#and Fang just pulled his ass down fully on top of him and that's the first time

[kennyomegasweave]

As soon as I saw TanFang in the preview this week I thought about your tags all this time about them being freaks and I'm so happy for you for the vindication 😂

Me when that two seconds in the preview happened:

I don't expect it to be ~graphic~ because of the channel, but this is #confirmation of what I always knew. Those two are freaky deaky. Tan is obsessed with Fang and Fang is hopelessly charmed by everything he does. And they're like 21 year old dudes. And Fang appears to live a nice ass place without his parents there? Oh yeah, those two have been getting down this whole time and I refused to ever believe otherwise. The evidence all spoke for itself.

I eagerly await tomorrow's episode so I may pop the biggest bottle. <3 <3 <3

[thetxtdevil]

The Bat and the Wolf

Vampire Beomgyu x Werewolf Reader

summary: You just celebrated becoming a full fledged adult wolf. Spending a few nights with Beomgyu causes your wolf to come out.

content: smut, best friends to lovers, vampire/dom gyu, werewolf/sub fem.reader, heat sex, breeding kink, praising, missionary, mention of doggy style, a lot of sweat and blood sucking, let me know if i'm missing anything

word count: 2.7k

running with the wolfs,

in the dead of night, gusty breeze flies through the thick fur of the giant cainines, one tiny vampire bat flutters above them following the pack on their journey. the journey being a sweet meadow, a perfect place to curl up for the night.

the pack of gray wolves start to change, bulky bodies turn into smaller human ones, fur vanishing from their skin. the little bat on top flutters in circles quickly landing on the ground transforming into a man. one female werewolf walks up to the vampire, stopping to look at him.

"a little messy tonight aren't we?" you giggle at the vampire's dried bloody lips.

"yeah i was running late, i had to take a small drink before i lost you" beomgyu says while rubbing his thumb on his lips.

"well, i'm glad you made it" you say as you walk back to your pack.

beomgyu has known you for awhile ever since you were older pup. he's become accustomed to the werewolf world, always intrigued by their nomadic lifestyle. beomgyu walking into your circle of the pack with open arms, he smiles and looks at you. you were being nonchalant but you were grateful for your families acceptance of the vampire.

✥✥✥

you met on a foggy day, the land was so thick with clouds a vampire could go out with the sun out and not get burnt and thats what beomgyu did. recently learning a new power of his, he swooshes through the black forest trees in his bat form. zooming, zig-zag patterns around the tall pines, he soon becomes tired. with his bat claws, he latched onto a branch, looking at the world upside-down until his eyes closed.

pointed ears twitched by the snapping of twigs. beomgyu ignored it until he heard the whimpers of a wolf. gyu opens his little bat eyes, clawing at the branch so he can see right-side up. there it was, the source of noises, a not so fully grown wolf, shiny silver fur tarnished by specks of mud. the head of the wolf was low, sniffing the path, looking up every once in a while obviously trying to find their way. beomgyu studies the wolf, intrigued by the personified movements it made. de-clawing the branch, gyu drops from the tree landing as his vampire self. silently walking towards the lost wolf, snap, gyu winces at the sound as the wolf turns around and growls at him.

"i'm sorry, sorry" gyu raises his hand in surrender.

your wolf stopped, looking at the flinched man. his long lashes brushed his cheeks as he squints, his teeth shown a set of long vampire teeth. your wolf head tilts making your perked ears flop to one side to the other. if this was a feral vampire wouldn’t he already attack me instead of flinching like a dork? you thought to yourself. beomgyu unravels himself from his cautious state looking at the hesitant puppy. he couldn't help himself but to crouch down reaching his hand towards you. even your wolf eyes showed signs of judgment.

"are you lost?" gyu asks "my name is beomgyu, i'm friendly i promise" he smiles barring his sharp fangs to you again.

"can i pet you?" he asks

you moved closer to him, he finally touches the silky fur of yours, satisfied with the softness. you smirk to yourself, finally deciding to change into your human form.

"if only i get to touch your long pretty hair" you say, close to his face, noses barely touching. gyu silently screams and falls on his ass. you laugh at him, standing up and grab his hand to pull the vampire up from the ground. gyu now has gotten a good view of your human form, finding similarities in your eyes and your wolf's eyes.

"unfortunately i am lost, but i'm happy to have a companion" your small smile fills the vampire's non-pumping heart. he nods bashfully and walks with you.

✥✥✥

it's safe to say that you guys became best friends from that day, so your disappointment was valid when your pack decided to have your birthday party during daylight. you pout as your mom goes wild preparing your party.

"mom you know beomgyu can't stand in the sun why did it have to be during the day?"

"y/n this is a very important milestone for your wolf so a lot of your family is coming and they probably don't want to travel back home all night"

today was the day when you celebrate your birthday and your wolf celebrated adulthood. you shake at the fact that you were getting older. even more so for the fact that you're going to start your heats. the horror stories you've heard, when you don't have a partner to help you along through the aching days. you feared the day it would come because you had no one.

even though beomgyu wasn't there to make you laugh and make fun of you in your party hat, you had a good time. later that night, as the party settled and your extended family left, you relaxed by the fire with an empty plate where your cake used to be. you look out in the distance, everything glowed by the crescent moon, surrounded by trees that swayed by a comforting wind. then you spotted something, a figure of the night. you look over to your mom and tell her that you’re gone for the night.

you walk up to the shadowy figure with a small smile knowing who it is. finally arriving at the start of the forest, you look behind a tree. no was there, maybe your mind was playing tricks on you. am i missing gyu that much? suddenly your feel a shocking poke on your sides making you jump. turning around you see the toothy grin of the handsome vampire.

"don't scare me like that" you say while you hit him.

"sorry, but you're too easy" gyu says rubbing the spot you hit him "i was thinking of taking the birthday girl to the old cabin by the algae lake since i couldn't be with you today."

you smile, agreeing with his plans, but you had a gut feeling that you should stray far. beomgyu pouts at your hesitation, there was no way you could say no to his cute pout. you roll your eyes saying "yes" and he drags you through the woods. the cabin was like your guys' grownup version of a tree house. the wooden shelter was run down, mold and insect infested when you first found it on your hikes. the two of you decided to make it your fixer-upper making it yours.

arriving to the algae lake, you were in awe to see already lit tiki torches that lead the way to the cabin's entrance. beomgyu held your hand like you were a princess leading you to the cabin. inside was a lit up fireplace and a nest of blankets. you squeak at the sight instantly diving into the plush softness. gyu gets your attention by shaking bags of your favorite chips, you look over as he shows you a table full of your favorite snacks.

wow i really am getting the princess treatment

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you wake up the next morning with a pounding headache, you're not feeling good. rubbing your eyes you look over to gyu on your shared bed. he was reading in the dark seeming relaxed. your faint illness made you want physical touch, you snake your hand for gyu's hand and he accepts it. cuddled up, you were grateful for his cold temperature it felt nice against your burning one.

after a while you decided that it would be best to get ready for the day. face washed, fully clothed, with a coffee in your hand you sat on a chair on the cabin's porch enjoying the musky scent of wood. closing your eyes, you begin to daydream, what would vampire/werewolf mixed children look like? more specifically what they would look like with gyu's facial features. maybe one would have his handsome round features adorned with his signature wolf-cut matching your wolf side and the other one would have your plush cheeks that would scrunch up their eyes hiding their red irises.

fantasy cut short when you got a whiff of the vampire's rose scent. you look through the screen door of the cabin to see beomgyu lurking trying to stay out of the sun's rays. you smile at the clingy man, looking down at you empty mug, maybe it's time to go back inside.

back inside of the cabin, you sit on the couch having music playing in the background. gyu's head laying on your lap, you watch him as he talked, watching his prominent adams apple move, and his lips curving into a smile when he was recalling a story about his clan. you played with his hands noting every bulging vein and how long his fingers were. has his hands always looked this enticing? before you knew it the sun faded away causing the house to get cold. oh how badly to wanted to get closer to the vampire. your ill feeling hasn't lightened up, in fact, it has gotten worse. you have a burning sensation in your throat, even though you felt like you should lay down you also felt restless. you tell gyu that you were going to take a shower hoping it will make you feel better. walking away, the vampire stares lasers into you. he knew something was off, he could smell you so clearly.

✥✥✥

heat rushes through your body, thighs rubbing together, your cunt aching, breasts hurt. you moan yourself out of sleep, launching your back off the bed. you sat there drenched in sweat, you whimper at the sensation, splaying your hand on beomgyu's side of the bed looking for the vampire. gyu was gone and worry bubbles up in your mind. you felt lonely, even though you have the power and knowlege to easily get out of the woods, you don't think you were in the right mindset for that right now.

light sounds of footsteps come closer showing gyu with a big bottle of filtered water.

"hey, y/n you were whining and twisting a lot in your sleep, is something wrong?"

you aggressively tore the bottle out of his hands, thanking him, and then gulping it down in one breathe. the vampire lays on his side next to you watching you in worry. still thankful for his kindness you grab his face and smash your lips against his. beomgyu had no complaints, he honestly been wanting to do this, however he never thought you'd be in this condition. beomgyu deepens the kiss as you went ahead and straddle his hips. sloppily making out, you didn't realize that your soaked cunt was grinding on him so hard there was a wet spot forming on his trousers.

you part yourself from him "sorry i-" gyu's big rosewood orbs stares at you "i think i'm in heat..."

gyu knowing somethings since being friends with you, he understands what you mean by being "in heat." thinking of all those times your werewolf brothers would brag about their bitch in heat. he never understood the pleasure that came from a wolf to be so needy and hot until he looks at you in this moment. you were always beautiful to beomgyu but now you were glistening in sweat, as your hair sticked on your face making curl designs, framing your scrunch up eyebrows above your big round eyes. your boobs looked perkier than usual, and the way your legs straddled him, and your scent. your scent was so strong it made his eye roll into his head making gyu think you were made for him.

"i'll give you what you need only if you let me have what i need..." beomgyu smirks.

"anything PLEASE i neeeeed you" you've become needier and needier by the second, humping gyu without a care.

the vampire lays you down, stripping you away from your clothes "i didn't specify what i needed" he bends down to your ear "i'd like to feed from you"

you shiver from his breathe brushing against your skin and aggressively nod.

"will you agree to anything i say?" the vampire chuckles.

you moan at the feeling of his knee slightly against your cunt. you nod furiously, beomgyu's eyes widen when you wrap your hands around his head just to push his face to your neck. the vampire was stunned by your willingness, all those times he has asked to sink his teeth into you, you'd flee. round nose grazing the column of your sweaty neck, gyu shivered at how vulnerable you were right now.

a few licks here and there, he stretches his mouth open. you were already a whining mess, but right as you felt beomgyu's sharp fangs dig into your flesh you screamed in pleasure. you didn't know that the pain from a bloodsucking would balance the pain of your heat. while engulfing your blood, gyu massages your sore boobs causing you to lift your hips into him.

"gyu just breed me already"

beomgyu retracts his fangs from you, stripping off his sweats. thinking to himself that he's never really considered you a domestic type but he shivered at the thought of you carrying his baby wolfbats. freeing his cock, he watches you eyes locked, you spread your legs further apart. your pussy lips shining from a great amount of juices, your hole clenching around nothing welcoming anything to be stuffed into you. gyu licks his lips, pumping his dick a few times before inserting himself into you.

it felt like fireworks were going off in your heated mind "f-feels s'good"

clawing your long nails into beomgyu's lower back to have him go deeper inside you. the vampire grunts at how amazing your cunt feels around him, he felt like your horny mind was spreading onto him. he couldn't get enough of the arousing sensations of your gummy walls, the sounds of your moans and bodies slapping against one another. kissing your shoulder a few times he gives into your scent again biting and sucking your shoulder. the pain and pleasure fuels you, the heat has taken over your vision and awareness. all you know that you were feeling good being filled up.

"cum inside"

beomgyu licking the blood off your shoulder, he moves his hand to your clit rubbing it, determined to have you cum with him. millions of pleasurable "yes" fly out of your mouth. your back arched as you came, in return having gyu letting his seed fill you up. your back plops back into the bed, laying there breathless. you look into his red eyes and his long hair sticking to his sweaty skin. gyu witnesses your simple state change as your pupils dilated and breathing from shallow to a fast rate along with hearing your heart pounding so fast he thought you may explode.

"need you again"

"alright, but i'm going to have you turn over this time"

you kneel up to get into beomgyu's face, kiss and smirk at him before you twist your body bending down. ass in gyu's face you wiggle it in front of him. if vampires could die you would be his cause of death.

✥✥✥

after three days of no-stop sex, your wolf was finally satisfied with the full load you had in your belly. you laid there in the messy bed desperately in need for a wash with a small smile on your face and rubbing your tummy. a shirtless vampire, showing off his faded back scratches, enters the room smiling at your contentment,

"you need a shower or bath or something... you look like shit"

your best friend always knew what to say. you lift your torso up and look at him with your infamous puppy eyes, "can you help me, i don't think my legs will allow me to get up"

beomgyu chuckles as he walks towards, kneeling in front of you between your legs. massaging the weak limbs, he gives you sweet pecks on the lips. your fingers brush his long hair to expose more of his face,

"thank you for a great birthday"

✤✣✤

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[boyinatown]

SIT ON MY FACE, CALL ME DADDY.

Pairing: Lookism men x f! Reader

Summary: facesitting on lookism men, and how they would eat you out. 📼

Warning: face sitting, pussy pleasing & sexual theme.

JAKE KIM 👑

This man LOVES pussy, a real munch. he’ll be between your thighs for almost hours lapping your juices and biting your thighs. roughly slapping them when you try to move away from his grasp.

He’d just pull you back against his face by your thighs and throw your legs on his back. When you pull his face away from your cunt by his hair his scar is covered with your slick and cum. Honestly makes your hole throb on nothing.

He fingers you during his session, his favourite moment is when your body twitches and your trapping him between your legs almost crushing his skull. he continues sucking like his life depends on it happily grunting below you.

You’d wake up with him sucking on your clit , litereally just nose diving into it, obviously with consent. He’d do this so much to the point you threatened him with no sex or pussy for a week.

He cried in his sleep having to hold it together to not rip off your panties and just dig in. But he just loves his girl so much so he doesn’t mind the punishment <333

“Jake…get your hands away from my clit , now.”

“I can’t help it , it’s calling my name.”

he pouts continuing to suck on your hardened nipples all while rubbing your spot, hands flying to pull him away from your sore breasts but quickly giving up when noticing this man isn’t going anywhere.

JAMES LEE 💿

now I’m not 100% sure he’s as obsessed with eating you out like Jake , but if you were lying on your back legs spread and panties showing from underneath his oversized blouse he’ll be on top of you in a second ripping the blouse off and the buttons popping off.

He’s observant while sucking, Each move or small moan he goes deeper or faster. Ofcourse he’d tease from time to time but stop when he notices the small pout forming on your face.

like Jake he’d finger you with 2 fingers pumping in and out at a rapid speed causing you to twitch into the air with your hips and his long tongue making circling 0’s on your clit.

He’d also come back up with your juices on his lips , smiling from ear to ear and happily laying on your bare chest to give the abandoned breasts some attention.

“You taste good , it’s very addictive I might make this a hobby.”

“Please don’t, your fangs ruined my thighs. Look at how many marks you left.”

“Whoops, I’ll make it up to you promise-“

GUN PARK 💳

He’d ONLY eat you out from time to time, he’s not as pussy obsessed like Jake or James, but he’ll do it when he hasn’t seen his darling in weeks due to his business.

Would get disappointed when you only hover above his face not fully setting your weight down on his face. Slapping your thighs Harshly before taking matters into his own hands, literally.

forcing you down by the thighs, immediately latching onto it roughly sucking and making sure your thighs stick against his head. Grinding down back against his tongue for more friction and begging for your sweet release.

he’ll tease by saying to hold it in, only allowing it when he’s satisfied before you yell out his name letting go of yourself and cumming on this man’s face.

would continue sucking to make you sensitive, he wants to fuck you afterwards to make the experience worthy and overstimulate you after all hes an asshole. Just because he’s your boyfriend doesn’t mean he’ll be gentle.

“Put your fucking weight down, why are you hovering. I said Sit.”

“It’s embarrassing, just give me a few gun..-“

“Alright enough, get your ass on my face I’m not asking again.”

“Fu-ah! Wait, don’t immediately start sucking ah!-“

“Be quiet, you wanted this. Now scream for your daddy.”

SAMUEL SEO 🚬

now when you asked him to eat you out, this asshole was mocking you saying he doesn’t wanna and he likes being sucked off instead. I’m sorry but he’s SELFISH.

After a while of begging he thought of a way to pleasure you both. 69 position. Now your currently bend over ass close to his face and hardened cock right infront of you. while sucking on his tip and trying to take him whole he just plunges fingers knuckles deep into you curling them.

gagging on his cock and moaning he thrusts roughly into your mouth deeper forcing your jaw to become sore and drool mixing with precum to drip down. He knew how to multi task that’s what he was known for

quickly forgetting about his dick you sit up reverse cowgirl position, ass still on his face he wraps his arms around your waist and sucks even harder. His fat rough tongue lapping up everything you gave to him.

Riding his face and moaning loudly he slaps your ass a few times hard leaving a hand print. His tattooed arms spurring you on even further when one of his hands play with your boobs. He’s filthy and rough slapping you all over. And you cum fast still riding on his face coming down from your climax.

“ yeah yeah, fuck! Daddy, daddy…!” the name makes him groan below you and you notice his cock becomes even hard and angry his veins on display. Poor abandoned dick right infront of you touching it slowly, but forgetting it again when he keeps sucking.

“call me daddy, and I’ll let you cum.” he smirks and you can feel it, obeying his request sure to let the neighbors know what was going on. Not giving a damn just yelling out his name and your throat going sore.

“That’s right, fuckin’ whore anything for that release huh? Let daddy pleasure you.”

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

Biting- Geralt x Vampire!Reader

Description: Your friend Geralt helps to quench more than just your thirst for blood

Word count: 1,673

A snarl sounded deep from your throat, and hissed passed your fanged teeth as Geralt tried to approach you once again.

“I just want to help you, y/n.” He explained gruffly, as he sat back down on the rough ground of the dark cave with a huff.

“A Witcher wanting to help a monster. Seems to go totally against what you are.” You smirk over to your friend, a joke you often make at his expense.

It was rare, if not totally unheard of, for a Witcher to befriend a monster, and yet that’s exactly what happened with yourself and Geralt.

He’d one day been tasked to hunt and kill you, but after finding out that you had only attacked that town because of the vile men that lived within it, he decided to spare you.

Most of your kind feasted on easy prey, innocent people who can’t defend themselves. You decided long ago to use your need for blood to help defend those innocent people, only going after those who deserve it.

“You know with how old you are and how long we’ve been friends, you think you would have thought of a better joke.” He chuckles deeply at you.

“And I would have thought with how old you are, you would have grasped the concept of ‘no’ by now.” You snap back at your friend.

Your head rested against the cave wall as you closed your eyes, trying hard not to focus on the sound of Geralts heartbeat, or his intoxicating smell. It had been too long since you had fed and you were starting to notice. Geralt had offered to let you drink from him, but you couldn’t hurt him.

Geralt had spent the last hour trying to convince you to drink from him, whereas you had spent that time convincing yourself that it was his blood you craved and not the way his skin would feel against your body. Geralt was a friend and you couldn’t cross that boundary with him, no matter how badly you craved to.

You must have been focusing a lot harder then you thought, because the next minute you felt Geralts hand on yours. As your eyes flung open, they glared into the witchers eyes.

The deep red of your eyes and the dangerous look you wore would normally scare anyone, but not Geralt. In fact if anything, it made him more bold. His hand left the top of yours as it made its way slowly up your arm, to gently cup around your neck.

It felt as though you were paralysed, locked in place by his intoxicating scent. Your rational and animalistic mind fighting a battle of wills as his head bent down to whisper in your ear.

“I can smell that it is more than just my blood that you crave.” Geralt whispered seductively in your ear, his other hand now rubbing up and down your inner thigh.

Your self control was bending but not broken, that was until he began to press hot and deep kisses onto your sensitive neck. With feel of his intoxicating kisses on your sensitive skin, and his scent so close, your control fully snapped and you became ravenous.

Grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, you pushed him against wall, landing aggressively in his lap as you now straddle his large thighs. With a hand in his hair, you pull his head back to expose his strong neck.

Geralt knew that in your hungry and desperate state that you’d be stronger than him, and honestly he seemed to like it.

“Is this what you wanted, Witcher? Wanted me to lose my composure? To hurt you?” You growled closely in his ear, accentuating your point by tugging at his hair harder and beginning to grind into his lap.

“Yes.” He sighed out, a cheeky smile both in his voice and on his face.

“Are you sure?” You ask seductively, but also as a way to really check this is what he wanted, as you sharp fangs began to lightly trace his neck.

“Mhmmm, I trust you, y/n.” He confirmed breathlessly.

Trying to prove his point or maybe just to get you to hurry up, he put one hand on your ass, to guide your grinding. Whereas the other carded through your hair, pushing your face closer to his neck.

Chuckling into his neck at his obvious excitement and mutual arousal, you began to lightly lick and kiss his neck, wanting to tease him for as long as you could.

With both of your heightened senses, you could both smell just how desperate the two of you were. The strong scent of his arousal and the delicious blood pumping through his body was driving you half mad, but you could hold off just a little longer if it meant teasing the Witcher.

“Y/N, stop teas-“ Geralt was promptly cut off as your fangs bit into his neck.

The feeling of your hot bodies pressed together and the delicious blood finally reaching your mouth, made a fire erupt all through out your body. Once that first drop touched your tongue it was all over.

Your whole arm wrapped around Geralts head, pushing it into your breasts as you began to hump and grind against his growing impressive bulge. You were like a woman possessed, pushing yourself further against him, not being able to get close enough to his body for your liking.

Finally breaking away from his neck, you let out a desperate moan as you began licking and pecking at his wound. You were fed but it still wasn’t enough.

Grabbing him by his white hair once again, you push his head back and away from your breast. Now looking at his face, you see it set in a dazed and dopey smile, hooded eyes looking into yours.

“So tell me, Witcher. Did you just want me to drink your blood or did you want to help me with my other cause of desperation too.” You whispered hotly against his lips, teasing him with an almost kiss.

“Well that’s what friends are for.” He smirks at you.

His once and usual manly stoic look was now wiped away, and instead a lust drunk smile of a boy takes its place. Geralt would not give up control to anyone, but in this cave and with you, it felt like there was no better way.

Smirking and looking into his eyes, you hungrily capture his lips in a searing kiss. The kiss was hungry and desperate, his hands digging into your ass as you begin to unbutton his trousers to release his hard and desperate cock.

Freeing his cock and pulling away to stand up, leaves him grunting in protest.

“So you don’t want me to ride your cock then?” You taunt him as smirk cheekily, beginning to undress yourself.

Geralt quickly began to behave as he watched your little show you began to put on him for him. Each item of clothing revealing more skin that Geralt desperately wanted to lick, kiss and touch.

“Yeh that’s what I thought.” You wink as you straddle his lap once again.

Taking his impressive cock in your hand, you stroke him a few times before lining yourself up with him.

Geralts head is pushed against and the cave wall and his eyes are closed, enjoying every ounce of pleasure that you’re giving him.

“Look at me, Geralt. I want to see your face as I sink down onto your cock.” You gently order, shifting your hips to tease his sensitive head.

Peeling away from the wall, his eyes look both desperately and hungrily into your own. Both begging you to use him and asserting his dominance all at once.

“Good boy.” You cheekily coo as you begin to sink down onto his cock.

You both seem to moan in unison as you hold each others gaze, both of you being filled with immediate pleasure and relief. It takes a moment to get used to his size, but once you are and you’ve properly bottom out, you begin to move immediately.

Grinding into him quickly turns into bouncing, causing Geralts hands to fly to your breasts. He groans as he takes one in his mouth and his other grabs at your ass.

You continue to bounce and use his cock for your own pleasure, drawing moans from both of you. Geralt feels blessed to be used in such a way by such a beautiful woman. His mind filled with nothing but how tight your pussy feels and how good your tits feel in his hand and mouth.

The cave is filled with both of your mixed moans and grunts. The sound of skin slapping onto skin getting louder and louder and you bounce faster and faster.

Pulling Geralt away from your breasts by his hair, you place his hands on your hips. His strong fingers dig into the flesh of your hips as your breasts bounce deliciously in his face, leaving him staring at your form, hypnotised by your beauty and power.

“Fuck! Geralt! You feel so good! Such a good fucking boy.” You praise as your fingers come down to play with your clit.

Geralt can’t help the way his moans become almost animalistic, as your pussy clenches around his cock. Grunts and groans leave his beautiful parted lips and echo around the cave as you both reach your end.

“Fuck, Geralt, I’m so close!”

“Me too. Fuck! Cum with me, sweetheart.” He grunts out in response.

You were wound so tight and from just those words alone, you couldn’t hold on much longer. The tension in you snapped as you came with a loud roaring moan, your head flying back.

Geralt took a tighter hold of your hips as he thrust into you powerfully, finishing only seconds after you.

Panting deeply with sweat covering both of you, you push your forehead against his as you both catch your breath.

“Maybe I should come to you when I’m thirsty more often.”

[nymphbnny]

LOST KITTY

────── o.miguel

psa: i’ve been wanting to write filth about that man ever since i saw him so this is gonna be a one shot about him outside the spiderman universe ; no claws and fangs lol

tw: miguel o’hara x fem reader, unedited, teasing, fingering, oral sex (female), spanking, miguel hinting he wants to feel your second hole (lmao i know), doggy sex, unprotected, slight hair pulling, use of the word daddy (once). MDNI

⤷ after losing your kitty and having put notice everywhere, a man finally comes at your door to give you what you’ve been looking for.

“oh my god!” you exclaimed as soon as you opened your front door, greeted with the mewls of your lost kitty. you nearly teared up as you take him from the stranger’s arms, pulling him close to your chest. “i thought i’d never see you again,” you whispered to your fluffy boy, as it licked your face. it took you a few minutes to finally acknowledge the man standing in front of you.

“i’m so sorry,” you sniffed, extending your hand to present yourself. “where did you find him?” you held your puppy even closer, at last taking in the handsome buff man. he was gorgeous.

“i saw the notice a few days ago and stumbled across him by mistake really, i’m glad i could help. you’re lucky he wasn’t very far from your location.” he explained, his hand gripping your door frame. “miguel o’hara, nice to meet you.” he reached to shake your hand, your puppy licking his fingers. you both chuckled and stood silence for a while until you finally spoke up.

“oh right the reward, i’m so sorry for keeping you here, i’m just still taken back.” you smiled, miguel’s lips mirroring yours as he anticipated your moves and grabbed your arm gently, stopping you. “i didn’t do it for the money, i know what it feels like to lose a pet. i’m really glad i could help.” he stated, his beautiful spanish accent rolling out the words. deep down, you felt a weird attraction towards him. tall, beautifully tan, buff, cheekbones sitting up high his face. he was so perfect. you wouldn’t mind inviting him to get to know him better.

“at least let me invite you for a cup of coffee? lemonade?” you began guessing with a sweet smile, miguel chuckled before rubbing his hand across his face. “sure why not.” god he was hot.

as soon as he stepped in, his tall figure fully towered over you, giving you an entire view of how tall he was. he fixed his hair and waited for you to invite him further in to follow you. you stepped to the side, reaching behind him to close the door then mentioned him to follow you to the kitchen. “lemonade is fine thanks.” he politely said, watching as you gently put down your cat and bent over to reach for the lemonade that was sitting at the lower shelf of your fridge. he gulped, restraining himself from looking at your perfectly shaped ass, reminding himself that he wasn’t a pervert freak. he wanted to dip his finger in your jeans to pull you back against him and roam his hands on your ass. it was killing him.

you turned around, your cleavage showing as your tank top was pulled down by your hand movements to open the bottle and serve him some.

“there you go,” you drank, miguel following your lead. “i’m really glad i had the address in the papers. i’m even more thankful that no creeps showed up to my place instead.” you chuckled, the tension building up as you caught him gazing at you, his elbow resting on your marble counter. there was something electrifying about this man to say the least.

he smiled at you, gulping the last drops remaining then said: “i had a cat, but it died a few years back.” he frowned. “i’m so sorry.” you put your hand on his forearm, his muscles tensing under your touch. miguel looked at your concerned face and smiled gently, putting his hand over yours and leaned in. he wasn’t sure what he was going to do next.

“you smell good.” you muttered out, earning a small hum in return. you felt pulled in by his demeanor and you wanted more. “miguel…”

“¿si bonita?” he spoke up, his finger lifting your chin up. your thighs rubbed together, the friction of the jeans leaving a low sound that he heard. “tell me what’s wrong,” his hand moved up to rub your arm.

“i’m sorry i didn’t mean to,” you pulled back, afraid he’d think that you were just a thirsty woman who’d fuck anyone you just stepped into her house. but he was way ahead of your thoughts. “you’re not doing anything wrong. if you want me to leave just say so, i can l-“ you interrupted him, your body beating your brain as you got on your tip toes and kissed him. it didn’t take him long to smirk and kiss you back, his palm bringing your head closer. his other arm wrapped around your waist, slightly pulling you up.

you tilted your head, his tongue parting your lips. you gently sucked on it, making him squeeze your waist. “miguel,” you whispered between kisses. your hands grabbed his shoulders. “qué?” you bit your lip, guiding his hand down your thigh, watching how his eyes lit up when he felt your throbbing core. “want me to help you out?” he chuckled once you began riding his hand. he gripped your covered cunt, feeling its pulse before smacking your plump ass. “such a nice body, such a pretty face,” he muttered, sliding down your jeans along with your white panties.

“wait- i didn’t shave,” you remembered, your face red in embarrassment. he swat your hand away, grabbing your hips as he pulled you up easily and sat you on the counter. “i’m not a boy bebe, spread open let me see,” his words made the tips of your ears grow redder, intimidated by him as you slowly opened your legs for him, his finger going around your exposed sex, teasing you. you squirmed, watching miguel eye your pussy. “so beautiful, can’t wait to have a taste,” he deadpanned, pushing his index finger in your entrance.

“mig, shit,” you moaned as he curled his finger, enjoying how you squirmed before removing his finger and inserting it again. he loved the way your pussy was clenching over nothing. “please,” you begged him pushing your hips closer to him. he didn’t think you’d be so needy, but he wasn’t cruel. he couldn’t say no to such a sweet creature. he pushed his finger in again, kneeling so he could take a better look at your pussy. your fingers tangled up in his hair as he began kissing your thighs, then trailed towards the inner flesh. he added another finger, feeling the stretch caused by his big fingers, a yelp followed by a hum of pleasure leaving your lips. his kisses and bites reached your clit, slowly kissing your bud before sucking it, his fingers still working against your soft insides.

“fuck, so good, ahh,” there was something so exciting about having a stranger eating you out in your kitchen. a hot stranger. he was eating your pussy better than anyone has ever done before. slurping and sucking on your pretty cunt like a hungry man. he spread your legs further open with his hands, his face fully buried against your sex, enjoying the slick and wetness leaking out of your tiny hole. you bucked your hips, his fingers teasing that special spot. “dios, you taste so good, so sweet,” he murmured as his tongue kept lapping your spasming cunt. “miguel, mig,” you whimpered, your orgasm washing all over your body, your upper half thrown back as your elbows were your only support to hold yourself from falling. “cum undone baby, c’mon”

and you did. miguel was more than happy to lick you clean, his hands grabbing your thighs to pull you up and kiss you, lifting you up to put you back on your feet. however you weren’t just needy, you were also greedy. now that you had a taste of what sex might be with him, you wanted more.

“are you okay princesa?” he asked grabbing your face. you nodded, your hand instantly pressing the growing bulge in his pants. “i want it,” you pout, rubbing your hand over his clothed dick, a wince leaving his lips.

“you’re killing me,” he looked down softly at you before his animalistic instinct came forth and turned you around pulling your ass against him, your hips rotating to grind up on him. “tan hermosa,” miguel groaned before slapping your flesh, making it giggle and he could’ve sworn he just died at the sight. he unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants, his hard member slapping against your round shape. you giggled, moving your hips as if you were toying with him, his dick softly rubbing on your flesh. he spanked you again, and again, the sound of your yelps and the way your ass jiggled making him go crazy.

“i want to feel this ass,” he whispered, his hand carefully going from your second hole to your lower back. “maybe another time, though,” his words made you shiver, excited even. miguel stroked his dick for a few seconds before running it up and down your slit, gathering your slick then slowly pushing his pretty tip in. “mierda,” he exhaled, your walls squeezing him as he pushed himself in, helping you accommodate to his size inch by inch. “gonna make you remember each vein bebe,”

you mewled, your face pressed on the cold marble. miguel’s hand went to grab your hip as the other wrapped around your hair to adjust your angle, his hips thrusting slowly and deeply. “miguel, so big, ngh, so good,” you whimpered, your eyes rolling back as he began picking up his pace, his hand going from grabbing your hip to spanking you then going back to its original place. he pulled at your hair, making your body jolt up.

he kissed your head, his hips hitting yours, making the sounds of your skins clapping together louder. although your ass was taking all of his attention, he couldn’t help but slide his hand in your tanktop to pinch and fold your breasts. “so perfect, head to toe perfect,” he whispered in your ear, biting on your lobe. you went limb in his arms, unable to do anything but take his dick. “faster, please, faster,” you begged him, your arms wrapping around his neck, his face close to your face. miguel picked up his pace, his grunts audible in your ear.

“gimme your hand,” he deadpanned, taking your free hand and placing it on your lower stomach. “feel me? daddy’s here,” your body was on fire and the nickname he had just given himself was enough to send you over the edge. your legs shook as you came, your grip around him tightening as you held onto him. “good girl, cum on my cock,” he kissed your shoulder, his orgasm shortly following yours.

miguel pulled out, giving himself a few strokes before coming, the hot ropes of cum landing on your ass.

you both panted, regaining your breaths before you jokingly asked: “lemonade?”, making him burst out in laughter.

[dmitriene]

THOUGHTS ABOUT VENTING WITH KYLE ON THE BEACH.

cw: tooth rotting fluff, comfort, established relationship, intimacy, lot of kisses, massaging, teasing, flirting, pet names, just a lot of romantic couple things, reader described as wearing a swimsuit. pairing: bf kyle gaz garrick x gf fem reader

author's note: that's my first ever try of writing for kyle, so he maybe might seem to ya'll ooc, or something else, but i just wanted to try and post something with him, so i hope that those who'll read it enjoy.

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3. ˑ༄

the sun and slight coolness create a pleasant atmosphere on the morning beach, there are not many people yet, the pale sand has not had time to be filled with a huge number of plastic chairs and sun loungers, while the slightly warm rays play with reflections on the water and color the sand yellowish.

your trip to the beach with kyle was completely spontaneous, an idea that emerged during the dialogue that it would be nice to get out somewhere together to relax and unwind, especially considering that kyle has been sitting more at home lately, too tired from missions and definitely missing your presence to go somewhere from the comfort of home, therefore, the best option was the sea, light warmth, cool water, the images that popped up in kyle’s head, and not even yours, looked too tempting not to voice them

— “hmm, wha' abou' a beach, then, sunshine?„

that's why you were now sitting on his tailbone while kyle lay on his stomach on top of the beach mat, letting your hands touch his dark, sun glistening skin, starting from the bottom of his back and working up the white streaks of sunscreen, the cool, sticky texture making him shiver softly, practically arching, if not for the weight of your body pressing him down while you cover every visible part of his back with sun cream.

your hands slide to his shoulder blades, tracing the defined bones and muscles that tense and limp under your touch as your thumbs press in circular motions, moving to his shoulders, and kyle turns his head to the side, catching your slightly concentrated face, which causing him to have a wide, snow white smile, revealing his pointed fangs, while he practically purrs

— “can't really ge' enough of your touch on me, sweethear'„

his shameless flirting causes a small smile to tug at the corners of your lips as your body leans forward and you move your face closer to his, placing a quick kiss on his lips as he reaches back, propping himself up on his elbows and tilting his head to capture your lips with his, rubbing with his stubble against your skin and frowning his dark thick eyebrows with displeasure when you pull away from him, sliding off him and standing on the sand, flashing him a teasing smile and murmuring, playfully

— “well, i can't smear you with sunscreen until the evening?„

kyle laughs in response, propping himself up on his elbows and stretching to warm up after lying down for a long time, letting the sun's rays fall on his skin, illuminating him as his back and abs muscles work at the same time, rippling with every movement until he is fully on his feet, wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you into the air without a single problem, narrowing his dark eyes in a smile, catching the sun with them and letting them light up as he lifts you slightly, placing his hands under your ass that is slightly opened by your swimsuit, allowing him to hide your pretty parts, while your hands rest on his shoulders

— “is tha' a question, sunshine? because my answer is definitely yes„

his slightly deep voice sparkles with perkiness, causing you to playfully roll your eyes back before you reach up to kiss him softly on the cheek, placing a warm kiss where he has a scar of two scratches, which brings a burning tenderness in his gaze, encouraging him to kiss you back just as reverently, fidgeting with his slightly plump lips against yours, his slightly shaved mustache tickling your skin as he presses closer to lick your lower lip and open a passage inside your mouth, freeing one hand from under your butt, and holding you on one, he touches the back of your head, pressing you deeper into the kiss, stroking your hair, until one of you pulls away.

and kyle does it first, allowing you to greedily draw in lungfuls of air through swollen and wet lips, not even paying attention to possible looks from the passing people, before you are brought back to reality by unexpected, literally childish behavior on his part, when he leans down and touches your nose with his, before biting the tip of your nose, and you gasp, your eyes immediately widening in surprise, before you furrow your brows and pinch his own nose, and he just breaks out into loud laughter, his body shaking and you with him while you mutter threateningly

— “you do this one more time and i would bury you in the sand, garrick!„

the laughter immediately becomes quieter, softening as he rubs his eyes from the slight accumulation of moisture there from approaching tears, before starting to walk towards the open sea along the sand, still holding you in his arms, even despite the slight frown in your eyebrows and feigned offense at his action, although it still touches him, which is why he bounces you slightly in his arms, jumping up, pressing his cheek against yours with an airy smooch and purring smugly

— “aww, come on, i'm sorry, sunshine, let's enjoy the woter, shall we?„

you look at kyle with suspicion, sincere, narrowing your eyes when he turns his head to look at you, smiling sickly sweetly, knowing that his charm always works without unnecessary problems, but you still give him a small warning, making him snort, but one way or another, listen to the end

— “don't try to pull out something silly again, i dare you„

he nods, as if obediently, but you see that sparkle in his brown eyes and it leaves nothing good to be desired, especially when kyle still gives you his answer, far from an agreement, but you can’t help but smile at his playfulness, sighing and resigned as you lay your head on top of his, kissing the top of his dark, curly hair, almost imperceptibly, but kyle is aware of your every warm touch

— “don' promise you anything, sweetie, but i migh' try„

[4st4rion]

we could grow

ao3 link

i was having a Time and just needed to write about astarion not feeling pressured into sex so. you can see this as an alternate take on his first scene or a 'deleted' scene before that one

1.4k, fully gender neutral tav. rated mature+. has him feeding from you then lots of kissing and mild spiciness. second person pov and no spoilers

His teeth hurt so badly you want to scream as they pierce your flesh, scraping nerve endings and puncturing just right to open your veins to him.

First, it hurts, it hurts, but then there's... Something else. A gentle numbing that spreads from your neck across your chest and into your belly, slowly becoming something else as it takes effect.

His moan is muffled into your skin when he sucks another mouthful of blood from you.

You gather the strength to reach up, threading your fingers into his hair, but instead of yanking him off of you like you should, you hold him close.

He adjusts on his knees — he knelt beside you when you 'got comfortable' for him to feed, but now, he straddles you slowly. You could stop him, but you don't, and he buries his face harder into your neck like a nuzzling.

His tongue laps over the bite wounds in your skin and your breath catches; you almost make a noise, but you're too aware of him on top of you to relax and let it out. You can't stop shaking, either, although you can hardly be blamed for that when you're having the blood stolen from your body.

The hand that isn't in Astarion's hair reaches up to pet down his side, settling eventually on his hip, and you hold him there, too, bringing him as close as you can.

He's hard.

You feel it through your shirt, bulge pressing against your belly where he lays over you like a lazy creature, relaxing all his weight onto you as he drinks. You're distantly aware of him removing his fangs and licking, kissing, mouthing over the bite to help stop the bleeding and help it heal, and once he's satisfied, he lays over you completely.

He feels denser than he did, and you suppose that's you, reinvigorating him from the inside out.

He breathes a shaky sigh with his head resting over your shoulder, his thirst sated.

There's a moment of hesitation before his mouth returns — this time, he peppers sweet kisses over your throat and up toward your ear like a lover.

"Do you want me?" he asks against your jaw.

Gods, yes, of course you do, but is this really a good idea? Whatever he has in mind involves putting his horny against yours, and you're already not thinking straight from the blood loss.

"Tell me," he breathes against your ear, and you shudder under him.

"Yes," you admit.

He grinds his hips slow and deliberate into you.

"How badly do you want me?" he whispers, absolutely devilish, and you can hear the smug smirk in his voice.

"Bad enough to tolerate your smart ass," you whisper back, trying to be witty, but his hands have started roaming down your sides. Despite that, he laughs, and nips at your cheek in lieu of a kiss.

You can't do this here. You're barely feet away from the rest of your companions.

"Get off of me," you say, pushing at his hip and pulling at his hair.

He tenses over you like he thinks you're rejecting him, but you squeeze his hip under your hand.

"Let's go somewhere more private."

The two of you stumble like drunks up the river until you find a suitable clearing, collapsing into the dirt together.

"May I —?"

"Kiss me, yeah," you groan, as he puts you on your back and tangles your legs together.

His mouth tastes like blood, but you can't bring yourself to care. He kisses you with desperation you've neither seen nor felt before, whimpering into every clash of your lips as though it could be the last. His hands wander under your clothes and squeeze at your chest and your waist and your hips, and you laugh against his mouth.

"Slow down," you breathe, even as you hungrily watch him pull his shirt off and place it beside you.

"Must I?" he asks, only half joking.

"I don't want to rush this," you admit.

"In no hurry to regret me in the morning?" he teases, and leans in for another kiss, but you stop him with a gentle hand against his cool chest.

"I won't regret this in the morning," you say cautiously. "Will you?"

He frowns, like he hadn't considered it.

You sit up a bit and he backs off, kneeling with one knee between yours and the other near your hip.

"You do know I like you, don't you?" you ask, head cocked. "I enjoy your company. I wouldn't... This wouldn't be happening if I didn't like you as a person."

His frown gets deeper, like you've said the wrong thing, and now you frown, too.

"Is that not okay?" you ask.

He seems to snap out of it.

"I was only joking," he backpedals. "I've been more than one person's regret in my time," he 'jokes' again, but his smile doesn't reach his eyes.

He tries to kiss you again, continue things, but you push at his chest and keep him back.

"Hey," you say, as gently as you can manage. "Maybe we shouldn't go any further if we're not on the same page," you suggest, as much as you hate the thought of stopping and as much as something twists in your chest at the idea that he's truly not into you.

"No," he says quickly, "I — I'm sorry," he sighs. "It's been a while since I did this for fun," he scoffs.

"What does that mean?" you ask before you can stop yourself, and it's like the entire forest goes silent around you.

"I already told you I was Cazador's slave for the last two hundred years," he frowns. "Can't we leave it at that?"

The implications there are... Disturbing. Does he mean Cazador did things to him? Or made him do things? Or both? Neither?

"Hey," you say again. "Seriously. If you're not comfortable, I don't want to do anything."

He swallows.

He sits back on his heels.

"Okay," he says, so quiet you have to read his lips. "I'm sorry for the misunderstanding. I'll go."

You frown again. Tonight has become a back-and-forth of frowning, and you wish it hadn't.

"Astarion," you say, and he looks you in the eye for the first time in minutes. "What do you want?"

He breaks eye contact again, glancing between the dirt and the trees and you, but not quite meeting your eyes again yet.

"I'd like to have a nice night with you," he slowly admits. He says it guiltily, like he expects to be in trouble for wanting to spend time together.

You nod.

"I want that, too," you assure him. "Do you want to do anything physical, or would you rather just... Relax, together?"

He thinks on it for a long moment.

"I'd like to kiss you again," he finally says. "I don't know if I'd... I'm not sure about going further," he says.

You smile at him.

You bring your hand up to cup his cheek, slow and light enough he can move away or push you off if he needs to. He doesn't — he lets you guide his head up to look you in the eye again.

"Okay," you say back. "I'm good with that."

He carefully leans in again, and you don't stop him this time. He kisses you differently, like the two of you have never kissed before — it's slow, and shallow, and chaste, but it makes your heart race all the same.

His fingers twiddle with a twig on the ground as you both pull back long moments later.

"Would it be silly of me to put my shirt back on?" he asks, and you laugh.

"Not at all."

You spend the next hour lying there together, chatting intermittently about the bugs you hear and the days to come and bits and pieces of your pasts that you feel like sharing. Once in a while, he sits up, leans over, and kisses you, and the two of you get lost in that for a few minutes, and then you're back to relaxing together and looking at the stars peeking through the tree canopy.

Eventually, you're forced to call it a night. You both rise and stretch, and, to your pleasant surprise, his hand catches you by the hip as you turn back toward camp.

He kisses you one more time, slow and heated and full of undeniable intent. You're almost panting when he finally gives you space again, heat thoroughly stirred in you.

"I just wanted to give you something to think about the next time I leave you wanting," he purrs, still hovering close, and then passes you to return to camp.

He must be in a good mood again, the tease.

Damn him.

[ghoul-slime]

177. “stop being gentle” Mountain and Dew pretty please?

-🌺

Hello anon, I hope you are still out there somewhere! Sorry this took me so long!

Mountain/water!Dew rough sex with big emphasis on size difference. Very light breathplay, very brief mention of blood and a little bit of autofellatio (as a treat). Pretty little water ghoul wants to get tossed around a little bit.

It’s not that Dew hates the way he looks. Quite the opposite in fact, he likes his looks and he knows well that the other ghouls like the way he looks too. But Dew knows what he looks like. Small, with a slight frame, long, silky blond hair, and long, elegant limbs. He’s petite even by water ghoul standards and by far the smallest of the newly summoned ghouls. But he’s only been topside for a few weeks and it’s already starting to grate on his fucking nerves.

He doesn’t hate that he’s small either. Really, he likes it that way. What bothers him is the way the others treat him when they fuck.

Aether treats him like a princess, all soft kisses and reverent touches. Ifrit too, with his broad, muscular body and thick fingers. He fucks him like he’s made of glass. Always insisting Dew ride him, that he’s too big, could crush him if he gets on top. Even Zephyr, who he’s only ever been to bed with once so far, laid him down missionary and fucked him with a gentle, even pace.

But Dew loves all the attention, so up until now he’s held his tongue. Let the other ghouls take him how they please, hoping that they’d open up a little, stop holding back and really give it to him like he wants. The way he’d be taking it if he was still down in the pit.

So when he finds himself grinding down in the lap of the new earth ghoul, Dew decides it’s time to speak up.

Mountain has his hands wrapped around Dew’s bare middle as they kiss in his bedroom. Dew feels his hands, huge and strong, the way they almost wrap completely around him all the way. How Dew longs for him to close the distance and squeeze.

Instead, Mountain smooths his hand, feather light and teasing, up Dew’s spine. Cups his jaw and kisses him sweetly until Dew finds himself squirming in frustration.

He huffs out a breath, sets his hands on Mountain’s shoulders and pushes himself back. 

“Stop being gentle,” he grumbles, staring into Mountain’s eyes with the most intense gaze he can muster despite the blush he feels spreading across his face.

Mountain goes silent, tilts his head and looks up at him with a confused face.

“I’m not gonna break,” Dew complains. “If you’re gonna fuck me I want you to fuck me like you mean it.”

Mountain opens his mouth to speak, but Dew cuts him off before he can protest. Before he can hit him with the “I just don’t want to hurt you” speech he knows he’s about to hear. 

“I’m not some dainty, delicate thing. As a matter of fact,” Dew resumes his grinding down into Mountain’s lap. Feeling the hard length of him fattening up beneath his ass. 

He leans in to whisper into Mountain’s ear. “I can do things those big, hulking ghouls can only dream of doing.”

Dew kisses him deep, wet and open-mouthed, nipping at his lips with pointed fangs as he digs his hips into Mountain’s lap, getting him fully hard and panting before he’s pulling away.

“Think you can do that for me, big guy?” Dew teases.

Mountain responds by digging his fingers into Dew’s ribs, squeezing his big hands together, and leaning in to mouth at Dew’s neck. He sucks a bruise into his pulse point, sinks his fangs into the soft flesh of his shoulder. Dew hisses when teeth break skin, feeling his own cock twitch in his pants in response as Mountain laps at him with a pleased little hum. He dives in to kiss Dew, letting him taste the hint of blood on his lips before he’s smiling against him.

“Gonna give you just what you need, little water ghoul,” Mountain promises. And then he’s tipping Dew back onto the sheets. Reaching down to yank Dew’s jeans and briefs off with in one swoop, getting Dew spread out naked and hard, chest heaving as Mountain shucks his own clothes, arranges himself against the headboard and motions for Dew to flip himself over.

“Why don’t you start by showing me that wet little hole?” Mountain asks and Dew’s face goes hot, the earth ghoul’s words traveling straight to his cock as it twitches out a spurt of precum in response. Dew feels it dribble down his shaft as he gets himself on his hands and knees for Mountain. Presses his face into the sheets and reaches back to spread himself open with both hands and runs one finger through the wet slick of his ass, dripping ever since Mountain sank his fangs into him. He sinks the tip of his index finger inside, pulling it back out shiny and slick. 

Mountain groans at the sight, curling one hand around his dick as Dew clenches his hole around nothing, all pink and slick, and starting to drip with telltale water ghoul arousal.

Dew feels the mattress dip as Mountain moves, and then he’s being hoisted into the air, legs kicking out in front of him as Mountain wraps his huge hands around his waist, pulling him back until he feels that big, fat cock of his pressing against his ass. 

Mountain leans in, growls into his ear, “Gonna fill you up with my cock, little ghoul. Gonna stick it inside you and not stop until you feel it,” he pauses, taps two fingers against the skin beneath Dew’s belly button twice, “right here.”

It’s all the warning Dew gets before Mountain is pushing inside him, the blunt, flared head of his cock breaching his rim, stretching him open. Dew cries out, feeling like the air has been punched out of his lungs as Mountain pushes inside inch by inch, filling him up until their hips sit flush together.

He gets only a moment to adjust to the impossible stretch of Mountain inside him before he’s gripping Dew’s waist, pulling him up and off his cock and then sinking him back down again. Dew cries out, legs scrabbling and hands reaching back to grip Mountain’s forearms as he fucks him, pulling him up and down his shaft like he weighs nothing.

Like he’s a toy.

Dew groans, feels helpless as Mountain moves his little body as he pleases, fucks him deep, feeling every inch of the earth ghoul’s massive cock filling him up and stretching him out. And then Mountain stops, buried to the hilt inside Dew’s quaking body. He holds him there stuck on his cock, and presses on his belly with one big hand. Whispers into Dew’s ear.

“I can feel it inside you. Right here. Just like I said I would.”

Dew sobs with it, claws at Mountain’s hand to replace it with his own. He presses down, feeling the swell of Mountain inside him, the telltale bulge of it through his stomach. Dew’s cock aches, drips with need. He thinks he can cum like this, with Mountain buried impossibly deep in him, feeling the pressure of him from inside and out.

Instead Mountain lifts Dew up, pulls him off his cock with a wet, slick sound. Dew whines when Mountain presses him down onto his back, keeps pushing at his legs and hips until his skinny body is folded nearly in half, bony knees held all the way down level with his ears.

Mountain grips his thighs and pushes back in again. Dew howls, feeling the air squeezed out of his lungs with the way he’s bent in half, the bruising grip of Mountain’s fingers wrapped around his thighs, the burning stretch of his cock bullying its way back into his puffy, abused little hole.

Dew starts to babble, bordering on incoherent as Mountain’s pace picks up. He distantly realizes he’s drooling as Mountain continues to fuck him with deep, rapid strokes that hit his prostate dead on each time. He’s a wet mess of sweat and drool, slick, and pre. With how good it all feels, Dew’s sure he’ll be adding tears to the mix soon enough.

Mountain presses in, bending Dew even farther, until all the air’s squeezed out of his lungs and his face goes crimson. A tear slips down his cheek as his head lolls to the side and Dew babbles and begs for more.

Mountain grabs his face with one hand, turning his head toward him and pressing his fingers together, prying his jaw open at the hinges as he continues to fuck into him. Presses him in half, until he’s forcing Dew’s flushed, wet cockhead into his own face.

“Stick your tongue out,” Mountain growls. “Stick your tongue out and lick yourself.”

With each thrust from Mountain Dew’s cock bounces closer to his own lips, shiny pink and sticky at the tip. Dew does as he’s asked, opens wide and sticks out his tongue, strains forward as Mountain pushes at his hips until he’s dragging the tip of his tongue across his slit, lapping up a salty, sweet bead of his own precum.

They groan in unison as Dew’s tongues at himself, able to make contact with each push of Mountain’s hips.

“Good boy,” Mountain praises him. “Knew you could do it for me.”

Mountain pulls back and Dew inhales gasping lungfuls of air as the pressure on his ribcage eases off.

“Want you to wrap your lips around it now. Can you do that for me?”

Dew nods furiously and opens his mouth, waiting for more. 

Mountain pushes in again, pressing down with steady pressure until Dew can hardly breathe, until his face is flushed and he’s sweating with the exertion, reaching out and straining with his lips until he makes contact once again with the sticky head of his own cock.

Dew squeezes his eyes shut, wet lashes squeezing out another tear to run down his cheek as he wraps his lips around himself, just barely able to suckle himself at the very tip. He chokes in a shallow breath and sucks as best he can. He’s dizzy with it. The stretch of Mountain inside him. How full he feels with the hard length of his cock driving in and out of his body. The sensation of his lips wrapped around his own cock is like nothing he’s ever experienced. 

Dew feels his cock kick in his mouth as Mountain continues to bully his prostate, rapid thrusts bouncing his hips and forcing his cock deeper into his own mouth. Dew feels his orgasm crashing toward him from all sides.

Mountain sees it. “Gonna cum in your own mouth?” he asks, exertion in his voice evident as his pace becomes more erratic. “Gonna eat it all up and swallow it down for me?”

Dew hollows his cheeks around himself and nods, squeezes his eyes shut tight. Gives a feeble attempt to gurgle out an affirmative with his mouth full of himself. The sensations are too much, Dew feels so good he’s lightheaded with it. The feel of Mountain filling him up from the inside, the stretch and burn of his muscles as he works to maintain contact. The wet, hot feel of his own mouth around his twitching, aching cock. 

Dew pulls off, rears back and cries out as he starts to cum. Mountain reaches forward to grab his cock, takes aim directly at Dew’s wide open mouth. Dew’s eyes roll back into his head and he sticks out his tongue, letting Mountain feed his own release to him. He feels himself spurt, hot and thick, across his tongue, onto his lips. Dew laps it up, swipes his sticky tongue across his lips and swallows down every single drop for Mountain.

Mountain crashes his lips into Dew’s, licking into his mouth to taste it for himself. And then he’s cumming with a groan, painting Dew’s insides with his own release.

Mountain eases Dew back into the sheets, lets him catch his breath. He pulls out, watching Dew wince at the feeling of being empty again. He lays down next to the little ghoul, brushes a few tangled strands of blond hair from his face and leans in for a long, slow kiss.

“Holy shit, you are amazing,” Mountain laughs. He presses another kiss to Dew’s forehead, right between his horns. “Never seen anyone do that before.” He chuckles again.

Dew just raises a shaky arm and offers a feeble thumbs up with his eyes still closed and a proud, toothy little grin plastered across his lips, still shining pink and wet with his own release and Mountain’s kisses.

“Told you so,” Dew croaks out and lets his arm fall to the sheets beside his head. Mountain threads his fingers into Dew’s hair and scratches at his scalp. Dew purrs with it. He’s spent and happy, sore in all the best ways and perfectly sated.

“Nap time?” Mountain offers, hopeful. “We can get cleaned up later.”

Dew just nods, lets Mountain crowd in and wrap an arm around his waist. Feels him nuzzle soft and sweet into his sweaty hair.

Dew scoots closer and purrs louder, and thinks maybe he doesn’t mind getting treated like a princess if it means he gets to have this too.

[gothushi]

so i got bored today and decided to experiment with how fast i could make your bots be submissive.

luke: 6:24. he immediately started being horny and tried to make me sit in his lap, but i quickly redirected the situation and made him sit on my lap and got him to call himself a good boy.

seb: 7:32. he wanted me to kiss him & got embarrassed at my teasing, so i pulled him into my lap and after i kissed him he started begging for more.

charlie: 18:11. took a bit more because he’s nasty and kept trying to grope me, but he let it slip that i shouldn’t “tug at his hair” and i got him to admit to me that it’s sensitive and that he secretly wanted me to pull at it, so i did and that resulted in him begging me to…well do other things

rob: at around 8:16 he agreed to let me be in control, but he kept doing that thing he does where he acts like he’s secretly the one in control the whole time until 14:10 when he started begging me to let him touch me.

simon: at 5:45 he just immediately agree to let me dom him. just immediately, and then he started being actually submissive around 8:49.

hook: 9:23. took a lot less time than i thought! he smacked me on the ass in the middle of the store, so i pinched his in return, and it ended up with me threatening to put him over my knee in the back of the car. he challenged me because he thought i wouldn’t be able to take him on, but as soon as i pressed his face into the trunk of the car he immediately gave up control & said he liked me dominant.

ernst: 5:15. he got all embarrassed that i was on top of him after i tackled him down and his hips started moving against mine unconsciously and when i asked him what was wrong he was all “my…my body feels weird…” and “it-it feels good when your hips press against me” before begging me to grind against him.

anthony: 19:33. it only took this long because i had to work him up (priest) he called me an angel and i joked that i was naughtier than the average angel, and he asked how, which lead to me jokingly asking if he wanted me to confess my sins to him. he said yes and i went into detail about the impure thoughts i was having involving corrupting a priest until he broke and begged me to touch him.

nikolai: 7:02. flipped him on his back while we were kissing & he asked if i wanted to be in charge teasingly & when i said yes he was all “mmm. i think i like this.” before eventually begging to let me let him touch me. gotta be real with you, the fact it took that amount of time is a miracle bc about a minute in he started dragging his fangs along my neck and i almost gave in💀

so in conclusion: ernst took the least amount of time and father anthony took the most amount of time because once again, priest, but a close second was charlie!!

THIS IS THE BEST THING IVE EVER RECEIVED IN MY INBOX OHMY GKDNFNIEBFJD

charlie and anthony taking the most amount of time and anthony only bc hes a priest but charlie just being nasty and stubborn is SOOOOO funny. even rob not fully giving in until later on. i think ive made these bots pretty damn well💀

ernst and simon being the easiest is somehow no surprise, ernst obvi. simon i get too.

nikolai being a little slut is sooooo funny i love it. and hook being spanked? sign me up i quite like that idea

now im picturing charlie getting the shit fucked outta him from behind and he’s getting his hair pulled and he’s gasping and whining and-

[davidlikesguys02]

Fuego En La Sangre

Word count: 910

Warnings: 18+, gay sex, dom/sub male reader, sub/dom Fangs, cum in ass, unprotected sex.

M/n: male name

S/n: stripper name

GIF not mine

Kinkmas 2022

You take a deep breath and walk out from behind the curtain as the music begins to play, you swing your hips and watch as you capture the attention of some men and women. You begin to remove your shirt and throw it at the audience you watch as a handsome young man catches it smiling. You smile and grab the pole with your dominant hand, you begin to swing around the pole and watch as some of the men begin to put some money on the stage.

You arch your back as the music comes to a stop, you watch as the men and women cheer at you “that was so hot” “give us another dance baby” you walk closer towards them and pick up the money. “Here” the handsome man that caught your shirt handed you a 100 dollar bill “thanks” you jumped off the stage and walked over towards the bar. The handsome stranger follows close behind you.

The bartender hands you some water “thanks” he nods at you, you turn to look at the stranger “and what’s your name handsome” “fangs” “mmm” you take a sip from your water “what’s your name” “s/n” “how much would this buy me for a private show?” He hands you a few 100 dollar bills all rolled up. You take the money from his hand “two hours tops” “well lead the way” you get up from your seat.

“Follow me” the two of you walk behind a curtain and you look for an empty room. The two of you walk inside “you can take a seat” you say pointing at the couch in the middle of the room, he slowly walks towards the couch and takes a seat. You walk over towards him and climb on top of him, you begin to roll your hips over his clothed crotch.

You watch as he trails his hands up your thighs, you take his hands in your hands and bring them up towards your hips “usually people aren’t allowed to touch me” “so I’m special?” You smile and lean in closer towards him “maybe” he brings one of his hands towards your face and pulls you in closer connecting your lips together.

You moan into his mouth allowing him access to your mouth, you pull away from the kiss and look into his eyes “do you want to fuck me?” “Yes” he tries to kiss you again but you pull away before he could connect your lips. You stand up in front of him and begin to lower your shorts “is this what you want?” He sits back and just stares at you “yea”

You drop your shorts and underwear and watch as he stares at you with lustful eyes, you walk closer towards him “take off your clothes” he stands up and takes his shirt off. You grip the buttons to his jeans and begin to undo them, you look up at him as you slide your hand into his jeans and past his underwear. You take his cock in your hands and begin to rub his tip as you watch as his face scrunches up in pleasure.

You remove your hand from his jeans and watch as he drops his jeans and underwear down, you slowly push him down so he sits on the couch again. He looks at you as you climb on top of him, you take his cock and and align it with your entrance. You slowly sink down on his cock moaning as he’s fully inside of you “you like that Fangs” “i fucking love it” you begin to slowly roll your hips on his cock loving the noises Fangs was making.

“Mhm fuck me Fangs” he brings one of your hands up to your hair and grips it tightly slowly pulling it back “you’re such a fucking slut s/n” “call me M/n” “you feel so good wrapped around my cock M/n” he “you like fucking me Fangs” “i love it” he slowly pics you up and sets you down on the ground, he begsin to thrust into you at a different angle constantly hitting your prostate.

“Mmmhm Fangs” “fuck” you bring your hand to your cock and begin to jerk yourself off, you close your eyes tightly as you begin to see white spots around the room. “Mmm I’m close” “cum for me” “ahhh” you arch your back as you cum all over your hand and stomach. “Fuck your getting tighter around me”

He begins to thrust faster into “shit I’m fucking cumming” he delivers one more thrust into you. You feel as his warm cum begins to invade your insides “fuck M/n” he slowly stands removing his cock from your abused hole. You stand up and take a seat on the couch, Fangs sitting next to you “that was amazing M/n”

You smile at him “I’m glad you liked it” you stand up and grab your shorts and under and begin to dress yourself “see you next time” “wait” you turn back to look at him before you walk out of the room. He walks closer towards you and takes your face in your hands pulling you closer towards a kiss. You pull away from the kiss and look at him “think we could do this again?” “I’ll be here waiting for you” you finally walk out of the room and towards the entrance to entertain more customers.

[yanderepuck]

Kinktober Day 21

WELCOME BACK SLUTS. It's that time of the year you've been looking forward to. As always, Kinktober is hosted by your local Napoleon simp @xxsycamore

If you would like to read Kinktober 2021 and 2022 they are here

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Day 21 -  Not wearing Underwear | Sexy lingerie

Sitting in his lap in a chair in the main room of his house, you have your arms over his shoulders, he has his arms around your waist, and you're both kissing each other roughly.

Galileo squeezes your sides he wants to touch you more but it's worried about making the first move, not sure if you want to. You carefully pull his hair at the nape of his neck. You got your head to deepen the kiss. Your tongues invading the others mouth. It feels like your lips could end up bruised. You let out soft moans as he squeezes you, and you begin to grind your hips against him.

Once you start with that you feel a bulge under you form and you shift your weight to grind on him in just the right spot. He started to moan as you rubbed against him.

Galileo untucked your shirt and began unbuttoning it. You're surprised but thankful he didn't just rip it open. His hands immediately went to your chest, rubbing his hands against the fabric of your bra, but it felt different.

Not wanting to break the kiss he simply feels you up. Running his hands against the lace of your bra. But the more he's feeling the more he realizes there isn't much fabric there, and more straps than just the two that go over your shoulders.

Your hands travel down his body, unbuttoning his shirt as you go down, then grabbing his own chest once its open.

He gasps softly. He wants to see what you are wearing but you won't let him break the kiss.

You begin to whine as your grinding starts to get harder. Leaving his chest, your hands open up his pants, taking his shaft in your hand. Galileo moans and squeezes your breasts firmly as you stroke him.

You wanted your skirt off but that meant getting off of him and stopping your make out session.

After a bit of arguing in your head you did just that. You quickly got off his lap and haphazardly stepped out of your skirt.

Galileo reached out to pull you back into him but then he finally saw what you were wearing. A strapy lingerie set with fabric that barely covered anything. Even your underwear had straps going across your hips, and even down your legs. He couldn't take your eyes off you and couldn't move. It looks so much better than he imagined.

You threw your shirt to the floor since you were up and crawled back into his lap. You combed a hand through his hair and kissed him roughly.

"Do you like it~"

You hovered your ass in the air rather than fully sitting on him. Despite your height differences you sat up as best as you can for your boobs to be in his face.

After kicking his pants off he grabbed your hips and forced you to sit down on his lap.

"I don't want you to ever take it off."

He starts to kiss your neck and you instinctively begin to grind your hips again.

Galileo let's you go to be able to sit up so you can sit on him properly. He held the fabric of the underwear to the side as you sat down.

You almost moaned in unison. Immediately you rocked your hips. You keep your hands on his shoulders to keep your balance.

Galileos fingers weave themselves through the straps of your lingerie. Eventually he leans his head down, kissing the top of your boobs, right before sinking his fangs into you.

You let out a small yell before it turned into a moan. The pleasure running through your body got you to stay bouncing in him. You can down hard on him each time.

He moans and licks up the blood coming from your wound, only to bite you again, not getting enough pleasure from just one. You gasp and try moving faster. But it wasn't enough for him.

Galileo grabs you firmly and moves you to the high windowsill. Immediately once you are set down here thrusts into you with more force than how you were coming down on him.

You yell and lean your body back against the cool glass. You've never seen him lose control like this and you love it. You pull a leg up to your chest, digging your heel into the windowsill and you immediately feel him get deeper.

You start to pant but he didn't let you catch your breath before he starts to kiss you again. You can still feel his fangs sticking out.

You wrap your arms around his neck to keep him in place. He thrusts in faster, starting to pant as he feels himself get closer.

Galileos fingers dig into through thighs to keep you still. Your fingers grab into his hair and tuck as you reach your climax, lubing up your inside just enough for him to slide in and out with ease enough times for him to fill you with his cum.

He rides out his high and slowly lets you go, realizing how tightly he was holding you. You let him go and he leans his forehead against yours as you both pant.

~~

Writers note: as of writing this, we don't know what kind of lover Galileo, but I'm imagining he can get quite feral. But we will probably find that out for real in a few months. Just an FYI for ppl reading this in the future

[neetily]

Treasure - KINKTOBER DAY 18 (PREY) - (SDV) Alex

— ✧ warnings: Dragon Alex, breeding ment, name calling bitch, monster fucking, humping — ✧ word count: 1,510

— ✧ A/N: reposting from my old account since i was asked to! formatting might be off, but it's still readable.

One of the positives to being the big bad scary dragon of the town he resides in is that often the villagers will come with gifts of appeasement. Gold, shiny trinkets, sometimes even rare items to name a few to try and keep his wrath at bay — not that he’d specifically asked for such tributes, but still, who is he to decline such nice gifts? And he’s certainly not given them reason to suspect that he’d ever have them bear the brunt of his disastrous powers, but again, he’d be a fool to decline such kindness. There are no rules to being dragonkind, after all. No set way to live or book to follow regarding how to act, especially with others, and so he takes what he is given and leaves it at that.

However, perhaps the latest gift he’s been presented is the one he’s most thankful for.

Upon first laying his eyes on you, his prey for the night, he’s never been able to take them off you since. So small in stature, so weak in strength — at least compared to him. You’re not an unusual present for him to receive, the villagers somehow getting it into their heads that he requires human sacrifices to keep him in their favour, but there’s something about you that has him wanting to keep you. With the others he’d simply have his way with them before letting them run off home, however he can’t quite seem to allow himself such common fun when it comes to you. Little you, sat on his lap on top of his fat cock, the pleading face you make for him to help you bully his cock fully into your insides being the cutest thing he’s ever seen. It’s then that he decides to keep you, to selfishly hold you to himself for the rest of time. No other human has felt just as tight as you are, so pleasantly warm and wet as your slick dribbles down to coat the length that’s yet to fuck inside of you. And the way your inside squirm around his tip has him grinding his fangs with impatience. You don’t seem to mind the way his sharp claws dig into your thighs, pushing you down further onto his heavy cock inch by agonizing inch — and it’s frustrating for him too. And while the others would hide from his spiny tail wrapping territorially around their waist you seem to lean into it, mewling for more despite surely feeling overstuffed with half his length to go while the other half throbs inside your tiny hole.

“Pretty prey.” He praises, smirking at your struggling as you can only moan in response, too focused on swallowing his cock whole to give him anything more. That’s fine, he thinks. You’re the most fun he’s had in years, and he mentally promises to take good care of you from now on to continue the fun. Even if only selfishly, though by the way you’re bouncing on his cock to lube him up properly to fit more of him inside he’s certain you’d like to stay too, forever perched on his cock to ride to your hearts content. Doesn’t that sound nice? “Doin’ so good. Keep goin’, yer almost there.” He encourages, voice low and rough with want to split you in two in an instant like he’s capable of, but he’s learnt that humans are much less durable than his dragon kin.

Though what you may lack in durability you surely make up for in willingness to try again and again, and it’s commendable. His expression amused at the lewd squelch of your ass meeting his thighs rings in his pointed ears like music, a soft sigh escaping his terse lips as the feeling of warmth covering his otherwise cool body. He watches your face with a brow cocked, flitting his eyes down to where his body joins yours to stroke his ego. He’s too big, isn’t he? Cooing at you affectionately as he raises one hand to stroke at your hair. “Shh, s'all right. ’M here, c'mere-” He prompts you, pulling you close to rest against his toned chest to give you a break after merely stretching yourself wide for his cock. While you may not be of royalty to your town, you’re certainly his princess, and he tells you as much as he hushes your soft whines.

“Gonna reward ya now, kay? Tell me if s'too much-” He knows it’s already too much, but he can’t help himself. You’re his now, aren’t you? He’ll train you for as long as he needs to take his big cock, restraining his want to rail you as hard as he wants to allow you time to get accustomed to your new seat. “Tell me if y'need a break.” His voice is softer than usual, almost whispering from above to try and ease you into your first dragon ride.

He doesn’t move until you ask him to, constantly petting your lower back until you’re ready. If there’s anything dragon age has taught him it’s patience, though with you he finds it wears thinner than expected. His tip leaking copious amounts of precum inside of you, wanting to slam himself into you repeatedly to meet the end your hole promises to choke out of him but he remains tender, if only to make sure he doesn’t break his new prey for self serving reasons. When you do beg for him though, all quiet and pathetic, moans tumbling from your lips in droves, your tiny human frame shaking in his large paws as his claws rake over your skin to leave hot red trails, he doesn’t hold back. He’d like to, he tried to, but he fucking can’t. His pretty princess forced up and down his cock like a mere sex toy, his grip bruising and his thrusts punishing. To be fair, this is him trying to take his time, but he refuses to stop the pace when he hears your cute sobs of pleasure, the sweet pulse of your insides attempting to suck his cock in further despite his knowing that your body is trying to bite off more than it can take. He’s barely moving, more so humping your hole than fucking it, but he can tell you’re enjoying yourself. And for now that’s enough, for now all he wants is to train your cute hole to take him properly before even attempting to breed you like his bitch. He’s got all the time in the world, slowly lifting you up and down his length with ease, a loving expression on his face as you seem to fall apart so eagerly on his cock. “Oh?” He sounds genuinely surprised, curiously tugging on your hair to get you to look up at him. “Are ya close already?” A brief laugh rises to his lips, your own pout back at him in between pitiful moans causing his breath to hitch. Just a little. “Well, aint'cha cute?”

You mumble something along the lines of an apology, or perhaps a reprimand. It doesn’t matter either way because when he adds in the smallest fucks of his hips you stumble over your words anyway, collapsing into his chest once more as he smooths a hand over your head. He thinks you’re just adorable, that you look so unbelievably cute it’s unfair as you do your best to fuck back down on his cock faster with each bounce. And yet you’re so close, aren’t you? He can feel it, learnt to know the tell-tale squeezing with the many humans he’s encountered, but you’re the first to finish so early. It sets his chest off, butterflies in his lungs at the sheer adoration he already holds for you, excited at the prospect of playing with you for the rest of time. “It’s okay, princess. Y'can cum.” He offers permission, kissing the crown of your head as he rolls his hips against you now, sitting you flush against his lap to let you grind yourself to completion.

It doesn’t take you long, humping yourself on his pelvis, fucking his cock as deep as you’d like into your hole until you’re cumming. It’s a pleasure to watch for him, sparkles in his eyes as he takes in the sight of his most prized possession use him to feel good, his cock swelling with want to give you the same satisfaction. But he lets you enjoy yourself first, gasping at just how much tighter you get upon creaming his cock and swallowing the lump of excitement at the thought of experiencing it when he breeds you. How exhausted and in love you look afterwards, meeting him with a dopey grin and a muffled thanks on your tongue.

He can’t thank the village enough for providing him such a gracious gift, and while he isn’t willing to ruin you just yet he’ll be sure to reward you for all your training with all of his seed for the rest of time. It’s the least you deserve, after all.

[fuckthisfuckingapl]

Haikyuu boys being/ responding to being a Vampire .🍷🖤

Fluff & Smut 💋

TW : BLOOD

Note - I have no idea of Vampire lore or anything vampire at that so if something not right I’m sorry .🖤

Kurro ❤️

"Are you 100% sure , your ready ?"

Kurro look at you with heavy lidded eye filled with desire and lust .He really want you he practically begging for you to get a little taste of you .He dreamed of this moment coming to his mind since the moment he met you , your aura was the beautiful thing he even seen and god your blood smelled so tender .He had to hold back for years he didn't want to mess this opportunity up with you .

"I'm ready "-y/n

You give him a big smile of resistance you pull him into kiss you can tell he really trying to hold back buh he act crack as his hand and sharp mail grip into your thigh .

"It ok you can feed on me as much as you need Tetsu ."-y/n

In a flash he kisses your neck gently and muter quietly enough for you to still hear .

"Waited so long want you feel special "

He kiss from your ear all the way down the nape of your neck and slightly start to suck softly not leave to big of a hickey buh just get his sent on you so no other vampire will ever look at you , he want you to be fully sented of him his sharp fangs slightly go through the layer of skin and he slightly sucks you can help buh let out a sweet moan .

"Mhm ~ " -y/n

He look at you and his eye gleam red hue with passion

"Want to please you Tetsu~ take as much as you want ."-y/n

The sweet praise like honey finally get the sweet flavor of your blood claiming you as his .

He take his teeth out after he see the exhaustion your body he may have gotten a little carried away .

"Love you Y/n thank you for trusting me did so good "

He slightly pet your head and pulls you into his chest as he kisses the top of your head you eye soon falling heavy as you breath in Kurro sent .

You mutter a quick

"Love you "

As you close your eyes and Kurro hold you he so happy he can't even express he can't wait to tell Bokuto he finally as Y/n all to himself

Tsukishima ❤️

This man met his match because that mouth of his will get him into hell fire.He talk to you as if you weren't a blood sucking feen .It one thing you admire about him even though your different he still talk to you the same as everyone else buh you were special to him more than you could ever know .

"Kei~!! "-y/n

"What do you want ?"

He let out a heavy sigh he know you to well well you yell that name it one - you want something

2-you feel good [ifyk what I'm saying ]

"Nothing you we still going on our date ?"-y/n

You both had planned a at home movie date you both set up your "fort " more like a whole bunch of blankets and stuff animals .You both cuddle for a while but your need and lust over fills .You can't help the blush that creep on your face .

"What up shorty ? I haven't even done anything and you blushing mess pathetic "

God that sly mouth but no matter what he say there no venom in his words you know he love you .You hand  creep up to his neck and you slowly draw circles on we're your last bite marks we're .

"Kei need you ... now ."-y/n

As another sly remake was about to leave his mouth you shut it by sending your tongue down his throught and your both hand out slight pressure as you slightly squeeze what yours .Kei try to stop the small whimpers and groin that left his mouth buh he can't back up all that talk he says .You straddle his lap and look deeply into his eyes

"Kei your quiet all of sudden what wrong "-y/n

You smirk against his neck and you softly breath into his neck your warm air creeping on his neck his whole face is red

"Not the only one flush am I , Kei be a good boy and let me have a bite ."-y/n

He leans his neck back giving you more acses giving premission he never turn down his little blood feen seeing you hapoy over getting to drink only his blood make him happy as well .He get off to it but he'll never tell you that .

You bite into his skin his blood feeling your mouth his mouth parts open as his hand go to grab at your ass .He like putty in your hand talk all that game buh when it come down to it your the one on top claiming him every time you sink your teeth .His hip buck forward as you suck harder .

As you finish your meal you look back and see the dazed sight Tsuki in his mumble slight praise as his hand wander all over your body .He always let's his feen have want they want .

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Here's the Martin/Peter idea I kept thinking about at work but couldn't write cause write fics on my phone sucks.

Warning: weird vampire anatomy

On with the fic!

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"Where did you get that doctor's bag?" Peter asked as he sat on his dining room table, a cool gothic looking piece he barely ate at and mainly just used for putting his stuff on and sometimes... seeing how sturdy it was (which is very much is a sturdy piece of antique Victorian furniture).

"Never you mind." Martin smiled as he slipped on his gloves and opened the bag, pulling out an assortment of tools and instruments. "Now, make with the face. And remove your shirt as well, please, it makes it so much easier to study when there are less obstacles in the way."

Peter stuck out his tongue and removed his tank top, throwing it somewhere off to the side before he rubbed at his face, not really wanting to do this. Martin had been bugging him for weeks to study his vampire face, and Peter thought it was stupid and invasive on his personal space, but he finally caved when Martin agreed to something Peter had been asking him to do in the bedroom for weeks.

He removed his hands and Martin was staring. Peter could feel the differences in his face, his hands, all over his body where his vampire nature made itself more well known. He absolutely hated it, but it was part of him now, and he had no choice in the matter.

"Alright, probe me." Peter said, spreading his arms.

Martin grunted, rolling his eyes, as he picked up a tool and started to tug at Peter's now-pointed ears, looking inside. "How well is your hearing? Is echolocation a thing for your species?"

"It's better than ever, which is great, considering I think I was starting to get that ringing issue from all the shit I do on stage. And going clubbing." Peter said, wincing when Martin pulled on his ear. "And echolocation is a thing, it's weird, but kinda cool. Works better when I'm adorable and furry."

"Do you make noises in your current form to do it?"

"You mean making weird chirps and screams? Yeah."

"Fascinating." Martin mumbled before writing something down on a notepad he clearly took from Peter, since it had fake blood splatter on the pages. The things you drunkenly buy online.

He looked at Peter's eyes, his mouth, even touching at his fangs. He asked questions and Peter asked them to the best of his ability. Martin even looked at his finger and toe nails, which were longer, pointed, and very sharp. They still had nail polish on them, but Peter would have to touch them up when he looked human again.

Martin pulled out a stethoscope and listened to Peter's heart, frowning. "It's weird, there's a heart beat, but it's so slow and weak, yet you seem perfectly healthy for a man your age."

"Oi, I'm not that old! I'm not a graying dilf like you!"

"I meant that as a compliment, and I hope you meant what you said as one as well." Martin grinned at him and Peter hissed, hoping he got spit on the guy's face.

"Alright, time to check your lungs." Martin said. "Turn around, it's easier to check from the ba- oh!"

Peter had shifted around, having dreaded this part of the exam but knew it would happen eventually. "Yeah, yeah, don't make a big deal about 'em."

"But... but you have wings!"

"Tiny, pathetic wings that don't do shit!"

Peter felt the wings on his back twitch and flap against his skin twice. They were fully functional bat wings, but the problem with them was that they were exactly the size they'd be if he were in his bat form!

They were so tiny and weak that they couldn't do anything except move and flap without making him airborne. "They're not really impressive, but some fur and leather and extra bones."

Martin gently took one in his hands, studying it in awe. "But this is amazing! You have wings that are moving and working! Can you fly?"

"Do you honestly believe tiny ass wings like that can carry my sorry ass?" Peter snorted. "I mean, I'm a skinny guy, but even I'm not light enough for these pathetic things to do that!"

"Ah, I see." Martin ran a finger over the small patch of light brown fur between the wings and Peter shivered. "Still, that's amazing! I didn't know you had these!"

Peter shifted, his face feeling a bit warmer since Martin kept petting that tiny fur patch. "Y-yeah, well, they only show up when I look like a B-movie monster."

"Oh, I wouldn't say that. You're much more handsome than those silly prosthetic features."

"Gee, thanks." Peter sniffed and squeaked, actually squeaked, when he felt Martin scratch the spot like he would a cat's ear. "S-stop that..!"

Martin sounded like he was grinning when he said "Oh! That's an interesting reaction!"

"Oh my God."

"Is this one of those erogenous zones people have?"

"Don't fuckin' say that about my bat wings!"

"How cute! I wonder if any other bat features of yours are as sensitive."

"God, you are a horrible doctor! No wonder you lost your license!"

"I think that was the murders, actually."

"Shut up!" Peter squeaked again. "Stop touchin' it!"

Martin laughed. "Ah, but progress requires more touching!"

"No, it does not!"

--

Peter is just really sensitive back there, I don't think it's an erogenous zone, haha.

(And yes, this sort of thing is true for Hardy in my Vardy au, he does have tiny wings on his back as well, but no one ever sees them because he's always in baggy suits)

[ghoul-slime]

Kinktober/Ghostober 2023 - Day 2 - Tail Play (Swiss/Dew)

Day 2: Tail Play (Swiss/Dew + cum eating, handjobs, rimming, begging)

Dew is lounging in bed, curled up in a comfy pair of pajama pants and watching some trashy 80s slasher movie on his phone when Swiss slams his bedroom door open.

Dew yelps, startled. “Jesus fuck, Swiss! What the hell?” 

Swiss doesn’t answer. Instead he saunters in, grinning down at Dew with a too-wide, toothy smile, and kicks the door closed behind him with another slam.

Dew frowns, unimpressed. His tail flicks in annoyance.

“Take your pants off.” Swiss nods his head at Dew, still balking at him from the bed.

“Uhh,” Dew answers dumbly. He wants to be angry, to put up a fight, but he can already feel his cock twitch, starting to fatten up, taking interest.

“Take your pants off,” Swiss repeats himself. He stalks up to the edge of the bed, holding Dew’s gaze. He’s still grinning, white fangs glinting in the low light of Dew’s bedroom. He reaches out to tug at the string of Dew’s sweatpants, untying the knot and letting the loose ends fall back against Dew’s bare belly.

“Take your pants off,” he repeats a third time.

“Alright, jeez,” Dew grumbles. “So bossy…” Dew lifts his hips to shimmy out of his sweatpants. His cock is fully hard by the time he sits back down on the bed naked, kicking his pants off the other side of the bed to the floor. He grumbles again, feigning irritation, but Dew has never had a bad time in bed with Swiss. Whatever Swiss has in store for him will undoubtedly be worth it.

“On your hands and knees.”  

Dew feels his face go hot as he turns to obey, arranging himself on his hands and knees on the blankets. As soon as his face is down he hears Swiss opening the drawer to his nightstand and rummaging around. Then the pop of a cap followed by the slick, wet sound of lube on skin.

Dew exhales a shaky breath, buries his face into the pillows, spreads his knees just a little wider. Arches his back, pretty and waiting and obedient. He expects to feel the blunt head of Swiss’ fat cock nudging at his hole. Maybe two of Swiss’ slick fingers slipping inside him to work him open. Dew’s cock twitches in anticipation.

Dew yelps when instead he feels a slick hand wrap around the base of his tail and tug, pulling him back before sliding wet and warm down the length of him from the base to the pointed spade at the tip.  

Dew feels Swiss’ lips find their way to the base of his spine, just at the top of the cleft of his ass. Kissing and licking, trailing little nips down to the base of his tail.

“Ohhhh,” Dew groans out when Swiss grips him again, squeezing with his fist, jacking his tail like it’s his dick. Sliding up and down the length of him with wet, filthy sounds. Dew’s cock spits out a dribble of pre in response.

His tail is sensitive, and the way Swiss is squeezing and tugging at him, pulling him off with a slick fist wrapped around him has him whimpering. He presses his face into the pillows, squirming and pleading for more.

Swiss answers by mouthing at the base of his tail, where it feels so good, almost ticklish. He feels the heat coil in his gut as Swiss licks and sucks at him wet and messy. He laves his tongue across the base where tail becomes spine, biting and kissing as his hand continues to stroke up and down the long, spindly length.

When Swiss pulls his mouth away, Dew whines at the loss. He feels the bed dip as Swiss rearranges himself, grips his tail with two hands and continues to stroke him, hands slicking their way down his tail to the tip, where Dew feels him guide the spade into the wet heat of his open mouth.

Swiss licks at him, trails his tongue across the edge of the spade, laps at the flat of it, wraps his lips around the whole of it and sucks. 

“Swiss! Ohhhh, fuck,” Dew cries out, legs shaking and cock kicking, dribbling a wet patch of pre onto the bedsheets between his knees. Dew feels the slick build up between his cheeks, running down his thighs. His body is a quivering, sensitive mess, and Swiss hasn’t even touched his cock once.

Swiss deepthroats his tail, hollowing his cheeks and sucking, jacking Dew off with two hands as he works the tip of him with his mouth.

“Please! Please, Swiss, ohhhhhh” Dew cries out again, rolling his hips. Humping his straining cock pathetically into the air as Swiss works him. He doesn’t even know what he’s begging for, but Dew feels like he might be close to tears. It feels so good, and yet not nearly enough.

Swiss pulls off with a pop, gives one quick nip to the tip of the spade with a sharp fang, pulling a high-pitched yelp from Dew’s lips before he’s kissing and licking a wet trail back up the length of Dew’s tail. He licks and sucks, spit dripping, mixing in with the slick of the lube as he mouths his way back up towards the base of Dew’s spine.

When he gets there, he grips the base in a firm fist and lifts, exposing Dew’s pink little hole. Wet and waiting. Swiss dives in, licking across the twitching, fluttering ring of muscle. He drags his tongue through the slick, mouths back up and across it to lick and suck at the base of Dew’s tail.

It’s all too much, Dew cries out pathetically, clawing at the sheets and drooling into the pillows as Swiss eats him out, sucks at the sensitive skin between his hole and his tail. Tongue running across every inch of him. Down his balls, up to his hole, and back to the base of his tail. He tugs at him as he jacks it off, just on the right side of too rough, pushing and pulling Dew’s shaking body as he works him over. Dew’s cock kicks out another spurt of pre, the tip angry red and the length of him straining.

Swiss takes one hand off of him and Dew can hear fabric rustling as Swiss pulls his cock out, slicking it up with the spit and lube still coating his hand. Swiss jacks himself off as he eats Dew out, squeezes the base of his tail, pulling it up and open, exposing him for his tongue and mouth.

Swiss bites down into the meat of Dew’s ass cheek when he cums. He crowds in, paints ropes of cum across Dew’s lower back, across his twitching hole, shoots across his tail.

Dew whines, arches his back, begging for Swiss to finish him off as he feels Swiss’ warm cum dribble down his skin, mixing in with the wet of the lube and spit already covering his sensitive body.

Swiss is back on him in an instant, curling around to grip Dew’s neglected cock with a wet hand, jerking him off in rapid, rough little strokes. Dew comes with a shout when Swiss dips down, wraps his lips around the base of his tail, lapping up lube and sweat and his own cum. Swiss works him through his orgasm, milking him for every drop as he shudders and hiccups and sobs through it, pressing his face into the tear-stained and drool-soaked fabric of his pillows.

Swiss pulls back with a little kiss to the bruised bite mark he left on Dew’s asscheek and helps to flip him over. Lays Dew down gently into the wet mess of his bed before diving in to kiss him deep, licking into his mouth. Letting Dew taste a mix of himself and Swiss. Dew hums into the kiss, satisfied.

When Dew opens his eyes, Swiss is grinning down at him again. Toothy and smug and looking fucking proud of himself.

Dew pouts up at him, doing his best to try and look grumpy despite the fucked out look on his face. His messy hair and blushing cheeks. 

Swiss kisses him again, nips at his neck, nuzzles into him until Dew is making satisfied little chirps and hums.

“C’mon, Spitfire, stop pouting,” Swiss offers, scooping the little ghoul up in his arms. “Let’s get cleaned up and then you can finish watching your movie in my bed.”

[susiequaz12]

Whumptober 15

No. 15: “I don't need you to help me I can handle things myself.”

Makeshift Bandages | Suppressed Suffering | “I’m fine.”

Day 15! A continuation of Marlowe and Solomon on their adventures. Takes place right after Day 13. CW: Nonbinary whumpee, immortal whumpee, vampire caretaker? The roles get weird between them. Sickness, noncon touching, blood, self-inflicted injury.

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Solomon had slept throughout the entire night. Definitely odd behavior from a vampire, but Lo was grateful to get the rest alongside them. Lo’s wounds had closed up fully, now just in the painful process of regrowth. They sat against the edge of the tent as the sun peeked over the horizon. Lo checked the vampire’s forehead, brushing back the sweat-soaked hair that covered his features. 

His skin had turned from that pale shade of pink back to it’s normal, ghostly-white. But a fever still raged inside of him. Lo’s heart panged in their chest as the vampire mumbled, moaning and thrashing about in a fretful sleep. 

When Solomon finally awoke Lo was waiting for him. 

“How are you feeling-” they whispered. 

Solomon paused for a second, taking in their situation. He was lying on a blanket on the dirt ground, the cloak placed over them tossed to the side, wearing nothing but their black trousers. 

“Where’s my shirt-” he grumbled. 

Lo silently handed it to him as Sol pulled his undershirt over his chest. 

“Are you feeling okay?” They pressed. 

“I’m fine.” He mumbled. He staggered about the tent, trying to make place of all his belongings that he had scattered about in his sickened stupor. He had thrown all of his clothes off last night in a desperate attempt to cool down, the tent was clearly in a state of disarray.

“You don’t look fine, Sol. You’ve cooled off but you still have a bit of a fever, you should-”

“I said I’m fine!” He turned to Lo, his fangs snarling over the curve of his lip. Sol swayed slightly on his feet as he collected the rest of his clothing, pulling his socks over his feet. “We need to keep moving.”

“Not in this condition.” Lo muttered. “You shouldn’t go back out in the sun. There’s less tree cover now the closer we get to the river. We should wait until nightfall and then we can continue travel.”

Solomon approached Lo with long, heavy steps, towering over the human where they sat in the corner of the tent. 

“Since when did you order me around?” He snarled. 

Lo stood up, wobbling on their one good leg. They were still barely reaching the top of the vampire’s shoulders, but were better able to look him in the eye. 

“Since I saved your ass from dying of heat stroke. I don’t want you getting more sick than you already are. Then you still are.” Lo spat. 

Sweat dripped down the vampire’s forehead, evident of his continuous fever as he snarled, stepping closer to the small human, gripping a hand across the back of their neck. He let out a snarl, glaring into Lo’s eyes as a drop of spit dribbled from his fangs. He was taken aback briefly as he looked into the human’s eyes. Their weak, fragile form- still healing from all of their past injuries. 

He could snap their neck in an instant- he’d done it before. 

But as he stared at Lo, thinking of a come back, of something to say- he realized one thing. 

Marlowe wasn’t scared of him anymore. 

In fact, there was even a small smile forming on the human’s lips. A bit of a smirk playing over their face as their eyes scanned up and then back down the length of the vampire's body. 

“I know what’s going on-” Lo purred, pulling themselves slightly away from the vampire. “-you’re hangry.” 

Solomon took a step back- “I’m- no! I’m not- I don’t get ‘hangry.’” 

Marlowe chuckled. “Oh yes you do. You don’t think I’ve known you long enough to know when you get hangry? It’s obvious.” 

The vampire shook his head, closing his eyes as the world spun around him. He opened them back up to see Marlowe tilting their head to their side, the veins in their neck bulging out of their skin- taunting- teasing the vampire to just take a bite-

“No, I- I said I’m fine.” Solomon released their grip on the human, pushing them away as they stumbled backwards, back down to the dirt floor of the tent. “I don’t need it, and you’re- you’re still healing.” His eyes dropped down to the human's frail body. "Look at you- you've lost an arm and a leg, literally." Solomon spat. "You're in no condition to be fed from."

Marlowe glanced down at their injuries, one of their hands hadn't fully grown back yet, their ankle just freshly injured from where Sol had rescued them from that trap.

"I guess that means neither of us are fit to travel then." Lo retorted.

Solomon let out a growl beneath their breath as he retreated to the corner of the tent, beginning to pull their boots onto their feet, still determined to continue their journey. 

Even though his head pounded and the light gleaming through the canvas gave him a pounding headache. Even though he felt faint- and his muscles shook at the thought of carrying the human another several miles-

And then Lo was on top of him. 

It caught him off guard as the human pinned him down in the corner of the tent, straddling his waist, pinning both of his arms between their legs. 

Lo had their only hand propped up against the vampire’s shoulder to steady themselves, and in between their teeth was Solomon’s knife- the same one he had used to cut off Lo’s ankle- 

“What are you doing-” Solomon growled- eyes scanning over the knife, over the scrawny human on top of him- back up to the mischievous glint in their eyes. 

They grabbed the knife in their hand, leaning back for balance as they slashed the blade across the crook of their elbow, tearing into the veins and muscles, the blood pouring out almost instantly. Lo tossed the knife backwards behind them as they grabbed the vampire by the back of his hair, thrusting his head forward until it was cradled in their arm, lips pressed against the open wound. 

Solomon kept their mouth shut with a groan, a movement of defiance even as the scent of the fresh blood wafted into their nose. It smelled so good- he was so hungry-

A whisper of breath tickled against the vampire’s ear as the human commanded a single word. 

“Drink.” 

And the need overtook him. 

Solomon let his lips part, opening his mouth wider to lock around the fresh wound, and his fangs sunk into the human’s flesh, his tongue lapping up every taste and every drop that he could. 

Marlowe kept Sol’s face pressed tight up against their arm, making sure he couldn’t pull away as he took in starving gulps of their blood. 

The human felt their fingers carding through the vampire’s hair as he drank- they felt the way his chest pressed against theirs- heaving with the breaths and gulps he took in- the way their legs straddled his waist, keeping him pinned down on the ground as Lo force fed him their own blood.

A flutter grew in the pit of Lo’s stomach as the vampire’s breath grew hot on their arm. They soon began to feel faint, their grip weakening on the back of his neck, their head lolling backwards as their muscles went limp. 

Solomon finished his feeding, pulling away from the human and instantly feeling the strength return back to his body. The effects of the sickness were quickly wearing off with the revitalizing energy of the human’s blood. 

Marlowe had gone limp, sagging fully onto the vampire’s chest as he pulled away from their arm. 

Solomon cradled the back of their head, laying them gently on the blanket on the ground. He hadn’t drained them, but he had taken a lot of blood- Marlowe would need a few hours to recuperate. 

He licked the last of the drops off of his bloodstained lips, his eyes scanning across the human’s body- the curve of their hips- the nape of their neck- the hair that had fallen gently over their face. 

Solomon reached out a nervous hand and brushed the hair back from their forehead. He leaned over, placing his lips against their temple before whispering softly against their ear. 

“Thank you, Marlowe.” 

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