and my wildest dreams" you tilted your head at his words as he placed a finger in front of your mouth signalling you to keep silent.

"Now...place your hands on me, anywhere really" You place a hand on each of his shoulders.

"Dearie don't resist too much or it'll be more painful for you" he whispered by your ear, tucking in a strand of your hair beside it. His hand swept through your neck and patted it before he licked and kissed it. The sounds his mouth made against your neck was loud as if on purpose. His hand that rested on your right arm slowly came into contact with your knee as he slowly moved it on top of your thigh. Then he bit you, mewling and arching your back at his bite, feeling his other hand support your arch by your spine. He stroked your spine and you were far too sensitive as you gasped at the feeling of his hands moving against your spine.

You now slightly felt him sucking your blood through his teeth and it didn't hurt... It actually felt good...Tempting even. "Your blood already tastes amazing" he hissed his hand teasingly gliding to the inner of your thigh "Though a maiden is always the most delicious when consumed by lust" His fingers continuously entered and left a place you would never imagine touching yourself. Your hands clenched on his shoulder, riling him up as he felt you tighten and wrapped around his fingers, your beautiful voice reaching his ears. He first bit off your top before his fingers thrust into you at a faster pace, gobbling up your breast in his mouth savagely. Before you knew it the hand that supported your back was now gone as he slowly laid you on the table to lie on it, your legs laid out-stretched at the pleasure you had.

The sound of a zipper and belt opening could slightly be heard as his fingers left your wet hole leaving you space to breath for a while but that didn't last long either as you felt something else fill you up instead of the expected fingers, something bigger, wider and longer. Jolting up in the sudden impact your mouth opened leaving leeway for him to insert the fingers that were once inside you to play with your mouth as he sucked your blood from your neck. "Ah~ this is definitely it~" he moaned crazily in between his sucking. His clothed upper body against your naked one as you bounced up and down together. The room mixed in with your cries and his groans of pleasure.

You didn't know how many times you've climaxed at this point or how else long left you had to live given how much blood he had sucked away from you but maybe... This wasn't such an unfortunate way to die...

If you dislike it uhhh, pls cut me some slack💀.

First ever smut posted ever yayy!!

[tired-fandom-ndn]

On the topic of top!chilchuck. My fave hc rn is that something about Laios just...brings out something entirely different in Chilchuck. A lot of his lovers were surprised initially when realizing that he tops (toxic beliefs about half-foots, typical 🙄) and he haa been for the most part a prettg measured partner in the past. Maybe even utilitarian but kind enough. But with Laios? Its the first time Chilchuck really feels the desire to bite, to mark, to make his lover desperate and messy. Something about having Laios under him, all weepy eyed and mewling just sets his teeth on edge. He can't help but push the poor boy to his limits.

YOU GET ME, ANON.

I see Chilchuck as someone who treats sex like it's a job; he's attentive and his lovers never feel neglected or dissatisfied, but he's a bit detached from it and focused more on his partner than himself. His wife fucking hated it lmao

Laios though. . . Something about Laios just brings out the nastiest bits of Chilchuck, things he's buried deep. He's mean with Laios in ways he never even thought he was capable of, but something about Laios is just BEGGING for him to be left bruised and crying, flooded with a mix of pain and pleasure. Laios is always so calm and confident, some nasty part of Chilchuck wants to be the person who shatters that confidence, the only person who can affect Laios in the same way that monsters do. He digs his teeth in hard enough to draw blood, slaps hard enough to leave the skin red everywhere possible, degrades Laios in every way imaginable and makes him beg for more.

It keeps escalating too and Laios loves every single moment of it. It's harsh and intense and brings him out of his own head in ways he can never manage to do on his own. When the bites and scratches Chilchuck leaves on him are too distracting in the dungeon, Laios gets Falin to heal them with her knowing little smile while Chilchuck frowns at them from across the camp.

Chilchuck tries to sleep with other people after he starts hooking up with Laios, between dungeon excursions, but it's. . . boring. He's always left with an itch under his skin that doesn't settle until he has Laios on his knees or underneath him. Laios is also completely oblivious to the effect he has on this man and Chilchuck would like it to stay that way, thank you very much.

[lale-txt]

❦ 𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒

Every time he lowers his eyes, a strict ‘tsk, tsk’ of yours reminds him to keep looking at you as he obediently follows your instructions, always so eager to please.

a/n: one of my fics for @op-xreader-zine ♡ i don't write Katakuri often but when i do, he gets pegged. you can see the spot art Mew drew for this on AO3 (i didn't embed it here since i'm not sure what the current rules for explicit drawings on Tumblr currently are oop but click on the link for a treat)

contains: ns.fw under the cut, Katakuri/Reader, afab!reader (no pronouns or descriptive words for reader’s genitals used), pegging, praise kink, dirty talk, fingering (reader receiving and giving), size kink, spanking

word count: 2.2k

“Mmm.” 

You let out a content sigh as you sink into the bathwater and right into your boyfriend's arms. Instantly, he wraps them around you and pulls your body closer to his. There’s been this heat between the two of you ever since Katakuri suggested staying in tonight and having a bath together instead of going out. He’s never been one to enjoy the company of many people anyway, preferring to spend his shared solitude with you instead.

One hand of his is big enough to wrap around your torso fully, holding you in a tight but not painful grip. Even if you tried, you could never wiggle out of it. Not that you wanted to—you loved when he held you like that. The sheer size of him made you feel safe and sparked a fire within your core.

Tonight isn’t any different.

“Sweet little thing… you’re squirming.”

Katakuri’s voice is low in your ear, his hot breath fanning over your skin and making you tremble slightly. It doesn't go unnoticed by him with the way you arch your back and rub your thighs together, desperate for some kind of friction. How your heartbeat speeds up a little when he presses his fingertips deeper into your soft flesh. Your habit of biting your bottom lip when you want to hold back your needy mewls. For him your body speaks a language of its own and Katakuri understands every syllable of it.

He rests his chin on top of your shoulder after dragging messy kisses along the side of your neck while his free hand spreads your legs under water with ease, hooking them over his knees to keep them wide open for him.

“So good for me,” he whispers and trails a finger along your slit, almost making you jump in his embrace if it wasn’t for his firm grip holding you in place. His touch is never rough, always gentle; he's well aware of his size and never wants to hurt you. But oh, could he lose himself in the way you whine and moan when he pushes one finger inside your hot core, followed quickly by a second. And when you beg for a third as your walls already twitch around him, Katakuri can’t help but grant your wish, stuffing you until your head falls back on his shoulder and you let out the sweetest sounds of pleasure.

It doesn’t take long for you to cum around his fingers, your walls fluttering them as if they never want to let him go. Katakuri keeps on pressing kisses to your jaw and the side of your neck before he removes his fingers carefully, holding you against his body as you come down from your high. You feel his gaze lingering on you, and you tilt your head up to meet his warm, crimson eyes. Every tiny wrinkle around them you know by heart, having lovingly traced them countless times with your fingertips.

Katakuri reaches for your hand and brings it to his lips, placing another soft kiss on the back of it. You hum gently and turn around in the tub so you could face him directly without cranking your neck—and maybe also because you want to take in the sight of his throbbing cock that has been pressing against your back the whole time.

“How can I make you feel good tonight?” you ask, your voice dripping with hunger as your fingertips run up the inside of his thigh, making them tremble a little. You love how sensitive he is, the slightest touch enough to turn him on. Your eyes rest on him, waiting for him to reply.

There are a few seconds of silence between the two of you–not the uncomfortable kind, the good kind–before Katakuri speaks again, his voice low and making your heart skip a beat.

“There’s something I’ve never tried before… if you’re up for it.”

It's a sight to behold.

Katakuri, leaning against the headboard of the bed, his breath hot and heavy as he keeps fisting his throbbing cock under your stern gaze. Every time he lowers his eyes, a strict ‘tsk, tsk’ of yours reminds him to keep looking at you as he obediently follows your instructions, always so eager to please.

“Spread your legs for me,” you demand as you sit opposite of him at the other end of the bed, lazily stroking the strap-on around your hips, all lubed up already. You smirk when your man does as you tell him and bends his knees further, pushing his legs apart to grant you a better view of just how deeply he desires you.

Two fingers are pushing deeply past his puckered hole, and they glide in and out of it slowly.

“Good boy,” you say in a low voice, eyes wandering from his flustered expression to his throbbing cock, a few drops of precum leaking from it as he continues stroking himself for you, his rhythm getting slightly faster whenever you praise him in a sultry voice.

“Gorgeous… Does it feel good, touching yourself like that?” you ask as you watch him add a third finger, stretching his hole further for you. Katakuri nods, his breath a bit ragged by now and a thin sheen of sweat covering his massive chest. “You wish it was my cock, filling you up…?”

He nods again and you can tell that he is close from the way his fingers clench tighter around his cock, how his thumb circles the tip of it, and how his hips jerk forward slightly as he silently begs you with his eyes to cum. You muster him up and down as his whole body shivers slightly, then you smile and grant him his wish.

“Cum for me… let me hear how good it feels…” you whisper, though your voice leaves no room for disobedience. Usually never one to be overly vocal, Katakuri cums with a whimper, fingers still gliding in and out of his stretched hole as his load lands on his stomach, leaving a sticky trail all the way down his abs to this still throbbing cock.

You don’t leave him any time to breathe.

“On all fours,” you command. “Bend over and spread your cheeks for me, can you do that?”

Seeing Katakuri this obedient, this aroused, it stirs something inside of you. When he told you earlier about his curiosity about pegging, having never tried it before, you were curious too, trying to imagine what he’d look like when he was at your mercy.

It is a sight forever burned into your memory.

His whole body is trembling, face pressed into the pillows and a blissful and fucked out expression, all the while his fingers slide in and out of his stretched hole for your eyes only… it makes you fall all over for him, the trust between the two of you only growing. You lean over him and trail kisses down his spine, mumbling words of adoration against his hot skin, making him whine quietly.

“So good for me,” you coo as your hands cup his ass cheeks, spreading them wider for a better view which has Katakuri moaning, muffled by the pillows. “Shh. Hold still–”

The sound of the bottle of lube clicking open is followed by soft pants from Katakuri when you pour the cold gel where his fingers were moments before, now replaced by two of yours, rubbing slow circles around his twitching hole. You watch your digits disappear inside of it, his ring of muscles clenching around them as you push them in and out slowly, eliciting the sweetest sounds eliciting the sweetest sounds Katakuri's throat has to offer.

“One more,” he mumbles in the pillows, his knuckles turning white when he grips the bed sheets as you add another finger, taking your time to make sure he’ll be able to take your strap with ease. With your free hand you land a sharp slap on his ass cheek, quickly followed by one on the other. His moans are getting deeper now, more needy, which makes your whole body tingle in return.

“Think you can take me…?” you ask, your own heart also beating faster at the sight beneath you. When Katakuri nods, you can’t help but smile and curl your fingers slightly against the sensitive spot inside of him, having him on the edge the whole time before you leave him empty and whining, though if only for just a few moments.

You add a generous amount of lube as you stroke the strap in your fist again, then line yourself up against him with the tip of your fake cock rubbing between his spread cheeks teasingly.

“We can stop anytime, okay?” you whisper, waiting for Katakuri to give you a sign to show that he was good to continue, before you nudge your strap against his entrance. All your gentle preparations from earlier is paid off when you see how easily he swallows you as you push in slowly.

“Sucking me in so greedily.” You smirk as you grab him by his hips, gently guiding him deeper down on your strap. “Feels good…?”

Katakuri breathes heavily as he almost loses himself in this new sensation. All words are lost with every inch you push in deeper, having him mewl and growl under your constant praise as you stretch him so deliciously. He looks so unfairly pretty like this. Part of you wants to ruin him, wants to hear him beg and cry as you fuck him into the mattress, until his eyes roll to the back of his head; another part wants to take this so painfully slow that he just cums untouched, cums without a single finger of yours wrapping around his cock to help him get off, cums from your lazy thrusts that hit his sweet spot inside so well.

Then you’re all the way inside, your hips grinding against him, your fingertips leaving faint red marks where you hold him in place as Katakuri’s whole body trembles. His heavy pants bounce off the walls of your bedroom and send warm shivers throughout your whole body. You’ve never seen him like this and you can’t get enough of the sweet sounds you’re eliciting from him.

You lean forward, a hand of yours finding his hair and gently tugging on it as you kiss down from the side of his neck to his shoulder blades, mumbling soft words of praise and affection against his sweaty skin. From the way Katakuri arches his back for you, rocking his hips back and forth slightly, you can tell that he wants more and you can’t help but laugh softly.

Still bottomed out all the way inside, you kiss his broad back a few more times before your hands wander to his sides, then all the way around his stomach until they find his throbbing and neglected cock. Your fingers of one hand wrap around it, the other around his balls; both are heavy and pulsating in your tight grip, begging for sweet release.

“You poor thing,” you coo. “Have you been holding back? Does my cock make you feel this good? Look at you, so pretty for me…”

Katakuri mewls when you give his cock a few lazy strokes, too light to get him off, yet the feeling of being so full of you is so intense it almost has him seeing stars. By now he is drooling and whimpering, the feeling of pleasure almost too much to handle, his curiosity more than satisfied.

“Will you be good and cum for me?” you whisper as you slowly start thrusting again, almost mesmerized by the way his hole stretches around your strap on. If you could, you’d watch this for hours. Your fingers wrap his cock harder, feeling it twitch underneath your touch when you rub your thumb over the pink tip.

Katakuri is a mess by now, his moans caught in his throat as he begs you to go faster, sweet pleads to let him cum. And you do—

One last thrust is all it takes to push him over the edge. You feel his whole body shake beneath you when he cums, making a mess of the sheets and everything else. His load trickles from your fingers down to your wrist as you keep milking him, lazy strokes that have him whimpering from overstimulation until you finally release him from your grip. You pull out your cock slowly, watching how his hole clenches around nothing before he slumps down on the sheets, followed by you right next to him.

He has his eyes closed in pure bliss when you brush a few strands of his crimson hair out of his face before leaning down to kiss him gently. For the moment no words are needed between the two of you, the air still radiant with the trust and love the two of you hold for each other. One arm of his comes to wrap around your waist and pulls you closer to him, so close you can feel his heart beat erratically in his chest, every drum an echo of your name.

[lipglossanon]

Total Control

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Stepbro!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

Special shout-out to @gumiegumie 💜

Warnings: 18+ so minors DNI, pet play, leash and collar, bratty Leon, stepcest, stepbro!Leon, dirty talk, spit kink, unprotected sex, breeding kink

not proofread ✍️ this idea wouldn’t stop circling my brain so I had to get it out 😩 just a silly little standalone

Title from Total control by Djo

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“C’mon just try it on! You know it’ll be funny!”

Rolling his eyes but silently agreeing, Leon lets you snap the collar closed and attach the leash to the front metal ring. 

“There.”

You’re both looking in your vanity mirror, Leon seated on the chair with you standing behind his shoulder. 

You bite your lip at the image of your step brother, in your bedroom, wearing a leash and collar. 

He grins at you, smug written all over his handsome features, “What do you think?”

“It’s hot,” you blurt out feeling embarrassed immediately afterwards.

“Yeah?” his voice has that low raspy quality that makes your thighs clench. 

He turns toward you and tugs you down into his lap, thighs straddling his. He hands the leash over to you. 

“You like it, don’t you Princess?”

“Yes,” you whisper feeling hot, “you look good.”

“Mmm,” he hums, “well what’re you gonna do?” 

“Leon—“

“Is that my name?” He smirks, hair falling into his eyes. 

“Y-yeah,” you bite your lip.

“What else, little owner?”

You moan, hips grinding down on the bulge you can feel underneath you. 

“You want me be a good puppy for you?”

“Yes,” you whimper. 

“I can be with the right incentive,” he smirks, bucking his hips up. 

“What kind of incentive?” you tug on the leash lightly. 

He noses at your hairline and kisses the shell of your ear, “Mmm fucking wet little pussies is a good one.”

Gasping, you yank the leash back to pull him away from you. Leon goes with the motion, gaze hot and heavy. 

“O-only good puppies get a treat,” your hips rock down onto his, “you have to promise to be good.”

He grins at you, hands gripping your thighs tight enough to bruise.

“I’ll try to be good,” he moves his hand down to run across the seam of your flimsy sleep shorts, thumb grazing your clit. 

You whine, back arching forward and pressing your chest against his. 

“You’re touching without permission, b-bad puppy,” you whimper as his thumb continues to circle the bundle of nerves, making slick pool in your panties. 

“Oh,” he coos mockingly, “m so sorry, I guess I haven’t been house trained.”

A gasping mewl leaves your mouth as he slips his fingers under the fabric of your shorts and panties; he presses the tips of his middle and ring finger into your leaky hole to glide them through your folds and tease at your clit. 

“Leon! N-no, bad puppy,” you moan, tugging the leash until he actually stops.

You feel his cock kick and throb in his loose sweats. He slips his fingers out of your shorts and sucks them into his mouth; you watch as his pupils swallow the blue until his eyes are dark and hungry. 

“So sweet, little owner,” he groans, “want a taste?”

You shakily nod yes and he grins. 

“You gotta give me some slack here, baby,“ he gestures to the collar. 

You smile bashfully while loosening your hold on the leash. In a split second, Leon crashes your mouths together, tongue slipping past your lips. You moan at the taste of your slick on his lips and tug the leash to pull him closer to you. 

“So fucking sweet,” he murmurs between kisses, “always taste so fucking good.”

He starts to messily lick into your mouth, spit dripping down your chins. He runs his tongue across your bottom lip and up your cheek. He repeats the action to the other side. Leon dips down to lick slow, hot trails of spit up your neck until you squirm in his lap, feeling wet and hot—pussy clenching down on nothing. 

“Am I being good? Giving my sweet little owner messy kisses?” He chuckles, mouth pressed against your throat so you feel the vibration. 

He goes back to running his tongue over every inch of your skin. He licks into your mouth again, getting drool all over your lips and tongue. You’re openly whining now, pussy wet and wanting, hips rocking down onto his hard dick. 

“Leon,” you mewl into his mouth, sucking on his tongue. 

He growls low in his chest, the baritone making you squeeze your thighs around his waist. He wraps one arm around your waist and the other cups your ass as he stands up from the chair. He splays you out in your unmade bed, hovering over you with greedy eyes. 

“Think I deserve a little treat, Princess.”

You shake your head no, “You’ve been misbehaving, Leon.”

His eyes harden, lips thinning, “Oh I have? Well that just won’t do.”

He scoops under your waist and flips you over, hiking your hips up so your ass is in the air and upper body pressed down in the bed. 

“Leon!” 

You realize you’re still holding the leash so you try to tug on it while rolling back over, but he cages you in, his broad chest pressing down on your back while his forearms cage your head. 

He grinds his dick into the swell of your ass. 

“Mmm no, I don’t think so little owner. See, I’m going to mount you and fuck this needy cunt and you’re gonna like it.”

You moan, hips pushing back against his slow grind. He quickly yanks down your shorts and panties, moaning when he sees the clear strings of slick dripping from your cunt. He leaves your clothes tugged down to just below your thighs, keeping your legs trapped in the fabric. Shifting, you realize you can’t move your legs making your clit throb.  

“Bad, Leon,” you gasp out, hands twisting in the sheets. 

He shoves the band of his sweats and boxers down and using one hand, smacks the fat tip of his cock against your drippy cunt. You both moan when he ruts against your slick pussy lips and bumps your swollen clit. 

“So fucking wet,” he hisses, guiding his cock into your needy hole. 

He eases in slowly, letting you get used to the stretch of his thick cock. You try to move, to thrash your hips but he grips them in his big hands to hold you still as he fills you up. 

You weakly tug on his leash moaning, “Bad puppy, you’re being so bad right now.”

“Yeah I am,” he simpers in your ear, running his tongue across the shell, “such a bad puppy. But I just can’t help myself, need to breed my pretty little owner.”

You’re drooling into the sheets, cunt squeezing so tightly around Leon’s fat cock.

“Bad, Leon,” you gasp out when his fingers slip under your body to rub and tease across your sensitive clit

“So bad,” his smoky voice murmurs in your ear, “I am being so bad, but what’re you gonna do, baby?”

You try to tug on the leash, but he just growls and fucks into you harder—deeper.

He laughs mockingly, “Gonna have to do better than that. C’mon show me who’s boss, little owner.”

He’s so thick inside you and at this angle, you can feel how stretched open your cunt is around his cock. He bottoms out with every thrust, his fat tip kissing your cervix, making you squeal and bury your face in the sheets.

“That’s what I thought,” his voice is all low and heated, “gonna let this bad puppy breed your little cunt, right? Mmm, nothing but my little breeding bitch, huh.”

Leon grinds his dick deeper into your pussy, making you grip the sheets with a high pitched cry. You smother your pants and gasping whimpers into the bed, titling your hips up even higher as Leon fucks down into your slick heat. You shakily raise up on your elbows, your chest brushing against the mussed sheets— a low groan leaves your kiss bitten lips when your hardened nipples brush against the cool fabric. 

“God, love this pussy, baby,” he mouths at your shoulder blade, spit trailing down your skin. 

He pinches your clit roughly making your pussy clamp down on him, slick gushing around his pistoning cock as you cum so hard your toes curl. He presses your face further into the bed to muffle your moans. The action makes your clit pulse as your pussy walls continue to flutter and milk his cock.

“Fuck me,” he laughs, “that’s right, fucking cum on my cock, princess.”

Your tongue feels too heavy for your mouth, so you only whimper when his hips snap into your squelching cunt harder and harder. With a low groan, he buries his cock deep in your hole and fills you with his hot, sticky cum.

He uses the hand pressing your head down to wind in your hair and tug you up. He leans forward as he pulls you back until you’re nearly looking at him upside.

He gives you a sloppy kiss, tongue lazily licking into your panting mouth.

“Maybe I wouldn’t mind doing this again sometime, princess.”