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woso-dreamzzz · 9 months ago

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Wingwomen

Hardersson x Child!Reader

Part of the Big Adventures Universe

Summary: The Wingman episode

"We are your wingwomen for today," Morsa says to the camera attached to the car," This is Pernille Harder. She plays for Denmark. She plays for Chelsea." She smiles at Momma. "I know you pretty well, I can tell you that."

"You do," Momma says," I can introduce you too. Magdalena Eriksson, captain for Chelsea FC. Playing for the Swedish national team, making a lot of tackles on the football pitch but, also, at home sometimes."

Morsa laughs awkwardly. "Oh, okay."

You laugh too and Morsa reaches back to wiggle your leg. "And our little baby," She says," y/n. The future of Sweden."

Momma rolls her eyes as she pulls out of the spot. "Denmark."

"Sweden."

"Denmark."

You giggle again. "I like Arsenal!"

Momma and Morsa both groan and you beam a sunny smile.

"We started off as just friends, playing together for the same team in Sweden," Morsa says during the drive," Pernille asked me if I wanted to take a math course with her and then we studied math. And yeah, the rest is history."

"Momma doesn't like math!" You say from your seat as you make your girl-swan and girl-moose kiss.

"I like math, princesse!"

"Don't teach me math," You say back, sticking out your tongue.

Morsa laughs. "Now the producer wants to hear about the photo."

"The photo."

"The photo, yeah."

Momma smiles. "Which one? The one with us or Princesse? Because both of them kind of blew up."

"Our one first."

"It was taken at the world cup.. Yeah, after the game I kissed you. The picture was taken and we suddenly just had twenty-thousand more followers on Instagram and Twitter. I didn't get it, like, what happened?"

"After that picture," Morsa says," We really became role models. A lot of people were looking at us and were happy to be able to see that people can be open. If you're two girls in love or a girl and a boy or two boys, it doesn't matter, whatever you are. That's the message we wanted to share. It was a complete coincidence that the picture was taken but it ended up becoming a really beautiful thing."

"And the medal picture?"

"The medal picture," Morsa says softly. She turns her head to look at you. "What's the medal picture, princesse?"

"When I was wearing your medal!" You reply with a silly grin," I was very little but you still gave it to me."

"She did," Momma says," We've got that picture framed somewhere in the house. It was very cute."

"I was just making sure she understood how heavy it was," Morsa laughs," For when she wins her own."

"I'm gonna win a World Cup medal!" You insist.

"Of course you are." Morsa presses her finger to her ear to listen to the producer man before turning to Momma again. "Who or what convinced you to join Chelsea? Anyone in particular?"

Momma laughs. "Morsa thinks she's the reason we moved to Chelsea, princesse."

"She is," You say, stubbornly crossing your arms over your chest," Could've stayed at Wolfsburg."

Momma rolls her eyes. "I just think it was just the perfect timing and obviously you were playing on the team."

"It's a little bit of a bonus."

"That's a bonus, yeah. No more bath time duties, no more having to play all the time. You definitely have your uses."

"Morsa plays with me a lot," You cut in," And she does my hair in the morning. It's not always good but she tries."

Morsa turns to look at you in betrayal. "What do you mean it's not always good?!"

You shrug. "Sometimes you tug too hard."

Morsa still looks at you, mouth open wide before she reaches back to tickle your sides. You shriek and try to wiggle away but you're still strapped into your seat so you can't go anywhere.

"Do you have a funny story about the party?" Morsa asks," After winning the league?"

Momma's face lights up. "Ugh, yes!"

Morsa hides in her hands. "Are we really sharing this?"

"Morsa got excited," You say," Because she had a party with the team and forgot that she's too old to party."

"I'm not old!"

"Yes you are."

"No I'm not!"

"You're a Morsa. All Morsa's are old! You're too old to party! You went blergh everywhere!"

Morsa rolls her eyes and looks at the camera. "Because of Covid, because of everything, I hadn't been able to party in over a year. I didn't really know how much I could handle in that evening and..."

"And Morsa threw up in the toilet!"

"And I was taking care of her," Momma says," Like the good girlfriend that I am."

Morsa smiles weakly as you giggle. "Yeah, you had to do girlfriend duties."

"And Millie had to take over babysitting the princesse."

Momma pulls up to the restaurant and you eagerly look out the window, kicking your little legs. It's not often that you get KFC.

"Okay, Pernille," Morsa says," It's time. It's called The Colonel's Quiz." She pulls out a little KFC bucket.. "You can start."

"I'll take the first one."

"And just so you know before we start, Princesse gets to choose a forfeit for the loser so there's a lot at stake, okay?"

"Okay," Momma says," What is my favourite food?"

"I would say..." Morsa thinks for a moment. "Like sushi or Japanese food."

Momma nods. "It's Japanese slash Mexican."

"That's what we had yesterday!" You giggle.

"That's right, princesse. I got one correct answer!"

"Okay, so the next one," Momma says," What is my worst habit?"

"It's you sometimes ask too many questions," Morsa replies.

You think for a moment. "Er...You make me speak English at home!"

Morsa and Momma laugh.

"I said I ask questions before I try to figure it out myself."

"Two points for Morsa!" You announce. You like this game. It's fun.

"How many times did I win player of the year in Denmark? I mean, if you were a really good girlfriend, you actually should know."

"Five times?" Morsa asks, not looking too sure.

"Is that your final answer?"

"No, six times?"

You frown. That doesn't sound right either.

"Is that your final answer?"

"That's my final answer. Is it correct?"

"Yes?"

"Is it correct?"

"Yes, it is."

"Oh my god!" Morsa celebrates

You shake your head. "No," You say," Morsa's wrong. It's seven, I counted all of them at home."

Morsa laughs. "Pernille, the producer says she's right. It's actually seven."

Momma's eyes go wide. "Oh, is it? I thought it was six!"

"Momma's won too many," You say earnestly," 'Cause she can't keep up with how many she has." You shake your head almost in disappointment. When you win prizes when you're older, you're never going to forget how many you've got.

"Two out of three is not bad," Morsa says.

"No."

"Not let's see how well you know me." She picks up the slip of paper. "Who is my favourite music artist slash band?"

"Er..." Momma looks a bit worried. "Leonard Cohen or something."

"It's Lana Del Rey."

"Are you sure?"

"Momma," You say," I think Morsa knows who her favourites are."

Morsa laughs. "Thanks, princesse. Next question, what is my party trick?"

"I know! I know!"

"Let Momma answer."

"Er..." Momma doesn't look like she knows. "You get drunk and you throw up."

"Shut up!"

"Those are bad words, Morsa! You have to put money in the swear jar when we get home!"

"Yeah, I don't know."

"Princesse?"

"Morsa can open a bottle of beer with her teeth!" You say," She's going to teach me when I get all my big teeth!"

"Magda!"

Morsa tries to change the subject quickly. "Zero points for you, Pernille. We already have a winner but let's do the last question just to see if you know me a little bit. Which team did I make my international debut against?"

Momma blows out all of her and you giggle.

Morsa sighs in disappointment. "Oh, okay well...I'm gonna get out of this car now. This is not good."

"I think it is..." Momma thinks for a while. "Ukraine?"

"No."

"Hungary?"

"No. It's France."

Momma sighs.

"The forfeit is yours. Princesse?"

"Er..." You hadn't actually thought of one in advance. "Er...You...You have to order the food in an English accent!"

Momma looks stricken and Morsa laughs, leaning back to give you a high five.

"Princesse..."

"You have to!" You wave a finger at her," 'Cause you got the forfeit! Forfeits aren't meant to be fun!"

"Are you ready to practice your accent?" Morsa teases.

"You have to say please and thank you a lot," You say helpfully.

Momma pulls up to the window and in a shockingly bad accent speaks," I'd like a Twister Wrap and I'd also like a salad, please."

"Is there anything else?"

"Princesse, what do you want?"

"Popcorn chicken! And er...Fruitshoot!"

"What flavour?"

"Apple and blackcurrent!"

"And a kid's popcorn chicken and an apple and blackcurrent fruitshoot," Momma says in her bad accent.

As you pull away from the machine, the car is filled with laughter.

"Yeah," Morsa laughs," I don't know what the hell that was but it was great. It's so funny that you're like a farmer girl from Denmark doing a posh accent."

The laughter keeps going when Momma drives past the window and then tries to take the tray with her.

"If you're going to eat in the car," Morsa says as she passes you your food and drink," Then you can't spill anything."

"I won't!"

"Okay," Morsa says as you start the drive through," We've got another question here. Which of the players from our team would you want to see doing a Wingmen episode?"

"Well," Momma says," The first one I was thinking about is Sam and Erin."

You giggle. "Sam and Erin are very silly. Like clowns!"

"What about Emma Hayes doing an episode?" Morsa offers.

"Yeah that...that wouldn't be quiet," Momma replies.

"Coach Emma talks a lot," You say," She talks and talks and talks-"

"Where are we?"

"-And talks and talks and talks-"

"This is Harry Potter's World."

"-And talks and talks-"

"I don't know. I've never seen it."

You stop your repetition to gasp. "Momma! But we live in England now! That's...That's really bad!"

Momma laughs. "Sorry, princesse. I didn't realise you were this passionate about it. Who even showed you them?"

"Millie did," You say," She's fun. I like Millie."

"Is she your best friend?"

You think for a moment. "Erin and Sam are my friends too and Guro but they're not my best friends."

"Who's your best friend?"

"Jessie! I like Jessie!"

Morsa laughs. "You and Jessie are two peas in a pod. Best friends forever!"

"Jessie's my bestest friend."

Momma unlocks the car and hoists you out. "Home sweet home. I think we've been some good Wingwomen. "

"I mean this was great fun." Morsa gets out too, pressing a kiss to your cheek before smiling at Moma. "I loved you English accent, that's the best thing for me today."

"I liked the food!" You say, stuffing some chips into your mouth.

"We're never going to get her to eat healthy again," Momma laments.

"Enjoy it while you can, princesse," Morsa says," Because you've not getting anymore fast food for a while."

You stick your tongue out at them. "My bestest friend Jessie will buy me some!"

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miniwheat77 · 1 year ago

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Red. (König.)

!CW! NSFW, smut, fluff, König being protective, blood, poorly translated German, (sorry if I missed any.)

Red is the color you’ve learned to associate with König. Not for any particular reason, but you’ve seen the massive man covered head to toe in blood, and the scariest part about it? It was never ever his own. You met him before he became a Colonel, and when he did become one, you were amongst the first few soldiers he wanted around him. He saw potential in you. He liked having you around. Not for any particular reason, or so he thought.

Red is the color of your panties when König passes by your bedroom when your door is cracked open. You hadn’t realized it was open, forgetting all about it. He watched for far too long, the way you drew them down your legs, discarding them into your hamper and sliding another pair onto your legs. His eyes are dark as he watches you. He has to force himself away from you, he couldn’t do this to himself, he had too much to lose than to pursue something like a relationship.

Red is the color that seeps into his teeth when he bites too hard on his lip. Seeing you pass by, imagining what you look like with only panties on. He can only imagine what you’ll look like with them off too. He moves his hand up his hood, wiping the blood away from his lip, tasting the familiar metallic taste on his tongue, oh how he wanted it to be yours instead. He was obsessed.

Red is the color of the one single rose he’d found on a mission with just the two of you. He passed it to you, smiling even though he knew you couldn’t see it. Your cheeks blushed crimson, and he felt his heart thumping deep in his chest. “Thank you Colonel.” You giggle. Hearing him laugh. “Hübsche Blume für ein hübsches Mädchen.” He mumbles, seeing the way your smile starts to falter. You nibble at your lip nervously. He takes the rose from you, placing it between your skin and the strap of your helmet. Right above your ear. He’d already pulled the thorns off so that they wouldn’t hurt you.

Red is the color of his cheeks when you make the first move, stepping toward him. Reaching very slow as you raise his hood just enough. Right at the bridge of his nose. Pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. He’s the one who deepens it, resting his hands on your waist and pulling you into him to kiss you harder, show you that he wants more. Your lips are flushed and plump from his harsh kiss. Pupils blown out, eyes begging for more of him. He doesn’t know what he’s gotten himself into.

Red is what he sees when a new recruit touches you in a way you don’t like. Resulting in you being upset. He marches right over to the both of you, threatening the man. “If you touch her again, I’ll cut your hands off. Do you understand?” He corners him, your cheeks lighting on fire. He was so protective. How dare he touch you. König was the only man allowed to touch you. Nobody else was supposed to. You were his, only his. He sends the recruit to his room for the night and grasps hold of your wrist, pulling you along. Once he gets you alone. He’s kissing you again. You were his. He was going to make sure of it.

Red is the color of the rose petals he’d decorated your shared house with. Along with candles in the shape of a walkway. You came into your house, shocked by what you see as you set your keys and bag down skeptically. You creep down the hallway, finding him waiting for you in your bedroom. “What is all of this?” You smile. “A surprise. Come here.” He nods. You giggle as he takes your hand, bringing you into him. “I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” He mumbles. You smile up at him, but it falters as he lowers himself down onto one knee. Lifting up the little black velvet box. “Willst du mich heiraten?” He smiles. Seeing your eyes fill with tears.

Red is your daughters favorite color. Anytime she gets a hold of a marker or crayon, it’s always red. Her favorite thing to do is show you and König what she has drawn, and even though he’s not a fan, he’ll let her color red marker onto his fingernails. She’s not quite old enough for the real thing, so marker will have to do for now. You laid in bed next to König after a long night, seeing his nails and how there’s still remnants of red marker. You can’t help but smile. Just as you lie in bed, you can hear a little sniffle at your door. König sits up fast, plucking the little metal chain on the lamp next to him. Seeing his little girl with tears streaming down her face. “Baby what’s wrong?” You ask. “I had a bad dream.” She sniffles. You hear König let out a sigh. “It’s alright liebling, daddy’s gotcha.” He breathes. Reaching his hands out for her and lifting her into your bed. “Stay with mum and dad tonight.” He mumbles. Yawning slightly as she nuzzles up between the both of you. She had him wrapped right around her little finger.

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pixielover1 · 7 months ago

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Wild Flowers.

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3.

Monster!König x reader.

Königs ears flicker and he stares at you with dumbfounded eyes. He thought maybe he was hearing things. He happily nods his head, so hard you’d think it would fly off. He was then following you home with the hot soup in his hands. You could hear his tail cutting through the air. You had no idea what you were doing or why, but you were allowing some strange man into your home! You push the door open and hold it for him as his hands are full. You kick off your shoes and lose a couple inches of height. König places the pot down on your kitchen counter and turns back to face you. Looking down to you, you catch how his eyes are filled with blatant excitement. Such an infectious feeling transfers over to you, making your body and doubts ease. Ever since he fixed your door, an odd feeling has been bubbling inside of your stomach.

You take in a small breath and walk into your bedroom. He truly follows like a lost puppy, keeping himself in arms reach of you. You sit on the edge of your bed and he remains standing with a craned neck. You pat the empty spot next to you for him to sit. He obliges and makes the bed dip from his weight. Noticing how dirty his clothes are, you absentmindedly trace a hand along his chest. You stand to your feet, now eye level with the wolf-man. He’s breathing hard again, and.. shaking? For König this was both heaven and hell. He was in your home, surrounded by your scent and being touched by you. But, it took everything in him not to grab and take you for his own. Unaware of his internal battle, you assume he’s just cold.

Still oblivious you slip his shirt off, now faced with his bare and hairy chest. You turn your back to him after tossing the fabric to the side. “I will go get some water to rinse you, I will be back” You’re only able to make one step before König snares you, his strong arms squeezing your body. His sparse and husky growls were filling your ears as his head dipped down to yours. The new found closeness allows his hot breath to tickle your neck and you feel aroused. “Nein. Stay.” He orders with no room for debate. You nodded as you were in no position to argue. With your submission, König feels his erection grow unbearable. In a flash your back is to the bed, König over you.

He is trembling, desperately trying not to fuck you right here. You gaze up at him with those innocent eyes and his penis jumps. He can’t stand to look at you any more. His savior, the one he would set the world ablaze for. He rests his head on the bed next to yours, his uneven breaths filling the quiet air. Your heart is pounding and a bundle of heat is forming between your legs. His monstrous body caged you between him and the mattress but for some reason, you grow concerned for the man. He looks unwell, so you let him know you’re still here and supporting him. You kiss his cheek. You kiss him. König stops breathing and his body becomes frozen in place. He slowly pulls back, looking at your face with awe and shock. You wore a soft smile on your face. Too inviting for him.

His eyes trace across your body and they linger on your flawless plump curves. He sees how your hips are made for breeding, and his dick starts to leak of precum. Without a warning, he takes his sharp claws and tears off your dress. You yelp, surprised at the sudden motion. His mouth doesn't know where to start, so he leaves kisses everywhere. Your tummy, your breast, your neck. nothing is untouched by him. animalistic noises seep from his mouth as he finally has you. You mewl under his passionate attacks. Your hips buck up in dire need of friction, the heat growing to be too much. König understands and slips his pants off, allowing his cock to spring out. It’s drooling for you, and it’s huge. The sheer length of it makes your breath hitch, and the girth makes your pussy throb. You want him inside of you. You need to feel him. You catch his gaze and you harp out to him, “Please.” That sole word sends König into a frenzy. He starts to rub his aching dick along your soft folds to get his slick onto you. He’s waited too long for this moment and he was going to fucking savor it. he slammed his lips onto yours needily, taking your lips and your breath. You claw at his back, need boiling up in your body past management. Your body is soon littered in deep marks and kisses. König bites and sucks at every inch of skin you have, making the spots ache. You're out of breath simply from his adoration of you. He gives you a gentle kiss on your forehead, making your heart flutter. But the kiss wasn't just him showing his love, it was a warning. He began to slide himself inside of your neglected hole. His growls grow as you have trouble fitting him inside of you. Screams leave your mouth at the stretch of his insane size. Tears roll down your cheek, but as quickly as they fall, König kisses them away. You tangle your trembling hands in his messy hair and try to pull him off of you. He doesn't budge. His jagged nails lock into the bed, leaving tears in your cottony sheets. Your whines make him twitch inside of you. He leans down, whispering in your ear. “Meine Liebe, ich werde dich niemals verlassen.” (My love, I will never leave you.) He then starts to take slow thrusts inside of you, forcing your pink walls open to no end. His weeping dick skirrs though your downy pussy, making you become accustomed to his monstrous shape. Your cries calm and die down into pants as it grows enjoyable. Once he feels your hips squirming, calling for more, he picks up his pace with a grunt. He fucks into you with a salacious stroke, hitting deep inside your gummy interior. You gasp when get a view of him wildly digging into you, his face entranced with ecstasy. He keeps your head trapped in between his arms, staring at you with intense lust. Your pretty face and sounds turned him even more barbaric.

He pulls out, flipping you onto your back. Harshly, he grabs your hips and pushes his cockhead inside your tightness again. Your body was just too welcoming. He rams into you with no remorse, ignoring your pleading speeches. Tears coat your cute face as he stuffs your pussy, the pain and pleasure consuming your mind. His grip on your ass leaves your skin red and sore. He feels the need to breed you, to make you his. Watching your perfect body bounce with every push spurs him on. You have no choice but to feel every thick inch plunge into your sensitive area. The bubble formed in your tummy is about to pop. He keeps his motions up, making your gushing hole remember the shape of him. With a loud cry you cum hard on his cock, making him give a dark chuckle. “Just like that, Mein kleiner Welpe.'' (My little pup) He cooed, stroking your back. You pant and paw at the sheets, the pleasure overwhelming your senses.

König knew then that you were made for him, for his cock. He knew his purpose was to protect and fill you to the brim with his seed. With newfound identity, he cums deep in your womb, your pleasured howls making him feel accomplished. He puts in a few more strokes, making sure you're filled with his cubs. He cherishes the memorable sight of your juices mixed together, cum leaking out your precious pussy. His perfect pussy. He kisses down your back as he carefully pulls out. When his mouth reaches your clit, he kisses it gently. You give him the softest moan he’s heard yet. Finding it so darling, he licks at your overstimulated lips. You whimper and breathe out, “Please.. I-i can’t '' He clusters up the small remains of self control in him, even though he wanted nothing more than to test the limits of your statement. He laid next to you and pulled you into his chest with ease. He rubbed your back calmingly. “Okay?” He asked, wanting to know if he hurt you or not. “I’m okay.” Your tired voice spoke, slightly raspy from the endless moaning. He looks down at you with a mellow smile. He wipes a tear away from your eye and whispers, “Königs.” You hum quietly in response, caving into his desires. At long last you were his; he feels complete. You rest against his chest and he lulls you to sleep, both of you eventually dozing off. He keeps a light sleep to ensure he can still protect you. Leaking his seed, König finally made you his Königin. The next time the sun came out, it would be burning brighter than before, and your life with him would begin.

Hello! This concludes Wild Flowers. I hope you enjoyed my first story! Please feel free to share ideas with me!

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kaisers-house-of-desires · 7 months ago

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Can you do an Yandere Idia x male reader

with reader being Idia's fake boyfriend so Idia's parent don't have to worry or talk about his social life but then Idia got too attached to reader during their fake relationship.

reader sleeping on Idia's room and Idia's horny thoughts took over him and he ended up fucking reader and then after that guilt tripped reader to staying with him as he was starting to become more and more desperate for reader's prescence, time, and body.

(i can't think of deeper details im so sorry 😭)

No need to apologize, reader! I think this is quite doable~

Title: Attached

Characters: Idia x m!reader

Contains: Dark Themes(Yandere, manipulation), somniphillia, handjob, biting

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Full request below the cut

All characters are 18+

MINORS, FEM ALIGNED, AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DNI

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For Idia, to finally have his parents stop asking about a partner was a blessing, but unfortunately for him, it would start a mess.

It had been over a month, maybe two, since this pretend relationship started. You agreed to help the socially awkward male to get his parents off his back. Did it mean having to share a kiss here, a hug there? A few Magicam images to really sell it?

Sure, and really, neither of you minded.

Except now, in the hours of the night, Idia found himself staring at the ceiling, unable to even play a game or check his phone to distract him. His thoughts ran wild, and you sleeping beside him didn't help. His yellow eyes, practically glowing in the dark as they darted to your sleeping form and back up to the ceiling. The whole reason you were here was at his request. It seemed out of the ordinary for you two, and you couldn't quite understand why he would want you over, but assuming it was to set up another farse to fool his parents, you agreed.

Now he was almost regretting it.

Sitting up, Idia's gaze started from your head to your legs. In your pajamas, you slept on top of the blankets, having commenting on how warm it was in the dorm. Idia had yet to change, but he had assured you he would.

He didn't. His mind was too busy.

The only thing he kept thinking about was you.

He never broke his stare, leaning towards you with an outstretched hand. He had plans to turn you, but luckily for him, you turned on your own, now lying on your back. He got a better view of your face, your sweet, sleeping face.

The memories of your fake dates called back to him. The way you held his hand was far too real, the way your fingers would intertwine. The looks you would give him would cause pink to rise to his pale face. He longed for this more than just for the time he needed. He longed for you, for your time, your energy, your...

Idia positioned himself over you, his head over yours, His heart hammered as sinful thoughts danced along his mind.

Blue lips carefully brushed against your slightly parted ones. You didn't stir, which Idia was thankful for. He firmly pressed his lips to yours, enjoying a sweet, yet needy kiss. It was quick, as he didn't want to wake you from your slumber, not yet.

A kiss wouldn't be enough, however, and now that he had a taste, he wouldn't hold back.

Not moving from your side, Idia sat up, eyes darting to your pajama bottoms. With shaky yet eager hands, Idia undid the button that kept the fabric together at your crotch. Instead of digging into your boxers like he wanted to, he attempted to still, and instead gently rested his hand over the mound of fabric. A shuddering sigh left his mouth, eyes nearly fluttering at the touch.

Ever so carefully, he began to massage you, a soft hum leaving you through your nose. He had never done such a thing to another, only himself as he had many a night to think about all the things he wanted to do with you, to do to you. He felt you begin to harden under his hand, your brows furrowing as a breathy moan slipped by your lips. Your arm moved, causing Idia to stop. To his luck, all you did was rest your arm over your eyes, body stilling once you were finished. Idia waited a couple seconds before continuing, this time finally slipping his hand into your boxers to present your semierect shaft to the warm air.

Idia practically drooled at the sight, his face hot from merely holding it in his hand. There was no turning back, and ever so gently, he began to pump his hand along your cock. A groan startled him, but he pressed on. You felt hot in his hand, almost unbearingly so, and the last sane part of his brain screamed at him to stop, but all it took was a name to make him come to a screeching halt as his head slowly turned toward the source.

You weren't awake, you were still asleep, but you had uttered a name that made Idia's heart swell.

"I...dia...~"

A dream, he thought. He has to be dreaming.

And if you were dreaming, then that means you wanted this too, right?

Throwing caution to the wind, Idia attempted to carefully readjust, putting himself by your legs as he finally, yet reluctantly let go of your cock, which now was harder than what he started with. Excitedly, Idia worked to carefully remove your bottoms, boxers and pants now crumbled beside the bed. Idia messed with the buckle of his belt, shaky and sweaty hands fumbling with the leather and metal as he finally worked on his zipper. Eventually, his cock sprang free from the confines of his black boxers. Not wasting any time, fearing you would wake up soon, he positioned himself, lifting your legs up to gain access to your hole. He knew there was no prep, but time was of the essence for him. He pressed his cock to your entrance and--

"I-Idi--AH!"

At the same moment you attempted to speak his name, Idia pushed himself in, your walls not ready for such a protrusion, but the male didn't care, not at the moment. Right now, he stared you down, glazed yellow eyes meeting your pained ones. You had gripped the blankets below you, swearing out with a sob as you made a fist to hit the mattress in frustration.

"I-I'm sorry, y/n, but I...I couldn't help myself anymore." Idia's voice trembled, but not because of fear. It trembled because he was desperate. He needed to move, he could always explain what's happening in the meantime, right? With that in mind, he began to gyrate his hips into yours, both of you filling the hot air with sinful sounds of lust.

Unable to speak, all you could do was grip at Idia's sleeves, panting heavily with each blissful impact of his cock inside as you met his frenzied gaze. Not like Idia would answer anyway, as the man was babbling a mile a minute about how good you felt, about how incredible you were.

Idia fell over you, his head close to yours as his feral thrusting never ceased. He stared down at you, a twisted smile revealing his sharp teeth.

"I-I want you I want you I want you I want you...!"

Before you could give a rebuttal, or rather attempt one, you found Idia's mouth on your neck, those very teeth digging into the top layer of your flesh. All the while Idia's movements never stopped, not even while you let out a scream, the pain oddly sending a jolt to your stomach, heat to your cock.

And he didn't let go. Idia's jaw locked onto your neck, growls and panting sounding beside your ear. With his teeth sinking in, and his thrusts neverending, you found yourself in a taboo position. You were still waking up, and all of this was happening to you. You weren't sure how to react, what to say. Your body was assaulted with pleasure, and all you could do was let it happen.

But to your luck, or misfortune depending, Idia was quick to cum, likely due to his frenzied state, his desperate need to have you.

He filled your hole decently, a slip of cum escaping from the bottom of your stuffed ass. Part of you was grateful it was over, but another part didn't want it to end. Idia finally released his jaw from your neck, indents of teethmarks branding you, some having specks of blood from the pierced skin. As far as Idia was concerned, you belonged to him.

"Hah...~ Look at you...~ You're a mess...~" Though he was one to talk. Despite the sweat sheening on your forehead, the tired eyes that once again met the flame haired man, it didn't compare to the crazed look Idia wore, the toothy grin that just cursed you with a bite. "Don't worry, though. I-I like messes~ You're my favorite mess~"

"I-Idia..." Your voice sounded like a whine, a plea. Idia never pulled out, but instead remained inside, as if leaving would kill him.

"Shhh it's okay." He leaned back down, and you flinched, thinking he would bite you again, but instead he left a kiss on your forehead. "No need t-to say anything, okay? Couples do this. It's normal."

Couples...wait. Did Idia forget it was all for pretend?

"B-But we..."

"Hm? We...what?"

You blinked back the fatigue that crept up on you. "I-Idia...we're not really dating."

Surprisingly, his face went unchanged. "Of course we are. It's been two months. You agreed to go out with me..."

"Idia that's not--"

"So you lied to me...you were just pretending to date me?"

That...that was the whole point! This was all for pretend to get his parents off his back! You blinked back confused tears.

"We agreed--"

"I don't u-understand...why would you do this? Why would you spend...a-all that time with me...?" You felt the air change, his hair looking more active than normal.

"I-It was for your parents, remember?"

"My parents? My parents are thrilled I have someone! If you leave me they'll never let me hear the end of it!" Orange speckled the blue, he was close to popping off, but instead, you thought back on your actions. Perhaps...you had simply misheard him initially. Maybe you thought it was for the parents, but maybe that was a lie Idia came up with to ask you out, fighting his anxieties.

"I-I...I-I'm sorry. I must have m-misremembered..."

The orange settled, and a smile, not as deranged, grew back to Idia's face. "I don't blame you, love. It's late after all."

Finally pulling out from you, which caused you to whine out lightly, Idia got settled with you in the bed, pulling the blankets up to cover your half nude form with him by your side.

"Sleep. You need it, okay?"

Without another word, and afraid to turn your back on him, you curled up, closing your eyes...

...unable to see the traitorous grin that Idia wore.

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ranpazz · 24 days ago

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𝑯𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆.

cw: fem!reader, food play, aphrodisiacs, Ranpo is a little mean, cunnilingous, slight fingering, nipple play, throat-fucking, A little degradation, praise kink (Ranpo), multiple rounds implied(i got lazy), not proofread, etc.. —HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR SWEET BOY. (I didn't make this last minute idk what ur saying.)

Having a boyfriend who's childish is one thing, but when it's his birthday and he demands to be spoiled rotten is a whole different issue. You've been tending to his every need out of your own volition, feeding him, carrying him, and spoiling him whenever he desired. Now, you were a patient woman, especially with your boyfriend, but you think he was going a bit overboard with demands.

Moreover, you believed it was becoming somewhat unfair with how much Ranpo was bossing you around. This was nothing new, but the sheer amount of demands flying out of his mouth became enough. Which is exactly why you decided to take matters into your own hands. Since he enjoys having you feed him so much, you chose to give him aphrodisiac chocolates. A part of you believed he would see right through it, yet he didn't reject nor show any signs of knowing about the sweets. But you knew better.

Which, inevitably so, leads you to now. And for once, he wasn't lazy about something. The birthday boy himself was on his knees, stuffing his face between your legs out of desperation for some sort of relief— which he was denied of. "Mmpffh– you're doing so good… about time, Ranpo." The noirnette in question whined, flicking his tongue repeatedly over your clit before dipping back into your hole.

"Fuck– good boy… -" You breathed out. Meanwhile, Ranpo keened from your praise, using your words as another reason to pull yet another orgasm from you— and perhaps more praise. He kept your legs spread, brows furrowed as he stuffed his face impossibly further into your sweet pussy.

"Feels s'good, keep going- shit. M'gonna cum-" You whined, and just when you thought the pleasure couldn't get anymore overwhelming, Ranpo decided to slip two fingers inside your sopping cunt. He immediately found that gummy spot inside of you, curling his fingers with precision. Your jaw fell slack, moans spilling from your mouth faster than you can register them.

"Fuck! Cumming, Ranpo!" And not even a full second later, you felt the rope in your tummy snap, white hot pleasure overtaking your senses as Ranpo's tongue pushed you into overstimulation as he lapped up your release like a starved man. It became too much, resulting in you tugging him away from your sloppy pussy by his hair.

For a moment you swore you could cum again just by the look on his face. Those gorgeous green eyes were half-lidded, his hair was disheveled, your juices drenching his chin, and he was panting like a dog. Unfortunately, you didn't get to admire the moment for too long. Ranpo pushed you back onto the bed, climbing atop your body and planting himself on your waist.

"I think it's my turn to have my fun, doncha think, sweetheart?" He grinned, and you knew that smile all too well. A familiar flash of mischief, and he was definitely going to use it against you eventually. You watched as he snatched the can of whipped cream off the nightstand— the same one he was eating before you forced the man on his knees the moment you entered the bedroom.

"You're not seriously going too- Ah!" You were cut off by your own gasp, the coldness of the sweet topping enveloping your breasts. "Oh but I am. After all, I'm still the birthday boy." He grinned after he had applied a generous amount to his liking, he tossing the can aside on the mattress before he practically buried his face in your mounds.

A whine left your lips as he swirled his tongue around your areola, teasing you for the earlier treatment. The whipped cream was smeared across your chest—he was a messy eater after all. His free hand reached for your other breast, groping it before rolling your nipple between his thumb and index finger.

You couldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing he was making you feel good in such a way. As you bit your lip in an attempt to muffle the noises that threatened to spill from your lips, the birthday boy wasn't having it. She pinned your wrist above for head, clicking his tongue in disapproval. "Tsk tsk. That's no fair is it? I moaned for you, its only natural you do the same in return."

That was your only warning before two fingers were plunged into your warmth, tearing a moan from your throat. Ranpo seemed pleased with himself, pumping his fingers inside of you before removing his slick-coated fingers from your pussy. You whined at the loss, only to be shut up once he slipped his fingers in your mouth. The first thing you noticed was that your juices weren't the only thing you're tasting.

Ranpo had dipped his fingers in the whipped cream before he forced them into your mouth. He held back a groan from the sight, waiting until his fingers were sucked clean before pulling them from your mouth. "I think you sound much better than me with your mouth shut."

He chuckled before taking your nipple into his mouth, warm tongue swirling around the sensitive bud. "Ah-! Fuck, Ranpo-" You choked out, straining against his grasp on your wrists as you arched up slightly. Ranpo didn't relent, instead focusing on your other nipple as he licked your breasts clean.

"Mmhph-." That was all you got in response, him being too busy stuffing his face to give you a proper reply. The heat that pooled in your tummy was becoming hard to ignore, yet that was another story once Ranpo pulled away from your tits after what seemed like hours. "Y'know, I've been dealing with this for a while, baby. Wanna help me out?"

It took you a moment to figure out what he was talking about, that was until you felt something hard poke your thigh. Ranpo smirked as he released your wrists, tugging down his sweatpants just enough to reveal his hard cock. His tip was flushed an angry red, precum seeping from his slit. You were shocked to say the least, you'd never seen him this worked up before. The power of aphrodisiacs, you guessed.

He crawled forward, his cock practically taunting you as it stood against his pale stomach. It had more girth than length, a perfect mix that pleased you on multiple occasions.

"Well? Open up, pretty. M'gonna shut that filthy mouth of yours." He mused, cupping your chin with his free hand before forcing his thumb into your mouth. Once you finally parted your lips, he wasted no time in shoving his length down your throat.

"Mmffph!"

You couldn't get a word in. Literally. Your mouth was stuffed full of his dick, gagging and choking around his length. He sighed before shaking his head, reaching for the whipped cream that was once forgotten on the bed. "Were you so busy moaning like a slut to even spare some spit? I can't even move like this, baby."

The audacity of this man. He still scolded you when it was his cock in your mouth. His ego was far too high to ever come down, and you couldn't tell if that was a good or bad thing.

He pulled out of your mouth, giving you the rare chance to breathe before spurting the whipped topping into your mouth. It was somewhat melted, but it aided the dryness in your throat. "There we go. Now stay just like that…fuck!"

He slid his cock back into your mouth, the whipped cream surrounding him and the warmth of your tongue pressing flat against a vein along his shaft drove him insane. He began thrusting into your mouth, his tip repeatedly hitting the back of your throat each time, causing your eyes to brim with tears.

"Haah– fuck. This is a perfect use for that…ngh pretty mouth of yours." He ranted, entangling his hand in your hair and forcing you to take more of him. You snapped out of your trance, hollowing your cheeks and sucking him off. Your tongue swirled around his tip, teasing his slit just how he liked. The taste of his precum lingered, the saltiness a stark contrast to the sweet flavor of the whipped cream

"Yeah, good girl– keep going just like that…damn." His hips involuntarily bucked into your mouth, his trimmed pubes tickling your nose with each thrust. It wasn't long before his grunts and whines became more breathy, a telltale he was close. You brought a hand to lightly squeeze his balls, pushing him closer towards the edge. The action tore a throaty whine from his throat, tossing his head back as he neared his climax.

"Just a little more… please, I'm so close, 'm g'nna cum-" You could feel your lungs screaming at you, desperate for the oxygen that he denied you of. After a couple more thrusts, he released his warm load down you throat to which you swallowed every last drop. He pulled out of you mouth not long after, leaving you gasping for air.

"You're so dramatic, y'know that, baby?" He teased, shifting off your trembling body and adjusting his sweatpants before leaving the room. He then returned with a glass of water— that you graciously accepted. You sat up straight, downing the water like a lifeline.

Once you finished off the liquid, you set the glass aside on the nightstand. "You're mean, Ranpo." You grumbled, pouting at the man. However, you couldn't use his own tricks against him.

"You're the mean one. Feeding me aphrodisiac chocolates knowing I can't resist snacks!" He retorted, climbing onto the bed with you before kissing your cheek. His words shocked you. So he was aware the entire time? Then how come-

"Feel grateful. The greatest detective in the world felt bad for bossing you around, so I ate your stupid candy." Despite his words being a bit egocentric and whiney, you still appreciated his little 'sacrifice' to please you. With a smile, you snaked your arms around his neck and pulled him down beside you. "Thank you, baby. I love you."

"I love you too, sugar."

"I'm still horny. Wanna another round?"

"Ranpo!"

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quite-right-too · 1 year ago

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Animal I Have Become

Dark!Tenth Doctor x GN!Reader / requests are open

Summary: The Doctor doesn't like seeing people harm what's his. (18+ only)

The Oncoming Storm.

The Time Lord Victorious.

The Destroyer of Worlds.

The Doctor had many names in many different languages that spread across the stars. Tales of the last of the Time Lords echoed through the galaxy — the man who had destroyed two entire races, including his own people, and stopped being merciful many years ago.

Nobody quite knew how old the Doctor was, or how far back the legends had been traced, but one thing was certain.

Everywhere you went, people were afraid of the Doctor.

The Doctor you knew was gentle and kind. He made you breakfast in the mornings and told you how much he loved you. His eyes were so full of adoration and joy when he was around you.

However, that didn’t mean he was always like that.

All you had done was stop for repairs. You had a task to complete; find the market stall and acquire a list of parts. The Doctor had already written a list and drew some pictures next to each part to make it easier for you to find.

The city you were in was disorienting. It had already gotten dark, making the directions you were given nearly useless. One wrong turn and you found yourself in an alley. As you went to turn around, a man approached you.

His skin was a dark, rich shade of blue. He looked human aside from that. And the small horns that stuck out of his forehead. ‘Like a devil,’ you thought.

“So,” the dark humanoid man standing in front you took a step forward, prompting you to take a step back. “What’s someone like you doing in a place like this?” The street lamp above you flickered unnervingly as you inched further and further away. Each step forward was met with a step back until you were cloaked in darkness, just outside of the small illuminated circle you were relying on for just a modicum of safety.

You felt your back hit the wall as you took another step backwards — it was a dead end.

You were trapped.

Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum.

Your heart began to race as a silver glint in the man’s hand caught your eye. The low light reflected off the knife that he held tightly.

Uncertainty makes you afraid. Fear makes you reckless. Just be confident in everything you do and above all else, just remember…

The Doctor’s words echoed through your head as you tightened your fists, preparing for whatever was going to come next. If you were going to die, you would not make it easy. You braced for the inevitable as your attacker surged forward.

I will always be there to save you.

The blue-skinned man was pulled backwards into the light and tossed to the ground. A sickening crack echoed through the dark alley followed by a groan and a cough.

Towering above him was the Doctor. Tall and powerful, long coat billowing around him from the speed he had run over. This was not the man you woke up next to that morning or made love to the night before.

This was the Oncoming Storm.

And he was pissed.

Even in the faint light, you could see that his eyes were impossibly dark. He stared down at the man on the ground with a sneer, his converse-clad foot pressing down on his throat. Below him, the stranger clawed at the Doctor’s leg.

“Give me one reason I shouldn’t kill you right now,” the Doctor murmured coldly. “Why shouldn’t I spill your blood all over the pavement like the filth you are?”

Fear flashed in the alien’s eyes. “Please, I’m sorry,” he choked out breathlessly. “I didn’t know you- I would never have-” He was cut off as the Doctor put pressure on his throat, kneeling down to pick up the dropped knife.

The Time Lord twirled the blade in his hand. “Oh,” he cooed. “I’m sure you wouldn’t have.” Without warning, the Doctor quietly and subtly drove the knife into the man’s chest. “And you never will again.”

The thrashing subsided and the Doctor stood up, leaving the knife in the man's chest as thick red liquid began to form a pool underneath him. Wiping his hand haphazardly on his pant leg, he stared down at the body below him.

“Don’t touch what’s mine.”

Before you could even get a word out over what you had just witnessed, the Doctor had you pinned against the wall with a bruising kiss. “You heard me,” he growled. “You’re mine. All mine.” His hands gripped your hips with such force that you couldn’t move, even if you tried.

You gasped as he moved his mouth down your neck. “Fuck, Doctor!” That spurred him on further as he rutted against you, his hardening cock pressing against your lower abdomen.

Nimble fingers undid the button on your jeans, ripping them down your legs with your underwear. “You’re all fucking mine,” he growled as he unbuttoned his own trousers and shoved them down to his thighs, pants following.

You were desperate for more. Hard and fast and brutal.

The look in the Doctor’s eyes indicated that he knew exactly what you wanted.

Wordlessly, he helped lift you so could wrap your legs around his hips, cock resting at your entrance. “Oooh, so wet for me already?” he breathed, thrusting himself against your slit. “You got absolutely soaked watching me make sure nobody ever touches what’s mine.” His long coat settled around the two of you, offering more privacy in the darkness.

The head of his cock slipped inside you, resting just for a second, before he slammed himself into you to the hilt. “Oh, gods,” he groaned, beginning a punishing rhythm. “You feel so fucking good.” His mouth began to wander down your neck, sucking deep purple bruises into your skin.

As he pushed you harder into the wall, one of his hands wandered up to the back of your head, keeping you from hitting the wall as he fucked you mercilessly.

Even in the situation you were in now, you found it extremely endearing.

“Doctor, please,” you choked out, hands grasping at his back. “I need you, all of you.” You felt him grin against your throat at your words.

“Damn right you do. You’re mine. Only mine. Nobody else gets to touch you.” He enunciated with a particularly hard thrust, “Look at you. Fuck, nobody even gets to think about you.” He let out a filthy moan as your fingers tangled in his hair. “I’ll kill the next bastard that thinks they can take you from me.”

Tightening around his cock, your impending orgasm was making itself known. The Doctor knew it too, keeping his thrusts hard and fast.

“You’re going to come, aren’t you, love? When you do, you’re going to scream for me. Scream my name so everyone knows who you belong to. Be good and come for me. Now.”

You felt the coil snap as your orgasm crashed over you. You followed his instructions, screaming his name. Calling out for the universe to hear. Making sure everyone knew what you were.

Property of the Doctor.

A few more thrusts and the Doctor followed with a shout, burying his face into your neck. He marked you inside and out, filling you just as you liked. Spurting his come into you and letting it trail down your arse. Leaving you absolutely fucked filthily and ruined for anyone who even thought of trying their luck with you.

“Thank you,” you sighed happily as he helped ease you down off of him. It didn’t take long for him to clean you both up and drag you off to the TARDIS.

He made sure you knew you were his at least five more times that night.

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amagellaniccloud · 3 months ago

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Ghost NSFW alphabet

Here's a Self-indulgent thing I wrote 'cause this man has me in a chokehold I wish he actually had me in one

Also, I tried my best to make this as GN as possible, if I made a mistake, pls let me know.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

This post contains sexually explicit content. If you are a Minor please respect this rule and scroll past and DO NOT ENGAGE WITH NSFW POSTS. NSFW under the cut

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) I feel like he would fall asleep pretty quickly after sex. I hc that he has some form of Insomnia so I think after he's done with everything, he would bring his s/o water or anything else they wanted but would prefer to fall asleep before cleanup.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) For his own body part: His hands + arms. I think he likes how they make him visibly look strong and intimidating, scaring people off which he'd love and his hands for a similar reason. Plus his hands can also be………… utilized in great ways As for his partner: Probably their waist. I think he's the kind of guy to have a hand around their partner's waist 24/7. Doesn't matter which size, he would just love to hold his s/o close to him in every situation and its also a nice way to show affection

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) Amount; probably a lot. I think it depends on where he's coming though, like on your belly; a pretty good amount but inside? probably will empty enough baby maker for the next ten generations as for consistency; I think it is a little thicker than watery but pretty in the middle and Taste (my fav part); a bit sweet but with a salty aftertaste, I think (I just think the taste is so hot idk why)

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) Brat taming. Not him doing the taming but the one being tamed if you catch my drift. wink wink.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) Most likely as experienced as a teenager, so barely. He didn't have enough time after his teen years and didn't really make any real effort to go out and meet someone

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) Mating Press: His partner's legs in the air while absolutely annihilating their hole and they become a moaning mess under him would turn him on immensely Back-shots possibly???? anyone with me on this?

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.) He's extremely serious. He might unintentionally do something but for the most part, very serious.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) Pretty well groomed. He takes good care of his hair, not that there's much. He's blond I'm pretty sure and also white, yeah I don't think he has much hair. BUT, I think he has pubic hair that he keeps trimmed whenever he has the time. Otherwise I think he's pretty hairless in terms of body hair, I'd say he's almost hairless

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) Very intimate, he sees sex as an intimate act with his partner. That being said tho, he will like it rough if he's in the right mood for it.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) I don't think he masturbates when he can be with his s/o. Like if you are in the army with him and are on deployment at the same time then he wouldn't jack off really. But, if his s/o aren't with him on deployment or even the military, then he would jack off when in the mood.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) Size kink Breeding kink some light bondage maybe maybe begging to and I also think he'd be into sub/dom dynamics (dk if that's a kink tho)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) Probably in the comfort of his own bedroom. He prefers the darkness and familiarity of it.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) Any form of intimacy would get him hot and bothered. The man seems very touch starved to me, so if his s/o for examples puts their hand on his inner thigh etc he would get a boner pretty quickly

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) Something that would cause any pain to him or his s/o in any capacity. He deals with enough pain and suffering in his job, rather not have it in his love life

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) Probably more of a receiver, idk maybe it's his mask but I cannot Imagine him giving most of the time. He'd do it if you'd beg ask tho

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) Think snice slow and sensual in the beginning but towards the middle and end, would probably become rougher and would quicken his pace

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) Prefers to have sex but, if there isn't time for that, why not?

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) Not much of a risk taker, again, he deals with a lot of that at work and would rather not bring it into his sex life.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) I think three, maybe four on some days. He's got good stamina but isn't y'know… Hercules

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) Doesn't own toys himself but is open to trying some with his partner

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) I think he'd tease a fair bit, but not too much. Think will enjoy it more if his s/o is easily frustrated and begs for him to do something or stop the teasing

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) Pretty quiet. Will let out a lot of groans and a few moans here and there

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) I think he'd like to get his ass eaten more than getting a blowjob. Like his s/o's wet tongue rimming him while stretching his hole and muscly ass while his bent over a couch will drive him crazy

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) Think a nice 7 in are hiding in those pants. He's British so maybe uncut? and also pretty thick

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) I think he doesn't have that high of a sex drive bet when he does wanna have sex? He will be a beast in every way

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) I hc that he as some form of Insomnia and sex while relax him, so he'll fall asleep pretty quickly. Especially if he has his partner in his arms

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Hi again, I've got a week 'till college starts and Monsoons are happening which is making me horny. Idk why but rain makes me so horny. ANYWAYS. How was your day, mine was fucking tiring. Also, has anyone reading this ever played the game Rain World? That is literally THE most PERFECT game I've played. It's incredible. If you like open-world games, then definitely check it out anyway, I hope you enjoyed this... have a lovely day, and may you see Ghost from CoD in your dreams (Ik I want to)

#ghost x male reader #simon ghost x reader #ghost x reader #cod x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost x gn reader #ghost x gender neutral reader

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thezombieprostitute · 9 months ago

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Dream Come True - Epilogue

Summary: The “Garbage Men” are the guys in the mob who get the dirt on others and clean up after the higher ups. They have many different ways of gathering intel by running legitimate businesses. One such business is Jefferson/Jensen’s cyber cafe where you regularly go to work. You’ve actually become good friends with Jefferson’s daughter and Jensen’s niece. You even volunteered as their after-school tutor. One day, there’s a robbery attempt where you get hurt protecting the girls. This is how you are introduced to Curtis Everett, the guy in charge of the “Garbage Men”.

A/N: Reader is plus sized, afab. No other descriptors used.

Warnings: Insecure reader. Smut. Violence referenced but not written.

Part 10

Series Masterlist

You took another look at yourself in the mirror. You were starting to second guess this lingerie you bought on a whim. You’d just felt so confident in the moment, but now you’re wondering if it was actually a good idea. The past few months with Curtis had done wonders for your self-esteem; the fact that you could even look in the mirror this long was proof of that. It seemed like his desire for you would never fade. You weren’t complaining but it still took some getting used to.

There were a lot of things to get used to these past few months. Understandably impressed with your work Rogers and Barnes had made sure you were given a place in the Family. Officially you were a HR Consultant, complete with the oversized checks. What that translated to was, every time there was a disagreement within the Family, a roadblock in their internal functioning, you were called in. Barnes reasoned that, if you could get Curtis to do things differently, you could get anyone to do so. There were some chuckles at that, mainly from Mace who continued to rib Curtis about “being right”. The guys would sometimes try to talk you into talking to Curtis for them but you promised to only do that if a conversation was warranted. Hal needing upgraded pool cleaning supplies? Sure. Jake needing upgraded computers for the cybercafe so he could own the leader-boards for his games? No.

Ransom was finally released from the hospital a couple weeks ago. Apparently he didn’t give you up right away and ended up with some scars for his trouble. He was absolutely doted on by a few nurses who were fans of his books so he didn’t complain much. Because everything happened at his home he was allowed to come up with the official story for the police. Sheriff Bodecker reported that Ransom was the victim of a small group of super fans; when he tried to turn them away they attacked him and destroyed his home.

The door to the apartment opened up and you heard Curtis calling for you. You wrap your robe around you, regretting getting the crotchless lingerie, and step out to welcome him. He wraps you up in his strong arms and covers your face in little kisses.

“Been such a crappy day,” he grumbles. “So glad I get to come home to you.”

You giggle at the affection before breaking the hug, “come on, I’ve got dinner keeping warm. Just need to dish it up.”

“Mmmm. Smells so good.”

“Are you talking about the dinner or me?”

“Yes,” he smiles.

You gently scoff and playfully slap his chest, “just promise you’ll be honest about the food? It’s a new recipe.”

“Always,” he confirms. “May I ask about the robe?”

“Oh,” you falter, “I was…um…I bought myself a little something, but I’m…I’m not so sure…”

“Can I see?”

You gently chew your lip before looking at him and opening your robe. You think you hear Curtis growl as he takes in the visual of you in the skimpy lingerie.

“Angel, we’re gonna need to delay dinner.”

“But, I-” you’re cut off by Curtis closing the space between you and kissing you, fully removing your robe before letting his hands wander to all of your favorite spots. You moan as he kisses down your jawline, “bed or couch?”

Curtis pulls away, “right here.” He drops to his knees and lifts one of your legs over his shoulder before attaching his mouth to your pussy.

You use his strong shoulders to steady yourself as you enjoy his tongue’s expert movements. You look down and see his eyes are beautifully darkened with lust. You’re a little worried about falling but trust Curtis to catch you. Just like with your life, this position is an adjustment, but damn worth it.

Part 10

Series Masterlist

Tagging @alicedopey because I promised I would.

@alexakeyloveloki

@bigtreefest

@dontbescaredtosingalong

@hisredheadedgoddess28

@icefrozendeadlyqueen

@late-to-the-party-81

@lokislady82

@texmexdarling

@veltana

@winter-soldier-101

#curtis everett x reader #curtis everett x plus size!reader #curtis everett x insecure!reader #mafia!curtis everett #mob!curtis everett #curtis everett #plus size!reader

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90s-suplex · 3 months ago

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NSFW alphabet Stone Cold Steve Austin

I am tired of pretending that this man isn't hot

nsfw below the cut! Don‘t like, don‘t read :)

Minors don‘t interact!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Will depend on his partner and relationship status! Generally speaking, he isn't one to 'hit it and quit it' - he'll help you clean up and will check up on you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Since Austin works out a lot, he is proud of his physique as a whole, he does not have a favourite body part. However, if he notices there's a specific body part of his that you have a great liking for (i.e. his chest) this will secretly become his favourite body part.

His favourite body parts of his partner are boobs and thighs.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He has a thing for creampies. He loves to cum deep inside you (with your permission of course) and watch his cum drip out of you. Just the thought of it alone will get him going.

Sometimes he will pull out in the last second to finish on your pussy.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

When you weren't looking, he sneakiliy stashed away some pairs of used panties of yours. He stores them in his bag for whenever you can't travel with him for... reasons.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Let's just say he knows what he's doing.. he's been around the block.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary and cowgirl!

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He loves making you laugh, but once you two are fucking he is serious.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He will trim his hair down there every once in a while when it gets too long for his own liking, but won't shave.

He won't expect his partner to shave downstairs, he's happy with how ever you feel the most comfortable.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Austin isn't one to say 'I love you' easily. Once you're in a committed relationship, those words still won't leave his lips regularly.

But he has lots of 'southern' pet names he loves to use for you :) Sweet cheeks, doll, doll face, hon', sugar ...

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He has a high sex drive, so he when you're spending time apart, he's masturbating one to two times a day.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

This man has a degradation kink (2001 heel run hello??) - if you're into it, he loves to explore this with you. The same applys to impact play.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Being on the road constantly, it's safe to say he's had sex outside his home more often than inside. If you travel with him you'd usually end up doing it in your hotel room bed, since it's the easiest option and you wouldn't always get assigned the most spacious hotel rooms with lots of room to experiment either. (..or you would end up doing it in the car on the way to your hotel, if he can't keep his hands to himself beforehand..)

If you decide to join him to the arena, he wouldn't say no to doing the deed in his locker room. Though he is a private man, so he'd prefer to not get caught in the act.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Austin has a high sex drive, you in his presence alone will get him going ;)

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He would never do something unconsensual.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves giving oral! If it was up to him, he could spend hours inbetween your legs.

Since Austin's knees aren't in the best condition (hence his knee braces) he enjoys to just lie flat on his back and have you sit on his face. He'd find it cute if you're shy about doing so and he'd soon prove to you that you won't hurt his jaw/face and he can more than handle it.

Holding your hips/pinning them down and eating you out invokes something primal in him. He'd be moaning into your pussy and hearing you moan back in response would go straight to his cock (and feed his ego).

He's truly the happiest when he can go down on his partner.

Of course, he won't turn down the opportunity for a blow job ;) BUT he doesn't expect one in return for eating you out.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

When you are not running low on time, he likes to start slow and work up the pace ;)

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Yes to quickies! He lives a pretty fast paced live, so sometimes this is all that is managable.

But he prefers to take his sweet time with you >:) he is big on foreplay!!

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

As mentioned before, he is a private man. He isn't too fond of the idea of sex out in public unless it's in the middle of nowhere.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Stone Cold does have quite the stamina. Usually he can go for two rounds.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Austin doesn't own toys besides maybe some handcuffs. He likes to keep it basic! If his partner owns toys he might try incorporating them, but he will be sceptic at first. He likes to believe he can make you cum on his own without any help juuust fine.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh, he is really big on teasing, he never stops. You thought he's only talkative in the ring? No!

He is big on dirty talk and never shuts up during sex - Austin will talk you through it and praise you for how good you're doing for him. During the day, he loves to watch you get flustered when he squeezes your body and tells you all the things he'll be doing to you later in the day once he gets ahold of you.

Sometimes he will truly make you work for his cock and for getting your release...

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Austin is vocal and appreciates it if his partner is as well. He enjoys hearing all the sounds he's able to drive out of you during sex. He pays close attention to what makes you respond and your body ache for more.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Considering all the beers he's drinking when wrestling/after the matches, you two would end up having drunk sex a lot.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He is well-endowed. 7 inches when hard and thick/girthy

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Very high.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He has trouble falling asleep and is usually sleepdeprived to some extent because of it. Sleeping pills and/or sex will help him getting some rest though.

#stone cold steve austin #stone cold steve austin x reader #stone cold #steve austin #wwf #world wrestling federation #90s wwf #wrestling #Steve Austin x Reader #Stone Cold x reader

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jeon-ify · 9 months ago

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request from the deranged @haohaoshoe

for your own sake, 18+.

carved into you- levi ackerman 🩶

“DOM DOM DOM ASF LEVI ACKERMAN WHO LITERALLY THREATENS ME TO CUT MY THROAT OFF AND CARVES HIS INITIALS INTO ME OR SMTH LIKE THAT

also make me a deranged masochist who follows him like a good girl

and a lot of slapping

i’m his dumpster

he can use me as a fuckdoll

also

a lot of hair pulling

big dick levi

belt as a whip

tie as restraints”

…….

i have no words. here we go!!

—————————————————————————————

“no, we’ve been broken up for the past month now.” in response to your peers who are asking about your ex boyfriend levi, you sigh a breath of “relief” knowing that you don’t have to put up with his toxic psychotic behavior again.

“girl, who broke up with who?” she responds in shock. “are you sure you and levi broke up? it doesn’t seem like it. he’s still posting pictures at your favorite cafe.”

“honestly, y/f/n, i don’t care. i’m over him.”

“apparently, he’s not over you.”

“that’s embarrassing.” you burst out into laughter, your friend playfully slapping your shoulder.

you pull out your phone, blocking him from all socials. the last thing you need is him trying to win you back when you’re the one that left him.

you leave the party after a while. you step out of the front door of the unfamiliar house, seeing a very familiar black rolls royce in front of the house. you see levi step out of the car, standing against the door.

“get in the car, y/n.”

you burst out a laugh, in disbelief that he has the nerve to follow you here.

“you’re fucking delusional, levi.” you spit. you want him to go away, but you already feel your heart bursting from excitement that he’s here, and for more than one reason alone.

to show you that he’s not going anywhere, and neither were you. for as long as you’re living, you’re his to have. and god help anyone who took you from him.

“careful how you speak to me, y/n. you don’t wanna make a choice you’ll regret, hm?” he tilts his head, exploring and questioning your choice of words.

your feet move as if they have a mind of their own, drawn in by the sound of his deep voiced command. your skin crawls with arousal, levi shooting daggers into your legs with his eyes as you walk up to the passenger side of his expensive car while you just stand there with your arms crossed over your chest.

“get in the car, y/n.” he demands.

with no response, his voice grows louder, “get in the fucking car.”

you don’t hesitate to follow his direction, immediately getting into the passenger’s seat.

“where are we going?”

“you’ll see.”

as the car ride becomes longer, you wished you didn’t walk out of that party.

you both arrive to what you believe is his apartment, the building holding up to 30 floors and about 200 rooms on each floor.

“i’m not going down. what the fuck do you not understand about the part where we both said we were done? you’re fucking crazy, levi. if i wanted to be insane too, i would go to an asylum for fuck’s sake. leave me out of whatever sick act you have going on, cus im-“

you’re cut off by levi grabbing your wrist and dragging you with him up to his apartment. with one hand, he unlocks his door, tossing you into his bedroom.

“take your fucking clothes off. when you’re done, on your knees. mouth open, tongue out.”

he unbuttons the first half of his blouse, his silk chest peeking through the blouse. he takes his tie off, wrapping it around his knuckle and leaving the other half to hang. “levi, what are we-“ you’re cut off by a sharp slap to the left side of your face, earning a whimper from your soft throat.

“embarrassing? me still being in love with you is embarrassing? me putting it into your head that you were made for me and nobody else is fucking embarrassing to you, y/n? listen to me. no one will love you but me. do you understand me?” his voice raising, making it clear that you were in fact made for him.

“i don’t belong to you.” you mutter. you felt like he had a fucking magnetic field around you, you’re literally drawn to him no matter the circumstance. you’re lying to yourself. he can see right through your sick act. you’re both deranged, being attracted to his sick and psychotic possessive demeanor.

he bends down to your level, face to face with you as his hand reaches for his pocket, pulling out a black pocket knife. your heart sinks to your ass, afraid that he might actually slit your throat.

“yeah? why are you soaking my floors, then?” the knife pinches your jaw near your chin, forming a papercut-type of scar.

“why’d you get into my car when you could’ve said no? you could’ve called the cops on me, pretty girl.” he continues.

“just can’t stay away from me, can you?” he caresses your face, planting a soft kiss on your temple. your eyes roll back, sighing as his cock hardens in your gaze.

“please, levi, let me touch you.” you beg from beneath him, his eyes threatening to shut in arousal. thighs clenching, your neck veins become prominent in holding your moans in.

“look at you, you disgust me. close your eyes.” he tilts your head up and places his tie around your eyes, blindfolding you from seeing whatever he’s about to do to you.

“i’m sorry,” you gasp. using his knife, he runs it down the valley of your breasts.

“what do i have to do for you to understand that you belong to me?” he twists the knife slowly, poking your skin. you gasp as you feel your blood trickle down your stomach.

“i’ll fucking carve it all over your skin, hm? carve my initials into your pretty pearly skin. right here; L.A., what do you say?” his minty breath fanning in your face as he whispers, quietly but loud enough for you to hear.

“mmm,” you moan in pain, but wanting him to cut into you deeper, your arousal pooling beneath you and between your knees.

“should cut this little throat from the way you speak so ill of me. do you want that?” he grabs your throat, squeezing tightly.

“yeah? cut it then.” you choke out as your tears soak the tie in front of your eyes from the stinging pain. he chuckles from your masochism, making your legs wobble.

“you get me, good girl. we belong together. don’t you understand?” he whines out, almost pleading, but in the most demanding way.

he runs the end of the knife along your bare folds, rubbing circles on your clit. his cold hands contrast with the warmth of your pussy, earning whines from your throat. you hear his belt clanging as what you think he’s doing, landing a sharp whip to your thighs. your body jots as he hits you, making you cry out; your cheeks turning a flushed red.

“you get off on pain, but do you get off on embarrassing me? telling your bitch ass friends that i’m psychotic? i’ll show you psychotic, baby. stand up.” he undoes the tie from your eyes, your eyeliner smudged as he licks away your tears. you stand up as he looks away from you.

“levi,” your voice dry and your throat hitching from how much you’ve cried silently. your heart drops as he turns you around by your shoulders, as you sigh a deep breath of fear.

he brings the cold metal up to your back— the space between your shoulders, carving the letters L.A.. the cold air hits the open cut, making you wince in pain and pleasure.

“stop crying, shhh.” he runs his fingers through your hair, calming you down as he stabs into your skin, “gonna fuck you now, ‘kay?” he groans. you feel his almost solid length against your bare ass, anxious as to how he’ll fit you— given that you haven’t had sex in almost a year, and from how big he was.

he unzips his dress pants, knocking everything off of his dresser, bending you over the cold dark wood of his dresser. he brings his hand up to your hair, throwing your head back, then using his other hand to bring his belt up to your throat. he tightens the belt, using it as a leash, then pulling you up and wrapping the leftover space of the belt around his knuckle as he enters your hole.

“now, what were you,” he slams into your hips, “saying about me being embarrassing, hm?” he slams into you again, tightening the belt around your throat. you whimper in response, feeling the way his cock hits your cervix. again and again.

“you being in love with me is— hhhgh, embarrassing, levi. get over me!” you moan. he and you can feel yourself cumming already, already fucking you faster as you let yourself go.

“put that big ass mouth to use and tell me what the fuck you were made for, bitch.” he fucks you at an ungodly pace, your thighs shaking and ready to give out.

“f-for you to use! fuck, i can’t, please, it’s too much—“ your stomach and abs clench at the feeling of being used by your ex boyfriend, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“oh, but it wasn’t too much when you were begging me to cut you?” by surprise, he brings the pretty knife back up to your throat, almost slicing your skin open. you whimper in pleasure, clenching around him as the way he loses himself.

“fuck, you’re losing me, baby. keep clenching like that.” he groans, throwing his head back and pulling your bare back against his chest.

your legs shake as you push back onto him, fucking yourself on his twitching cock.

“yes! fuck, fuck fuck, feels so nice. wanna feel your pain, daddy.” you moan, laughing as you watch your reflection in the mirror— you’re just as sick as this fucker is.

“look at yourself. maybe you’re the psycho, pretty girl.”

“watch yourself cum. cum all over my cock, fuckin’ belongs to me. cover me in your cum.” he takes the belt off, licking at your cheeks and tasting your salty tears. you gasp, falling weak to his loose thrusts.

“take all my cum, fucking take what i give you like the bitch you are. there you go,”

he slows his thrusts, turning you around to fix your hair and make you “presentable” to go back home.

“look at that glow, guess i fucked you good, hm?”

“fuck you, levi.” you breathe.

“yeah?”

———

oh my god.

#levi ackerman #levi aot #levi x reader #levi attack on titan #levi ackerman smut #anime #aot #aot smut #aot x reader

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bbyquokka · 1 year ago

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Skz members and thigh fcking? It can be dom or sub skz. I just feel like certain members would absolutely love the feel of fucking your squishy thighs :3

skz and thigh fucking!

SMUT BELOW CUT – MINORS, AGELESS & DEFAULT BLOGS; DNI

warnings: gn reader, thigh fucking, dom/sub dynamics, public settings, established relationship, sadism (seungmin), degrading names, pet names, some possessiveness (minho), idol au, orgasm denial, semi proof-read. IF I MISSED ANY, LMK!! words: 1.7k ~ (1,767)

dont repost. dont translate. feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

★﹐chan．﹗﹑

the type to roll you on your side, regardless of where you are. sofa, bed, floor, he doesn't care, as long as he gets to feel your soft thighs caressing his cock. as long as he gets to feel your warmth and hear your soft whimpers and moans. he's also the type to do it whenever he feels like it. taking full satisfaction in using you for his own selfish reasons. he'd ignore your begs and soft pleas of wanting him to touch you, claiming he will only touch you when he has orgasmed. this only fuels you into working harder, moaning just that extra bit more, wiggling your hips against his, clenching your thighs and occasionally rub his tip. when he cums, it would typically coat your thighs and whatever surface you're both on, but it's not enough for him so he'd roll you onto your back and drive every single moan, whimper and beg out off your body until you're both exhausted (or until sunrise)

★﹐minho．﹗﹑

minho would spend his time in caressing your skin. he'd start by kissing and massaging your soft thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh. he's so gentle and delicate to you, making your body tingle and belly feel excited from anticipation. don't get him wrong though, he is a possessive man who likes to mark what is his (even if the marks are hidden) teeth sinks into the flesh, harsh suckles as your skin turns purple and feels wet with saliva. minho would look up at you, a devilish smirk on his lips before ordering you to get on all fours. you do but instead of penetrating you like you'd expect him to, he would push your legs together, hold your hips and slowly push his cock between your thighs. the long moan that would emit from his lips is a new, foreign sound that you've never heard before. you dare look back and when you do, you see your usual, composed man slowly crumbling with each thrust and rub of his cock between your delicious thighs. his penis twitching, pre-cum leaking. lips parted as breathy moans and grunts escaped his throat. he'd hold himself, wanting to continue on and feel more and more of you. he'll never feel satisfied when it comes to you, his hunger only heightening until it become dangerous.

★﹐hyunjin．﹗﹑

much like chan, he doesn't care where or when. he wants you and he will have you. his favourite place to fuck your thighs, is in a changing room or public bathroom. he'd bend you over, your hands planted on the mirror or cold tiles. his pants and underwear below his knees, yours around your ankles. the reason he likes doing it in public so much, is because he likes watching you struggle to not make a sound. he loves how you desperately bite down on your lip too hard to the point where you'd draw blood. how even a slight moan or whimper could echo or cause the people around you to stop what they're doing and question “what was that sound?” if you're really struggling, he would cover your mouth and muffle your moans. most of the time though, he just likes watching you suffer. whilst fucking your thighs, he would play and do other things to highten your pleasure. fingers wrapped around your neck, playing with your nipples or sucking on his long fingers. sometimes it's too much for you both and you'd cum together, sometimes you cum without him even touching you and vise versa.

★﹐changbin．﹗﹑

changbin is the type to be a switch. he loves every part of you and loves to dominate you. he loves grabbing your thighs and pulling you close to him, one hand in your hair, one hand on your hips as he sloppily thrusts between your thighs, but he likes it when you take control halfway through. when you demand him to slow down. when you call him degrading names like “slut” and “whore.” when you demand him to hold, denying him of his orgasm that's fast approaching with each degrading name you call him. your baby girl would feel so ashamed, so embarrassed when he would cum without your permission. he'd apologize profusely, begging for no punishment (even though he wants to be punished) you'd deny him of touch, your thighs are off limits, much to his dismay. he cannot touch you or himself until you say so and all poor binnie can do, is nod his head and agree with tearful eyes.

★﹐jisung ．﹗﹑

he wants the thighs and he would do anything for the thighs. your thighs are his favourite part of your body. he loves seeing the elastic of your thigh highs dig into your skin creating a skindentation. he loves watching your thighs every time you wear a skirt or shorts. your thighs in jeans or sweatpants? he is a weak weak man. you know he likes your thighs and is weak to them, so you like to tease him. you purposefully wear tight clothing that grip onto your thick thighs, watching jisung practically salivate. sometimes it gets too much for him to bear. his cock so hard, it hurts and strains against his clothing. he'd have to drag you somewhere and pull down your clothing whilst saying sorry over and over again. his hands shaky with need, his penis red and angry. you'd pretend to be mad at him but secretly, you love watching jisung crumble and succumb to his own need and lust. once his penis is between your plush thighs, he feels relief but it only takes a few thrusts before he is a crumbling, sobbing mess as his cum shoots out and soils your clothing.

★﹐felix．﹗﹑

you'd notice he is a little stressed. his dancing seemed off. he was making mistakes that he wouldn't normally make and would get annoyed very quickly. he's sexually frustrated due to being busy with the upcoming comeback. having you watch his every move and being dressed so beautifully is not helping the man to keep his composure. after the nth mistake, he'd mumble a “i can't fucking do this.” in an impatient tone as he'd grab your wrist and pull you up on your feet. he'd spin you around, hastily pull down your clothing. you'd try to protest but as soon as you see his lustful eyes staring at you via the dance room mirror, do you understand. soft kisses on your neck along with nibbles and sucks. his hands roaming along your thighs before gently parting them enough for him to slide his penis between them. he'd start off slow and steady, increasing his tempo as he feels the relief of pleasure wash over him in waves. hands playing with your nipples, teeth sinking into the back of your neck, he listens to your gentle moans. “we don't have much time. help me.” he'd beg. you'd nod and reach down, thumb rubbing his soaked head fast and rough. long, deep moans in your ears, his hips bucking and movements uncoordinated. you'd know he's close so you would place your hand in from of his cock and feel his cum shoot out on the palm of your hands. unfortunately, it would spill onto the floor and somehow land on the mirror causing you both to clean it up or get scolded by chan.

★﹐seungmin．﹗﹑

much like hyunjin, seungmin likes it more when he is aware there's people around. your hands would be clutching the cold metal of the bathroom sink, the door left unlocked on purpose by seungmin. he wants someone to walk in, he wants someone to see how you're not so innocent. he'd do anything and everything to make you moan louder and louder, his cock rubbing between your thighs. he'd pull your hair, bite on your earlobe, praise you and gently choke you. he'd do everything to drive out every single moan and whimper and make you be heard by the members. tear stained cheeks, clothing above the chest and below the knees, you'd beg for more but seungmin is a menace and would refuse. the painful ache growing and growing with each thrust to the point you're on the verge of tears. after hearing you beg and cry for more, he would pull his cock out from your thighs which would leave you all confused. you'd question him and when he'd say “i'll fuck you later.” do you cry. seungmin loves it when you cry, he loves making you crumble to this state. it's sadistic, he knows but he can't help looking at your crying face and see you beg and plead. tears rolling down your hot cheeks, broken sobs as you beg and beg and beg. his penis would twitch and leak before he himself, can't take no more. he'd pick you up by your ass, pin you to the bathroom door and penetrate you, fucking you against the bathroom door. if the members couldn't hear you both before, then can hear you both now.

★﹐jeongin．﹗﹑

he's experimenting. he wants to find out what he likes and doesn't like. he knows he loves your body and thighs but he wants to know what it feels like to have his penis between the soft flesh. he'd bring it up to you and you would happily agree, much to his relief. foreplay would be standard. kissing until you both struggle to breathe, nipples being played with until they are tender and swollen. hair being pulled and ruffled with love bites decorating each others skin. when the time would come, Jeongin would grab your legs by the ankles and hold them together and up. he'd slowly insert his penis between your thighs, letting your legs rest on his shoulder so he could look at you. it's not something he would expect. the sudden warmth he is welcomed by, the softness of your plush thighs that caress him so deliciously. you'd watch his every move, watch him go through every emotion. it'd make you feel giddy, watching Jeongin kiss your ankles and legs as he constantly thanks you for letting him do this whilst tightly holding onto your legs. the feeling is so new but good to him that he wouldn't last long. cum would shoot out onto your stomach and chest, catching you both by surprise. he'd fluster a deep shade of embarrassing red, letting go of your legs and grabbing some wipes to wipe away the cum. you'd say it's ok but he can't help but feel bad so he would pleasure and treasure you all night.

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ebonyslasher · 1 year ago

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Spicy Alphabet: Sesshomaru

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

*Lick...lick....lick......lick*

Sesshomaru grooms you. Any nicks or scratches will be healed. If you're a demon too, he'll expect you to do it in return. Essentially pack bonding.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Sesshomaru: His whole being. His aura, strength, and beauty is a blessing to this world. He's not arrogant about it. It just is.

You: Hips. The perfect switch in your walk. Shapely hips with alluring curves rewarded his eyes. The perfect resting place for his hands. They are soft to squeeze. And if you sway your hips near him, he will jump you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

This One cums exorbitantly. Selectivity with sexual activities causes little sexual interaction with others. Lord Sesshomaru will go without for years if need be. Factor in that doesn't masturbate. He’ll be able to cover your whole face.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He’s cum in his pants from seeing how you move during spars/practice. From a quick observation, he just seemed to serenely turn away. On the contrary, he was rushing to hide the warm cum dripping out of his slit.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Not very, it mostly consisted of oral sex and foreplay in his teenage years. Never penetration. But! This One is exemplary at all tasks they perform. Do not worry, you will be more than satisfied.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Know y'all know what I'm going to say....

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Neutral. He's just playful. That’s the goofiest you’ll ever get him to be

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Tip top shape. Are you kidding? And yes, that gorgeous white hair with the teeniest bit of curl matches

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Reasonably so and will become more intimate as the relationship progresses. It's mostly through his animalistic gestures

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Doesn’t. If he really needs to, he will just imagine a sex scene. Or you giving him a lap dance with those fantastic hips, plump lips, gorgeous legs and -

Ah, he's already cumming without touching himself.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Biting, breeding, cutting off clothing (yours), power exchange, kinbaku, intelligence, strength

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere on his estate, even if workers are walking around. If not there, then a random cave

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You dancing, specifically any sensual hip movements.

Jewelry that accentuates your neck, worshipping him, "My Lord, I need you now.." while rubbing against him. Hearing you put a peasant in their place and/or you show off your intellect

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Nothing disgusting, nothing that will scar permanently, crying, being standoffish towards him (ironic)

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Enjoys both, but really loves eating you. Delicious and Divine in taste and smell. It can be overwhelming how rich and luscious you are. He will spend forever torturing you.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Steady momentum and hammering deeply

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

This one does not favor these 'quickies'. It should be standard to take the time to have you in a beautiful frenzy.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yes, he will experiment. Hell, he will be alive for a long time. Might as well try things out before he gets bored.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

God level. Depends on when you or him decide it's enough

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Own toys? No. But he will buy any gadgets you want. If you're from the future, he may slyly ask for you to bring some to him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

[Sesshomaru] (You)

"This one wishes to continue enjoying your taste...."

"....you've been down there for an hour now please, my lord!!!"

"Hn....your plea has been considered."

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Mostly short exhales. Talks in a playful tone, soft and ethereal. "Ah, you are begging? Y/n, you sound incoherent. Speak clearly." In his demon form, it's mostly whines and growls.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

One guy started moaning as Sesshomaru threw him to the side and stepped over him. Nigga, Seshomaru was disgusted.

He just killed him as quickly with his venom whip

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

7.5

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

High, but he can control it well

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Nope. He likes to feel you fall asleep. Then, he determines what he wants to do after you're comfortable

#sesshoumaru #sesshoumaru x reader #black reader #x black reader #inuyasha #spicy alphabet #grown folks business

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joshsindigostreak · 11 months ago

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I See Hell in Your Eyes

Chapter Seven

“Our hearts are wrong.”

Josh Kiszka x Vampire!Reader

Authors Note: A CHRISTMAS MIRACLE!!! So sorry for the delays y’all working retail around the holidays is absolute Hell. Enjoy this little chapter before we begin the new year with the *real* plot of this little universe. Buckle up.

Word Count: 4778

Warnings: Violence, death, mentions of past abuse (but it is very brief and not dwelled on), SMUT at the end but nothing too graphic or crazy.

The emotions you felt as Josh drove the both of you to the location Jake texted him were conflicting. Part of you was annoyed that you didn’t get to curl up in your bed with your hunter after that shower, another part of you loved how cozy you felt in his car; hand secured on your thigh. But another part of you, the loudest part, was reminding you of your reality. If Jake was telling the truth, and he indeed caught whomever in the act, that would mean Josh would be one step closer in closing his case. The hypotheticals of what would happen after that case was closed taunted you. The only reason he showed up in your city was to find the Vampire in question and get rid of them. Once that happened, there would be nothing tying him to the city anymore. He could pack all of his things in the very Jeep you were sitting in, and drive back west with his family. He could go back to his everyday life, get assigned another “job” and take off for the next adventure.

But what about you?

Josh could feel the muscles in your thigh tensing as you battled your own thoughts, and his thumb rubbed circles into your skin. He glanced over at you curiously, wishing he could know what you were thinking. You were absently staring out the window, brows furrowing every other minute as if you were arguing with yourself. He too, was a little miffed your little rendezvous at your apartment was cut short due to his twin.

“Hey,” he broke the silence, his voice soft, “where do you keep going, over there?”

You shook your head slightly, braving a smile at him, “nowhere…just tired.”

He wasn’t fully convinced, but didn’t want to argue, “well, after we finish seeing Jake’s little show-and-tell we can go back to your place and you can show me how cozy that bed nook of yours is before sunrise…”

Your mouth tilted up into a smirk, “are you becoming nocturnal for me, Boy Scout?”

This caught him off guard, was he? He let out a breath through his nose and disguised it with a chuckle. He squeezed your thigh again, smiling as he felt the muscles in your leg relax.

It didn’t take long to reach the street corner Jake had texted Josh; a narrow side street with one way traffic. You looked around to see how many people were on the street, and were relieved when it was practically deserted at this time of night. As Josh parked next to the curb, a very impatient looking Jake stepped out from an alley between the two main buildings on the block.

“Took you long enough,” he said, rolling his eyes as you exited the vehicle.

“We’re here, aren’t we?”

Jake opened his mouth to argue more, but stopped and huffed out, “just…come on.” He turned on his heel to lead the two of you back into the alley he had just come from. It was fairly empty as far as alley’s go, but what hit you as you followed Jake was the smell of human blood. The scent was so strong you quickly pinpointed it to be O Positive, and that there was a lot of it. Your gums itched at the smell, and you were thankful you had topped yourself off with a blood bag before you left your apartment. Josh had volunteered to help you, but you refused as you still felt it was too soon since the incident at the Den.

The scene that unfolded before you, as Jake led you further down the alley, shouldn’t have shocked you as much as it did, but it stopped you in your tracks. Leaning up against the brick wall was a man appearing to be in his forties, maybe late thirties, with a substantial wound on the side of his neck. Blood was pouring out of him quickly, staining his clothes and starting to puddle next to him. CiCi was crouched down next to him, mumbling what you thought were spells under her breath, trying to heal him. The man didn’t have much time at all, but the only thing to give him a chance was if he drank some of your blood.

Shaking off your nerves, and trying to control how you felt around that much blood, you quickly moved around Jake and crouched down on the other side of him. With a brief look at your hunter, you bit down onto the flesh of your wrist, breaking the skin over the veins and tendons. CiCi backed out of the way, realizing what you were doing. Quickly but gently you took the man's jaw into your hand and pried his mouth open. He was barely conscious, but he was able to barely open his eyes in confusion.

“Trust me you’ll thank me later,” you explained as you curled your hand into a fist, allowing the blood to drip from your wrist into his mouth. The man tried to fight it at first but as soon as the coppery liquid hit his tongue, he lifted his mouth higher to get closer to you. It was a little known secret that Vampire blood was a delicacy among humans. Not only for its healing properties, but because it was the downer of all downers. Supposedly it put humans into such a relaxed state, time would almost slow down for them. Because of this, it was highly addictive, but you didn’t have much of a choice.

“What happened?” Josh questioned.

“We were walking back to the car from-” Jake started, but Josh cut him off.

“Please tell me he took you to dinner,” he gave a pointed look at CiCi.

The witch gave the older twin an exasperated look, “yes he did. It was lovely.”

You were still giving the man blood but you were curious, “where did you go?”

“That little Italian restaurant around the corner? ‘Casa Oliva’?”

Your eyebrows shot up, “oh I’ve heard good things about that place!”

“Can we focus here?” Jake interjected.

You turned back to the man, seeing that your blood was slowly working to heal his gaping wound. The man started to stir as he healed and you kept your other hand on his shoulder to keep him still. The last thing you needed was for him to bolt without getting Persuaded to forget any of this happened. As soon as his neck fully closed, you took your wrist away from his mouth and let it heal itself at your side.

Looking him in the eyes, your Persuasion dripped from your voice, “tell me what happened.”

He focused entirely on you as he spoke, “I was walking home…and I kept feeling like I was being followed, but every time I turned around no one was there. The next thing I knew, I was dragged back here and he was…biting me…she tried to get him off of me but…,” the man's voice gave out slightly.

“What did they look like?”

“Young…I think…it was pretty dark? She kept telling him he was taking too much, too fast, but he wasn’t listening.”

You nodded and looked back at Jake and Josh over your shoulder. Before you could voice your assumptions, an old friend's familiar pleading echoed in the alley.

“Ethan no, we have to go home, I have bags for you there,” the sound of heels scraping on pavement was harsh, and clear she was trying to hold him back. It was just what you feared, and suspected. But you needed to get this human out of harm's way.

You locked eyes with him again, “go home and forget any of this happened. Don’t question the blood on your clothes, just throw them out. Nothing out of the ordinary happened tonight.” The man looked a little dazed but nodded, and you helped him up quickly. He stumbled slightly as he exited the alley, but you were sure he’d be ok the closer he got to his home.

Jake looked at you skeptically, “that's it?”

“Trust me he’ll be-”

Before you could finish, the lumbering steps of Ethan got even closer to the group, and you squared your shoulders in preparation. He emerged from the other end of the alley, with a frantic Monica trying her best to pull him in the other direction. His mouth and neck were covered in blood, and showed just how ravenous he had been while feeding. Behind you, Jake pulled out two stakes out of his inner jacket pocket, quickly handing one to his twin. CiCi stood up from her crouched position and took her place next to Jake.

Monica recognized you instantly and the relief on her face was evident even from a distance, “it's ok! I’m just taking him home!”

Ethan looked down at the ground where the human once was and his features twisted angrily at you, “what did you do?”

You scoffed, “I would ask you the same question but its all over your fucking neck and clothes.”

“I wasn’t done with him.”

Monica tugged even harder on his arm, her own Vampiric strength failing her against him, “yes you were and we were going home…”

“Enough,” he shouted and pushed her off of him, sending her backwards a few feet. He turned back and saw Josh behind you, his eyes shining with curiosity, “I guess it's ok…he’ll do...”

“The fuck you will,” knowing exactly what he was wanting to do, you met him halfway and tried to shove him against the brick wall closest to you. Your age worked in your favor, as being over three centuries older than Ethan meant you were far stronger than him. But true bloodlust is a powerful thing, and it was obvious that was Ethan’s problem. He shoved you off of him, sending you to the ground, before running right for Josh. He tackled him to the ground quickly, happening way too fast for anyone else to properly react.

Josh was using all the strength he had to keep Ethan from nipping at his neck, and he tried to roll him over to gain control but was unsuccessful. He managed to wedge the hand that was holding the stake flat against his own chest, using Ethan’s distracted state to his advantage. With one last forceful push, the hunter was able to flip the stake up and directly into the center of Ethans chest. A shocked look overcame the Vampire’s features, and the familiar yellow tinge invaded the white of his eyes, and his skin turned an ashy gray. Ethan’s death rattle wasn’t any different from the other Vampire’s Josh had slain, but part of him couldn’t help but feel sorry for the bastard. Once he was fully limp Josh shoved him off of him, dusting himself off.

You breezed past the dead Vampire and instantly had your hunter’s face in your hands, checking all over for any scratches or injuries. His neck was unharmed, which flooded your body with relief that Ethan never actually sank his teeth in him. Josh’s expression was calm in a way you had never seen before, as if what just happened didn’t phase him.

“I’m fine, sweetheart, I’ve been through worse,” he whispered to you as his hands slid around and under your shirt, feeling the skin of your lower back. The implication of his words didn’t exactly comfort you, but you were glad that he seemed alright as your thumbs gently rubbed circles on the hinges of his jaw.

Jake looked at the two of you, not knowing how to feel watching a Vampire comforting his twin after another one had just tried to kill him. Josh was right, they had faced far more in their lives, but he still didn’t like how close that was.

A distraught Monica scrambled over to her lover’s corpse. Clutching his shirt and sobbing into his impaled chest. She looked up and over at you and Josh, eyes red with tears, “you…your Human Companion was a fucking hunter?”

You whipped your head around at her, “Monica I-”

“They’d have you Meet the Sun for that, you know that right?” She sniffed, tone flat and emotionless. “Leading one of them into a Den, and letting him kill one of us?”

You shook your head, “Ethan was dangerous, Monica and you kn-”

“HE DIDN’T HAVE TO KILL HIM!” she shrieked, letting go of his shirt.

“He didn’t have a choice, he was out of control,” you reasoned.

Monica wasn’t having it, and before any of you could react she lunged at Josh herself, but this time it was Jake that got between them first. It was almost graceful in the way he stepped between them, stake in hand and pointed at Monica. She was so overcome with rage she wasn’t paying attention, and quite literally ran into the stake herself, the wood plunging into her chest easily. Her shocked gasp was the last noise she made before crumbling to the ground.

Your eyes burned, hating that it ended this way. Monica’s biggest crime was being so lonely she turned the first person who gave her an ounce of attention. But Vampires like Ethan aren’t meant to exist. They’re not built for this life. This was why Dimitri was so selective in who got turned.

“We umm…we need to get rid of their bodies…,” you wobbled out.

“The sun will be up soon, I can take them out of town to burn,” Jake suggested.

Josh nodded in agreement, “need some help?”

Jake looked down at his watch and shook his head, “no we can handle it. The sun will be up in a couple hours, wouldn’t want you out too late…”

Josh opened his mouth to make a smart ass reply, but CiCi reached out and touched his arm, “it's fine, I promise.”

You gave one last look at Monica’s corpse before following Josh out of the alley, wanting to get back to your place as soon as possible.

~!~

You didn’t fully relax until the door to your apartment was firmly locked shut. Josh followed you into your living room as you collapsed onto your couch, worried about how quiet you had been since the alley. He sat down next to you and gathered you in his arms, feeling a little out of his depth with what had just happened. He always prided himself in his emotional intelligence, but there were layers to this situation that he, as a human, didn’t fully understand.

As soon as you felt his strong arms wrap around your shoulders, you buried your face into his neck, inhaling his scent. His entire presence was a comfort to you now, a plot twist you never saw coming.

“I’m sorry about Monica…I know she was your friend…,” he said carefully.

You sniffed sadly, “she should’ve known better…she was over one hundred years old. But it's always a gamble when you turn someone. Not every human can handle a second life. There’s a reason we’re so selective in who we turn. Vampire’s like Ethan aren’t an isolated incident, as you, a hunter, would know. Anyone who comes out of the first decade of being a Vampire, even partially well adjusted, is lucky, honestly.” He nodded, gently resting his cheek on the top of your head. “Looking back, it’s amazing I even survived those first few years…”

“Was it that bad,” he asked softly.

“My Maker wasn’t…he was hands-on in all the wrong ways,” your voice sounded far off, as if you were drifting back into memories you weren’t fond of. Josh’s entire body stiffened at the implication, and heat started radiating from his hands, causing you to sit up quickly, “no…not like that…it’s just, he didn’t actually teach me how to be a Vampire. He’d parade me around, showing me how to find humans, how to manipulate them into feeding on them, but that was it. He didn’t teach me control, in fact he wasn’t interested in that at all. He liked things…messy, and when you’re that young and new, you don’t know any better. It’s so easy to get swept up into the “cool” parts of Vampirism that you fail to think about the less than glamorous parts. The shitty thing is, Ethan had a Maker who wanted to show him all the right things, how to live properly, how to blend in with society…but he just wasn’t cut out for any of it.”

He hated the way your eyes looked so sad and distant, with tears threatening to bubble up at any moment. His mind revisited his plans to find your Maker and force him to Meet the Sun himself, but he shook the thoughts away and focused entirely on you. In the time he had known you, you had never looked small in your body language. You always had a presence about you that filled an entire room, with a smile to match. But now? Now you looked tiny on your couch, head hung low as you rubbed your nose, feet tucked underneath you. It struck him that you hadn’t even called him Boy Scout in hours. He glanced up at the clock you had hanging on the wall, noting the time.

Softly, he reached over to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear before offering, “hey, how much blood did you give that man?”

You leaned into his touch and shrugged, “I’m not sure I was just focusing on closing that wound in his neck. Why?”

His expression softened, “Just…do you need a pick-me-up after that? How does blood loss affect Vampires?”

Your eyes met his, suddenly feeling rather vulnerable under his gaze, “I heal pretty fast.”

“That wasn’t what I asked.”

Your lower lip disappeared between your teeth, and you remembered that the one bag you had downed before going back out had been the last bag in your fridge. Your hunter's heartbeat was growing louder in your head, and your gums started to itch. But no, it still felt too soon since the Den. Human fragility was the least of your concern, but when it came to the brown eyed man sitting on your couch, you couldn’t help but keep it in the back of your mind at all times.

Shaking your head, “it's still too soon, I’ll be alright until tomorrow-”

“I’m a lot tougher than you think, Sweetheart.”

You stared at him, eyes looking him up and down, mulling it over. He was right, he was tougher than he let on, but you were just scared of hurting him.

“Fine. But not a lot,” you relented shifting on the couch.

He smiled at you, already anticipating the feeling of your fangs buried in his skin. Your own expression brightened as he pulled you into his lap. You adjusted your position until you were firmly straddling him, and he reached up and grazed his thumb against the side of your mouth.

“Take what you need,” he all but whispered. The way he spoke to you sent chills down your spine, and caused your eyes to darken. Instinctively you leaned forward and nuzzled his neck, the scent of his gorgeous blood overwhelming your senses. You planted an open mouthed kiss on his neck, feeling his pulse underneath your lips. He shivered slightly underneath you, his hands flexing against your hips. You stilled, your breath fanning against his skin. He gave you one more squeeze before his thumbs started rubbing circles into your skin, letting you know he was ready. Your eyes fluttered shut as your fangs extended from your gums and locked into place. Unable to hold back any longer you surged forward, piercing his skin in expertise. A moan rattled out of his mouth, and he threw his head back as best he could. You smiled against his skin as you took your first pull. This time both of you moaned as his blood flooded your mouth. That citrusy tang hit your tongue first, then the vanilla snuck in, nearly taking over. There was something so bright about his blood, a flavor profile that was so uniquely him. It took all of your self control to not gulp him down.

He was practically writhing underneath you, loving every second of it. Any pain from the bite was eclipsed by the sheer pleasure that coursed through his system. He pulled you down harder onto his lap, desperate for some kind of friction. He didn’t care how needy he acted or sounded, if you were the cause he couldn’t help it. The feeling was heightened when he felt some stray blood trail down his neck. He could never get enough of his Vampire.

~!~

Twenty miles north, give or take, a hunter and his Witch were placing the bodies of two dead Vampires in a shallow pit he had dug minutes prior. The sky was getting lighter and lighter as the sun raced to the horizon, and their task of disposing of the bodies would be complete. Jake had been silent for most of the trip, trying to digest the absolute shit show the last two days had been for him.

CiCi knew what was bothering him, and carefully said, “stop over thinking, he was fine.”

He turned to her, “this time. He doesn’t realize just how vulnerable he is walking around like her glorified juice box.”

“It’s a lot more between them and you know it.” Jake scoffed and tried to turn back to the horizon, but CiCi’s hand caught his chin and turned him back to her, “you can’t deny how he was looking at her the entire time.”

“That’s what scares me. I know him, he never does anything halfway, I can tell he’s all in on…whatever they have…and I also know that it’ll be me to pick up the pieces should it blow up in his face,” his eyes burned into hers.

“He could probably say the same thing about you, my love.”

“You’re not-”

“...exactly human either, am I? I still haven’t met your parents because of it.”

“I just don’t see how it's going to work for them. She seems…alright but I don’t trust her.”

“Maybe this means you’re going to have to trust Josh. He didn’t even hesitate to put down that one,” she gestured to the corpse in the pit before her.

Before Jake could counter, the sun breached the horizon, its golden rays spreading across the field. Within minutes, the two corpses were engulfed in flames, the putrid smell filling the air. He reached into his inner jacket pocket, and pulled out a small cigar. It was a habit he started years ago, when he and Josh started going out on their own to hunt. He crouched down in front of the flames, leaning forward to light it before standing back up wrapping his arm around his Witch’s waist.

“It's so morbid that you do that.”

“You like it though,” he said, smirking at her.

She tried glaring at him, but her own muscles failed her as a smile slowly spread across her face. It didn’t take long for the bodies to be turned into ashes, and the two of them filled the pit back in to leave no trace. In Jake’s mind, the one good thing about Vampires was how easy it was to dispose of them. As long as you had the sun, the rest was easy. The sun was a hunter’s best friend, and one of the few constants Jake could rely on.

~!~

But as the trail of clothes leading to your bedroom suggested, your own hunter’s feelings towards the sun weren’t the same anymore. The two of you were safely tucked into your bed nook, curtains tightly shut and the wall sconces inside were turned on, giving a warm glow to the little nest. He had you underneath him, slowly and deeply pistoning his hips into yours. He was leaning on one elbow next to your head, while the other hand was tucked under your ass, gripping your cheek to get you as close to him as possible. His lips never left your skin, peppering kisses all over your face and neck, occasionally nipping at your flesh with his teeth. Your own arms were wrapped around his back, digging your nails into his muscles whenever he’d hit a particular spot deep inside you. This time with him was different. It was slower, more relaxed, as if he wanted to make a point to take his time with you.

A lot was weighing on his mind but he didn’t want you to pick up on it. The case he had been working on the last few months was officially closed, and therefore his initial reason for even being in your city was over with. Now that he had you, he didn’t want to leave, and he didn’t know how to break it to Jake. He wasn’t going to ask you to uproot your life and go back with him, especially now that he knew just how much you loved it here. But right now, he was shoving all those thoughts into a corner of his mind so he could properly focus on you. He was committing every sigh, moan, and cry of his name to memory. The way the slick heat of your walls gripped him, how your ankles locked together perfectly on his back, the way your hands gripped his hair as your lips devoured him. All of it was finding a permanent place in his brain.

You were doing much of the same, mesmerized by your lover above you. The birds and ambient street noise was filtering into your room as the world woke up. But the light from your wall sconces were casting a warm glow around Josh, nearly giving him a halo of light. It was rare that you genuinely missed the sun itself, as you had a difficult relationship with the wretched thing. But being wrapped up with Josh was probably the closest you had ever been to gentle daylight in the three centuries you had been alive.

His brows furrowed together in concern when he saw your eyes well up with stubborn tears, “you ok?”

You sniffed, willing your tears to stay in your eyes, “never better, Boy Scout.”

He smiled and captured your lips with his, speeding up his movements. It wasn’t long before you were both crying out, reaching your highs together.

Before you could even think about getting up, Josh was slowly detangling his limbs from yours to carefully pull back the curtain to gauge where the sun was in your room. Thankfully your nook was positioned in a way that kept it out of direct light, but he still barely gave himself enough room to slide out of bed and quickly shut the curtain behind him. You giggled at his attentiveness and listened to his footsteps sprint around the room as he shut your other curtains, blocking out the sun. The curtain to your bed slowly opened, revealing your smirking hunter.

After round two in the shower, you were back in your bed cuddled up with Josh. Sleep overtook you both, and the rest of the day was spent wrapped up in each other’s arms.

However, the peaceful slumber was interrupted by someone pounding on your door. Groggily you sat up at the sound, and looked at the time on your phone and the weather widget on the home screen. A low temperature and a crescent moon greeted you, letting you know the sun was fully down and it was safe.

Josh stirred behind you, “what’s going on…?”

“I don’t know…wait here.” You threw open the curtain as the pounding happened again, this time a little louder. Quickly you grabbed some clothes from your drawer across the room and dressed as you made your way down the hall.

Not being satisfied with how you answered that, Josh dressed himself as well and followed you to the door. You peered through the peephole before letting out a shaky breath and opening the door.

Two men in black suits were standing on the other side, sternly staring at you both.

In a cool voice, one of them said, “Mr. Nikolou requests your presence at his manor this evening, and he apologizes for the sudden call. He also wanted to inform you that this matter was very urgent, and that he would have a driver ready for you.”

“Sweetheart…what is it?”

The fear and anxiety bubbled up in your throat as you turned around to Josh, “Dimitri wants to see us…”

To be continued…

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