#and it is to get the cold wet sweat-like sensation off my body so i can actually feel clean

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the patented “i went outside and now i’m moist and gross” effect of humid regions everywhere

[sturnioz]

fb!chris showering at bun’s and she’s not there or she’s in the kitchen or something so he has time and he get curious about all her products and tries to use all of them

chris stands beneath the relentless spray of the shower, his head bowed and eyes shut tight. he lets the heat envelope him; steam curling around his form, water running over his skin and pooling at his feet before disappearing down the drain.

each droplet rolls down his back, tracing a path along his skin, a comforting touch. the water splatters against the tiled floor, filling the small space in the four walls, along with the distant sound of you rustling around in your bedroom next door.

with a deep exhale, he blinks open his tired eyes, running a hand through his wet locks to clear his vision as he blindly reaches for the body wash you bought for him for when he stays over—only for irritation to flicker across his face when he realises he's grabbed the wrong bottle.

holding it for a moment, he stares down at the label, the vanilla-scented body wash staring back at him. a wave of annoyance washes over him, but curiosity tugs at the edges of his mind as he thumbs open the cap and brings the bottle to his nose.

smells like you, he thinks as he pours a generous amount onto his hand, lathering it up on his body, washing away the sweat and grime of the day. the scent fills his nostrils, and oddly, he finds it quite calming—soothing his mood.

a quiet hum vibrates in his chest as he continues to scrub himself before standing directly beneath the streaming water to rinse off the body wash, turning off the shower when he's finished and stepping out in the steamy-filled room.

he reaches for one of your fluffy towels, wrapping it loosely around his waist as his gaze drifts to your skincare products neatly arranged on the sink—each with a brand name he barely recognises.

pursing his lips in contemplation, he picks up the moisturiser, tapping his fingers against the bottle as he reads the label with a mix of scepticism and curiosity. with a hesitant sigh, he squirts a small amount onto his palm, rubbing the cream between his hands and applying it to his face.

he raises an eyebrow at the unfamiliar sensation, pulling a face at the way it feels against his skin—too smooth, almost slippery. but it's the scent, a blend of something sweet and fruity, that throws him off, making his skin crawl.

his body tenses up, and in a rush, he turns back to the sink, splashing water onto his face with vigorous scrubs, eager to wash everything off. he scrubs harder and harder, the roughness almost making his skin feel raw and sore.

with furrowed eyebrows and dark eyes, chris snatches up the bottle and tosses it into the trash without second thought, huffing in annoyance as he leaves the bathroom. his irritated gaze falls on you, sitting on your bed with a bowel in your hands.

he opens his mouth to say something sharp, but the words die in his throat when he notices you raise your head, your nose twitching as you seemingly sniff the air like a curious bunny. he watches as you slip off the bed, still sniffing the air, slowly making your way toward him.

"what're you doin'?" he grumpily asks, one eyebrow raised as he feels your cold nose graze against his skin, sniffing him. he leans back, his annoyance clear. "hey—"

"did you use my body wash?" you ask quietly, blinking up at him with wispy lashes, your tone innocent as you lean in to sniff him again. "the vanilla one."

"stop sniffin' me, kid—"

"sorry, you just smell like my vanilla body wash.." you admit with a quiet giggle, taking a step back as you look at him. "it's one of my favourites."

"i know. you fuckin' have this shit on all the time." he grumbles under his breath as he moves around you, heading towards your dresser and yanking open the bottom drawer where you keep his clothes, pulling out a fresh pair of boxers and sweatpants.

"so you did use it," he hears that smile in your tone, and he glances over his shoulder to glare at you. "want me to buy you one?"

"don't piss me off, kid."

divider credits. @issysh3ll

© STURNIOZ

[littlest-w01f]

Best Medication

Rhysand x Reader

RHYSAND MASTERLIST

MAIN MASTERLIST

Summary: Rhysand is sick after accidentally scenting a mineral in one of the caves of the Illyrian mountains, he desperately needs Reader's help

CW: Sick Rhys, aphrodisiac, breeding kink, spanking, knoting, FxM, Smut 18+ MDNI

You didn't understand what was wrong with Rhysand, it had been almost half an hour that Azriel had come for you, begging you to check up on Rhysand, and since Madja was busy with another patient and couldn't come to him you packed your supplies.

"Ugh... I'm going to die aren't I?" Rhysand groaned as you set a cold wet cloth on his feverous forehead, slowly changing the cloth over his chest and stomach.

"No, you're not." You frown, dipping the cloth in cold water to cool it down before you keep it back on his chest, "Cassian and Azriel are with the priestesses, trying to find more about the mineral you accidentally scented, I can't see anything from my powers... They show nothing wrong with you."

As Rhysand lets out another groan, his body covered in sweat, you decide to try your magic on him again, the glow of your healing slipped into him as you held his wrist, eyes going bright, "I don't get it..." You frown, moving your hand away, returning to normal, "You're... Freakisly healthy."

You felt helpless as your High Lord shivered in bed, you moved to sit beside him, "We just have to wait for-"

"y/n~" You freeze when Rhysand purrs your name, that sound of his voice. "y/n..."

You turn to face him, eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets at the scent of his arousal that fills the room, his violet eyes dark in lust. Rhysand gripped your skirts, eyes almost pleading, "I need you..." He breathed.

"Rhys," you stuttered, feeling your cheeks heat up under his intense gaze. "What... What do you mean?" You asked, trying to keep your voice steady despite the confusion swirling inside you.

"y/n," he murmured, his breath hitching slightly as he spoke your name. "I've wanted you for so long." His words were barely more than a whisper, but they carried an intensity that left no room for misinterpretation.

"Rhys, we shouldn't..." You breathe softly, knowing what he wanted, a part of you wanted it too, "You're sick"

"That may be true," He panted, a faint smile playing on his lips, a smile lopsided from his fatigue. "But I crave your touch like I've never craved anything before." His hand moved from your skirt to the small of your back, pulling you closer until there was not even an inch between you. His body was warm against yours, radiating an energy that seemed to reach out and grab onto every inch of you. "You're wrong if you think I'm helpless," he said softly, his voice dropping down to a near growl. "We can find a way around my illness."

His thumb brushes over your lips, silencing whatever protest was forming there. "And if it's the morality of it you're worried about, remember who you're talking to." He smirked, motioning to himself.

"If you're sure..." You sigh, almost shivering under his gaze, your own arousal flowing, you nod.

His smirk widened at your concession, his grip tightening on your waist as he pulled you flush against him. The sensation of your curves pressing into his tense form sent a shiver through his weakened body, reviving him in ways he hadn't thought possible.

"You're killing me here, my pretty medic," he groaned, leaning down to capture your lips in a passionate kiss. As his tongue explored your mouth, one hand moved down to cup your ass, squeezing the curves firmly while his other hand reached up to caress your cheek gently.

The room spins for him as he flips you onto your back, his strength surprising considering his earlier weakness. Your heart pounds in your chest as he roughly rips at your medical attire, tearing away the fabric to expose your skin beneath.

With a wicked grin, he trails hot kisses down your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin until you arch off the bed, a low moan escaping your lips. His hand moves down your body, tracing over your curves until he reaches the hem of your lingerie, slipping his fingers underneath to tease at your slit. He chuckles against your skin, his breath hot and heavy. "So wet already," he murmurs, his fingers dipping lower to circle your clit.

"Please," you whimper, your hips bucking against his hand in sudden desperation. "Rhys, please..."

His fingers continue their torturous circling, teasing your clit until you're writhing beneath him, desperate for more. But he doesn't give it to you right away, instead choosing to prolong your torment, his other hand moving up to pinch one of your nipples, rolling the hard peak between his fingers.

"You want more, love?" he coos, his hand slipping further down to plunge three of his fingers inside your soaked cunt, his mouth capturing your free breasts.

His fingers slide deeper into your soaking cunt, his palm rubbing against your clit as he starts to pump in and out of you. You gasp at the intrusion, your back arching off the bed as pleasure courses through your veins. "That's it, sweetheart," he murmurs, his other hand pinching and twisting your nipple. "Take my fingers like a good girl."

Your heart was beating wildly, pressed under Rhysand, whimpering softly, with a guttural groan, he withdraws his fingers from your dripping cunt, only to replace them with his throbbing cock. The head teases your entrance for a moment before he thrusts in, burying himself to the hilt within your tight walls. "Ahh, fuck," he grunts, his body shuddering at the feel of you wrapped around him. "So fucking tight." He begins to move, withdrawing slowly before thrusting back in, setting a punishing pace that has you screaming his name mere moments later.

With a grunt of effort, he flips you onto all fours, his strong arms wrapping around your waist as he positions himself behind you. He gives your ass a firm slap, sending a jolt of pain through your sensitive skin. "Mine," he growls, thrusting into you from behind, his cock pounding into your wetness. "Every fucking inch of you is mine." His hands roam freely over your body now, grabbing and squeezing your curves while he takes you hard and fast, his hips slapping against your ass with each thrust, landing another hand on your ass as he dove deeper into you, his body felt better with each thrust into you, his fever slipping away.

"Yours," you moan, eyes rolling back in pleasure as he holds you by your hair, shuddering from his spanks.

His grip tightens in your hair, pulling your head back to expose your neck. "That's it, sweetheart," he murmurs, his teeth grazing against your skin. "Scream for me, y/n." His thrusts become harder, faster, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. He can feel his climax building, the pressure coiling in his lower abdomen as he reaches down to rub at your swollen clit. "Come for me, y/n," he commanded, his voice full of his High Lord's power. "I want to feel you tighten around my cock."

The moment he commands it, you explode, mind blank, filled with an urge to follow his given order, your entire body convulsing as you scream his name. Your walls clamp down on his cock your entire body trembling as you scream out his name. "That's it," he groans, feeling your cunt flutter around his cock. "Such a good girl."

His thrusts become rougher, more primal as he buries himself to the hilt inside you, his balls slapping against your clit with each powerful thrust, the bed creaking loudly. He groans loudly, his body tensing as he feels his release approaching. "Fuck... I'm going to fill you up, y/n," he pants, his voice raw, wings flaring out, fluttering with his thrusts, making him go harder. "Going to breed your pretty cunt so fucking hard."

"Rhys..." You gasp, eyes slightly wide feeling his cock nudge at your cervix, the bed nearly being pulled off its hinges, his words sent a shiver down your back, you're slightly thankful you had decided to keep taking contraceptive tea even if you weren't looking for sleeping around, not wanting to take chances. You push your hips back against his, moaning softly.

You can feel his knot swelling at the base of his shaft, promising a much more thorough breeding than either of you had expected. "Wait... What's that-" you whine, eyes wide, feeling the stretch, eyes rolling back, for the moment not caring for reasoning.

"Ah, fuck... I'm close," he groans, his grip on your hips tightening, fings turning into claws, scratching at you. "Can't hold back anymore." And then he came, his hot seed spilling deep inside your womb. His roar of pleasure fills the room as he rides out his orgasm, his knot locking you two together as he paints your insides with his cum.

For what seems like hours, time blurring together in a haze of lust and pleasure you continue, losing count of the orgasms you both had. Lost in the pleasure, you let instinct guide you, you collapse onto the bed, panting heavily, Rhysand rutting like an animal into you until you're too exhausted to continue. your bodies glistening with sweat.

"Mmm..." Rhysand pulled out softly, making you whine from being stretched too much by his knots, "I feel so much better now," he smirked, watching you sprawled on his bed, covered in both your fluids.

You pass out by the time he brings a clean washcloth to wipe away the cum from your body, snapping his fingers to replace the ruined sheets under you with clean ones.

"Y/N IT'S AN APHRODISIAC HE'S GOING TO GET REALLY HORNY BUT THEN BE OK, WE JUST NEED TO-" Cassian bursts through the room, eyes going from you passed out in Rhysand's bed to him pulling his pants up.

"'Let him ride it out'?" He smirked slyly, finishing what Cassian was thinking, "Oh, don't worry, y/n already did."

{General Taglist- @nox-ceur @lilah-asteria @paleidiot}

[2-dsimp]

I remember hearing from bird owners on the internet never to pet a bird's wings and back due to it arousing the bird, so many bird owners say to just pet their heads.

So, if someone where to "accidentally" brush past a certain Harpy's wings and lower back, or to playfully mess with the feathers a bit, how would said harpy react?

Love to mess with others and want to rile up Lynx a bit heh

Cw: Fem! Reader, NSFW🔞 creampie, knotting, praise, Lynx being a horny birb, overestimation, cum inflation, breeding, exhibition, use of public toilet stall, possessive/obsessive tendencies. Slight degradation.

Synopsis: You decided it would be a good idea to figuratively and literally ruffle the harpy’s feathers and you ended up getting more of a reaction than you bargained for.

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"My muse~ you know how I can’t bear to resist you on a daily basis.”

The harpy scolded, his voice low and husky with desire. Using his clawed hands to cover your lips in order for your explicit sounds not to escape the bathroom stall y’all were currently boxed inside of.

“So Why would you do that when I was just about to be handed my Grammy?"

The singer could feel himself getting closer, his own pleasure building up inside of him as he continued to pound into you relentlessly. He struggled to hold on, gritting his teeth as he tried to savor the five minutes. That he so desperately asked for, just to momentarily hold off on accepting his trophy for having the best selling album.

Using the excuse that he needed to use the bathroom to get rid of his cold feet. When in reality the moment you ruffled his sensitive feathers. Lynx damned near almost snatched you up and fucked you on stage. But thinking about his managers pleas on not causing havoc. The birdman instead hustled you into the nearest bathroom stall.

“You must’ve done this on purpose. Did you really want me to give you my knot that badly baby?"

He panted, relishing in the harsh wet smacks of his balls against your plump ass. His long lashes fluttered shut as he humped you frantically knowing that time was running out. Twitching sporadically as his fleshy pointed cock. Kept spurting out copious amounts of clear precum which continually fattened you up.

"Fuck! You’re sucha bad girl, getting me all worked up. I can feel your juices splashing on my knot, such a dirty chicky you are~”

The Harpy no doubt felt his impending orgasm threatening to burst from his leaking dick. like a pressurized dam, his family jewels throbbing to unload his hot jizz inside of you. As he felt you squirting on his meaty rod that was hitting all your weak spots.

"Imma stuff you up with so much cum, that your gonna leave a snail trail wherever you go. That way people will know that you’re taken."

Lynx trilled melodically, his tail feathers swishing as his plumaged fluffed up from the sensation of your cunt clenched down on his length that was bullying its way against your womb.

“You’d like that right? My pretty mate? Of course you would!”

He nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck biting and licking at the sweat dripping from your skin. Not even taking not of how you were crying fat tears of overstimulation from being stuffed to the brim with his growing knot lodged inside your clammy walls. His shaft still fucking itself into your weeping quim as he prepared to let go. Since it was almost time for him to get back stage and accept his reward ceremony.

“Don’t worry I’ll take care of you more later on, so for now just open up that cute womb of yours so I can flood it with my hatchlings yeah?”

With a bodily shudder racking through him he pressed his body flush against you. His wings hugging you within a protective cocoon. Whilst he released his hot harpy sperm deep inside of you, filling you up completely with his seed. He let out a breathy, guttural keen of exhilaration as he continued to ride his high inside of you, his knot still expanding in depth within your pussy as he proceeded to ground himself empty completely inside of you.

"Mmm, you feel s-so good, my muse… You think I can squeeze in one more load inside of your pretty pussy?"

Lynx drawled out , his voice scratchy and needy as he slowed down his movements. The Harpy stayed inside of you, his cock still twitching as he enjoyed the feeling of being buried deep inside of you. From hearing your small moans in response his penis already returned to half mast eager to fuck another batch of his baby batter inside you.

[buuniebaby]

KISSES W HAMZAH ; PT1 ! 🎀

includes: nsfw, dry humping, kinda short sawwryyy, my attempt at faking being canadian

i want 2 make a series where it’s little imagines of him kissing u in different places so here’s that meow

“you ready to go?”

hamzah stands in front of you, keys jangling in his hand, the ring of his keychain looped around his index finger. he’s leaned himself against the doorframe, a baggy sweatshirt paired with some well worn-out jeans. he looks comfortable. it’s sexy.

his eyes follow you as you get up from your your bed, which you were temporarily laying on while you waited for him to finish putting his shoes on. after enough complaining he convinced you to go out and suggested going on a drive and listening to music together - just the two of you; something you simply can’t refuse.

hamzah catches you by the waist as you’re walking out the door, turning you around and kissing you deep before you two leave. car keys still in hand, he massages the skin around your hips. you can feel the sensation of the cold metal against your body.

he smiles to himself as he pulls away. “Hi.” is all he has to say.

“Hi,” you grin in response. “I’m driving, by the way.” his arms falter from your hips at that, repositioning them on his own.

“my car?” he asks, with a raised eyebrow.

“duh,” you yell, already walking to the garage. he grins to himself at your humor as he catches up to you. that boy is head over heels.

he drives you to tim hortons without saying. it’s a little too late for coffee, so you get yourself a frozen lemonade while he orders a hot chocolate because he’s a child. you guys get chicken strips to share too - again - a child. his hand curls up to your thigh and gently rubs at you while you speak into the drive thru microphone, garnering a look from you between ordering.

you like it when he touches you like this. it’s casual, unnoticeable, a signal between only you two. it drives you crazy; dishevels you when he does it in public.

by the time you pull up in the car parking lot the sun is already going down, and hamzah won’t leave you alone. it’s subtle, but you can’t help but notice he keeps touching you every time he leans over to grab more. whether it’s your thigh, sometimes your shoulder, or even sometimes glances of his finger over your crotch, you know it’s on purpose.

but he’s still acting like nothing is going on.

he picks up the trash and gets out of his car to discard it. he casually slides back into the drivers seat and plugs his phone into the aux. he turns on the car as he sets his hand on your thigh, and you decide you can’t take this anymore.

“touch me.” is all you have to say, accompanied with a stern look and suddenly the car is off. hamzah reaches back to put down he arm rests and then immediately puts his hands back on you. he’s strong enough to pick you up and manhandle you into the backseat, eliciting a laugh of excitement from you.

“the windows are tinted.” he mutters. you look up at him, horny and confused. “huh?”

“the windows. they’re tinted - nobody can see. us. y’know.” he speaks up as he awkwardly clarifies. it turns you on.

you’re too horny to think about being caught right now, so you just pull him into a kiss. he puts a firm hand on the back of your neck. his other hand is down on your ass, gripping the flesh and rocking your hips against him. you’ve felt his hard-on grow against you, bodies pressed against each other.

he kisses you deep, like the one from before but with more love behind it. his hands massage the back of your neck, still with a firm grip on it. you like the compression.

you sit up on top of his lap and continue to grind on him, his hand still not leaving your ass. you lift a hand to fix your hair, sticking to your head - canadian summer sucks. you know you probably look like a mess right now, mouth wet from hamzah’s sloppy kissing and sweat coating your forehead. kind of hot, but also gross.

your hips speed against his, and his hand placement moves from your ass to your side. he softly begins to pick you up by the hip, slamming you down on his crotch at the same pace you grinded at. the hard friction feels so fucking good against you, and the twitches in his pants you can feel confirms that he feels the same way.

you two continue to dry hump until you can feel a wetness between you. even as he lifts you off of his crotch, the sensation of your pussy pulsing is still there. he stares at your fucked out body as if it’s a work of art.

“fuck. kiss me.” is all you hear before you’re slammed down into hamzahs lips, tongue colliding with yours.

[kimis-gloves]

sour - charles leclerc

word count : 780 - oneshot

hehe a lil charlie smut>:)

warnings: morning sex, dirty talk, petnames, if you squint very hard then angst?? but not rlly, softdom!charles, slight degrading, post/pre shower sex.

as early in the morning as it was, you hear Charles turning on the shower, humming whatever song he has stuck in his head from the never ending party you two went to last night. through your raging headache, you miss the warmth of your boyfriend so you stumble your way into the connecting bathroom, still in his hoodie that you managed to change into at 4:30 in the morning. Charles, already in the shower, washing off the sticky champagne & sweat. Coming p2 in Australia was something to be proud of, but he didnt feel proud. he hoped to do better next time as he hears y/n stumble her way into the bathroom, quickly going for a pee before speaking to charles through the glass doors.

“Good morning charles, ill start us some coffee”

“Thank you my love”

as you head out to make charles his favourite way of coffee, he finishes his shower and steps out to dry himself off and thats when you walk back in, coffees in hand. he looks absolutely amazing like this. hes stood infront of the large window, in nothing but a towel. the water beading off of him and dripping out of his hair. you set down the coffees and make your way towards the drool worthy man thats infront of you. you wrap your arms around his shoulders as you leave soft and wet kisses along his jawline. already being in somewhat of a sour mood, charles doesn’t appreciate your teasing and takes things into his own hands as he quickly grabs you by your hips and bends you over the counter top, almost knocking off the now close to cold coffees.

“Char-“

“A-Ah, no talking cherie, just let me take care of you right now~”

and with that you did. quickly shutting up for him as you let the man take however much control he desired from you. you thank him for any type of touch that he gives you. he goes to quickly pull down your panties, when he realizes you dont even have any on.

“What a dirty girl you are cherie.. no panties and already dripping out of your cunt like this? My my, im not sure what i should do with such a whore like you.”

he aggressively puts a hold into your hair and pulls you up to be face close to charles, breathing rapidly as he whispers,

“dont move, dont make a sound or else you will regret it. listen as i say and you wont have to suffer, am i clear darling?”

“Yes c-Charles” you say with a whine

“Hm, i dont think i was” he mutters, slowly sliding his tip along your slick-coated pussy. you whine again when he quickly smacks the side of your thigh “No noise, slut” he growls before shoving his 2 fingers into your mouth, allowing you to lick and spit on them. pulling them out and away from your mouth he instead inserts them both into your cunt.

fighting back moans, you clench your walls around charles’ fingers, letting him know how much you want to be filled his his cock.

“mon amour you feel so good, i cant wait to fill you with my cum.” he grumbled into your ear as he finally inserts his cock into your aching cunt, he bottoms out with a low hum into your ear. he slowly grinds into your pussy, drawing out lewd sounds from both of you. both you and Charles have given up on trying to keep you quiet as he just gets completely lost into your body. he sets a firm & steady pace, nearly knocking you out as he suddenly slams into you, the noise that leaves both your and his mouth is something that belongs in a porno. he wraps around your torso, one hand grabbing and pinching onto your nipple and the other reaching down to your throbbing clit. the sudden sensation is enough to set you over and soon enough you find yourself cumming all over his cock and fingers, him quickly following after as the tight & wet feeling on his cock is just too good not to cum from.

slowly pulling out of you, he’s planting kisses all over your body. turning the shower back on as he guides you in, making sure the water is the perfect temperature and that you aren’t going to topple over.

“my love, i should probably go remake these coffees” Charles laughs, placing a kiss onto your temple. as you watch Charles put his clothes on and leave the bathroom, coffees in hand, you couldn’t be more thankful to have such a perfect boyfriend like him.

a/n: i hope u enjoyed❤️ this was just something small. likes & reblogs always appreciated ❤️❤️

[xoxochb]

been cold ‘round these parts recently n missing my hot tub hours ☹️

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surrounding you, the hot tub water bubbles rapidly. matching up perfectly with your current breathing rate as percy sucks over the wet skin of his neck, his fingers looping around the waistband of your bikini bottoms. he already had your top off so whatever was taking him so long to finish the rest was beyond you. additionally— he’s acting as if the heat of the water wasn’t enough to keep you warm through the already scalding hot summer climate, making the cessation decision to warm up your insides too. you’re sure by now you’re going to overheat, your skin is flushed, hair sticking to your face and over your shoulders from both the water and your sweat. you’re going to die like this, aren’t you?

“perce, I—” where were the words? how could you force yourself to tear him away from you when he’s at last tugging down your bottoms? when you were this close from getting what you’d waited minutes for? at this point, fuck hyperthermia, can he shove his fingers inside you already and stop teasing? as if on queue, or like he became a mind reader suddenly, he slips your bikini bottoms down your legs and throws them somewhere outside the hot tub (you’d scold him for that later), sending a pool of water through your core. percy’s teasing only continues from here, slowly, very slowly, at that, trailing a finger from your knee, over the inside of your thigh, when reaching the middle between them, gently rubbing lazy circles over your clit. fucking asshole.

if this wasn’t enough, he captures your reddened lips into an open-mouthed kiss, slipping his tongue in easily. he allows you to settle with this sensation as his fingers continue to teasingly work over you at a dreadful pace. you’re not sure if it’s the overheating or if it’s the awful feeling of waiting, but your eyes begin brimming with microscopic tears. you tug at percy’s raven hair in hopes this’ll tell him to hurry his ass up but he doesn’t seem to even acknowledge it in any way. you take measures into your own hands and forcefully disconnect your lips from his.

“percy, please,” you whine.

“your wish is my command,” he laughs, before abruptly plugging his fingers into you without warning, causing a guttural moan to escape your mouth— and thank the gods there was nobody in the near vicinity or you’d never hear the end of it from anyone.

his pace starts off slow similar to before, adjusting you to one finger for now. you dig your nails into his bare shoulder as you try to keep yourself steady for him, and at the same time he returns himself to your neck. involuntarily, you gasp out his name an embarrassing amount of times, pleading him to quicken the speed of his fingers or at least add a second or do something! as he hears your commands, he inserts his middle finger and curls the both into you. you can’t breathe, not at all. not with the heat from both inside and outside your body.

is this safe? you’re going to suppose: not in the least bit. but in this case: pleasure over comfort all the way.

[iz-star]

Zayne's newest card made me tear up a little.

He truly heals that part of me that it's very much broken and still under maintenance ❤️‍🩹

CW: Adult talk about mental health issues and how Zayne's been a good unintentional therapy.

I sometimes joke about how "To sit on his lap would totally fix me" as a reference to his Hidden Motive card and basically that he loves MC to sit on his lap but you know, I think to be hug by him is what actually would hold together all the pieces of me that are about to fall. He hugs MC with such delicate touch, so much tenderness and you can see the love pouring from his touch, his gaze, his words.

I once mentioned in another post that I totally understand Zayne's trauma with nightmares because there was a time I had them constantly too. There's actually another part of that story: back in the day I was so stressed that my blood pressure was always high. The very reason I had to be taken to the psychiatric hospital was because there wasn't another medical reason for my high levels of blood pressure than stress. I got my blood pressure checked for 10 days (or was it 15? I can't remember) in order to discard hypertension, I also got some medical tests done to discard if the problem was in my thyroid, blood tests to check my levels of cholesterol and tryglicerides, I even got an echocardiogram but according to every test, my body was... fine. There was no apparent reason as to why I was shaking like a wet dog against the cool wind in the backyard.

I knew I was anxious, stressed and basically on high alert all the time but somehow I came to normalize the dizzines, the shakiness of my body, the arrhythmias and feeling extra weak all the time. I'm not going to talk about the reasons that led me up to feel that way bc they're too personal and sensitive, the point is: I was so stressed that my body started to somatize my mental state.

It was there when I had to be given antidepressants and got diagnosed with depression, panic disorder and other stuff that I prefer to omit atm. I started to sleep more because of the medicine but it wasn't a good sleep bc it was there when the nightmares would always make me feel distressed and exhausted everytime I woke up. I also used to had arrhythmias when I went to sleep.

This is another thing I love about Zayne's nagging about sleeping early that I forgot to mention in my previous post: Sleeping properly not only helps your body to regain energy and start the process of reparation and regeneration of cells, but not sleeping properly can lead not only to mental health issues but also, heart issues. Zayne, being the cardiac surgeon he is, knows what's truly best for you.

If I'm honest, even after therapy, I haven't been able to heal all what's causing me to be stressed. My panic attacks have decreased greatly but not entirely and you know what's funny about Zayne and panic attacks? Out of the four LIs he's literally the best option to help out with them: not only is he a Doctor and knows how to act in emergencies while keeping a calm and collected attitude but his evol is the best ally in these cases. Back then, whenever my panic attacks would hit me, that shit about breathing never the fuck worked with me (and I'm telling you this with all the frustration I feel just to remember) because to be aware of my breath only made me feel like it was easier to lose control over it. So I had to be given a couple of ice cubes in a bag pressed over my neck and face in order to wake up my brain from the emotional distress it was putting me into. The sudden cold sensation not only helped me to wake up but was also comforting from all the sweat you get to produce in these attcks.

So yeah, I can picture Zayne seeing that when nothing is working, he could cool off his hands to the right temperature to help you wake up from the emotional distress. His touch not only gentle but comforting, making you remember that his hands are the safest place in the world and there's no danger.

Even to these days, whenever someone touches me all of sudden, I can't help but flinch and my heart beat rises automatically, I'm not lying when I say that even for the smallest things my blood pressure rises. Around two months ago, I had to go to the Doctor bc I got sick and the nurse had to ask a few personal things that got me anxious so quickly that once we were done, my heart was running wild in my chest. The next thing the nurse did was to check on my blood pressure and guess what? It was higher than it should be. Next thing she did was to do a quick test of my blood and it was all fine, so she brushed the blood pressure as me being sick.

When I had to start therapy, the hardest part was to talk about the things that were stressing me out. It suprised me how difficult was it for me to put them into words, because the first sessions, whenever I tried to start talking, my voice trembled and my heart beat would rise, the ability to breath leaving my body with each try. The psychiatrist had to literally drug me with xanax, then rivotril just for me to calm down and be able to fucking talk lol.

I suppose this is the reason that his latest PV got me a little too emotional: he's the one who offers his heart for you to listen, he's the one who tells you that his heart holds no secrets that can't be uncovered and softly asks you to be honest. I'm sure that the topics of the card are less serious that the things I've talked about here but the point still remains; in order for you to open up, he also puts himself in a somewhat vulnerable but sincere position, making you know you're both in equal terms. You put your heart on the table, he does it too. He holds you closer for you to listen his heart, his sincerity something so soft yet endearing that I just know I'd be able to say everything.

Most of the times, to talk about these topics with a few ppl has been quite frustrating. These are things I don't talk about with my family to a certain point and my friends don't have the emotional capacity to handle such things. I know I overwhelmed them and none of them knew what to say when the topic was lying there on the table, bare and ugly. The only friend that was able to offer some support was actually someone that went through a very similar situation than me.

This is not a complaint, in life I've come to understand that most people won't feel emphaty for you unless they truly understand the meassure of what you went through and most cases, it only happens if they have experienced it by themselves. Of course, this won't stop them from trying to be kind but they probably wouldn't realize that their words could hurt you instead of helping you. My friends aren't bad, they're just rough because life has made us like that, no one in this life has been taught how to help. We learn it by experience.

That's another thing that I love about Zayne, he literally exists to help. He made it his mission in life to help. If I were to ask emotional support from him, I know he would take it as it is: a place where one is allowed to be weak. No judgments, no assumptions, just a space to feel safe to breakdown. When MC opened up to him about losing her family and how that was the reason she was having an unhealthy lifestyle lately, instead of his normal nagging, he understood her and said how she had the right to do what she could to cope with her pain but just asked her to make sure not to get injured in the process. He didn't judge her, he gave her a space to acknowledge her pain and the way she was dealing with it, and they weren't even that close back then.

I've been learning to live with this heart of mine who gets scared so easily that it's kind of funny how I came to love this fictional character whose role is to be a cardiac surgeon xD When I started to play this game nobody told me that this Doctor would literally help me heal my heart. If my body flinches when someone touches me, to see the extra care and love he touches MC with makes me feel so many things. He's been broken too many times that of course he knows how to hold something with the utmost care.

I started to play around the end of February and I'm still surprised at how Zayne's writing has checked out all the boxes in my fragile spots. He's been so therapeutic for me, and it's just surprising (and a little bit sad) how he's helped me to heal what real men (and some women) have broken in me. He's the man that has helped me the most aside from my brothers and step father who only hurt me greatly the day he decided to leave this world. It's so funny how a fictional character has done all of this to me, how his reminders about eating and sleeping properly worked for me outside of the game and how he telling me to have more confidence also helped that now I even also have a better job, (I mentioned it in another posts, but for a couple of years my mental state made it difficult for me to get a job and the jobs I was able to get later were all informal and bad paid) but I also can't help thinking that he's a man written by women after all and I wonder if some ppl in his writing team had gone through difficult situations and crafted him out of the things that helped them to heal.

Women help women at the end. I wish Zayne's writing team a long and happy life. And I wish the same for the other LI's writing teams because I know just as Zayne has helped me and other girlies to get up and keep going forward, the other guys have done the same for their girlies ❤️‍🩹

Thank you, Zayne and your writing team for making my 2024 better than the previous years and helping me to start moving in life again ❤️‍🩹

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Crave part 4

Reader x Felix

*WARNING*

contains: teasing, praising, oral (fem rec), restraints, cliff hanger. (please let me know if I missed anything)

WC: 2.6k

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Felix

The cuffs I previously grabbed are forgotten, as I worship your body, leaving nicks and kisses in my wake. I snake my arm across your body keeping you pinned to the bed. The marks turning into a pretty pink and purple paint your skin, I make a mental note of how your body squirms when I press my fingers into the sensitive bruises. I angle myself so I’m face to face with your bare core, blowing on your swollen clit. You moan, squirming your body to the sensation, I quickly pin your body down with my palm, tracing delicate circles on your stomach with my fingertips. You're overly sensitive, and I can feel your body zing with pleasure as my hands roam your sides. 

I could fuck you for days if I could. The feeling of your tight folds molding around me is something I will remember till the day I die. 

“Stop squirming,” I order, your back arches off the bed, a reaction I catch. “Do you like it when I order you around?” A small whimper is all you respond with. A chuckle leaves my lips, and I can’t help but smirk.

I have an idea.

 I lean off of you and your head whips up to look at me. I can see the pout on your face at the loss of heat, so before I walk away from you to get the next toy, I lean down and press a feather-light kiss on your lips. I groan when I pull away from you, your lips are so soft, so perfect against mine. I make my movements quickly as I grab the velvet blindfold and my chain necklace. It’s one of my favorites for many reasons. 

I walk back over to you, your body sprawled out on my bed, such a beautiful sight. I lean over to you to gently wrap the blindfold around you. I then go back to my previous position, straddling your sides and hovering over you. I stay there momentarily, admiring the slight glint of sweat coating your skin, how your chest rises and falls with each heavy breath you take, and how your hands are still above your head, acting as if they are chained, but they aren’t.

“You can move your hands, Angel.” Even though your eyes are covered, I can see the curious look on your face. Suddenly, you are brave enough to let one hand slip down and feel around the bed sheets. Your hands find their way up my arms and feel out my shoulders. Your soft hands trace every muscle of my upper body. With one sense taken away from you, all your other senses are on high alert, making you feel every movement and touch one hundred times more intense. 

The feel of your soft hands makes my eyes flutter. All I want to do is be at your complete mercy, but tonight, you're at mine. 

I dip my head down to place gentle kisses across your bare chest, your hands start to grip my shoulders reacting to the sudden feeling of my tongue circling your hardened nipple and the cold chain making contact with your heated skin.

“Felix” you whimper

I crane my head up, watching yours roll back against the pillow. Your hands have made their way into my hair, pulling at my roots. It makes me groan.

I dip my head back down and continue kissing your body, my chain leaving a cold trail across your skin. I can see the goosebumps form over your body. 

I’m only kissing you, but the way your body reacts to every little thing I do makes my cock twitch with need.  

I don’t think I’ve ever craved anyone this much, cummed this much, or entertained the idea of someone this much, but with you I could be everything and anything. I could be your prince charming or your villain if I chose, and you would be all but willing. 

I lift myself from your body and take the chain in my hands, wrapping it around my fist. “This is how we are going to play” Slowly I lower the chain to rub against your wet nipple, you flinch at the cold contact and your body squirms at the foreign feeling. “Every time you flinch” I trace the chain down further down your body, “or whimper, or even squirm” I can see the goosebumps on your skin as I venture to your heated core, the metal still cold. “Is a minute longer without my touch”. 

As i finish the rules of my little game, your lips pout and I can hear you whimper in protest. I press the metal to the mound of your pussy, just above your clit and your folds, making your whole body shake with anticipation. 

“What were the rules Angel?” 

“No whimpering, no moving” you repeat. 

“Good girl” 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ the next morning. 

You

Heat, I feel heat everywhere on my body, in my body, heat surrounds me. My eyes slowly lift and the small cast of the run breaks into the velvet room. Right, the room. I guess after last night I passed out. 

I moan as I feel that same heat slick my folds. I try to grab hold of whatever heat is making my body buzz with pleasure, but my hands are cuffed above my head. A much louder moan is dragged out of my as I feel that same heat re-enter me. “Ahh, I guess sleeping beauty if finally up” I look down, and low and beloh Felix pokes his head up from under the covers and rest his chin on the lower half of my belly. My chest rises and falls with uneven breaths as the heat I felt moments ago settles down. 

“I didn’t want to wake you” he says in the sweetest voice possible. 

“So you decided to eat me out?” I laugh. 

“I wanted breakfast” he rolls his eyes playfully, and I chuckle with him. The mention of food makes my mouth water, and soon my belly grumbles with the idea of a hefty breakfast. 

“Looks like I’m not the only one,” he murmured, his lips grazing my belly before he pushed himself up and sauntered over to the two giant doors in the corner of the room. As he opened them, a tantalizing display of identical white shirts lined the shelves, with drawers full of unworn garments waiting patiently inside. He selected a shirt and a pair of plain white panties, tossing them onto the bed with a playful grin.

“Put these on and meet me in the kitchen. I’ll whip up something delicious for you,” he said, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he winked at me. That’s when I noticed he was wearing nothing but his snug grey sweatpants, perfectly accentuating his defined chest and leaving me breathless. When did he wake up?

I buttoned up the white shirt and slid on the panties he had provided, why does he have this? Does he do this often, often enough to keep backups? How often does he bring girls to his place?

Questions run ramped through my head as I make my way out of the door of teh velvet room and follow the sound of bustling pans and soft music. There I see Felix humming along to some music as he cooks eggs on the stove. He dance along to the music that plays in the bathroom and I can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of me, warming my chest with something unfamiliar. 

“You look like your having fun” I break him out of his little groov and he looks up to scan my naked legs. 

“And you look absolutely edible,” he teases, his eyes dancing with mischief. It’s true; I’m wearing very little. The white button-up shirt drapes over me, falling to the middle of my thighs, while the barely-there cotton panties do little to conceal the aftermath of Felix’s earlier tantalization.

But the heated moment dwindles as my stomach lets out a soft growl, reminding me of my hunger. “Come on and eat,” he urges, his voice smooth as he gestures to the counter.

I take my seat at the marble counter, anticipation simmering as Felix places a plate full of sizzling eggs and crispy bacon in front of me. I can’t help but hum in delight as I dig into the delicious spread. “You like it?” he asks, sliding in close beside me, his warmth radiating as he adds a piece of toast to my plate.

“It’s amazing,” I reply, words muffled as I savor every bite. A light laugh escapes us, and we share a comfortable silence, letting the food and chemistry between us speak for itself.

“So,” I break the stillness, a sly smile playing on my lips, “last night—”

“Was the best night ever,” he interrupts, his gaze steady and intense. Heat rushes to my cheeks at his words, and I can’t help but recall just how incredible last night truly was, making my thighs instinctively press together. But I remind myself to stay focused; I know nothing about this mysterious man, and I have so many questions lingering in the air between us.

“Can i ask you something?” I tip toe around my words, as he waits patiently to continue. “How many women do you bring to that room?” I should be asking more important questions that that, I should be asking why he has a closet full of these shirts or a drawer full of panites? I should ask why he has that room or what happens when I leave him today? Will I see him again? Will this become a distant memory?

He stays silent for a moment. And then he get up from his stool, takes my plate and walk over to the sink. He turns on the water to rinse off the dishes and starts to speak, “I can’t tell you how many women I’ve shown that room to” he sets the plates down and turns around to look me in the eye, he leans against the counter of the sink and crosses his arms, “but I can tell you I’ve only ever let 3 women sleep the night in that room” he tilts his head as I think over his words, “and if your wondering about the closet full of shirts and the drawer full of panites, its because I’m a very particular man, and my…sensual activities are also extremely particular” he explains but it only has me questioning more. 

I bite my lip as I think, but his stare catches me off guard. I remember his words from last night “The only person that can bite this lip is me, don’t damage something so precious.” I release my lip, and its like he’s been holding a breath. I watch him relax back into the counter, and even more questions arize. 

Suddenly, the air becomes much thicker than before. The time has come for the awkward morning goodbye. Reality is like a heavy anvil crashing down onto me. Even though he could say last night was the best night of his life, that's all it was—a night, a single night shared in a moment of heat….a hookup. 

“I guess it’s time for me to go,” I say as I get up. Thank you so much for breakfast. I’ll grab my clothes.” Quickly, I turn around to the couch from last night, where my dress and shoes are neatly folded on the cushions. 

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Shit shit. I’ve never done this before, how do I make her stay. I’ve never wanted a girl to stay here before, so how do you tell her not to go? 

I pace around the living room,, thinking of ways to stopfrom leaving, but nothing comes to mind, not. Nothingd change the fact that we are both complete strangers with no strings attached. 

My chest aches at the thought of not seeing her eyes one more time, not being able to kiss her petal like lips, how the hell do I get her to stay…unless. 

The click of her heels becomes louder and louder until I see her fiddling with her purse, her hair a shivel array of messy strands that make her look irresistible. “Okay I think I have everything” she announces, starting to make her way to me front door. 

“Oh?” Panic ignites in my chest as I realize what’s at stake.

“Yup, I guess this is it, then,” she shrugs, but there’s an unguarded vulnerability in her eyes, a flicker of hesitation that stirs something deep within me. 

“It doesn’t have to be,” I say, my voice low and earnest as I reach out, my fingertips barely grazing the space between us. Please, please don’t leave me like this. 

Her brow furrows, curiosity mixing with confusion as she waits for me to unveil my thoughts. “I told you I’m a particular man, but you—there’s something intoxicating about you. It’s pulling me in,” I confess, struggling to explain this whirlwind of emotions that feel both exhilarating and terrifying. My usual detachment falters under the weight of her presence; the thought of her walking away sends a surge of longing that crashes through me. “Just… please, don’t go.” 

Her eyes lock onto mine, filled with intrigue but also caution. “What exactly do you suggest I do?” she challenges, her voice steady yet laced with tension. She’s sharp, and I know there’s no way she’d just stay without demanding the truth. I can sense the flood of questions swirling behind her gaze, yet I’m bound by secrets that tighten my throat. 

“You could become my submissive,” I propose, the words spilling from my lips like silk, and my heart races at the surprise that washes over her features. 

“Your what!” She exclaims, eyes wide with disbelief and something akin to excitement. 

“It’s not what you think,” I reassure her, stepping slightly closer, feeling the magnetic pull between us grow stronger. “It could work in both directions. When you asked about the women in that room, I didn’t share the whole story. I’m particular, yes, but something is differnt here… I know you can feel it too.” 

I can see the cogs turning in her mind, a mix of intrigue and apprehension. “So, you’re like a real-life Christian Grey, then?” she asks cautiously, a hint of mischief dancing in her voice.

I chuckle softly, a grin creeping onto my face. “If that’s how you want to label me.” I step forward, closing the distance, but she flinches slightly, retreating just enough to remind me of the boundaries we tread. “But it’s still me.” 

“I know,” she breathes, her voice thick with uncertainty, her gaze darting around the room, as if searching for solid ground in this dizzying willingness to explore. “It’s just… I still don’t know you fully, and now you’re asking me to stay and be your submissive—or switch, or whatever…” She exhales sharply, her cheeks flushed, as if the very idea sends a thrill through her. “I don’t know.” 

With every word, the air thickens between us, charged with an intoxicating blend of fear, curiosity, and desire. 

“It's a lot, I understand. Just think about it.” I smile. " Text me if you change your mind or if you have any questions.” I hold out my hand for her phone. Please, I can’t let you go. 

Reluctantly, you pull out your phone and let me enter my number. After that, I walk you to the door and out, where the elevator still is. You walk in silently and turn to press the button. 

Before the door closes, you whisper under your breath, “Goodbye Felix”

“Goodbye Angel…for now.”

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A/N: this isn't important by any means, but I'm posting this on my birthday☺ !!!

[demonsword586]

Leviathan Attacker part 4

( apoligise this took so long,especially for a short chapter. I had to take a few days of rest for my mental health. Also,yes it starts with the first pic. Don't question why it's so strangely writen. I think it was meant to go by exaclly where we left off)

Especially if you were both in the midst of an intense time where both of you were on fire and sweating from the heat,not the cold.

So you tightened your lower stomach as if to tell him about the situation.

Leviathan: !!!

Leviathan's reaction was as violent as when he had thrust into you without a warning.

His eyes widened and he flinched as if was startled.

At that moment,a momentary gap opened between your hole and his cock and the newly accumulated cum inside it spurted out loudly.

You wanted to enjoy his reaction,but your head felt like it was going white as well,thanks to Leviathan's cock which tightened as you tightened your grip inside your lower stomach and glued him to the inner wall.

Leviathan: It's narrow...and warm...

Leviathan smiled brightly in satisfaction and the tears pooling inside his eyes,rolled right off and soaked his cheeks.

A handsome man,more beautifully crafted than a delicate chandelier of jewels,smiling and crying at the same time.

It turned you on without realizing and you tightened yourself below again.

Then Leviathan's cock spasmed inside you,and you felt his tip kiss your innermost wall.

In the very next moment,you coudn't stop a stabbing sensation similar to a contraction surging through you.

Squirt!

Hot stream of water sprayed between your legs.

MC: (Ugh!...what?...I just peed something?!...This is embarrassing!!)

It had even splatered on Leviathan's lower stomach as well.

Mc: Ha!..Ha!...Ha!...

It was pleasure enought to make your bottom buck up and down.

While you were experiencing that level of pleasure,Leviathan had a look of amazement like he had found what he was looking for in your tightened insides.

After a few moments of getting the hang of it,you tightened your grip on the inside of your lower stomach once again.

Then,Leviathan's back buckled again.

Leviathan: Don't hold back.

The chains on his horns clanked,clanked as his body jerked with each thrust.

The sound turned you on even more and you grunted,straining your inner muscles even harder.

Leviathan: I told you. Not. To hold back.

And then,as you felt Leviathan's cock engage your inner flesh without a gap, a shudder of utter pleasure raced through your body once more.

You didn't hold back the strange sensations you felt beneath you,but strained instead.

Squirt-! Squirt-!!

MC: Ahh....Ahhh!!!

With a tremendous surge of pleasure,the water gushed like a fountain between your legs,this time splashing and dripping onto Leviathan's upper chest and chin.

At the same time,his horns dripped with a milky liquid that had been flowing for who knew how long.

It was now difficult to find a place where you and his entire body were dry.

When you squezzed inwardly, Leviathan reacted loudly and penetrated you in the deepest places,then you squezzed inwardly again and Leviathan...

At first it was something you did to reassure Leviathan,but at some point it changed the order and he swept you away.

Excited that the water coming from you was wetting such a beautiful being as Leviathan,you spewed it out with the intention to empty your stomach.

MC: Urgh,ugh..ugh!!

You left out a stifled, strangled moan and for a moment you even felt like your life was being threatened.

It felt so good that you thought your body would melt and your mind would be blown.

At the same time, you were so out of breath from ejaculating so much that you didn't have the strenght to lift a single finger.

MC: (I don't even have the energy to speak...)

It felt like all your strenght and spirit had been sucked out of you,leaving you a shell.

But Leviathan was still moving and the pleasure did not stop.

You thought you would pass out at this point,so you decided to find a way to calm Leviathan down a little.

Then as your fingertips groped the sheets,unable to resist the pleasure of Leviathan's unrelenting thrusts,something caught your grasp.

It was a luxurious curtain ribbon made of silk.

Feeling Leviathan move faster and faster,you managed to reach out and wrap it around his neck.

And strangled him with it.

[bigwishes]

I would love to be forced to carry some heavy weight. You know. Like some really heavy shit. Be forced to have some real pressure on me. I’m willing to be cursed for anything. Do what you will. I’m yours. 😈

Ya wanna be strong? carry some heavy weight? some extremely heavy weight? be forced under some extreme pressure? well I think I have the perfect situation for you my friend just be warned there is no going back from this one.

I think I should introduce you to my friend Max, he's your average jock, likes to run, lift, play sports, but he has a little bit of a dark streak. Ya see Max asked me a few days ago to permanently be the boss of a guy, to control his every move, to make him his, for it to be impossible for him to be disobeyed and I think I might give you to him. But not in the way You think.

You wake up only your view is different, its like an out of body experience, like you are astral projecting only you can't move around and you seem to be stuck at the bottom of a bed staring up at the ceiling. Suddenly you are lifted up and moved. The feeling of warm scratchy carpet touches the bottom of you and you feel warm and tingly. You hear a man's voice groan and yawn and suddenly three fingers are down scratching the side of you.

You still can't figure out what's going on and it seems neither can your new owner. You feel weight suddenly press down on you as half of you is lifted up and then pressed back into the ground against the scratchy carpet. Each step is strange, you feel your skin glisten with sweat and you feel whatever you are carrying get ever so slightly heavier. You hear the muttering of a young man checking off his morning to do list and out of curiosity you look up to see not much more than an ankle and the realisation hits. You've been turned into a pair of feet for a young athlete. You can't move on your own and you are forced to follow his command and he walks and moves completely in control, but you feel something strange with each step something he doesn't notice.

After a few hours of him getting ready the scratchy sensation of the carpet changes to cold pressed tile as you were now in his bathroom.

"Fuck why are my feet so sweaty" you hear the man say as he goes to pull on a pair of socks over the top of you.

The course fabric pulled over you cuts off your vision, all you have is feeling now, it feels course and rough but, slowly it becomes wet and slimy as the sweat coming off of you seeps into the fabric and clings to you. You feel yourself tightly squeezed into runners and hear a comment about the shoes being too small. It wasn't long before the sweat you were produced completely tainted the shoes too.

You heard a door close and a sudden bouncing as Max started out his morning job. You felt the weight of his entire body press down on you over and over, but that strange feeling continued, he felt heavier and heavier the more you moved. About half an hour later you could hear Max desperately gasping for air and some worried muttering about what was happening to him. The Jogging turned into casual walking but it wasn't long before you heard a loud rip and the sense of pressure release as you had busted out of the front of his shoes.

"ah fuck" Max said picking up the pace of his walking. A loud welt slapping sound rang out from his every move as the slimy wet shoes slapped against the pavement, a few minutes later and another loud rip, you could see out of a small hole now as his big toe had burst through the front of Max's sock.

You could hear him desperately try and pick up the pace, taking as wide as steps as possible, almost like he was doing the splits with each step on his way home. The weight pressing down on you was almost unbearable, if you weren't specifically built for this purpose you would have been crushed by now but you still ached as you moved the weight with each step.

You heard the jingling of keys and a door open, lifted up on a step and placed straight on the itchy carpet once more, by now the shoes and socks were nothing but ripped pieces of fabric left behind on the street. You felt as the carpet sucked some of the sweat off of you and you could see the cream colour turn a sour yellow as it drank up the sweat. Slowly Max moved his body and you made a loud echoing thud each time you connected with the floor, the weight increasing and getting worse. By now Max was almost swaying side to side with each step and you could hear him out of breath simply walking from the front door to his bedroom.

Max slowly wobbled in front of the mirror and you could finally see the weight you had been carrying around all day.

A giant beast, thick with muscle and covered in hair. He dripped with sweat and the fog of B.O was almost visible and stench radiated off his body. Max sat how on his bed lifting the weight off you and giving you a small break but sweat till poured off you like a waterfall, the sweatiest place on his body.

Max sniffed under his pits and his face turned sour as he turned his head away from the awful smell. You felt yourself lifted up off the ground as Max lifted one of his feet up to rest on his knee. You watched as he learnt forward towards you and he took a sniff, he gagged at the ungodly stench produced by you and stood up. Once again you felt the crushing pressure of this giant pressing down on you. You heard the floorboards under the carpet rumble with every step as he made his way to the bathroom, you heard the loud wet slap as he took steps on the tiling. You ran you under nice warm water which was soothing but you could still feel the sweat pumping out of you. Max tried you off with a nice fluffy towel but you were already wet before you could even reach the ground again, a loud wet slap rang out as you collided with the tile and a few moments later you were half submerged in a pool of salty sweat as a puddle had formed under you.

Max sighed walking out of the bathroom not sure what to do, and with each step you felt the weight on top of you increase slightly more and more.

It seems you both got what you wanted, Max wanted to be the boss of a guy forever and now he has you, unable to deny what he commands you to do, nothing more than an extension of his body.

You wanted to carry a weight and feel the pressure, well every step Max takes will make your wish come more true as each step will cause him to gain 1/4 pound of muscle, constantly getting bigger and bigger to pin you underneath more and more weight. You'll get bigger too, currently size 17 but the bigger he gets the more support he'll need so expect to grow longer and wider as your days as his disgustingly rank feet continue.

I hope you are both very happy together.

[bubbleebubz]

I can't handle change pt 1.5

SORTA SMUTT!!! FEM MASTERBATION SLIGHTLY, READER IS A VIRGIN AND HAS NO EXPIERIENCE!!

I'm awoken to a cold sensation between my legs, a cold water bottle slide off the blanket and between my thighs, its condensation giving me chills, making my nipples harden from the cold abrupt feeling, and a thing of strawberry yogurt. I look around, finding Spencer still next to me, where he was when I fell asleep, but now he too was in a light slumber, his head resting on the window next to him. I smile and see the damp sticky note on the yogurt. "Eat this, we don't need your lack of energy to ruin the case", it read. I roll my eyes. I stare at the strawberry yogurt in front of me for a minute, pushing my lack of appetite and craving for coffee aside and gobble the yogurt down and chug the water. "Good girl" I feel a breath in my ear causing me to jump, I whip my head over to look at him, just to see him with a shit eating grin but still 'sleeping'. I groan in irritation after feeling another weird sensation between my legs, clenching them together to relive the unknown tension.

"Spencer I know your awake, it wasn't a ghost." I whisper, looking around to see if anyone was still awake. But nope, they were all out like a light.

"We will be landing in 15 minutes" Spencer whispers again but this time does not attempt to fake sleep. I slap him out of fear. "Stop doing that" I whisper yell at him. He puts his hands up "it's not MY fault your so jumpy" He exclaims with a grin.

We get off the jet, in the middle of no where Texas.

"Ok team, because this town is so old and small, there is only one motel, meaning we will need to share rooms. So, Emily and JJ, Morgan and Garcia, Me and Rossi, leaving Y/N and Reid. " Hotch says, looking down at the notes he has taken. "What, Hotch you can't make me bunk with her" Spencer says, annoyance clear in his voice. "Yes I can, Reid, this is the pairing its always been, but Y/N is new, so you cant be in your own room any longer." Hotch says, brows furrowed. Spencer scoffs in annoyance grabbing the room key, before walking off and past me. "I get the bed closest to the door" He mumbles before I follow behind him. "Okie dokie, but I get the shower first" I say, not all to happy on the situation either.

We get to the room that thankfully has 2 beds, I set my go-bag down on the chair before grabbing my pajama's and bathroom products and entering the bathroom, shutting the door behind me.

"Locks broken, just my luck" I mumble before undressing and turning the shower on and turning the temperature up to the hottest setting due to the old pipes and the slow heating.

I wait impatiently for the water to heat up before getting in, letting the steaming water cascade down my body. A shudder leaves my body making me let out a sigh. My thoughts start racing to earlier. The strange sensation between my thighs returning. "Good girl" My brain plays in memory. I slip a hand between my thighs, exploring my parts. A moan leaving my lips at the new sensation. I rip my hand away in fear before finishing my shower in a rush and running out of the bathroom in my pajamas. "Hey, you ok? You were making some strange noises in there" Spencer asks, now in a pair of grey sweats and a black t shirt, he was laying on his bed reading a book. An un-noticeable bulge in his pants, but it was noticeable to her, everything was noticeable to her right now. Her eyes were glued as he stared at her, waiting an answer. He smirks, confused by how on edge she was.

"Y/N" He says, catching her attention. "yeah? hmm?" She asks, gazing back up to his eyes. "Are you okay? You were making noises in the shower" he says, still smirking.

"Oh yeah no, I mean ya, I'm good, just some new things, I don't know, s'all" She says, rubbing the back of her neck nervously.

He just nods, letting her off the hook.

She lays down on her bed. "I'm going to bed now, goodnight Spencer" She says quickly.

She falls asleep, the wetness between her legs still evident.

[littlest-w01f]

Cold

"Temprature play" with:

Zayne x Reader

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

Summary: After you fall sick with a heatstroke, Zayne takes on the responsibility of taking care of you

Cw:

You curled up on the couch, your body wracked with heat. Zayne knelt beside you on the bed, concern etched on his face as he gently brushed sweat-dampened strands of hair from your forehead. His fingers lingered, tracing the curve of your cheek before cupping your flushed skin. "I'm here, sweetheart. Let me help you undress." He murmured, his breath warm against your ear. "We need to get you comfortable and chilled."

With tender care, Zayne slipped off your shoes, you helped him the best you could, then peeled away your clothes until you lay bare beneath the thin blanket. His gaze roamed over your curves, drinking in the sight of your skin and watching the goosebumps on your body formed by the cool air. After he pulled at the sweats you were wearing, his hands skimmed down your sides, feeling the rise and fall of your chest. "I've got you, y/n."

Zayne's hands continued their soothing exploration as he set you in his bed, his hands getting colder from his Evol to counter the heat from yours. He gently kissed your temple, his cold lips lingering there for a moment before trailing lower, brushing across your cheekbone.

"Some cold lemonade should help you feel better," He hummed, "And you need some electrolytes in you."

"Zayne...?" You mewl softly, head aching a little, "Just stay for a moment..."

"Then let's try to cool you down, Hmm?" He whispered, slipping a hand beneath the blanket to press against your sides. His hand is like ice against your burning flesh, providing instant relief. His other hand found its way to your stomach, lightly circling around your belly.

His kisses trailed further, exploring the sensitive hollow of your throat while his thumb reached up to trace the underside of your breast, teasing at the edge of your nipple. The sensation sent sparks through your veins, momentarily distracting you from the heat.

"Mmm…" A soft moan escaped your lips as Zayne's thumb teased along your breasts, his touch both cooling and arousing against your feverish skin. His mouth continued its path of hot kisses down your neck, teeth grazing ever so slightly against your pulse point. One hand remained splayed across your stomach, pressing firmly as if to anchor you, while the other slid fully around to cup the weight of your breast. His thumb and forefinger rolled and pinched you, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core.

"I want to make you feel good, sweetheart," Zayne murmured against your skin, his voice low and husky with desire. "Let me take care of you."

With the temperature dropping from his Evol, your body began to relax further under Zayne's attentive ministrations. The cool air caressed your damp skin, making goosebumps rise in its wake. Your breathing slowed, and the pounding in your head receded as the chill seeped into your muscles, easing the tension.

Zayne's skilled fingers continued their exploration, gliding down your torso to dip into your navel before resuming their path southward. He traced the curve of your hip, his palm skating over the swell of your ass before delving between your thighs. His hand was a haven of icy calm amidst the simmering heat of your core. "Mmm, you're so responsive," Zayne purred, his voice tinged with admiration and lust. "Your body craves my touch."

The coolness of Zayne's hand against your heated flesh felt divine, each stroke sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. His fingers danced along your slick folds, teasing at your entrance before slipping inside. The contrast of his cold fingers against your wet warmth made your back arch off the bed, a silent plea for more.

"Mmm… Zayne," you whimpered, your voice barely above a whisper. Every movement he made only intensified the throbbing ache between your legs. His touch was both soothing and sinful, and you found yourself craving more of this strange yet exquisite sensation.

"You're so wet, sweetheart," Zayne groaned, adding another finger to stretch and fill you even more. His thumb circled your clit, applying just enough pressure to send shocks of pleasure radiating outward from your core.

As Zayne's fingers worked within you, his thumb relentlessly coaxing circles around your clit, you could do nothing but squirm beneath him. Each thrust of his fingers, each circle of his thumb, brought you closer to the edge. The combination of his cold touch and the building heat within you was an intoxicating blend of sensations.

"Zayne…" you gasped out his name, your voice laced with need. "More… please."

Without warning, Zayne pulled his hand away, leaving you empty and achingly needy. But instead of stopping there, he lifted your leg higher onto his shoulder, exposing you further to his hungry gaze. His free hand moved to grip your thigh tightly, holding it open for him as he leaned down to place a kiss directly onto your dripping slit.

As Zayne's fingers plunged deeper into your slick cunt, you could feel the chill of his Evol spreading through your most intimate places. Each thrust sent tendrils of icy bliss spiraling outwards, contrasting deliciously with the scorching heat still pulsing within you. Your inner walls clenched greedily around him, trying to draw more of that refreshing coolness into your overheated depths.

"That feels amazing," You gasped out, grinding shamelessly against his hand as he worked you open. Your hips rocked in time with his strokes, chasing the dual sensations of frigid ecstasy and fiery need that consumed you.

Droplets of perspiration trickled down your temples despite the cooling effect of Zayne's touch, evidence of the inferno still raging beneath your skin. "I love how you respond to me." He whispered looking up at you from between his legs.

"Oh... Oh Zayne..." His fingers moved expertly within you, curling upward to brush against your sweet spot with every plunge. Each flicker of contact there sent bolts of pleasure rocketing through your system, intensifying the heat coiling low in your abdomen. You squirmed beneath him, desperate for more of that tantalizing friction.

The cool air kissed your damp skin, chilling the sweat that clung to your curves. Despite the soothing effects of his Evol, your body was aflame with arousal. "More… please," you pleaded softly, writhing underneath him.

Zayne's fingers continued their relentless assault on your cunt, curling and twisting to hit all the right spots. The coolness of his touch was amplified tenfold when he brushed against your sensitive insides, sending shivers racing up and down your spine.

"Oh yes, just like that," You moaned, bucking your hips against his hand. Your inner walls gripped tightly around him, milking his digits for every bit of pleasure they could offer.

As the tension built within you, Zayne leaned down to capture one of your nipples between his teeth. He nibbled and sucked gently on the hardened peak while his free hand wandered down to tease your clit. The combination of sensations was too much; with a loud cry, you came hard on his fingers. Waves of orgasmic bliss washed over you, leaving you panting and spent beneath him.

As the aftershocks of your climax rippled through you, Zayne kept up his relentless pace, coaxing every last tremor of pleasure from your quivering body. His fingers were a masterful blend of cool and hot, driving you towards new heights of bliss.

"Mmm, look at you," Zayne growled approvingly, watching as your body convulsed beneath him. He slowly withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his lips to taste the essence of your arousal. "Delicious."

He lowered himself onto the bed, positioning himself between your spread thighs. His cock, hard and ready, pressed insistently against your soaked folds. "Mmm, fuck me... Please."

With a low, guttural groan, Zayne's clothes were on a pile on the floor, he pushed forward, pressing you down further between him and the bed. "If you insist. How can I say no?" Your body instinctively wrapped around him, relishing the feeling as he presed into you.

"Oh fuck, you feel so lovely," He hissed through gritted teeth, his hips beginning to move in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Each thrust dragged him deeper, hitting points inside you that made stars explode behind your eyelids.

Zayne's cool palms settled on either side of your head, his face inches from yours as he pounded into you with increasing fervour. The scent of sweat and sex hung heavy in the air, mingling with the faint hint of his Evol's chill. It was intoxicating, and you found yourself clinging to him, nails digging into his back as you met his thrusts with eager rolls of your own hips.

"Za- Z-" You hid your face in his neck, moaning loudly as Zayne's powerful thrusts drove him deeper into you. The sound of your ragged breaths and wanton cries echoed through the room, mingling with the lewd slap of skin on skin as he took you hard and fast.

"Take it, baby," Zayne grunted, his voice strained with exertion. "You feel incredible wrapped around me." His hands roamed your curves, squeezing and kneading as he pistoned in and out of you with reckless abandon.

The coolness of his Evol seemed to intensify with each passing moment, seeping into your very marrow and heightening every sensation. It was a stark contrast to the blazing heat of your arousal, creating an addictive mix that left you teetering on the brink of another explosive climax.

Zayne's movements became erratic, his thrusts growing harder and faster as he chased his own release. The bed creaked beneath you, the headboard slamming against the wall with each powerful snap of his hips.

"Yes, yes, don't stop!" You cried out, your nails raking down his back as you teetered on the edge of oblivion. The dual sensations of your scorching heat and his icy coolness had you wound tighter than a bowstring, ready to snap at any moment.

"Ah- I'm close... I'm close, my love." With a final, brutal thrust, Zayne buried himself to the hilt inside you. His face melted in your neck, a groan leaving his lips, his pulsing cock erupted in long, pulsing spurts, painting your inner walls with his essence. The sensation triggered your own climax, and you moaned his name as your world shattered into a million glittering pieces.

As the last echoes of your shared orgasms faded away, Zayne collapsed on top of you, his weight pressing you into the mattress. You could feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat against your chest, matching the rapid cadence of your own.

After a moment, Zayne lifted his head to gaze down at you, his eyes warm with satisfaction and affection. A lazy smile played on his lips as he brushed a strand of sweat-dampened hair from your forehead.

"Now I that fucked you, you will have your water." Zayne rolled off of you with a satisfied grunt, his tone strict, fully your doctor, leaving no room for disagreements, his softened cock slipping from you. He stretched languidly before padding out of the room, not caring of his nakedness. He retrieved a pitcher of ice-cold water and poured two glasses full to the brim. The condensation already beading on the outside of the glasses promised a refreshingly cool drink.

"Cuddle first?" You asked, sitting up when he entered back.

He gave you a gentle smile, "Sure, we'll clean later."

Zayne handed you the glass mixed with your prescribed electrolytes, climbing back under the covers beside you. He settled comfortably against the pillows, one arm draped casually across your waist to pull you in his lap as he sipped his water.

{LaDs Kinktober Taglist: @m00nchildwrites}

[kingofbodyrolls]

39,5°C (Fever) (m) | pjm

When you get sick you want three things; rest all day, eat your comfort food and have as many orgasms as you can.

→ Pairing: Jimin x reader (female, “Y/N”) → Genre/AU: Established relationship, non idol!au, pwp, smut, fluff if you squint → Rating: mature/explicit/R18 This is mature/explicit content, so minors, please do not interact. → Word count: 6,2k → Warnings/tags: Explicit smut in the form of, masturbation (female), fingering, nipple sucking/play, unprotected penetration (they are in an established relationship, but please use protection irl), some cock warming, a lot of orgasms, fucking while sick, OC is so fucking needy and desperate and Jimin just wants to please her. → Author's note: Thank you to everybody who follows, either for my own fics or my recs - it's much appreciated and means so much to me 🥹 So, for my 100th follower milestone, I give you this; I hope you like it 💜

Main masterlist. Cross-posted to Ao3.

Morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft hues as you slowly roused from sleep. 

Blinking away the remnants of dreams, you stretched languidly, only to realize that the warmth next to you, Jimin, was absent. 

Confusion furrowed your brow, a dull ache throbbing at your temples. It was as if your mind was wading through a fog, struggling to piece together the events leading up to this moment.

A damp sensation beneath you snapped your senses awake. 

Panic fluttered in your chest as you registered the wetness on the bed. 

Your skin prickled with discomfort, a blend of clammy sweat and shivers that chased each other up and down your spine. Hot and cold sensations mingled, creating a disorienting dance across your flesh. Your body trembled and you felt a surge of arousal run to your core, a telltale sign of a fever. 

A hand to your forehead confirmed your suspicions - heat radiated from your skin, the feverish touch undeniable. The realization sent a sinking feeling through you, an unwelcome interruption to your routine. 

You contemplated checking your temperature, not just to provide a concrete reason for your absence from work, but also to validate the intensity of what you were experiencing.

With a resigned sigh, you fumbled for the thermometer, its cool surface a stark contrast to your fevered skin. 

As you watched the numbers climb, anxiety held its breath alongside you. 39,5 degrees Celsius glared back, a glaring testament to your body’s turmoil. ‘Yikes’ barely covers the magnitude of this fever, the word echoing like an alarm in your mind.

Reluctantly, you reached for your phone, fingers dancing over the screen to dial your workplace. 

Explaining your condition to your boss felt like admitting defeat, you were rarely sick, a palpable sensation of vulnerability washing over you. The conversation passed in a blur, your voice sounding distant even in your own ears as you negotiated the details of your sick leave.

Once the call ended, you were left with the weight of the day ahead - or rather, the weight of what wouldn’t be. You really love your damn office job. Resignation settled in as you acknowledged that rest was your sole agenda. 

This was no mere inconvenience; it was a mandate from your own body, an uncompromising insistence on self-care.

Your thoughts drift through a dense fog, each one a weighty presence that seems to slow time itself. 

Amidst this mental haze, a singular desire emerges, commanding your attention like a beacon in the darkness; to get off.

When you get sick, you’re out of commission, but Jimin possesses remarkable resilience, bouncing back from ailments with an almost enviable speed. He might slow his pace a tad, yet he’s soon up and running again, his vigor only temporarily dimmed. 

However, your own journey through illness is an entirely different narrative. When illness casts its shadow upon you, it’s as if the world grinds to a halt - a relentless fog that blankets your thoughts and body. 

You only want three things really; rest all day, eat your comfort food and have as many orgasms as you can.

It’s a craving that rises like a tempest, demanding to be acknowledged. 

The desire for intimacy, for the warmth and connection that only your boyfriend can provide, becomes a beacon in the haze of your illness. It’s a need that fluctuates in intensity, an ebb and flow that mirrors the unpredictable nature of your symptoms. 

In a daze, you squeeze your thighs together while dirty fantasies run through your mind.

Determinedly, you set your sights on the first craving: a day of uninterrupted rest. 

As the world outside continues its bustling rhythm, you cocoon yourself in a cocoon of blankets, the soft embrace of your bed a sanctuary from the demands of the day. A season of your cherished TV show flickers on the screen before you, its familiar characters and storylines a comforting companion in this isolated respite. 

Yet, even the most captivating narrative can’t entirely distract from the persistent itch of restlessness. As episodes blur into one another, you find your mind wandering, the confinement of your surroundings reflecting the confines of your own body. 

The hours stretch, each minute an elastic band tugging at your patience.

The promise of comfort food beckons like a siren’s call, and soon, the aromatic allure of pizza fills the room. 

You indulge in its cheesy embrace, the combination of flavors a temporary reprieve from both your physical discomfort and the monotony of your confinement. The first bite is a symphony of sensations - crisp crust giving way to a burst of savory satisfaction, a moment of bliss that lingers on your taste buds. But even indulgence has its limits. 

As the pizza slices dwindle and the ice cream follows suit, the novelty wanes, leaving behind a subtle undertone of longing. You try navigating the vast expanse of social media, but it yields little in the way of fulfillment, each swipe a fleeting encounter with curated lives that only serve to amplify the quiet void within.

Your energy reserves are far too depleted to muster the focus required for anything more substantial.

In time, you discover yourself reclined upon the bed’s embrace, solitary in Jimin’s absence, your eyes are gently shut, a willing surrender to the world’s demands, while the low sensual R&B beats of your beloved ‘dirty hoe’ Spotify playlist weave a cocoon around your senses, cradling you in a symphony of horny melodies on an endless loop. 

You rub your thighs together and get lost in the bliss of the feeling. You’ve got nothing to do. Might as well do yourself.

Your fingers glaze the top of your panties, digging deeper until you reach the spot just over your clit. 

Rubbing circles on your clothed clit, you spread your legs and throw your head back into the bed, already feeling the beginning of an arousal. You can’t help the sweet noises that escape your mouth, as you roll your hips in search of more friction. 

You press harder on your clit, imagining it’s Jimin’s hands instead of yours, knowing that he would be able to make you climax in a matter of minutes. 

Pinching your clit, you let out a high pitched moan as you feel the knot in your stomach forming. 

Images of Jimin flash before your eyes, him kissing you deliciously, fucking you like it was the last time.

Beads of sweat gather along the precipice of your hairline, a glistening testament to the fevered symphony playing out within. 

Each breath you draw is a ragged melody, a reminder of the battle your body wages against the searing heat that courses through you. You set a fast pace, rubbing mindlessly, as you pant for air. 

Almost there, you can feel it coming. 

In frustration, you pinch your clit again and come undone with a scream of Jimin’s name. 

Your body thrashes around the bed, as you come down from your climax. 

Your thoughts wade through a dizzying haze, an intricate labyrinth where clarity is but a fleeting visitor. Meanwhile, your body becomes a canvas of discomfort, a sticky and clammy landscape painted by the relentless brushstrokes of sweat. 

You register an uncomfortable wetness between your legs, and discard your soaked panties to the floor.

Your body remains a furnace, its warmth radiating through every fiber as you continue to draw breath in ragged gasps. Seeking relief, you shift onto your stomach, a desperate attempt to find a position that might offer some respite. 

Your hand gropes beneath the pillow, finding the cool touch of your phone. Fingers trembling slightly, you navigate to Instagram in pursuit of distraction, a temporary escape from the confines of your condition.

Yet, the respite is fleeting, evaporating like mist in the face of a relentless sun. Your desires surge once more, a hunger that refuses to be quelled. The allure of the digital world fades in comparison to the voracious craving that commands your attention, rendering your attempts at diversion feeble and futile.

You surrender to the tempest within, rolling onto your back as your hands traverse the landscape of your fevered body, fingers tracing the contours of your clammy skin. 

They land on your already pebbled nipples, and you give them a hard tug, moaning and rolling your hips mindlessly. 

Jimin's cotton shirt adheres to your skin like a second layer, a tactile reminder of the stickiness that has become an unwelcome companion. 

With a sudden resolve, you sit up, a surge of urgency propelling you as you shed the shirt in a swift motion, the fabric slipping away like the bonds of discomfort being cast aside.

In a matter of seconds, your hands return to your breast, cupping them like Jimin usually does. 

Your fingers run over your nipples again, and you feel a tingle run down your spine. As you tug and pinch your nipples, you imagine it’s Jimin doing it. 

The way he would lick your perked buds, occasionally giving them a light bite has your walls clenching around nothing. 

You moan, thinking about the pleasure Jimin usually delivers to you with his plush and wet tongue. 

One of your hands leaves your breast to travel down to your throbbing naked pussy. 

Spreading your legs, you find your clit and give it a few rubs. 

Your fingers glide easily, as your clit is covered in your earlier orgasm. Your fingers travel down to your folds, opening yourself up more. 

Sticking one of your fingers into your warm cunt is easy with the insane amount of arousal pooled there. 

You groan in pleasure, as you stick another finger into your clenching hole. 

Rolling your hips, you begin to fuck yourself as your other hand is pinching and tugging a nipple. 

Once more, a hazy fog blankets your thoughts, veiling your mental landscape in a disorienting mist. 

In this moment, your deepest wish unfurls - a longing for Jimin’s presence, his soothing touch, the steady rhythm of his breath and the unfaltering warmth of his embrace to tether you amidst the turbulence of your body’s rebellion. 

The feeble attempt you make to alleviate your distress pales in comparison to the soothing magic that Jimin's touch possesses. It's a stark reminder of the chasm between your efforts and his unparalleled comfort. 

Nonetheless, in this interim of absence, your makeshift remedy will have to suffice, bridging the gap between your yearning for relief and the eventual embrace of his return.

You think about Jimin fucking you with his thick cock, stretching your pussy deliciously. 

Hitting your g-spot, and thrusting into you with fervor, while his balls hit your folds. The imagination, a force as potent as it is relentless, takes hold of you with unyielding fervor, reducing the barriers between reality and desire to mere dust. 

In its wake, you sense the foundations of your resolve begin to erode, like cliffs succumbing to the relentless assault of waves. 

Squelching sounds fill the room, as you finger yourself frantically, searching for another release. 

A palpable tension simmers, coiling like a slumbering tempest just beneath the fragile surface of your composure and when the image of Jimin fucking you gets too much, you moan loudly as another orgasm coats your walls. 

Your chest rises and falls in desperate rhythms, each breath a struggle as you labor to coax your body into a state of surrender.

A gnawing sense of insufficiency takes root, an undeniable truth that settles like an ache in the core of your being. 

Compelled to fill this void, you reach for your laptop, your fingers dancing across the keyboard to unearth a video - a cherished artifact of you and Jimin. 

As the footage unfolds before you, you stick your fingers into your already drenched pussy again. 

As the symphony of sounds spills forth, a captivating crescendo that weaves through the air, your gaze becomes ensnared by the screen's luminous embrace, you fuck yourself again, while you rub your clit with your other hand.

“Ah, Y/N, you’re so tight! You’re taking me so well.” Jimin's voice pours forth, a mellifluous cascade that saturates the room, its dulcet tones mingling with the very air you breathe, a sweet intoxication that leaves you hovering on the edge of delirium, rolling your eyes while you search for yet another release. 

You add another finger into your throbbing pussy as the screen shows Jimin fucking you from behind. 

A moan leaves your lips, mixing with squelching sounds from your pussy and the obscene sounds from the laptop.

“This pussy was made for me, ah.” video Jimin says followed with a slap to your ass. 

Your pussy clenches around your fingers. Your clit is throbbing with your fast rubbing on it and you insert another finger into your cunt, finally feeling a small stretch. 

You feel your orgasm approaching rapidly, with the images of your home made porn playing before your hooded eyes unraveling you.

“Fuck! I’m coming!” and then you’re orgasming to the sound and visual of Jimin releasing inside your warm and spent pussy. 

Your body throbs with a weary cadence, each pulse echoing the exhaustion that courses through you, leaving you feeling spent, both physically and emotionally. 

The discomfort intensifies, a relentless reminder of your sticky, sweat-slicked state that clings to you like an unwelcome second skin, refusing to relent. 

You draw in ragged breaths, your lungs yearning for air as you hastily halt the video's playback, the sudden cessation of sound echoing the turbulence within your chest.

Tired, you envelop yourself in the gentle glow of the screen, as you dive into another episode of your treasured TV series. You lay in your bed, naked, with only the covers draping your legs. 

The door’s soft creak heralds Jimin’s return, his presence a soothing balm to the quietude that has wrapped itself around you. 

As his eyes fall upon your prone form nestled within the sheets, his gaze deepens with understanding - silent communication that transcends words. 

Without a syllable spoken, he knows about your illness.

A gentle smile dances at the corners of his lips, a mixture of concern and affection that paints his features. His voice, warm and tender, breaks the silence, the words like a soft caress against your weary senses. 

“How many, baby?” 

The question hangs in the air, laden with a delicate balance of worry and steadfast promise that he’s here to shoulder the burden of your discomfort alongside you.

With the mere entrance of Jimin's presence, a subtle electric current courses down the length of your spine, a tingling sensation that dances between the realms of anticipation and recognition, as you rub your thighs together and bite your lip, “Three.”

A gentle chuckle escapes from his plush lips, a melodic sound that unfurls like a whisper of warmth, as he strides toward the bed and eases down beside you, his presence a soothing balm to your discomfort.

“You know it’s a vital part of my self-care ritual whenever fever pays me a visit,” you protest, your lips pursing in a playful pout that hints at a mixture of defiance and endearing vulnerability.

“Yeah, I know about your fever horniness,” his laughter erupts with a resonant force, a vibrant symphony that reverberates through his entire being, yet his approach is marked by a smirk that dances across his lips, an alluring blend of amusement and intention.

“What do you need, baby?” 

His finger traces a tantalizing path over the sensitive expanse of your ass and thighs, each touch akin to a lightning bolt of sensation that ignites a perilous shiver, sending a cascade of exhilaration down the length of your spine. In its wake, a fresh wave of desire surges, pooling on your pussy.

A gulp tightens your throat, a visible testament to the sudden intensity of the moment, while your breath catches in your chest, a gasp that hangs in the charged air like an unspoken invitation, “Your dick and your tongue.”

“Hmmm, I don’t know,” a playful smirk graces his lips, a mischievous expression that hints at a secret understanding, as his touch traces a tantalizing path along the contours of your waist as he feels his dick throb with want.

“You started without me,” he utters the words in a mock pout, his tone a blend of teasing and longing, as his fingers dip down to your pussy with deliberate intent, trailing a path that ignites a symphony of sensations. 

You raise your hips in search of more of his touch.

“I’m sorry. But I couldn’t wait…” A frustrated whimper escapes your lips, a raw sound that encapsulates the intensity of your desires and the ache for more. 

You just want to get off again.

“I know, baby. You probably did so good by yourself, huh?” 

His gaze drinks in the contours of your naked form, an appreciative hunger that's palpable, causing goosebumps to rise like a symphony across the landscape of your skin.

“Not as good as when you touch me. I need your touch, Jimin.” 

In a voice etched with ragged urgency, you plead, the words a raw testament to the overwhelming desire that courses through you, while your lustful eyes blink rapidly, revealing the depth of your need.

He seizes a generous handful of your ass, an electrifying touch that sends shockwaves of pleasure reverberating through your being. In response, you groan, your very essence melting under the mastery of his hands, reduced to pliable putty that he molds with deliberate expertise.

You open your legs invitingly, showing him your glistening pussy, “Won’t you come taste me?”

A teasing flick of his tongue moistens his lips, a gesture loaded with an unspoken promise, as he inches closer to you, his presence a tantalizing magnetism that sends anticipation crackling through the air. 

His form hovers over yours, a suspended moment pregnant with the weight of desire and the thrill of what's to come.

“Since you asked so nicely.” 

In a voice dipped in seductive tones, he murmurs the words, a sultry invitation that hangs in the charged space between you, as he positions himself on his knees. 

The fabric of his shirt yields to his skilled fingers, sliding off his form in a fluid motion that reveals the sculpted contours of his body, each movement a declaration of intent. His bare chest emerges into view, an arresting sight that captures your gaze and holds it captive, a canvas painted with the contours of his sculpted form. 

Your eyes trace the lines of his delicious abs, his ‘Nevermind’ tattoo, a visual feast that leaves you with an insatiable hunger, and your fingers, guided by a magnetic pull, begin to explore his torso with a reverent touch.

He leans in with a calculated grace, his intent clear in the intensity of his gaze, as both of his hands find the curves of your breasts, his palms cupping them with a touch that conveys possession and longing. 

A moan of pleasure escapes your lips, a raw sound that encapsulates the exquisite sensation that courses through you, as his hands remain a source of warmth on your fevered form, a stark contrast that heightens the sensory journey. 

An involuntary surge of sensation propels your body, causing your back to arch with a fervent response, an unspoken invitation for more of his touch, as he begins to roll your nipples. 

He leans his head down, giving a nipple a quick lick before he captures it in his warm mouth. He sucks lightly at first, while he pinches your other nipple.

The melodic cadence of your sounds forms an intoxicating symphony, an improvised composition that resonates in the charged air, while a surge of arousal courses through you, electrifying your senses and heightening the fervor of the moment.

One of Jimin's hands embarks on an exploratory journey down the landscape of your body, a purposeful exploration that leads to your pussy, where his touch transforms into an unyielding grasp, squeezing your clit with a deliberate force that ignites a symphony of pleasure-pain.

You release a crescendo of uninhibited sounds, each one a testament to the exquisite sensitivity that courses through you, a maelstrom of sensations amplified by the presence of your already three orgasms.

His fingers, a skillful symphony of touch, bestow a few tantalizing rubs to your clit, a prelude to the main act that follows. 

With deliberate intent, he slides a finger into the depths of your wet pussy, each movement a rapturous dance that sends shockwaves of pleasure through your every nerve ending.

“So wet,” a chuckle, laced with both amusement and desire, escapes his lips, the room now painted with an intimate soundscape as the squelching echoes through the air. 

His single finger, a masterful conductor of sensations, explores the depths of your being, each thrust a declaration of intent that creates a symphony of pleasure only the two of you share.

He returns to his skilled ministrations sucking on one of your nipples, a sensation that unfurls like a velvet caress, while his other hand continues its purposeful exploration, working to fuck you open with a deliberate determination that merges pleasure with a heady sense of anticipation.

A surge of urgency courses through you, compelling your hips to roll with a fervent rhythm, an instinctive dance that strives to align with his thrust, seeking a nexus where desire and connection intertwine in a symphony of shared pleasure.

He skillfully introduces a second finger into the equation, his touch an intricate dance that navigates the canvas of your pussy with purposeful intent. 

His quest becomes a search for the elusive spot that ignites a cascade of sensations, a treasure trove of pleasure concealed within the intricate pathways of your body.

Your breaths escape in ragged bursts, a symphony of urgency that fills the air, each inhalation a desperate attempt to quench the growing fire within. 

As your chest heaves, you huff for air, the oxygen a lifeline that barely keeps pace with the tumultuous pace of your desires, all while a knot of anticipation tightens in the pit of your stomach, a tangible reminder of the impending climax.

A third finger joins the symphony of sensation, a deliberate intrusion that causes your pussy to clench around him, an involuntary reaction that amplifies the intensity of the moment. 

The palpable tightness he encounters tells him that you're teetering on the precipice of release, a knowledge that fuels his own desire.

With the dexterity born of desire, his free hand embarks on an exploratory journey, seeking out your other breast with a determined touch. 

His fingers dance with a skilled grace, deftly rolling its nipple, each movement a calculated rhythm that weaves an intoxicating tapestry of sensations, a tactile duet that resonates through your being.

“It’s so good, Jimin!” a gasp, unfiltered and primal, escapes your lips, the sound a testament to the exquisite pleasure that courses through you, as you endeavor to arch your back, an instinctual response that seeks to press your body into the electrifying path of his touch.

A low, reverberating hum escapes his lips, a resonant vibration that sends ripples of pleasure through your breast, the intimate connection between his mouth and your body forging a sensory bridge that defies words. 

Meanwhile, his fingers continue their masterful dance, striking your elusive spot with a relentless rhythm that sets your senses ablaze with each deliberate touch.

You feel it coursing through your body like a surge of electric intensity, each nerve ending awakening in a symphony of sensation. 

Your toes curl involuntarily, a physical manifestation of the overwhelming pleasure that radiates from within. 

Your hands seize Jimin's hips with a fervent grip, an anchor in the tempest of ecstasy as you succumb to the cascade of release, a moan escaping your lips like a melody, a reverberating chord that sounds eerily like his name.

You pant, your breath a delirious cadence that echoes the crescendo of sensations that have washed over you. 

Your body basks in the radiant afterglow of a fourth orgasm, a testament to the heights of pleasure scaled throughout the day, each peak and valley etched into your memory like an intricate map of desire.

Jimin's gaze rests upon you, his eyes hooded with a potent blend of desire and satisfaction, a witness to the tableau of your body's unraveling beneath the skilled ministrations of his hands and mouth. 

In this intimate exchange, unspoken understanding flows between you, a language woven from shared pleasure and the unbreakable bond you share. 

The depth of his affection knows no bounds, a love that transcends the ordinary and propels him to the edges of devotion. For you, he's willing to traverse any distance, cross any threshold, and brave any challenge. 

His heart beats in harmony with yours, a melody of adoration that echoes through the moments you share, an unwavering testament to the lengths he'll go to ensure your happiness and well-being.

He rises onto his knees with an irresistible allure, shedding the confines of his pants and boxers in a fluid motion that unveils his already hardened dick. 

The air seems to crackle with anticipation, the atmosphere thickening as his form becomes a portrait of primal need and unabashed vulnerability.

Your tongue darts out, an instinctual gesture that moistens your lips in a silent anticipation that hangs in the charged space between you, a silent agreement forged by desire. 

“Gawd. It’s so beautiful.” 

You say, the words a sultry whisper that hangs in the air like a secret promise, a declaration of intent that sets the stage for what's to come. 

Your hand reaches out, fingers wrapping around his cock with a teasing touch, each stroke a deliberate dance that fuels the fire of desire between you.

Jimin's chuckle, a featherlight sound that dances through the charged atmosphere, becomes an auditory caress that sends shivers down your spine. 

His form hovers over you, a poised predator basking in the thrill of the chase, the air practically crackling with the intensity of his presence.

"What do you crave now, baby?" he murmurs in a voice saturated with a potent blend of desire and longing, a low timbre that wraps around the words like a silken caress, igniting a spark of anticipation in the air.

“I want to be ravished,” your hips engage in a rhythmic dance, a deliberate movement that aligns with the symphony of sensations cascading through you, while the telltale sensation of sweat prickling down your forehead adds a tactile layer to the sensory landscape, a physical manifestation of the fevered desire coursing through your veins.

“I want to cream your dick,” you breathe, the exhalation a fragile bridge between reality and reverie, as the haze of desire blankets your thoughts in a seductive shroud. 

In response, a hiss escapes Jimin's lips, a sound that teeters on the edge of restraint, a symphony of shared yearning that hangs heavy in the charged air.

“I want you to come in my pussy.” You tease, the words a playful invitation that resonates with the promise of shared pleasure, your voice a delicate melody that dances through the charged atmosphere. 

Your hands find purchase on his thighs, fingers squeezing with an artful pressure that ignites a symphony of sensation, a tactile duet that harmonizes with the unspoken desires that course between you.

Jimin's hiss echoes once more, a sound that reverberates like a whispered plea amidst the charged tension, as if his very being is ensnared within a cloud of desire and longing. 

His dick, a pulsating ache that demands attention, throbs with an insistent rhythm, a relentless reminder of the friction and release that his body craves, a symphony of need that courses through his veins.

With a firm resolve that belies the intensity of his desire, he seizes his dick in a purposeful grip, aligning it with your pussy. 

The air seems to hold its breath, a suspended moment pregnant with anticipation, the magnetic pull between your bodies poised to culminate in an explosion of shared ecstasy.

Before he gives in to the tempest of desire that surges between you, a primal force that demands satisfaction, he seizes a pillow with a thoughtfulness that speaks volumes. 

With a gentle nudge, he situates it beneath your head, a gesture that adds a layer of comfort to the impending intimacy, a reminder that amidst the flames of passion, he's attuned to your every need.

Then, in a languid dance that seems to stretch time itself, he eases into you with a deliberate slowness, his cock head parting your folds in a teasing, torturous symphony of sensation. The exquisite friction becomes a dance of pleasure and anticipation, a measured cadence that ignites every nerve ending along the way, as he navigates the delicate balance between fervor and restraint.

His dick glides into you effortlessly, aided by the slickness that envelops him, a liquid promise of pleasure that makes every inch of his entry a journey of shared ecstasy. 

As he becomes one with you, your walls embrace him with a tantalizing grip, a response that reflects the profound connection between your bodies, a fusion of desire and intimacy that transcends mere physicality.

“Ah, you’re still so tight,” 

He releases a breath he didn't even realize he was holding, a sound that escapes in a mixture of relief and surrender, as he reaches the depths of your being, a tangible joining that renders him fully immersed in the euphoria of the moment.

You savor the overwhelming fullness that finally envelops you, a sensation that satiates the craving that has persisted throughout the day. 

It's the culmination of a desire that's been building, being filled to the brim with the thickness of Jimin's dick, a union that ignites a shiver coursing down your spine, electrifying every nerve ending. As the moment unfolds, he initiates a slow retreat, a movement that draws you both through a symphony of sensations, a dance that echoes the intimacy of your connection.

He surges forward once more, a determined movement that drives him to the very hilt, his relentless desire mirrored in each of his swift thrusts. 

With a masterful touch, he discovers your hidden spot in mere moments, a revelation that sends shockwaves of pleasure through you, the intensity of the sensation causing your vision to blur as the world momentarily fades, overtaken by the overwhelming cascade of ecstasy.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he pants, the rhythm of his breath a synchrony with the fervent pace at which he fucks you, his grip on your hips an anchor that thethers you to the reality of the moment. 

His dick plunges into you with an unyielding force, a declaration of possession that melds raw passion with an unspoken promise of unity. 

He artfully guides one of your legs up, positioning it against his torso in a deliberate display of intimacy, your foot finding purchase against his neck in a sensual image. 

With this angle, he plunges into you with a newfound depth, each thrust a revelation of pleasure that leaves you breathless, the arrangement of your bodies a testament to the choreography of desire that unfolds between you.

“Ah! Jimin!” you release a breathless moan, a symphony of pleasure and vulnerability that dances on the edge of bliss, a melody woven from the rawest depths of your desire.

“I’m so fucking close,” you pant with each measured breath, caught in the intoxicating rhythm of his thrusts, a symphony of desire that leaves you gasping for air between each electrifying connection.

One of his hands embarks on a deliberate exploration, seeking out your swollen clit with an intent that radiates through his touch. The glide of his thumb becomes a source of intoxicating sensation, igniting a cascade of pleasure that courses through your body.

“Ah!” a breathless cry escapes your lips, the sound a mixture of surprise and ecstasy as the sensations wash over you, while your body responds with an instinctual arch, a graceful curve that seeks to amplify the pleasure within the constraints of the position. 

“Fuck!” the word bursts forth, nearly a scream but instead a fervent exclamation, a testament to the overwhelming pleasure that courses through you. 

Simultaneously, Jimin's fingers continue their skilled dance, maintaining a tantalizing rhythm on your clit, while his dick delivers deep and forceful thrusts that threaten to unravel your senses entirely. 

With a primal scream that carries his name on its wings, your release squirts forth in a torrent, an explosion of sensation that engulfs his dick and fingers. 

The world around you dissolves into a white-hot haze, your vision momentarily obliterated by the intensity of the moment, as you pant in a frantic rhythm, each breath a lifeline that stitches you back to the reality of the room. 

The culmination of pleasure leaves you suspended in a euphoric liminality, every nerve ending aflame with the afterglow of ecstasy.

“Fuck!” Jimin's hiss reverberates in the charged air, a testament to the exquisite sensation that courses through him as your walls clamp around him, an embrace so tight that it borders on suffocating intensity. 

As the waves of your orgasm surge through you, a tempest of sensation that engulfs your being, his thrusts mirror the tumultuous rhythm of your release. 

Each movement becomes a study in controlled chaos, his own desire reaching a crescendo as he hurtles towards his own climax. 

“Ah! I’m coming, babe!” he pants with a rhythm that mirrors the frenzy of his desire, each breath a tangible testament to the passion that courses through him. 

With a final, hard thrust, he stills within you, his essence flooding your depths in a torrent of warm cum that paints your walls with an intimate declaration of shared intimacy. 

He surges forward, a final thrust that extends the boundaries of pleasure, his movements a testament to his need to savor every last fragment of the climax he rides out. 

The rhythm becomes a reflection of his own ecstasy, each thrust a stroke of intimacy that weaves a tapestry of shared release between your bodies, a culmination that leaves you both suspended in the aftermath of pleasure.

Despite the sheen of sweat that adorns your skin and the fever that courses through your veins, an urgent need propels you to draw him close, your arms enveloping his form in an embrace that defies the constraints of physical discomfort. 

Your body radiates heat, a testament to the fever's grip, yet the desire to feel his heartbeat against your own is a force that eclipses all else. 

“It’s hardly fair,” you remark with a playful huff, a mixture of exasperation and laughter tingling your words, “that you’re not even breaking a sweat.” 

The words carry a lightness that dances amidst the weight of your fevered state, the exchange a testament to the shared intimacy that allows for such candid moments even in the midst of vulnerability.

“I guess I’ve got better stamina, sweetheart,” he chuckles, the sound a gentle ripple that lingers in the air, even as his dick goes soft within the warmth of your pussy. 

With a tenderness that belies the intensity that has passed between you, he seals the moment with a sweet kiss pressed to your lips, a lingering connection that speaks of the intimacy shared and the unbreakable bond that defines your connection.

A blend of his cum and your own arousal trickles from your heated core, a physical reminder of the fervent exchange that has unfolded between you. 

He withdraws from you completely, a deliberate movement that creates a sudden void, a palpable absence that contrasts with the intensity of moments prior. 

Slumping down beside you, his breaths come in ragged pants, each exhalation a testament to the exertion of shared pleasure. 

The space between your bodies becomes a canvas that captures the echoes of your intimate dance, an image of vulnerability and release that lingers in the air like a whisper.

A sense of emptiness washes over you, an aftermath of the profound connection that has left a void in its wake. Your lips form a subtle pout, a silent plea that rests in the curve of your expression, a wordless request for the closeness and intimacy that you yearn to preserve. 

“Oh, I know that look,” he chuckles softly, the sound a warm caress that mingles with the air, as his hand sweeps through his blond hair. 

The knowing amusement in his eyes speaks of an unspoken understanding between you, a connection forged through countless shared moments, a familiarity that transcends words.

Beside him, you shift restlessly, a subtle squirm that speaks volumes about the growing hunger within you. 

Your thighs press together with a desperate urgency, a physical manifestation of the insatiable desire that has rekindled within your core. 

The air seems to crackle with anticipation, the atmosphere electrified by the magnetic pull between your bodies, a force that threatens to engulf you both once again in the flames of shared longing.

“Just give me an hour or two, then we can go again,” he chuckles softly, the sound a tender reassurance that carries within it a promise of more to come. 

His lips nuzzle against the delicate curve of your neck, a gesture that's both affectionate and possessive, the fervor of his kisses an echo of the passion that simmers between you. The intensity of his touch leaves a mark, a phantom sensation that lingers even after his lips have moved away, a tangible reminder of the connection that binds you together.

→ Author’s note: I get incredibly horny when I have a fever, so this idea popped into my head 😇 My husband calls it “fever horny” 🤣 I’m so sorry, am I the only who’s like this? 🫢

[mashioca]

Sweet Nightmares

|Solomon x FEM!Reader|

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You jerk awake, a cold sweat trickling down your neck. You look over across the room to see none other than Solomon. His eyes are filled with worry; he seems to lighten up a bit seeing you wake up.

“MC! I was worried about you. You were moaning in your sleep.” He whispered, despite you both being the only people in the house. The memory of that nightmare flashed back. Solomon attempting to eat you for dinner. A shiver shoots up your back at the thought.

“Yeah.. I’m fine.” You reply weakly, rubbing the sleepiness from your eyes.

“Maybe we shouldn’t have watched that movie before going to bed. My bad, MC.” He apologized sweetly. Only a few moments later, he takes notice of your shivering figure. “MC, would you like to sleep here with me?”

"Huh?" You jumped at the sudden offer, heat rushing to your cheeks. This isn’t the first time you both slept together, but you could never get used to it. You silently nod your head and make your way to him. Your figure is easily towered over by his, and he pulls you in for a hug.

“I’m sorry, MC.” He let’s go briefly. “Is there anything I could do to make it up to you?”

You stop and think briefly. “Give me a kiss.” A red-crimson hue flushed Solomon’s face; he is clearly taken aback by your straightforward answer; he doesn’t back down, though.

“Very brave… I like it when you’re like that, though.” He leans down, cups your cheeks with his hands, and kisses you lightly. The kiss is sweet and passionate; it makes you crave more from him. He pulls back from the kiss, eyes locked in yours.

“Feeling any better?” He asks sweetly. Your heart jumps when he asks that. He chuckles, noticing your reactions.

“I can hear your heartbeat…I’m actually more awake now. I, too, can feel my heart beating really fast.” His face gets closer to yours, centimeters away from another kiss.

“It’s your fault for making such a cute request, MC.” He takes you into another kiss, this one more passionate and deeper. His tongue is dancing along with your own. Your thoughts are running wild. His hand lets go of your cheeks to instead touch your inner thigh, lightly caressing it. The sensation leaves you moaning between the kisses, your sex dampening with each second. After what seems like an eternity, he breaks the kiss. His breathing is heavy, a pink hue dusted along his cheeks.

“No, I shouldn’t. I don’t think I can hold back if I keep this up.” You pout; his teasing isn’t fair! You decide to get some revenge and grind against his thigh. Your body shakes as you begin to move to and fro on his thigh. Solomon’s eyes are filled with lust as the scene unfolds before him. His apprentice grinding upon his lap in retaliation to him stopping. His hands slide down to your hips; he grabs your hips and starts to make you rub against his thigh faster. Your mind is clouded with pleasure, unable to keep up with the situation; your arms are wrapped around Solomon’s neck; and you rest your head against his shoulder. Your moans are like a sweet melody; he can’t get enough of them. Your voice gets higher and higher with each passing minute, your vision is getting hazy, and you know you’re close.

“S-Solo..mon.. gunna.. cum..” you pant, you can barley get the words out of your throat. Before you could feel the sweet release, Solomon pulled you off his leg. You whine at the loss of friction, and your denied orgasm, but Solomon speaks up before you can say anything.

“Not yet, my little lamb." Your walls clench around nothing at the words. Solomon carries you away from the couch and towards the bed. He places you gently on the soft mattress. He looks at you like you’re his prey; you feel hunted under his gaze. Solomon slowly takes off your pajamas, leaving your body exposed to the cold air around you.

“My lamb… You’re already so wet.” Your walls clench around nothing once more. You swear you hear Solomon swear under his breath, but before you could dwell on that thought, he shoves three fingers into your sex. The sudden intrusion makes you yell out, not in pain but in pleasure.

“F-Fuck! Solomon..” Your sex makes lewd, wet sounds each time he shoves them back in. The pleasure is too much to bear. You squeeze your eyes shut, embarrassed at the situation you’re in. Just as quick as his fingers came, they left you once again. You slowly open your eyes once more to reveal that he has undid his boxers, pumping his cock, a bead of precum at the tip of it.

“Fuck.. MC, are you sure about this.?” Even when he’s worked up, he still makes sure you’re okay with it. You give him a warm smile.

“Please.. just fuck me already, Master!” Something about that name set a switch off on him. He quickly shoved his dick inside your pussy, making you squeal. He only gives you a moment to adjust to his length before going at a relentless pace.

“Fuck.. MC, you just love to work me up, don’t you? You wanted this to happen. He is talking to himself rather than you. Take all of my cum inside of your tight hole.” His pace gets faster with each thrust of his hips. You feel the knot in your stomach get tighter and tighter each time.

“Ah.. fuck.. S-Solomon.. gonna.. cum.” you moan between each of his thrusts, making it hard to get the words out.

“Cum around my cock; cum around me as I cum inside of you." His rhythm starts to get uneven. The knot in your stomach finally breaks, and you cum around his cock. Your body shakes; he doesn’t stop until he reaches his own climax. He chokes out a moan as he presses into you, spilling his seed into your quivering cunt. You both stay like this for a few moments, unable to move.

“T-Think you can sleep now.?” You ask, voice trembling.

“Only if I can stay with you like this." Solomon responds. You lightly tap his head and chuckle. You both later fell into a sweet slumber, filled with sweet dreams.

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Hello! This is my first smut AND tumbler post haha. Please do give criticism or give me requests :3!

[becauseicantthinkwritings]

Angel of Small Death

Part 5 of my Halloween mini series!

Dark Priest! Matt Murdock, Dark Priest! Billy Russo, Dark! Frank Castle

Warnings: Dub-Con, oral (f), scars.

A/N: My biggest fear right now is accidentally writing angle instead of angel in the title.

The rain is still going when you leave the church, fatigued and desperate for sleep.

Your gown clings to your skin, you have to fight to get it off, and you peel your chemise off too, hanging it to dry, crawling into bed and wrapping your soft white sheets around your body.

It should be fine, your robe is nearby in case of an emergency, and as you settle, your body relaxes, sending you off into a ridiculously comfortable sleep.

You stir when you feel hands on you. A delicious feeling of exploration over your legs, up to grip your hips.

A moan slips past your lips, you hear a low chuckle in response.

“Billy?” You whisper softly, as you peek an eye open, looking down.

He's hovering above you, the planes of his face are barely visible, his eyes glittering in the darkness.

Was this a dream?

“He told me not to come. But he doesn’t control me.” Billy murmurs, cryptically, tugging at the sheets wrapped around you.

“Who?” You ask dumbly, your brain foggy and struggling to understand anything that was going on.

He only laughs again, pulling the covers off your body finally.

You only remember that you're mostly naked after the cold air brushes your skin, you gasp, reaching for the sheet.

You pause when you feel your final undergarment being tugged down your legs, you drop the sheet in favour of trying to stop him.

Your limbs are too heavy, and he gets you naked without breaking a sweat, finally rising to study your body.

“Billy-” You say, pushing at him when he draws closer. You wonder if this might be another symptom of his head injury.

“You're dreaming, sweetheart.” He murmurs coming in close to be heard above the pouring rain.

“I just want to taste you a little more. Won't you let me?”

You swallow, pausing.

He takes it as acceptance, kissing your lips softly before sliding all the way down your body, guiding your legs over his shoulders.

You've never felt this before, and you're not sure what to expect, gasping in surprise when his tongue glides between your legs. 

You whine, back arching at the unfamiliar sensation, shame washing over you, replaced by the feeling of his wet tongue licking at the place you need it most.

Your hand sinks into his hair, playing with it gently, his masculine scent easing your nerves.

You feel the vibration of his moan against you, unable to stop your hips from rocking against his face.

“Billy.” You groan, pleasure twisting under your skin, promising a release like earlier if he kept this up.

You suck in a deep breath, when in the next moment, you roll over, light hitting your eyes.

Gasping, you sit up in shock. It's morning, and there's no one with you.

You sigh, slumping back into bed, wondering how it was possible to have a dream so vivid.

.

Your knock echoes on the wooden door.

“Father Murdock? Can I come in?” You call out.

“Yes, enter.” He responds from the other side.

You push the door open, eyes roaming curiously through his room, neater than you expected for a man that can't see.

He's sitting at a wooden desk, his fingers paused on his book, his head turned to focus on you.

“The doctor sent me with the salve you requested.” You explain, holding it up.

Matthew nods, rises to a stand and approaches.

“Thank you. Would you be able to help me apply it?”

You freeze, not being aware that this would be part of the delivery.

“Of course.” You say gently, trying to be a proper Mother Superior.

When he reaches to remove his clothes, you gasp, turning your head to look away, squeezing your eyes shut when the temptation to look grows to be too much.

He removes his cassock, draping it over his bed, and when you spare a glance up at him, he’s wearing only loose flowing pants.

His chest is… sculpted to perfection. You blink in amazement at the way he’s formed, his arms strong and muscular and you bet his skin is soft.

There are some healing scars on his chest and one on his abdomen, and you carefully pry open the salve, running your fingers through the substance and raising it up to his chest.

You try to be gentle and methodical, but you can’t help staring, Matthew is really something beautiful to look at, and it’s no question as to why he’s one of God’s disciples.

Aside from the fresh scars, there are many faded ones, littering his chest and arms and you can’t help but frown in sympathy.

“All of these scars… are from your work?”

He takes a slow breath.

“Yes, you would not believe how often we get thrown around, stabbed, and burned by the possessed.”

“That’s awful.” You murmur.

“It has to be done, we all have our parts to play in the fight against L-” He hisses as though he’s in pain, shaking his head.

“Did I hurt you?” You ask in worry, drawing your hand back.

He shakes his head, turning to present his back to you, that’s significantly more wounded.

“Oh my.” You say in surprise, dipping your fingers into the salve once more.

You remain quiet, focused on working, your fingers gliding over healed scars and ones in healing. You swallow, mouth watering for a taste of him, the way Frank had licked your cut, and had made it all better, you wondered if Matthew would be receptive to something similar.

When you’re done, you place the salve on his desk, accepting the damp rag he silently offers to clean your fingers, and as you watch him get redressed, you feel a bit more unashamed at looking at him.

“Is there anything else I can help you with?” You ask politely.

He approaches you with meaningful steps, surprising you with his conviction as he steps right up to you, pressing his fingers under your chin to tilt your head up.

He seems to be studying you, perhaps searching for something.

“You’re quite beautiful. I can see why he’s doing all of this to get you.”

Your eyebrows draw together.

“Who are you talking about?” You ask, your mind flooded with confusion. 

He smiles, his fingers gripping your jaw tightly.

You gasp when your nose brushes his, his pink mouth is just a breath away.

“Don’t be scared, little one, everything will be alright.”

You take a sharp intake of breath, pulling away, his fingers releasing you as you pull.

The corner of his mouth pulls into a smile, and he turns away, going back to his book, leaving you to get out of his room as quickly as you can.

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