#because of all the vibration going on his body

[codnasties]

https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5f1dc89c39d15#1

dare i say... milking könig

fuck me... that one was hot

milking konig 🗡 (🌽 link)

my little not-so-little pathetic konig... in my mind, he's way too scared or shy to try certain things. especially when it comes to sexual stuff. and even if he's comfortable with you, he won't directly ask you for it. he's the more subtle kind of dude. buying the things necessary to fulfil his fantasies and telling you open the packages, leaving tabs open on your laptop with videos about that,... that kind of thing.

because for example, he wants to experience getting his cock milked. he's been planting that idea on your mind for some time, and you are very much aware of it. so why not kind of trick him into it? make him lay down in a massage table, thinking he's getting all the sore spots on his body worked on.

once he's fully naked and laying down, you start working your magic, acting as if you are going to start kneading at his sore shoulders when in reality you are tying him down. he could easily break out of your measily tied knots, but when he feels you pull his cock though a hole in the table he hadn't notice. and when you start pumping his cock and he feels the cold vibrator pressed against the underside of his achingly hard dick...

he believes for a moment he might have gone crazy, because this is exactly what he wanted. he did try to tell you, only to be stopped by the vibrator turning on, which pulls a loud moan out of him. and when you start bringing him right to the edge again and again but not letting him cum, he couldn't hold back the 'fuck you' that left his lips.

but once he does cum, he's not really sure if he wants you to stop or to keep going - and don't get me started on collecting his seed in a little glass just to have a taste of him

[metautske]

it wasn't equal. Danny offgassed more ectoplasm residue than most ghosts he knew (Was it because his human half ramped up production? was he just a freak? Unclear and he was too tired to investigate) and he still wasnt sure why, exactly, this sad man in a trench coat wanted the ghostly equivalent of some nasty sweaty gym socks. Metaphorically of course. Even 'used' ectoplasm smelled like battery acid and sharp winter rather than sweat or body odor.

But Danny wasn't going to look a gift house in the mouth, or question a strange occult guys reasons for spell components. His vibes were good at least and one thing being half ghost taught him was an excellent vibe check.

And while sad trench coat was very sad indeed, he didn't give off the vibes even Ember did. So it was fine. Probably. And he asked to be called by name with such a sigh that Danny concluded he must be tired of the trench coat, which, yeah. He remembered Invido-Bill, he got it.

In any case, Mr. Constantine (the grimace made Danny vibrate with glee) agreed to answer questions whenever Danny had any. Maybe it was implied to only be magic related, ghost related.

But, well.

It was kind of magic related?

"C'mon, c'mon sad mad, answer!"

There are sounds of muffled cussing and the thump of something heavy being slammed before the voicemail cuts out again.

"Okay, okay, panicking is bad. We know this, everybody knows this, no panicking," if he ignored the faint shouts and the jingling of bells and whatever the fuck sound very large deer made then it was fine!

Another rattling thump hits the window, covered by his mom's horrid floral tablecloth the never actually used, and that he was sure she forgot about.

"Oh no, oh we're not fine, fuck, fuck, fuck," Danny might have been panicking, and he might have been trying to call Mr. Constantine for the past hour with no luck.

"Have we escalated? Are we past the phone a friend stage?" he asked his empty walls, morosely, still clutching his phone to his chest. He wasn't sure where Sam and Tucker had gone, they had all panicked and split when the entirely too real deer looking things decked with bells had run down the center of town.

And he did mean center, running through the air and phasing through some things while destroying others. Sam had looked gleeful. Tucker immediately started bemoaning the broken cable lines. Danny, himself, was really trying not to think destructive christmas thoughts.

It partially worked.

He didn't think they were reindeer. Maybe. And they didn't quite look like ghosts? They didn't really feel like ghosts either, and honestly it wasn't until they started grabbing people, grabbing with their mouths even and he wasn't about to get into his that shouldn't work, that he realized he didn't actually know what to do. Ghosts he could punch. Vaguely magic deer that kidnapped people?

Hard pass.

Which is why he was dialing sad man's number again, because he wasn't sure he knew how to track him and he also wasn't sure if he had the wherewithal to find an emergency hero line right now. He was still stuck on the deer things lifting up Flash by the jacket with their teeth and flying away.

"What the absolute fuck do you want, little busy here," was barked out of his shitty phone speakers and honestly, he might of could have cried. He was a little too tired for that now.

"Sad Man! Look, look, there are magic deers kidnapping people," Danny would fight anyone that said his voice shook but finally getting an answer lifted some weight off.

"And they aren't ghosts. Just, just magic deer biting people and then flying off with them."

Aside from the muffled sounds of explosions, tinny metal on metal and maybe some booming villain dialogue, the line was silent. And then Mr. Constantine sighed like the world was killing him. Which, given what Danny knew might be a thing.

He didn't judge. Much.

"Fuck. Fuck, kid okay that's, well it isnt unrelated to my deal today, fine. Okay, yeah why not have the wild hunt wildlife out here too, whatever. Fuck."

The sound of bells jingled closer to the barred window and Danny edged away, white knuckling his phone.

"Okay, so, fae stuff, thats. Well. Uh, they're trying to come inside now. Can I hit them with something?"

At least they weren't regular animals, Sam couldn't get too mad at him for hurting fae animals, right?

Constantine and Danny have a very strange relationship. They’ve struck a deal, Constantine can harvest Danny’s ectoplasm for spells and Danny can call on Constantine for help and magical knowhow. Sometimes they call each other at inopportune times, for instance right now where John’s phone has been buzzing away in his pocket for the past three minutes midway through a Justice League Dark battle.

[aciddrattboyy]

Dɾυɳƙ αɳԃ Nαʂƚყ

┆ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ - "you and suna are at a house party and end up getting drunk and nasty idk what else to say"

ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ꜱᴛᴀᴛꜱ: ★ Starring: Suna R. x F! Reader ★ Run Time: 2k ★ Genre/Warnings: [Rated R: Adult Film] dirty talk(not much), cunnilingus, fingering(f!receiving) orgasming untouched, drunk sex, mentions of spit/saliva, dry humping(just a lil) (characters are aged up) ★ me?? posting???? no way???

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were loud house parties really suna’s thing? no, not really. he would much prefer a smaller crowd, a much quieter crowd. but the miya twins were notorious for throwing crazy ass parties and somehow suna always got roped into going. the house was almost suffocating, numerous bodies bumping and grinding together to whatever song was playing on speakers so loud suna could have they made the floorboards vibrate. the strobe lights were almost enough to give him a headache and he wouldve tried to sneak home already if it wasnt for you. 

there you were amongst the crowd, laughing and dancing with friends, look every bit of hot and sexy that had suna wanting to drag you back to his apartment. he knew this was more your scene though, and he wouldnt end your night out early. so he contented himself with watching, a lazy smile tugging on his lips everytime you looked over and waved at him.

but after what felt like a mere second of glancing down to check his phone, you were gone from suna’s line of sight. he immediately shoots up from the couch, head on a swivel as he already started preparing himself for the possible fist fight he might get in with some unlucky prick. just then he hears the sound of your beautiful, beautiful laughter and lets his feet follow. there you were in the kitchen, surrounded by a couple of your friends, atsumu, and aron, devising up some sort of drinking game. 

“c’mon we’re going,” suna murmured softly in your ear, already grabbing your arm and pulling you away. but you held your ground, pouting at him with those pretty lips that were begging to be kissed.

“what? no, i wanna play,” your words grabbed the attention of atsumu who was already sporting a shit eating grin.

“how ‘bout you join in. it’ll be fun,” suna was already saying no, taking a step back with his hand still gently wrapped around your arm. but atsumu’s next words make him pause. “or what? you afraid your girl could out drink you?” suna knew it was stupid, knew atsumu was taunting him just for the fuck of it. but pride may have gotten in the way as everyone around the kitchen island was staring at him expectantly.

“come on baby itll be funn. please?” you pleaded playfully, wriggling your eyebrows up at him with a bright smile. and that was all it took for suna to dive head first into a drinking game he knew nothing about. unfortunately for him, his rushed decision made him forget to consider a few things. one, suna hated beer. two, suna hated losinng. and three, suna was an extreme lightweight. 

now, suna was never a really touchy partner in public. but that was when he was sober. not now when you both were fucking shitfaced after a few rounds. it started with a few teasing touches below the countertop as your cheeks started to flush, playful glances that were not at all subtle in the slightest. 

but eventually it became too much and next thing you knew, you were both crashing through the door of the bathroom with his arms wrapped around your waist. suna nearly trips over both his feet and yours as you stumble into the bathroom in some sort of uncoordinated tango until your ass finally hits the counter. both of you were giggling like every bit of wasted idiots you were at the moment. if you were even remotely sober you’d record this moment to show suna later. because suna rintaro didn't fucking giggle. 

suna was definitely feeling the alcohol, everytime he blinked a kaleidoscope of color played behind his eyelids and made the world feel like it was tipping over. the darkness of the bathroom wasnt doing anything to help, the only coming from the strobe lights flashing under the gap between the door and the tile floor. he squints, trying to make out your face through the darkness and dim shadows with a stupid smile on his face that he would not have been caught dead showing sober. 

“y’er so pretty baby,” suna mumbles into your eager mouth, your tongues sliding against the other, exchanging the flavors of cheap beers and overly sweet spiked fruit punch. another giggle escapes his lips as he seemingly trips over nothing, falling against you before quickly uprighting himself enough to push his lips back onto yours. “sooo f’ckin pretty, ‘n so warm.” his slur only got worse with each passing syllable.

his hands sloppily find your hips, pawing at you like a desperate puppy. his breath was hot and heavy against your mouth, hands gripping onto your hips like they were the only thing keeping him upright(probably because they were). he’s giggling again as he struggles to raise you onto the counter. his cheeks were probably sore from the goofy smile that seemed to not be going away anytime soon but he couldnt feel it, nor would he care. because soon enough he did get you onto that damn counter and he didn't waste a moment before stepping between your legs.

“wan’ed to take you home allll night,” he murmurs against your lips, or at least he thought that was where he was kissing. he was extremely uncoordinated now, smearing a mixture of your spit against your cheek, lips, and chin as you desperately tried to catch your lips with his. “y’r jus sooo f’ckin hot,” the bass from the music playing in the house sent delicious vibrations up suna’s spine and god he felt like he was on cloud nine. spit was dripping down his chin now, the feel of your tongue and lips on his almost enough to make him cum on the spot. every little noise you made, every giggle you breathed out was sending heat straight to his cock which was now straining against the fabric of his basketball shorts. 

in a rush hes pulling both his hoodie and shirt off in one swoop when the room suddenly got waaay too hot, letting the clothing fall onto the bathroom floor. was it sanitary? probably not. did he care? no not at all. suna giggles when he sees you drunkenly try to lean in for another kiss through the dim light, eyes still shut as your lips searched for his. he pokes your nose light, his laughter only growing when he watches your eyes shoot open in surprise. you open your mouth to say…something? but his lips are back on yours before you can even attempt to form a thought, head tilting to the side to deepen the kiss. you press your palms against his chest, feeling the heat radiating off of his body as your hands start to wander, smoothing over his abdomen before resting at his waist, tugging him closer. 

“y’taste soo good baby girl,” he groans against your lips, pulling back enough to suck on the sensitive skin of your neck. it takes suna a few tries, but eventually hes able to pull the straps of your dress down. his hands instantly find your tits, groping and squeezing all while rolling his hips against your core. the bathroom felt too hot, way too hot and suna was feeling dizzy, drunk of the alcohol and lust. “need ta be… to be…” his words were muffled, barely having enough strength to pull his lips away from your neck. 

you giggle breathlessly, grabbing onto his shoulders as you roll your hips in time with his. small whimpers escape your lips from the feel, the alcohol making you hyper aware of every point of contact, of the way you could feel every inch of the bulge in his shorts grinding against you desperately. suna’s kisses were wet, sloppy, and you shivered at the feel of the air cooling the saliva trailing along your neck and collarbone. 

suna’s hips began to work more fervently, he needed more of you. he needed all of you. with a strangled whine, he hastily pulls your dress up until its bunched at your hips, giggling lightly when the force causes you to almost fall of the counter. “s-sorrry pretty girl, jus need ya so badd.” with one last kiss that was aimed for your lips and may have missed the mark, suna falls onto his knees rather harshly. but he didn't care, could hardly register anything but the fact that your pretty pussy was now directly in front of his face. 

he doesnt skip a beat before grabbing onto the insides of your thighs and pushing them apart further before shoving his face against your panties and inhaling deeply. the pressure has you bucking your hips against his face involuntarily, clumsy hands finding their way into his hair to keep him close. as if he would ever leave in the first place. 

“y’r so wet,” the words were muffled by your underwear and suna himself might not have even realized he said them out loud. but that didn't matter. he was already pulling your panties to the side and licking a broad stripe up your slit. the taste of you on his tongue sent a shiver down his spine and heat straight to his dick. his hips thrusted upward and the feeling of the now damp fabric of his boxers sliding against the sensitive skin made him hiss softly. 

his lips immediately found your clit, sucking on it like a man starved as he pushed two fingers inside of you. just imagining how you would feel wrapped around his cock instead of fingers was enough to make him moan. and moan he did. by the noises he was making, it was starting to sound like he was the one getting head right now. he ate you out like a man starved and all you could do was take it.

your thighs were trembling, hips rolling to grind against his face. small moans and slurred whines of his name fell from your lips as your head tipped back against the mirror behind you. looking down, you could just barely make out suna’s face through the strobe lights creeping under the door. his eyes were shut tight, mouth working against you in a drunken fervor you had never seen before. 

“suna ‘m- a-ah ‘m close-,” your hips were humping against his mouth wildly now, so close to teetering over the edge of ecstasy that seemed to only be heightened by the alcohol in your system. and surprisingly enough, suna wasnt that far behind you. his hips were bucking desperately into the air and you couldve sworn you heard him whimper. his fingers moved faster inside you, tongue swirling around your clit in a way that had you seeing stars. his free hand gripped your thigh roughly, trying to ground himself. he was too focused on you, the way you sounded, the way you felt, the way you tasted, to hardly even register his own pleasure. 

but feeling you cum against his mouth, cunt spasming against his fingers, well it was enough to send a drunk suna overboard. he turned his head, biting down on the sensitive meat of your thigh with a guttural moan as he came in his shorts, hips thrusting upwards into nothing as his fingers still worked inside you. suna only stopped when he felt your body start to relax, going limp on the counter. 

whether it be from the mind numbing orgasm, or the sheer amount of alcohol in his system, suna fell right on top of you as soon as he stood. you giggled, opening your mouth to say something while trying to push him off. “y’r too heavyy,” you whined playfully, squirming under him. but then your thigh skimmed his now extremely sensitive cock and you paused when you felt him moan against your shoulder. “...did y-”

“‘m sorry baby,” he apologized with slurred words, lifting his head enough to press his lips against yours, letting you taste yourself on his tongue as his palms ran along your sides. “y’just taste so good, make pretty sounds,” his breath was hot and heavy against yours, smearing your cum against your own lips as he kissed you sloppily, hips jerking against your thigh from slight overstimulation. “jus… gimme a minute an’ i’ll make it up t’ya,”

i hope you enjoyed !! reblogs/comments are very appreciated <3 ʟᴏʙʙʏ ﹕ꜰɪʟᴍᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ 𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃

[hoe4hotchner]

can i req aaron with an s/o who's ovulating or has a high sex drive and is easily turned on by him (regardless of if he's trying to or not)

The Hotchner effect | [A.H]

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader | WC: 2.0k | CW: MDNI, 18+, smut, Couch sex.

A/N: Well…… this was the smut I was excited about writing the night before I was hit by that car. So, here you guys go ;) To anyone interested: I've almost made a full recovery at this point. In a couple of days I'll probably be 100% fine again :D

You always thought you had decent control over yourself and your body—at least until you met Aaron Hotchner. Somehow, just being around him tested your limits, especially when he wasn’t even trying. Every. Single. Day. Whether it was his voice, as low and commanding as it was when you visited him in the middle of a case brief at the BAU, or the way his tie shifted as he rolled up his sleeves, everything he did made your heart race—and that was on a normal day.

But today? Today, your hormones were in overdrive. Ovulating didn’t just make you aware of him; it made everything he did feel like it was specifically designed to unravel you. All of your senses tuned onto his wavelengths.

His scent lingering in the sheets—hypnotizing.

The sound of his footsteps across the floor—ears perked.

Every little twitch and movement he made—you suddenly had 20/20 vision.

Like now, as he stood in the kitchen casually pouring himself a cup of coffee before retreating back to his office. The crisp white shirt he wore hugged his frame just right, the fabric stretched taut across his broad shoulders, his suit jacket long forgotten on the back of his chair after he had returned home.

He wasn’t even speaking, but the way he leaned against the counter, so composed and yet so authoritative, was enough to make your stomach flip and your thoughts veer wildly off course.

“Are you alright?” His voice cut through your haze, and you froze, realizing you’d been staring at him.

“Uh, yeah! Fine. Totally fine,” you said quickly, reaching for a cup as if that was why you’d been standing there in the first place.

His lips twitched in a faint smile, and you cursed internally because even that was hot. Damn him.

The problem was, Aaron knew. Maybe not the full extent of it, but he was far too observant not to notice the way your breath hitched when he looked at you or how your cheeks flushed whenever he got too close. And right now, you could see the flicker of amusement in his dark eyes as he stepped closer, seemingly to grab the sugar.

“Sure you’re fine?” he murmured, his voice dipping just enough to send a shiver down your spine.

You gripped the counter, your body betraying you as heat flushed through your skin. “Y-yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?”

His gaze lingered, assessing, and for a moment, you thought he might press further. But instead, he leaned back, sipping his coffee, completely unbothered by the chaos he was causing inside you.

The rest of the day wasn’t any better. Whether it was the way he adjusted his tie, the faint scruff on his jaw after a long phone call, or how his hand brushed yours when he came out of the office for a moment, you were practically vibrating with tension.

By the time he finished his workload, you were ready to combust.

Aaron was undoing his cufflinks when you finally snapped. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?” you blurted, crossing your arms as you stood in the middle of the living room.

He glanced up, eyebrows raised, but the smirk tugging at his lips told you everything. “I might have an idea,” he said, his voice smooth as silk, and damn him again because he was still so calm, so composed, while you were unraveling.

“You’re driving me insane, Aaron,” you confessed, and this time, his smirk softened into something deeper, more knowing.

“Come here,” he said, his tone shifting, and the weight of it alone made your knees weak.

You didn’t hesitate, crossing the space between you in an instant. His hands found your waist, pulling you close as his lips brushed your temple. “You know,” he murmured, his breath warm against your skin, “I’ve been trying to keep my distance all day because I could tell you were… distracted.”

You let out a soft, breathless laugh. “Distracted is an understatement.”

His fingers tightened slightly on your hips, his lips grazing your ear now. “Well, sweetheart, I’m all yours now.”

And that was all it took for you to finally close the gap, pulling him into a kiss that was every bit as heated as the tension that had been simmering between you all day.

As soon as your lips met, it was like all the pent-up desire and arousal from the day came pouring out in a wave of pure, unbridled passion. Your kiss was hungry, almost feral, your hands roaming over Aaron's body as if trying to memorize every edge and angle.

Aaron groaned into your mouth, his own hands slipping under your shirt to explore the soft skin of your back. He tugged impatiently at the fabric, breaking the kiss just long enough to pull it over your head and toss it aside before his fingers quickly found the clasp of your bra and unhooked it.

His gaze raked over your exposed breasts as he freed them.

"Fuck, baby," he growled, palming your one, the callous on his fingers rough against your skin. "You're so gorgeous. I can't get enough of you."

His words sent a shiver down your spine, your nipples hardening almost painfully under his touch. You arched into his hand, a needy whimper escaping your lips. He took the opportunity to lower his head and capture one of your nipples between his teeth, biting down just hard enough to send a jolt of pleasurable pain straight to your core.

You cried out, tangling your fingers in his hair and holding him close. He lavished attention on your breasts, alternating between nipping and sucking until you were writhing against him, your body aching for more. Your hands scrabbled at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against yours.

Aaron seemed to understand, moving back just long enough to yank his shirt off before continuing his attack on you again. The feel of his bare chest against yours was electric, sending sparks of pleasure through your nerves. You ran your hands over his muscles, marveling at the way they flexed beneath your touch.

Your arousal was growing with each passing second, and your panties soaked. You could feel the heat building between your legs, your body crying out for release. Aaron seemed to sense it, his hands sliding down to the waistband of your pants.

He looked up at you, his eyes dark with lust. "Tell me what you need, baby," he murmured, his fingers toying with the button. "Tell me how you want me to make you feel."

His words were like a match thrown in a puddle of gasoline, igniting the fire in your veins. "I need you," you gasped, your hips bucking against his hand. "I need you inside me. Please, Aaron, fuck me."

A wicked grin spread across Aaron's face, his eyes glinting with promise. "With pleasure," he purred, popping the button of your pants and sliding them down your legs. You kicked them off eagerly, leaving you in nothing but a damp pair of panties.

Aaron drank in the sight of you, his gaze trailing over every inch of exposed skin. "God, you're perfect," he breathed, running a finger along the edge of your panties. "So perfect."

He hooked his fingers under the fabric, slowly pulling them down and baring you completely to his hungry gaze. You flushed under his scrutiny, but the heat of his stare only served to fuel your desire. He leaned you back, the weight os his body pressing against you as your back hit the cushion of the couch.

"I'm going to taste every inch of you," he promised as he pressed a kiss to your inner thigh, his breath ghosting over your sensitive skin. "I'm going to make you come so hard you forget your own name."

And with that, he buried his face between your legs, his tongue delving into your already dripping folds. You cried out at the first touch, your back arching off the couch. He lapped at you greedily, his tongue exploring every crevice and fold, finding all the spots that made you gasp and moan. He knew you too well.

Your hands flew to his hair, holding him in place as he worked you over with skill. Your thighs trembled on either side of his head, your hips rocking against his mouth in a desperate search for more. He obliged happily, sliding two fingers inside you and curling them just right, hitting the spot that made stars blind your vision.

"Oh god, Aaron," you keened, your head thrashing from side to side. "Don't stop, please don't stop. I'm so close."

He doubled his efforts, sucking hard on your clit as his fingers pumped in and out of you. The pleasure was almost too much to bear, building and building until it finally washed over you in a tidal wave of ecstasy.

You screamed his name as you came, your body convulsing beneath him. He worked you through it, prolonging your orgasm until you were boneless and spent, collapsing back against the mattress. But Aaron was far from done with you.

He crawled up your body, capturing your lips in a searing kiss that tasted of your own arousal. You could feel his stiffness pressing against you, hot and insistent. Breaking the kiss, he reached down to undo his pants, shoving them down just far enough to free his cock.

"I need to be inside you," he grunted, positioning himself at your entrance. "I need to feel you wrapped around me. Think you can take one more, for me?"

You nodded breathlessly, wrapping your legs around his waist. He surged forward, burying himself inside you with one smooth thrust. You both groaned at the sensation, your bodies fitting together like they were made for each other.

Aaron set a hard and fast pace, his hips snapping against yours with each powerful stroke. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with your moans and cries of pleasure. He hooked one of your legs over his shoulder, changing the angle and allowing him to go even deeper.

"You feel amazing," he panted, his eyes locked on yours. "So tight and wet and perfect. I never want this to end."

His words sent a fresh wave of arousal through you, your walls clenching around him in response, your eyes watering from pure bliss. He groaned at the sensation, his thrusts becoming erratic and uncoordinated as he chased his own release.

You could feel another orgasm building low in your belly, your body coiling tighter and tighter with each pass of his cock. "Harder," you gasped, digging your nails into his back. "Fuck me harder, Aaron."

He obliged with a guttural moan, hammering into you with all his strength. The bed creaked beneath you, rocking with the force of his thrusts. You could feel him pulsing inside you, growing thicker and harder with each passing second.

"Cum for me, baby," he groaned, his voice strained with effort. "Come all over my cock. I want to feel you squeezing me."

His words were all it took to send you hurtling over the edge once more. You came with a near-silent scream, your body shuddering and convulsing beneath him as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over you. Aaron followed a second later, burying himself deep inside you and flooding your womb with his seed.

He collapsed on top of you, both of you gasping for breath as you rode out the aftershocks of your orgasms. He pressed soft kisses to your face and neck, murmuring words of love and devotion against your skin.

"I love you," he whispered, his voice raw with emotion. "I love you so much."

"I love you too," you whispered back, tangling your fingers in his hair. "More than anything."

He smiled against your skin, rolling onto his side and pulling you close. You nestled into his arms, your body still tingling with pleasure. As you drifted off to sleep, safe and sated in his embrace, you knew that this was where you belonged.

[grenadehearts]

turn it up, baby! s.gojo x f.reader

warnings: suggestive content, mentions of alc and alc consumption.

summary: you go clubbing, with your boyfriend satoru gojo.

authors note: this is somewhat of a drabble using the term loosely, first time writing for gojo or any jjk character so super nervy. m.list here

Clubbing with Satoru Gojo is nothing like you’ve ever experienced before. You’re pacing in front of the mirror, nerves twisting in your stomach as you fret over what to wear. Memories of past boyfriends taunt you—their jealousy, their tantrums over you showing even a hint of skin or daring to step foot in a club. But not Gojo. 

No, Satoru Gojo spent the entire day playing dress-up with you, his black card working overtime as he bought dress after dress, each one perfectly tailored to your figure. Now he’s lounging on the plush chair in your shared bedroom, legs spread wide, crystalline eyes tracking your every move as you slip each dress past your figure. 

  The faint hum of 2000s party music—Rihanna and Britney, his guilty pleasures—fills the room. He twirls a finger lazily in the air, that boyish smirk tugging at his lips. “Spin for me, baby,” he drawls. When you do, he claps like an overexcited stylist, showering you in praise.

Gojo critiques like one of the girls but never tears you down. “It’s not you, baby; it’s the dress,” he says dramatically, as if sculpting you into a goddess was his life’s work. And when he finds the one, he drags you in front of the mirror, hands trailing down your sides as if memorizing every curve. Open-mouthed kisses follow along your collarbone before he pulls back with a grin. “Perfect,” he murmurs, but not before dragging you to the kitchen and shoving food into your mouth. “Eat up,” he insists with a wink. “Can’t have my angel getting sick.”

At the club, Gojo is magnetic—a force to follow that draws every eye in the room without even trying. But he doesn’t notice or care to consumed by the need of making sure you’re shown off.

The bass thrums through your chest as strobe lights flicker across the dance floor in bursts of electric blue and violet. He cheers you on loudly with a playful “Work it, baby!” as you sway to the beat, his hands finding your hips with unerring precision when you grind back against him.

The air between you is thick with heat and tension as your bodies move together like magnets pushing and pulling against an unknown force. His touch is firm yet teasing as his large hands guide your movements—one splayed possessively across your hip while the other slides lower, fingers brushing dangerously close to where fabric meets skin. Your tiny dress rides up higher with every sway of your hips until it’s barely covering anything at all.

Gojo notices immediately and sprawls his hand across your ass to cover what’s his—not because he’s ashamed but because no one else deserves even a glimpse of what belongs to him. His grip tightens as his lips graze your ear, his breath hot against your skin as he murmurs, “You know they’re all watching us.” His voice is low and intoxicating, sending shivers down your spine.

The glitter he insisted on spraying over both of you earlier catches under the strobe lights, making your skin shimmer like molten diamonds as you arch against him. The scent of vanilla and cinnamon—your perfume—clings to him now too, mixing with the salty tang of sweat and alcohol that fills the air around you. But Gojo doesn’t notice any of it; all he can smell is you. All he can feel is you. The rest of the world fades away until it’s just the two of you moving together like magnets fighting for friction.

When his hand slides up to grip your waist tighter and pull you flush against him, it’s impossible not to feel how hard he is beneath those fitted black pants. You grind back harder in response, earning a low groan from him that vibrates against your neck as he presses a kiss just below your ear. “You’re gonna kill me,” he mutters with a laugh that’s more breath than sound.

And then there are them—the men who can’t stop staring at you from across the room. Gojo sees them all: their slack jaws and hungry eyes following every move you make. But instead of jealousy, it fuels him. He smirks wickedly as his grip on you tightens and leans down again to whisper against your ear: “Let’s give them a show.” His voice drips with challenge as one hand slides lower again, fingers brushing just beneath the hem of your dress while his other hand tilts your chin up so he can catch your gaze in the reflection of a nearby mirror.

Gojo doesn’t drink—he claims it dulls his senses—but he always orders a Sex on the Beach just for the maraschino cherry. He plucks it from the glass with his teeth and ties the stem with his tongue before feeding it to you with that mischievous grin that makes heat pool low in your stomach every single time.

By the time he notices you’ve had enough—the dress clinging to sweat-slicked skin and eyeliner smudged (which makes you pout but drives him wild)—he doesn’t hesitate to scoop you up effortlessly over his shoulder without so much as a warning. His hand stays firmly sprawled across your ass covering the lacy sapphire thong you’re wearing (courtesy of gojo) from being shown.

Back home, Gojo is still Gojo: equal parts smartass and sweetheart. He shrugs off his jacket in the car and drapes it over your shoulders like a gentleman before handing you water and pain meds for later. But when you're inevitably hunched over in the bathroom later, puking your guts out from too much alcohol, he's right there beside you holding back your hair with one hand while rubbing soothing circles on your back with the other.

“Told ya,” he quips smugly between soft coos meant to make fun of how messy you are tonight—but never once does he let go or leave until you're cleaned up laying in bed sound asleep, after regaining some steadiness that is.

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Look, Don't Touch 3

Warnings: this fic includes noncon/rape, stalking, breaking and entering, possible blood and violence, and femcel energy. Tags are not exhaustive and more may be added as the series progresses.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You get bored of watching and that makes you careless. (dark!reader)

Characters: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes

Note: my back hurts.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. Thanks to everyone who reads this one and thank you for all your energy.<3

Love you all like snakes love Woody’s boots. Take care. 💖

Bucky's snores roll through the apartment. He's just as irritating asleep as he is awake. Your back racks and your legs cramp as you slump in the chair. Your eyes droop now and again only the roll open and flick to the blue digits of the clock. 

The minutes tick by like hours. His peaceful tempo irks you. It adds to the restlessness of your captivity.  

You don't blame him entirely. You're a dumb fucking bitch. Why didn't you do some scouting before you waltzed in? Wait it out to make sure it's clear. 

You go back and retrace your steps, over and over. Fuck. You're so stupid. So stupid. But not as stupid as that fucker thinks. 

Or as weak. 

He has that chip on his shoulder. He thinks his trauma overrides everyone else's. That no one else has been through shit. What you've been through you don't fucking think about because it's not worth it. He doesn't realise he's wasting his energy being such a miserable shit. 

You stare through the window for a while. The city sparkles here. Not like in your apartment where it blares like a broken television. 

Your head sinks down as your fatigue clouds your obstinacy. Your eyelids meet and your body slackens as much as it can within your bounds. The last look at the clock read about 3am. 

Your mind swirls in a miasma. Thick and viscous. Your skull thumps like sledge on concrete. Then all at once you're awake and shivering. 

The ice cold water seeps into your clothes as you gasp and gulp. Your lashes are webbed with moisture as you drip with the frigid rivulets. Bucky chuckles as a bucket hangs from his grip. 

"Morning sunshine." 

Your teeth chatter as you sneer back at him. You glance over at the city skyline. It's still a dusky mix of grey and blue. 

"0500. Up and at 'em," he proclaims chipperly. 

You shut your mouth and bite down on your shivers. This is what he wants. He's trying to break you. Well it's not gonna happen so soon. You've seen the videos on the dark web. You won't be scared by this emo bitch.  

"Gotta keep a routine." He taunts. 

You roll your eyes. Your gaze catches on the shine on the floor. You must've been out like a light. There's plastic under you. Maybe not just for the water. Well, you're not squeamish. 

"I usually start with a run. What do you do when you crawl out of your hole at one in the afternoon? Probably just the thought of Steve gets your heart pumping," he grits. 

"It helps," you snicker. "I've seen the real thing so... I'm certain my imagination is much better. The vibrator too." 

"Fucking smart ass," he mutters and stomps away. 

It's not a victory but it isn't defeat. You can match his energy, even if he's got you tied up like a dog. You wiggle in seat as that thought tickles something in you. You're twisted just like he said but he doesn't get to do that to you. Only Steve.  

He shuffles around in the bedroom. He emerges in track pants and a long sleeve tee. The legs are a bit too long for him. Steve's got a few inches on him, probably in more way than one. 

"I'll do about an hour," he taps on his watch. "Now you don't go getting into trouble." 

He scoffs and heads for the door. You tempo your breath as the goosebumps prickle over you in waves. Your clothes are soaked through. The door snaps shut and you huff. 

There's not much you can do. You close your eyes again. You're not going to sleep but you'll save your energy. As you languish in the slow drip of water pattering onto the plastic, your clothes grow stale and tepid. The wet fabric is sandpaper on your skin. 

He returns, whistling. He doesn't acknowledge you as he sets up in the kitchen. He puts his earbuds in the case and lets his music blast from the speaker. It's the kind of rock music a teenager listens to when they try to show off. 

You don't move. You're not going to let him see you squirm. He rattles around in the kitchen. 

"Gotta get lots of protein after a workout," he calls through as a pan sizzles. The aromas crawl over you and fill your lungs. Your tongue floods with saliva. "Lots of eggs, bacon, hm, oh Steve got the good greek yogurt." 

You don't answer his mocking monologue. You know what he's doing. Well if he thinks you've never gone hungry, that's his own martyr complex fueling his ego. 

He comes out with a full plate and sits across from you. He plants his feet wide, his plate in one hand as he shovels greedily with the fork. He stuffs his mouth and hums. 

You watch him calmly. He smirks and keeps pigging away on the food. There's enough for both of you and then some. You grimace. 

"How are you feeling? Hungry?" He asks. 

"Repulsed. You have grease on your chin." 

He pokes his tongue as he try to lick it up. You nearly gag at the remnants of food in his mouth. You don’t, you won't, look away. 

"I can hear your stomach," he says through a mouthful. "And your heart. Your lungs, too." 

"Yeah, I know you're a freak. Do you even know how the Russian fucks mangled you or did that go out the window with all the murder?" 

He gnashes his teeth down and narrows his eyes. His smile faded. It's your turn to grin. 

"Real fucked up from what I saw. There were some leaked classified docs after that weirdo Sokovian went off and planted those bombs." You tisk. "Children? Really? That's really der--" 

He's fast. Well, he is a super soldier. In an instant, he's in front of you, the plate is on the floor, and the fork is standing in your thigh as pain sears through your muscles. 

You yipe then muffle it to a groan. You take a deep breath as your lashes flick and you stare at the blood staining around the tines. You exhale through your lips and look at him. You don't stop smiling. 

You cackle, "hoooooo, I got you, Buck. I fucking got you." 

He stands straight and kicks the plate, scattering whats left of the eggs and bacon. He stomps away and balls his fists, grumbling and snarling. You laugh if only to keep from whimpering. 

There's pain beneath the swell of adrenaline. It's going to really hurt in a few minutes but right now, you feel great. You're awake. 

📷

Bucky appears again. His hair is damp and his skin is speckled with the aftermath of a shower. He has only a towel around his waist. Are you supposed to be impressed? 

He doesn't say a word as he moves around the apartment. He goes to the windows and looks out at the city. You stare at the couch dully. You're getting bored and your leg is throbbing. 

He circles around as you raise your brows, biding off the fatigue. Suddenly, he's behind you. He reaches around a rips the fork free. You grunt as blood pools up and spreads further along the denim.  

He wipes the tines on your sleeve, "I didn't get the artery, in case you're scared." He strides around and twirls the cutlery, "strange cause judging by your pulse, you're pretty fucking content with yourself." 

"Ha, is that what you want, hm?" You pout mockingly. "You wanna make a girl's heart race. Poor widdle winter baby don't got no place in this world. He wants to be wanted--" 

"You talk a pretty big game for someone as tiny as you are." He comes around and bends to look you in the eye. "What do you got going on? Who's going to even know you didn't make it home?" 

You hiss through a gritted smile, "you say that like I care. I've been pretty honest with you and myself. Maybe try a bit of introspection." 

"There's different types," he backs up and sits again. "The quiet ones. The violent ones. The talkers. Now, there's different kinds of talkers. The ones who threaten, then there's the ones who ramble. They talk so they don't gotta feel--" 

"You got me, Mr. Barnes. I'm so fucking scared of you I'm gonna piss my pants. You wanna watch again?" 

He chortles, "there ya go." 

"There I go." You sneer. "What's the game plan here, buddy? Starve me out? Think it'll happen before baby boy gets back? You gonna save some for him? Let him know you saved his ass. For once it wasn't the other way around huh?" 

"Shut up." 

"Or maybe that's a bad plan, huh? Steve might lose his shit a little. Realise he's not untouchable. I mean, a worm like me crawled right in--" 

"I said shut up," he snips. 

"You said it, I'm a talker. I gotta talk so I don't shake in my boots. Must feel like a big man. I mean I don't got Hydra juice in my veins and you could snap me like a twig," you scoff. "It's gotta make you a little hard." 

He tilts his head and squints, "you ever think of anything else?" 

"Don't worry, you're not in here," you nod your head. "It's all for the Captain. Second best again, sergeant." 

"You can't help yourself," he leans his elbows on his legs. 

"Well, I broke in, didn't I? Pretty clear I'm a bit off--" 

"No fucking shame." 

"It's really weird, don't you think? We only talk about shame when it's a woman. Men, they can do whatever the fuck they want and they're called outgoing and brave or committed, whatever." 

"Cut that shit," he snips. 

"It's true. But maybe that's not what this is. Maybe this is something else. Something more personal. Maybe you're jealous," you try to shrug. "The winter bozo got no fans to stalk him. Mm, sad." 

He stares at you then his gaze falls to your leg. He stands up and marches off. No answer. Typical. That's the thing about men, they can't admit when they're wrong. Can't own up to their faults but everyday a woman has to pay penance for just existing. 

He stomps back to you and slaps his hand down on your injured leg. The burning sensation of his palm tears a yowl from your and you look down as thick grains of salt tumble out between his fingers. He mashes the salt into your wound. You gnash your teeth and grunt. 

"FUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKK!" You seethe through your clamped jaw. 

He laughs, "this is kinda fun." He puts his forehead against yours. "And I can't help but agree with you, doll. Why the fuck am I fighting my programming?" He squeezes your leg and you wheeze. "Let's get nice and cozy with the soldier. He's got all the good ideas." 

You snort and twitch, halfway between agony and amusement. You push against him and snap your teeth. 

"Finally, something interesting." You rasp. 

He smirks and pushes of you. You groan as he turns cracks his neck. He tosses the salt onto the plastic sheet. You watch his metal hand open and close. 

He spins and struts into the kitchen. He comes back with your notebook. A strike of rage swells in you. Fuck. 

He stands in front of you and licks his fingertips. He clears his throat and flutters through the pages. 

"'I went to his place. It's nice. Different than being outside. His bed is big, it's a wonder he never fucks in it. Seems like Cap is afraid of commitment.'" He guffaws. "You really think you know him?" 

"Stream of consciousness." You utter. 

"Sure," he skims the lines on the pages. "'I think I had my biggest O in his bed. Just with my fingers. I could smell him around me. If I closed my eyes, he was there--'"  

He shifts and the towel twitches. Your lips slant. Disgusting. 

"Do you really think he'd want to touch something like you?" 

"I can draw a line between fact and fiction. How about you?" You chirp. "You can't even remember how many innocent people you killed--" 

"It's getting old," he growls.  

"Maybe Stevie won't want a piece. I'm not delusional, just obsessive. But you-" you nod to his crotch. "Seems like you're getting a bit too into this." 

He lowers the notebook and grins. "You ever actually fucked a guy?" 

"What does it matter?" 

"Is that it? You think Steve wants to pluck the flower in your dusty little garden?" 

"It was never--" you huff and wiggle in the chair. "Look, you don't get it. It was never supposed to be real. It's like a TV show. A distraction. Something to do." 

"Wow, that's sad." 

"Yeah, but it's the truth. A lot of people can't face themselves in the mirror." 

"Oh virtue," he scoffs and throws the notebook on the couch behind him. "Is it honesty or self-pity?" 

"Bit of both." You look up defiantly as he steps closer. "Look at me. I know what I am. I'm a creep but I don't deny it. What you are, you can't even say it out loud." 

He exhales and his chest compressed. He puts his hands on his hips as he glowers at you. His towel tents and you frown. 

"Dude, get that away from me." 

"What's the matter? Is this the closest you've been?" He taunts. 

You lean back and keep your eyes up, "I've seen a dick. Touched a few even. Trust me, I'm not interested." 

"I could put on the suit. There's a back-up in his closet." 

"Nasty." 

"Look who's talking," he retorts. "You think I'm fucking serious?" 

"I know the things you're capable of, soldat." You challenge. 

His eyes flare and his knuckles flash across your vision, bone snapping against your cheek. You close your mouth as it floods with iron. You swallow the blood and wiggle a back tooth with your tongue. You snicker. 

You face him as the swelling thrums hotly under the surface. He glares back at you. You lean back and round your eyes. You've never been good at that cutesy shit. 

He smirks, "keep going, baby. We'll see who breaks first." 

You lower your lashes and sniffle. He hovers and you steel yourself. You lurch forward and open your mouth. The chair tilts with your weight and you bite through the cotton as your teeth meet the towel. You pinch something beneath it. Him. 

He exclaims and punches your head. He grunts as the chair tips and falls on its side. Your head bounces against the chair. The towel heaps next to you as he growls and cradles his erection. 

"The fuck? You are deranged!" 

"I told you to move back," you slur as silver stars spatter across your vision.  

"Fucking bitch," he hisses and leaves you on the plastic. You laugh until it fades into a dry crackle. You hit your head pretty good and he got a few good shots in too. 

[velnna]

anon who got surgery here who said absint and your art in general was keeping them sane! unfortunately i badly broke my spine a few days ago and had to have ANOTHER major surgery... and recovery is SO boring.

AND YET, ONCE AGAIN your art and your characters are keeping me sane!!!

especially absint, he just looks soooo soft i want to comb his hair/fur and stroke him gently and give him kisses on the forehead and hold him so close and keep him warm...

the thing about his wing stumps vibrating when hes excited is SO SO SO CUTE and i love his four eyes and the fact that hes color blind...

and also im curious if he purrs?? i know some elves do in your setting, perhaps the moth man does too?? hehe

AND his skin/fluff texture sounds so wonderful and i love his looks and that one yawn pic you drew of him...

and also im curious about his diet, based on the yawning pic?? hes got those sharp teeth but hes also got that tongue like some bugs do that can slurp things up... whats his favorite food??

and also i think absint may enjoy a stim toy of mine: glitter jar!!!! its so soothing to shake up and watch the bright sparkles float around and swirl... mayhaps ill draw him with a glitter jar sometime when im recovered enough...

and last questions for now... i see hes down one arm, did he lose it or was it a birth difference?? and does he have any health conditions because of it and/or in general???

ALSOOOOO if you have any absint art that isnt spoilers and youd like to share btw, i am SO down to see, i love looking at the guy of all time... i also think he would look very cute all bundled up in a BIG baggy knit sweater, hes very skinny he needs to get warm...

but he would also absolutely SLAY in a corset... decisions, decisions...

BUT YEAH thank you for making your guys i enjoy them a normal amount hahahaha thank you for sharing your lovely art with the world!!!! and have a wonderful day :}

Ah that sucks I hope your recovery is going well!! Once again happy my characters provide some entertainment haha

Absint doesn't purr, that's reserved for some elf people sadly. He does chitter tho! Sometimes they're happy chitters (:

Diet-wise, it's,,,, a Special type of diet. I'll just say by default the sharp teeth are meant to puncture but also the mix of tongue + teeth can work similarly to a snake and he can indeed swallow a small animal whole if he must. Strong gastric acid and a relatively flexible body shape.

I think he'd definitely enjoy a glitter jar that's such a cute idea c:

Sadly no current Absint art that isn't public, a spoiler or a patreon exclusive but I'm definitely itching to give him a big knit sweater now so stay tuned

Thank YOU for appreciating my guys it means a lot <33

[plumhour]

The agony of it hits you like a knife in the chest. And then your breaths are speeding up, your hands are shaking, there’s sweat on your brow. Panic is an old friend, but not a welcomed one.

You turn on your heels, scrambling to your room where you can peacefully fall apart without witnesses. You’re going to lock your door and crumble into yourself until your brain is mush. But you don’t make it far. Because he’s there. Why is he always there?

You run into him in the hallway, literally, too lost in your head to actually look where you’re going. He’s immediately crowding your space, asking what’s wrong, and the knife in your chest twists, and you’re trying so hard not to make a scene.

But then he looks at you, and your breath hitches, and there are tears running down your face. His hand comes up to wipe them away, and he’s grabbing your shoulders, turning you in the direction you came from, and pulling you into his room.

“Breathe.” his voice is calm, and it’s easy to latch on to it like a lifeline.

He grabs your hand and pulls you into his chest, takes a big, exaggerated breath you try to mirror. You almost choke on it.

And then your knees are buckling and you’re going to the ground, but he’s right there with you, knee to knee and a hand on the nape of your neck, pulling you into him.

You know he’s talking, urging you to focus on the sound of his voice, the way it rumbles deep into his chest, and all you can do is trust him over your body and the pain wracking through you. And you do. You listen to the vibrations of his voice through his chest, cling to his shirt, urge the tears to stop, your breath to even.

And eventually they do. And he just looks at you. And you know you’re broken, all sharp edges and crumbling corners, but the light in his eyes tells you there’s more. You’re more. And you want to believe him.

[kpopsexstories]

QUICK FIX GAY #7: NCT Chenle Masturbates in the Back of a Van – Haechan Gives Him a Handjob 🍆💦

Check out this post for my straight smut and this post for more gay smut.

Idols: NCT Chenle & Haechan

Content: Chenle receives a handjob by Haechan in the back of a van

Type of Sex: UNCONVENTIONAL

Word Count: 3,406 (this was intended to be a quick fix but became something much longer 😅)

This story is near-identical to yesterday's story about Chenle silently masturbating in the back of a van while the others are sleeping – until, in this gayer version, Haechan notices what's going on and gives Chenle a hand 😏😉

Because I've re-written the story it's significantly longer than originally intended. I've highlighted the part where the story changes compared to yesterday's. If you want to skip ahead you can, but I also really enjoy the long build-up and feeling of doing something naughty and forbidden, so I would suggest reading the whole thing.

Enjoy! 😊

The boys of NCT Dream are in a van, being driven along a countryside road late at night after a shoot. Lamps and other vehicles occasionally pass them by outside, casting a yellow light on their tired faces.

They're exhausted and silent after a trying day, each in their own bubble. The gentle humming of the engine is soothing. And in the back, Chenle is thinking how the vibrations and bumps in the road are making him hard.

He look around at his friends. Some are sleeping, some have drifted off in deep thought. Haechan is snoozing lightly beside him, with a jacket pulled over his shoulders.

Chenle puts his hand near his own crotch. It feels nice. His fingers gently, carefully as not to get caught, press against the head of his dick. It has been pushed to the side when the shaft grew and is now resting against his thigh, attempting to escape his underwear.

The pressure from his fingers feels sensational. He moves his hand a little closer on his leg to increase it, which builds up a great sexual pleasure. He adjusts his position to make the dick slide down to a more comfortable position, all while looking around him to make sure no one's watching.

He too has a jacket by his side. He uses it as a blanket in his lap, to cover the obvious bulge and boner and what his hand is doing to it.

He moves the hand all the way over the outline of his dick and squeezes it. To eliminate any sounds he lifts the jacket slightly, creating an air pocket, and opens his mouth to silence his heavy breaths.

The sexual sensation is addictive. It makes him feel great. Fuck, I'm so horny, he thinks.

Another thought then pops into his head. Could he? Should he? Or is it too risky?

Haechan moves in his seat and turns his back toward Chenle. Everyone else is in front of him, eyes closed or fixed on the darkness outside. A darkness which makes Chenle feel safe and protected.

They still have a long drive. They won't be home for another few hours. If he's careful, he can probably get away with it. What harm can some soft touching do anyway?

He doesn't need to come. He just wants a little more of the addictive sensation. To intensify it, make it stronger. With each gentle squeeze it feels even better, and it's difficult to stop.

He wants to come though. Desperately. The sensation is almost too much to bear. He lifts his ass to reposition himself once more, and each time the dick is pushed against the palm of his hand an amazing rush shoots through his body.

Mm, fuck! he thinks as his eyes widen.

All his senses are on high alert. He's on the lookout for movements, sounds, any indication that he's being watched or noticed. Nothing.

Slowly, completely silent, Chenle decides to unbuckle his pants. It feels liberating. He reaches in to fix the dick, finally getting it to a more comfortable place.

But this also means the sensation fades, a sensation he's now completely hooked on. He doesn't want it to stop.

He grabs the shaft through his underwear. He can feel more of it now, reaching a bigger part of the boner. At first he just keeps squeezing, harder and harder, taking the sensation higher and further.

Then he strokes it, rubbing the defined outline with his palm and fingers. Oh, it feels so good.

The jacket brushes repeatedly against his arm, producing a faint but – to Chenle's heightened senses – extremely loud sound. To stop it he lifts the jacket higher, increasing the area of the pocket.

The air inside is hot. He spreads his legs slightly to ventilate his crotch and balls. Then finally, he decides that it will be fine if he reaches all the way in to pleasure himself for real.

He lifts the underwear, stretching the seams to the limit in order to get all of his hand in without making a sound. He raises his knees to keep the jacket from sliding down. He wraps his fingers around the rock hard erection, and slowly begins to flick his wrist up and down.

His mouth is wide open by now. He alters between holding his breath and letting air out slowly. He inhales and exhales through long, controlled sighs, and avoides breathing through his nose altogether.

This is where this story starts to differ from the original…

He's so hard and horny. He's so hot and suddenly eager to come, desperate to finish but to do it before he's caught. He thinks he's getting away with it, except as the pleasure intensifies and an orgasm is building up, he forgets to pay attention to the others.

His mind is fully focused on what he's doing, on the need to remain completely silent, and on the wonderful sensation his hand on his cock produces in his body. He hasn't noticed that he’s being observed.

Haechan is staring at him, newly awake and a little groggy. At first he doesn't register what's going on, only that Chenle is awake and that it looks odd the way he's sitting stiff and holding his jacket like a big cave over his lap.

Then he sees the movements, the way Chenle's arm is shaking ever so slightly. Tiny but fast and continuous quivers.

Finally, as they drive at high speed on a freeway just outside a small town, Chenle's focused face is lit up. They've reach a section of the road illuminated by strong yellow lights. Only then does Haechan begin to realize what is really happening in the back of the van.

He's about to say something. He's surprised, but finds it funny and smiles. It doesn't bother him but he doesn't want to embarrass his friend so he remains quiet.

He considers ignoring Chenle's naughty actions, to let him continue in peace. He could pretend to still be asleep. Or he could make a sound, to alert Chenle to his presence without revealing that he knows what he's doing.

Chenle suddenly gets a sense that something's wrong. His heart jumps and his eyes widen. It feels like he's being watched. It's probably just his mind and heightened senses playing tricks on him, but better make sure.

With his fingers still tight around his dick he looks up, at the heads right in front of him. The inside of the car appears brighter than before, a result of the nearby town and its street lights on the freeway. But no one is looking back at him and he decides to continue despite the added light.

He turns his head slightly, to Jaemin who's sitting to the side just a row in front of him, the person who would be most likely to see what he's doing if he turned around. The man is sound asleep.

Then he turns to look next to him, at Haechan, and that's when he panics on the inside. Haechan isn't sleeping at all. He's wide awake, looking back at poor Chenle who instantly realizes he's been caught.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! The sense of total humiliation is sudden and strong.

Chenle immediately stops stroking. He freezes and lets go of the jacket. He pulls his hand out and flattens the air pocket, pretending he was just adjusting the way he was sitting.

He's not sure just how much Haechan has seen. He fears the worst but hopes for the best. Meanwhile Haechan can't stop grinning, and he desperately wants to laugh and make fun of his horny friend.

But he can't. That would be too mean. Besides, the others are sleeping and he doesn't want to wake them. They can joke and tease tomorrow.

“It's okay,” he mouths without saying the words out loud.

Chenle looks confused. Haechan suddenly becomes a dark silhouette as they leave the town behind and the freeway enters a hilly forest. Chenle never caught the words, and he still doesn't know if he's been found out or not.

The sudden darkness does something to Haechan though. He genuinely finds the situation funny, and exciting. It actually makes him a little horny too, a thrilling tingle between his legs.

“It's okay,” he mouths again, but the two men can no longer see each other's faces.

He instead decides to show his thoughts on the matter. He wants to let Chenle know that he doesn't mind. Without really thinking he suddenly extends a hand, puts it on Chenle's lap, and slowly lifts the jacket to recreate the spacious air bubble.

Chenle remains stiff and frozen, on high alert. He flinches upon Haechan's touch but otherwise doesn't move a muscle. But when Haechan leans closer, reaches in with his hand, and an arm brushes against his stomach, Chenle absolutely panics again.

He quickly flattens the jacket and pins Haechan's arm in place, before the hand can accidentally discover the open pants and boner. In this moment Chenle is totally filled with fear.

Except it's no accident. Haechan wants to do this. He's not sure why but he's filled with excitement at the idea of doing something naughty with his friend. In fact he wants to jerk off himself, suddenly very hard and horny in the back of the car, but somehow jerking his friend off feels less risky.

If they're caught, he can always turn it against Chenle, tease him for masturbating in public, and deny that he was ever involved.

It never gets to that point. No one else will ever have a clue what happened right behind them on this late night trip back to Seoul.

Haechan paused his advance when Chenle pressed down on his arm, but now he slowly extends his fingers and leans in closer still. He gently and quietly pushes the arm and hand deeper inside the jacket. And up close when his eyes have adjusted to the dark, Chenle can sense and see the reassuring smile on his friend's face.

A finger feels the outline of the boner through the underwear. Chenle opens his mouth wide and lets out a long, inaudible sigh. He closes his eyes and relaxes his body, as Haechan's hand goes all the way.

Haechan feels around to get a sense of where the boner is. He plants the whole palm of his hand on it, pushing it gently against Chenle's thigh.

They're both exploring their limits, but it feels incredible to them both. Chenle lifts his ass slightly as a strong pleasure rushes through him, and leans back in his seat pretending that nothing weird is going on at all.

They've come this far. Haechan doesn't tease or seem angry. Chenle is so fucking horny. He might as well just give in and let it all happen.

Haechan retracts his hand slightly, then pushes it back in against Chenle's stomach. He finds the seams of the underwear and two fingers slip inside. Chenle's mind is getting more and more worked up, but also accepting of what is happening. Eventually he lifts the underwear to help his friend get all the way in.

He wants to show Haechan that he's okay with this, that he desperately wants to finish. Having already been caught in the act he can no longer do it himself, not knowing what Haechan would think and feel about it. But if Haechan wants to do it for him, that's a different story. In fact it's even better, because it feels great, forbidden and really exciting when his friend touches him like this.

It's the first time another man's hand is on Chenle's dick. It's actually not the first time Haechan's is on someone else's though. The man seems to be turned on by feeling other people's boners.

Chenle stretches the underwear as high and far as they'll allow. He recreates the air pocket by lifting the jacket. Haechan's head is brushing against his shoulder, and the hand and fingers inside are feeling the full length of the exposed shaft by now.

It's hot and moist between Chenle's legs. The hearts of both men are beating fast.

Haechan glances up, straight ahead to make sure they're not seen. He spots the rear-view mirror and hunches down further, to keep his face and body out of view of the driver. In the cover of darkness he traces the dick with his fingers, then eventually wraps his hand and fingers around it.

Chenle is slouching against the car door. He spreads his legs further and lifts the jacket higher. Haechan's hand starts moving up and down, his arm brushing repeatedly against their clothes.

They're both altering between holding their breaths and exhaling and inhaling deeply. They breathe through open mouths to keep as quiet as possible. Haechan prepositions the jacket, to prevent his movements from making too much noise.

His hand starts to move a little faster. Chenle's fingers are getting weary from lifting the underwear so high, but he doesn't want Haechan to stop. This feels amazing, the way another person strokes his cock and brings him closer to the edge.

He suddenly becomes stiff and tense again. He keeps his whole body completely still, flexing every muscle to hold his ground and not cause any alarm.

Haechan's hand on his dick feels so good. He can feel his orgasm coming, approaching fast with each increasingly rapid stroke. The jacket shakes ever so slightly, and he lifts his elbow to keep the air pocket intact.

Haechan is fully focused on what he's doing. It's no longer about showing Chenle that it's okay. It's suddenly his mission to help his friend finish the job, and he must admit that he enjoys this a lot more than he probably should.

Chenle creates tight fists with his hands, closing and squeezing his knuckles hard. His hands are nowhere near his dick yet it feels incredibly good. He's getting closer and closer to an orgasm, as Haechan's hand moves faster and faster and his fingers squeeze harder and tighter around the strong erection.

Finally Chenle is brought over the edge. He grimaces while holding his breath. He's back in the bubble of false security, focused entirely on the wonderful sensation and completely oblivious to everyone around them, despite his senses remaining on high alert.

His body is getting flustered and his breathing rapid but superficial. He knows he should get Haechan to stop but he certainly doesn't want to and he's managed to keep quiet so far.

Haechan's muscles and body are as stiff as Chenle's, when he jerks his hand in tiny, quick, near-inaudible motions in the dark. He's shaking fast and can feel that Chenle is close.

The dick suddenly jolts in his hand when Chenle eventually erupts. Their muscles tense even more, and for a split second the jacket crumples and slides audibly over Chenle's legs and Haechan's arm. But only slightly and briefly. Not enough to draw any attention.

Chenle quickly lowers the seams over his boner. He knows things are about to get messy, and he doesn't want to get cum on the jacket or on Haechan's hand.

Haechan realizes what is happening and gives the dick one final jerk squeeze. He looks up at Chenle who wants to moan and scream in pleasure, but who manages to control himself. The man's mouth is wide open, his eyes are closed, and he jerks his head and his body does a little jump.

That tells Haechan to get out before it's too late. With the seams of the underwear already pressing tight around his wrist he quickly retracts his hand. He puts it on Chenle's stomach, when Chenle erupts and shoots his load into the absorbent fabric of his underwear.

To Chenle it feels fantastic. This is just the release he needed so badly. Finally he might be able to get some sleep.

Haechan is suddenly grinning again. He's smiling wide and wants to laugh out loud when he observes his friend going through the intense orgasm.

He turns his head toward Chenle's ear and whispers: “Did you come?”

Chenle is working hard to catch his breath without heaving for air. “Yeah,” he whispers and smiles, reassured by how well Haechan is taking everything.

Haechan looks satisfied and sits up straight. He returns to his own seat and looks out the window before anyone can catch them.

Chenle is completely satisfied but there's still two hurdles to overcome. The abrupt eruption has caused his body to change quickly, and the struggle to keep his breathing down is real. He still wants to pant, to gasp loudly and without restraint. His lungs are desperate for air, to keep enough oxygen flowing through his hard-working system, and for a moment he feels like he's going to faint.

He closes his eyes and shifts his focus from the orgasm to his breaths. He holds it for as long as he can, but is eventually forced to exhale deeply. He controls the big sigh, drawing it out for as long as possible, before he inhales with his mouth wide open and repeats the process.

It takes three cycles before he's able to adequately calm himself to be able to relax a little.

The second problem is the cum. He lowered his underwear on time, but when he reaches in to feel he realizes that sperm is seeping through the fabric. His fingers get wet and sticky. He wipes them on a dry spot on the underwear, then feels a cold sensation when his wrist brushes against a soiled spot on the inside of the jacket.

Fuck, he thinks, wondering how much and how far his mishap has reached. It's probably not too bad, he convinces himself. It will dry.

His breaths return to normal. He's able to relax the muscles in his arms and legs. His hand rests beside the dick, while he keeps holding the jacket up slightly with his arm to let air in and allow the cum to be absorbed before he accidentally smears it any further.

The dick has grown slack and he sinks into his seat. Then he finally looks around again.

Ahead of him, no one has noticed a thing. The car is still humming along as if nothing has happened at all, and his friends are still where they were when he first started pleasuring himself.

When he turns to look Haechan is still leaning against the door, looking out the window. Then he turns around too and their eyes meet. They can't make out each other's faces, but they can both feel that the other is smiling and grinning.

“Thanks,” Chenle mouths.

Haechan nods slowly then turns away again. He puts his jacket back over his shoulder and creates a make-shift pillow using a folded hoodie. He looks out at the dark forest then closes his eyes. He'll try to get some more sleep despite now being the one who is too horny and hard to fully relax.

Chenle reaches in to close his pants. He feels around for a bit to confirm there's no more cum that might be seen when they get out. He pulls his hands out and flattens the jacket on his lap, still keeping it there for a sense of security.

He rests the hands on top of it. Then he too closes his eyes and leans against the side of the van, new yellow lights suddenly flickering over his face as they drive fast along the road.

The fear and worry is pushed out of his mind. He feels good and satisfied. Finally, he's able to fall asleep and join his oblivious friends in dreamland.

The orgasm was necessary, and it was amazing. If he hadn't done it he'd be awake for the rest of the trip. He's more than happy that Haechan didn't call him out, but rather decided to lend a helping hand.

And, if the man were to decide to tease him about it tomorrow, he could always bring up the fact that he was in on it too. What Haechan did is perhaps even more funny and embarrassing in the eyes of their friends as jerking off in the first place would be.

Odds are neither of them will bring it up at all. But they're both really glad that it happened, because it really did feel great.

[dottowos]

this is so cringe but like..dottore and those automatic fuck machines if you know what I'm talking about?

he's tied your hands behind your back, your face against the cold table or floor, blindfolded and gagged while the machine relentlessly fucks you from behind using a silicone duplicate of his own cock

maybe some segments will come by and drop a load into your mouth and throat while the machine overstimulates you again and again

but he's just observing because maybe you pissed him off? or maybe he's just a sick fuck (he is) (/lovingly)

Dottore creating things to spice things up certainly wasn't unheard of, considering all the trials of aphrodisiacs he went through to find the perfect one, vibrators with different settings he loved to test on you, even a replica of his cock... all of which he prefers to sit back and watch. Dottore would keep his eyes on you only as the toy ruins you, only occsionally stroking the bulge in his pants - he's much more interested in those delicious expressions of yours than himself right now. However, one thing he won't let you do is come on one of his toys (in his presence at least) - that's reserved for him only. Is it bad of an experimenter to cut their experiment early? Well, technically yes - but this is a different case - the only cock he wants you coming on is his.

Regardless, even though you shouldn't be surprised by his latest invention, it still throws you for a loop at the pace (that he controls, alternativing from agonizingly slow to hammering into you) as well as the cold air hitting your nude body - you can't see anything, but you know Dottore's just there watching you get mercilessly pounded, barely even saying a word. Who knows what he could be doing - stroking himself too, taking notes, or maybe even doing his own work and ignorning you. :(

You were just teasing him a tiny bit, grinding on his lap, but when he said he was going to give you want you want, you weren't expecting this! The worst part is that Dottore still never lets you come, always halting the machine before it can give you your much needed relief. :( And when you are about to finally reach your limit, he grabs your chin and asks if you enjoyed disturbing his work, questioning if you've learned your lesson (of course you haven't and it will happen again) - his harsh tone a stark difference from gently wiping your tears away. But still, you furiously nod your head as he hums in approval, and finally you can come as your hole easily accepts his actual cock.

Some segments don't even say anything to you once they start using your mouth at a inhuman pace comparable to the actual machine, leaving you to guess who they are from the small moans and pants. Some prefer to mock you through it, knowing that afterward you're too fucked out to try and refute their words, while others praise you even though you can't really hear them. Some are decent enough to at least clean around your mouth, some prefer to leave you there like that with cum dripping down your face and chest (and have the audacity to scold you for wasting it even though you're tied up) - either way, you always look lovely enough to come back for a second round, and both your holes are going to be more than ready for them.

Even when Dottore cleans you up afterward and holds you, you're still to shy to look at him and he gets amused when you try to shoo him away. Anyway, you get lots of kisses from them all for being so cooperative! <3

[gingernut1314]

Sunflowers

Summary: The Medicine Seller comes to visit you once more and you must turn him away.

Content: gender-neutral reader, based off the Mononoke movie, bit of flirty Kusuriuri, slight angst, talk of marriage, reader once traveled with kusuriuri

Word Count: 1.3K

A/N: I really should have rewatched the movie before trying to write for Kon Kusuriuri but unfortunately while at college I have no access to netflix so we're going off the vibes I got when I first watched. I hope you all enjoy!!

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Air flowed against your skin in a whirlwind of florally-spiced scents you knew all too well. Scents that belonged to the brightly dressed man who had appeared beside you almost as if he had been the breeze that had caressed your cheeks. 

“You should leave.” You bluntly spoke, the friendliness you usually offered him nowhere to be found. 

“My, my,” Kusuriuri purred in your ear, the sound vibrating through your body in a way you tried your hardest to ignore. “Have I caught you in the clutches of a sour mood?” You shot him a sharp glare that he only smirked at. 

“You’ve caught me on my way to pick flowers.” 

“And I am still to leave? Let me join you.” You paused and the medicine seller was quick to do the same, his kerria yellow eyes watching you carefully. All too carefully. Like he could see straight into your soul. You knew he might actually be able to, what with his strange abilities and powers. 

“No.” The word came out weaker than you had wished it. You had wished it to be firm. Commanding. For it to be enough explanation as to why he couldn’t join you as he once might have. 

“No?” He questioned with the slightest tilt of his head, his wild, ash-white, and red-tipped hair falling over his skin. Skin so pale it reminded you of the snowfall when you had first met him. You nodded on a shallow swallow. 

“You know why.” He took a cautious step closer. A step you could easily tell him to back off from taking if you wished it…did you wish it? Did you truly wish for him to leave?

“Do I?” You huffed, your grip on the basket in your hands tightening 

“Yes. Don’t play innocent with me.” The peddler stood eerily still. Too still and too calm for the situation. But you knew that’s how he was. Knew that in his line of work, if one wrong move was made, especially one full of emotion, someone else would die. 

“I don’t see how the why should stop me from accompanying you to your garden.” You’re shouldering stooped low at his words, disappointment and frustration beginning to weigh heavy over you.

“You are teasing me.” 

“Me? Teasing?” The corner of his lips pulled lightly upwards. “No, never.” 

“You’re insufferable.” Again he stood very still. Too still. Like he suddenly reverted back to that slab of marble you always thought he had been craved from.

“I don’t see…” You frowned deeply as he started speaking once more. “How the why should stop us from seeing one another? From being…” Yellow-gold eyes moved then. Moved every so slow over your body in a way that always had your stomach sparking. Had it fluttering now despite your weak attempts to stop it. “Friends.” 

“Because the why,” You snapped in an attempt to keep your composure in front of him. “Is marriage. I’m getting married and I can’t be--be--” You huffed, throwing a hand outward in motion towards the surrounding world. “Gallivanting,” 

“Gallivanting?” He chuckled. You ignored him as you continued. 

“around the country with a medicine peddler.” His chuckle faded, but that mischievous smile, which was only deepened by the purple paint covering his top lip, stayed. You knew he was more than just some peddler. Much, much more. But it changed nothing. “It would be a betrayal to my future spouse to continue our friendship.” 

“Who is…?” You narrowed your gaze at him. A gaze that only seemed to further amuse the strange man. 

“I believe you’re missing the entire point.” You pinched at the bridge of your nose as if to ease the growing headache this horrid conversation was going to give you. When you looked back up, you found he was still watching you. Still waiting for an answer to his most recent question. “I am to be married to a Samurai. He is kind-hearted and honorable. Willing to not look too hard into the reason I traveled all over Japan.” 

The medicine seller again watched you. Watched you in a way that made you antsy. 

“I knew of a Samurai,” He started on another cautious step closer to you. “Who only cared for wealth and pretty things he could break.” 

“Do not compare my future spouse to one of your ghost stories.” The medicine seller chuckled but stopped his story as you requested. 

“Will the why stop me from giving you a gift?” You eyed him and all his brightness. Eyed him as he gracefully pulled the wooden box from his back to the ground. “Think of it as…a congratulations.” He finished, kneeling as swiftly as the wind before his crate full of so many oddities. 

You couldn’t help the curiosity that sparked in your chest. Couldn’t help your feet from moving closer and closer till you were stood next to him. Till you were crouching there with him, shoulder pressing against his.

It made you think of time after time you’d knelt next to him like this. It made you… saddened at the thought this could--would be--the last time. 

You watched as his thin fingers pulled open one of the drawers, revealing corked potions and trinkets and incense of all kinds. Watched as long, purple nails grazed over his wares in search of your gift. 

He plucked a squared pouch tucked safely against a vial full of pinkish liquid and extended it your way. Gently, you took it from him, the tips of your fingers warming at the fleeting feel of his skin on yours.

“There are sunflower seeds within.” He spoke on a low, lulled tone. One just loud enough for you and you alone to hear. “Many get them from Russia but,” He tapped lightly at the paper pouch. “These have come straight from the Americas.” You turned the pouch over in your hands this way and that, feeling the small bumps the seeds within created.

“What do they look like?” You asked just as lowley back.

“Like the sun they are named after.” You let your eyes shyly glance toward his face. Let them take in the red, blue, and yellow markings painted over his smooth skin. Let them take in the deep wells of his yellow eyes. Eyes you found yourself trying to burn into the forefront of your memory. Eyes that maybe these flowers would help you remember. Would be his eyes any time you looked upon them. 

“I’m…” Such--regret washed through you then. 

You shouldn’t have returned home.

You shouldn’t have left his side. 

You shouldn’t be driving him away now…but…

You let your regrets guide your hand upward to lay against his cheek. Let guide your thumb to feel over his skin’s warmth. 

Those eyes you wished to remember filled with such longing then. Filled with an understanding you wished they wouldn’t. 

You wished he would beg for you. Plead with you to come away with him. To forget this silly marriage you had wound yourself in and be with him. 

But as he leaned into your touch, rubbed his cheek against your palm like a cat might for its master, you knew he wouldn’t. Knew he respected your decisions and the dutied laid out before you. 

“I will return should you find need for me.” He murmured, eyes drinking in your featured. “No goodbyes.” You forced a smile to your lips. 

“No goodbyes.” You agreed. “Thank you.” He nodded, turning his face to let his nose nuzzle at the heel of your palm. To place a soft, tender kiss to the skin there. A kiss that burned at your flesh and your very soul. One you wished to grab hold of and never let go.

But you pulled away regardless. Pulled away and watched he packed his wares back up. Watched as he looped his arms through their woven straps and watched in agonizing silence as he walked away. Watched as he disappeared over the hill, leaving you with nothing but the sunflowers in hand and the bittersweet memories you wouldn’t long forget.

[existentialspacebabe]

Just finished episode 13 and I have some thoughts.

Completely rambling and idk if it makes total sense because I haven't slept in like 40 hours lmao

So. Tohma has these pills that he said are "prescribed" to him. I have 2 theories on that.

1. They actually are prescribed to him, and he uses them for an off label use. He said he uses them for headaches, and given that they're anti-anxieties, I've seen people theorize about his mental state. However, and someone who is personally actually prescribed more than one mental health medication, one of them is prescribed for off label use. It's prescribed for my migraines and insomnia. Because of this I think that if he's telling the truth about it being for headaches, maybe his stigma (projecting soundwaves) is changing the structural integrity of his brain. MC said she felt the vibrations in her whole body and it rumbled the floor under her feet. Can you imagine the damage it could cause INSIDE A HEAD?? He probably also does have insomnia because while Jin isn't feeling it, most, if not all hiyse duties fall onto Tohma and he's always portrayed as not having time for things because he's constantly working

2. I looked up Alprazolam (Xanax). It's not only an anti anxiety. It can be used to treat panic disorders with AGORAPHOBIA!! In the beginning of the chapter, people were talking about how much more of Jin they'd seen recently and the fact he's going on missions and being out and about is HUGE after the Clash. I've seen other theories that Jin's stigma makes him paranoid the more he uses it, and he's worried about another Clash, so maybe Tohma's "prescription" is something he's getting on the DL from Mortkranken and slipping it to Jin to try to gain footing for the Laurel Crown by having the Once Great Ice King™️ break down his walls a bit more

[blackkatdraws]

He doesn't bleed, he shatters.

[waterlogged-detective]

i wanna write lore about my characters but i am in the eternal struggle of how do i start

[quietwingsinthesky]

ohhhh u know what i wanna write. need to, even. very important to do it at some point. but i think i really do need to make the doctor have a meltdown. i think that would be very cathartic to put them through.

[davinawritings]

A Knotty Discovery

Pairing: Male Werewolf X Fem Chubby Human Reader

Warnings: Smut, Penetration, Knotting, Sex toys, Ruined Orgasm, Creampie

Summary: You come home to find that your extremely attractive Werewolf roommate has found your collection of knotted dildos.

🖤❤️💕💕❤️🖤

When you walked into your apartment, you were surprised not to see your roommate sitting on the couch in the living room. It was Sunday night, which was your traditional movie night together. Both of you worked but always ensured you were home by five on Sundays. Since you both had Mondays off, you made Sunday your weekly pizza and movie night, staying up late and enjoying each other’s presence.

Decker and you have lived together for over a year now, and honestly, you love it. The only problem was your small, well maybe not so small, crush on him. You couldn’t help it, though; he is just so amazing. He is the exact opposite of you. You are human, and he is a werewolf. While you are short and chubby, he is massively tall and made of muscle. You are soft and gentle, while he is hard and strong.

You cherish movie nights where he wraps an arm around you and pulls you close. You love leaning against his large body and nuzzling into his soft fur. He always manages to brighten your day and make you laugh. He takes care of you and makes you feel love. Unfortunately, he has never expressed any romantic interest in you, so you try to be content with having him as a friend.

It’s already past five, and Decker is usually getting everything set up for movie night by now. You set the pizza you brought home on the counter, thinking he must be running late. You head for your bedroom and decide to take the extra time to put on your cute pajamas.

You certainly had not been expecting to walk in and see Decker kneeling on the floor in front of your closet, your box of vibrators and dildos open in front of him. There are several knotted dildos on the floor beside him, and the largest one is gripped in his clawed hand. Your face heats up immediately, and you accidentally let out a small gasp at the sight.

The noise catches his attention, and his eyes immediately meet your own. You quickly look to the floor in embarrassment at his intense gaze. “Oh, no, pretty girl. Eyes on me. How long have you been hiding this? Hmm?”. You can’t seem to push any words out of your mouth, and you hear him moving because of your lack of response. You stand entirely frozen as he stops before you, using one hand to guide your eyes up to his.

“All these months, you have never shown any interest in monsters. The only male you went on a few dates with, being that loser human, and now I find all this. My adorable little human likes monster cock, well, werewolf cock specifically”, he says with a smirk. You try to pull away, your mortification at an all-time high at his words, but he doesn’t let you budge.

“Sweetheart, I don’t think you realize how much I have been holding myself back, thinking you had no interest in a werewolf like me. From the moment I met you, I wanted you sitting on my knot. I wanted to hold your plush body in my claws and never let you go, but I thought you wanted a human male. I had to keep myself from ripping your clothes off every fucking day”. You let out a needy whimper at his words, and a smirk appeared on his face once again.

“Baby, when you wear those little pajama shorts, and I can see your thick thighs, all I can think about is holding them in my hands as I thrust my cock inside you over and over. And last Sunday, when you wore that cute little nighty for our movie night, I swear I was hard all night. All I wanted to do was bend you over the side of the couch and knot you all night long. Your body looks so fucking breedable, baby, and I just want to fill you every moment of every day” he finishes his last statement with a low growl, and it goes straight to your panties.

You wet your lips and reply, “I.. I have always wanted you, Decker. I just didn’t think you were interested in me, so I never said anything”. He shakes his head and says, “Baby, how could I not want you? Everything about you makes me want to claim you, and that’s exactly what I plan on doing, but first, you are going to show me exactly what you do with those toys over there.

You feel a twinge of embarrassment at the thought, but it is quickly overpowered by arousal and lust at the thought of him watching you. He gives you a quick pat as you make your way over to the toys and reach for your medium-sized dildo.

“The big one, sweetheart. I must ensure you are nice and stretched out when I take you. I’m a lot bigger than your little toys over there”, he tells you, his voice a low purr. You almost moan at his words, the excitement of being so filled making you crave him even more.

You slowly take off your clothing, wanting to tease him a bit. As your panties hit the floor, you see Decker take a big inhale and moan. You blush under his gaze, and he gives you his signature wolfish grin.

You place the large dildo on the floor, the suction cup base holding it in place. You kneel over it, lining its tip up with your wet entrance. You look at him as you slowly let your weight push you down on the thick dildo. His eyes don’t leave your slick cunt as he moves one of his hands to squeeze his cock over his pants. You felt your mouth salivating at the sight.

You reach halfway down when you rise up again, leaving just the tip inside you before dropping back down. You continue this until the knot presses against your entrance on each downward stroke. You moan as you watch his eyes bounce all around your body. The dildo feels so good, but his eyes on you feel even better. You release soft whimpers and moans, and you work your body up and down.

“That’s it, baby. Keep riding. Fuck I love the sight of your greedy cunt swallowing that dildo. You look so fucking beautiful, baby. There you go. Go a little faster, baby. I wanna see those perfect tits bounce faster, little one. Fuck princess, I can’t wait to fill you with my cock. I wanna see you take that knot, baby. I wanna see your greedy little pussy stretch around it”, he growls out, lust lacing his voice.

You spread your legs wider and drop your pussy down lower. You move one of your fingers down to your swollen clit and rub tight circles on it. Pleasure slams through your body, and the knot fully pops inside your tight cunt. “Fu-Fuck Decker. I’m cumming. Fuck I’m cumming”, you cry out.

Just as your cunt clenches down at the beginning of probably the best orgasm of your life, Decker wraps his claws around your arms and pulls you up and off the dildo, the suction cup keeping it secured to the floor. You cry out at the ruined orgasm, your cunt trying to clench around nothing, and your clit pulsing in need of stimulation. Tears spring to your eyes as your thighs clench together, trying to get any stimulation at all. Decker is quick to reach one hand down and separate your legs, stopping any stimulation and ruining your orgasm completely.

You look at him in confusion and a hint of betrayal as tears stream down your face. He licks up the tears from your cheeks before saying, “Sorry, sweetheart, but I’ve decided that the first time we fuck, the only knot you are going to cum on is mine.” With that, he pushes you back to lie on the bed as he starts stripping his clothes.

You stare at every glorious inch of his body that gets exposed. Your need for him increases with each second. As his cock is revealed, you audibly gasp. He wasn’t lying when he said he was bigger than your toys. His cock is so giant that even fully hard, it hangs down towards the floor, too heavy to stand upright. The knot at the base is larger than your fist, and your nipples harden even more at the thought of him forcing it inside you.

“Tell me you want it, princess. I need you to tell me now because once I start, I won’t be able to stop. I’ve thought about this for far too long to be able to hold back once I finally have you,” he says, giving you one last chance to back out.

You spread your legs wide, making sure your dripping pussy is entirely on display, and reply, “Please, Decker. Please, I want this, I need this, I need you. Please fill me. Make me yours”. He is on you before you even finish. He pushes your legs up and over his shoulders, his cock resting over your pussy and your lower belly. He thrusts his cock back and forth but holds back from entering you, just working on covering himself in your slick juices.

“Mmmm, I love how soft your body is, baby. So fucking perfect in every way. Drives me fucking mad”, he growls out. Each brush of his cock rubs your pulsing clit, and all you want is for him to push inside you. You are just about to start begging when he finally lines himself up with your needy hole and pushes in. He only goes about halfway, but you are already crying out at the feeling.

He moans your name and keeps thrusting, moving deeper and deeper with each stroke. He watches your body open up for him, mumbling the word perfect under his breath. On his next thrust, his knot hits your entrance, and he seems to lose all control. He grabs onto your love handles and starts fucking you like an animal.

You cry out in ecstasy at feeling so full, his cock slamming into your g-spot brutally on every thrust. Your hands grip his forearms, needing to hold on and ground yourself as he fucks you like he owns you. “Fuck Decker… you feel so good. Don-don’t stop. Please don’t stop. Please”.

He moans at your begging, leaning forward to cover your body with his own. Your knees are pushed up towards your shoulders, and his body keeps you in place, unable to move. You cum with a cry of his name, squirting on his cock from the pleasure.

He doesn’t give you any time to recover as he continues using your puffy pussy. You whimper at the overstimulation that sets in, but you don’t want him to stop. You need to feel him knot you. You need to feel him fill you with his cum.

“Your pussy is fucking heaven, baby. I’m never fucking letting you go. Do you hear me? You’re MINE.” he says as his thrusts speed up. His hips slammed against you and pushed you down into the mattress. You only manage to whimper and moan in response, tears streaming down your chubby cheeks in pleasure.

He pulls back almost entirely before slamming his hips down, pressing his knot against your entrance and keeping it there as he tries to push it in. Your entrance puts up a good fight, and he growls, angry at the denial of entry. You start to question whether or not he will be able to fit his knot inside when he shifts his weight so almost all of it is in his hips, pushing his knot harder against your dripping cunt.

Gravity seems to be on his side as his knot is forced into your tight cunt as he drops down against you completely. You scream out his name at the insane stretch, never having been this filled, his tip kissing your womb. Your arms wrap around his back as your nails dig into his fur. He starts his thrusts again, but this time shallow as his knot stays stuck inside of you. Each stroke causes your body to jiggle beneath him, your nipples rubbing against his hairy chest, sending shocks of pleasure to your aching clit.

He pulls his hips back, and his cock pulls your bottom half off the bed by your swollen cunt, before he drops back down. He groans with the motion and continues repeating it. You cry out each time, your pussy overfilled and overwhelmed with the sensation of him.

He slams you down once more, and your legs begin to shake with pleasure. You scream out his name as your cunt once again clamps down on his massive cock, milking him with everything you have. You feel his cock twitching as he lets out a loud growl followed by swears. His cock begins filling you to the brim with his seed. Your already too-full pussy is being filled even more. Your lower stomach bloats and hardens as he cums and cums and cums, his knot not allowing even a single drop of his seed to drip from your cunt.

You cling to him as you both come down, trying to regulate the air in your lungs. He keeps you pressed to him as he rolls onto his back, draping you over his warm chest. You stay like this for a few minutes, just enjoying the feeling of each other’s embrace. As your mind starts returning, you sit up slightly to look at him.

“Why were you going through my closet?” you ask him. He gives you a soft smile and answers, “I was setting up for movie night and wanted to get that fuzzy throw blanket you keep on the couch in the winter. It’s a little cold today, so I thought you might enjoy it. I remember you saying you were putting it in the closet, so I went looking for it.”.

You smile at his thoughtfulness and place a loving peck on his snout. “The throw blanket is in the hallway closet for future reference.” He stares at you for a moment before laughing. His chest rises and falls, causing you to shake up and down. His laughter is quickly interrupted by a moan as your pussy shifts on his cock from the movement.

“Well, we probably have another 30 minutes to rest while my knot goes down, and then we can start movie night. Although I think this time I’ll have you seated on my lap with my cock and knot nice and warm in your perfect little cunt”.

You smile approvingly, moving your head back to snuggle into his warm chest. You never thought you would be thankful that your roommate found your knotted dildos.

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