#cw: implied gangbang?

[toppamplemousse]

I would be very happy if you could write a fic about Charles being used by mechanics

ok kind of obsessed with this ask and the absolute lack of direction here. was going to summarize and then what do you know there's 1.5k words in the google doc.

the votes were in for post-monza gangbang so......hope this is more or less what you were after. happy chwin!

explicit ferrari garage (+ max) using charles under the cut <3

By the time Max finally gets out of the debrief, he isn’t sure what he expects to see from the Ferrari garage. It’s hard to explain to outsiders what it means to win for Ferrari – what they do for their winners. To their winners. Words couldn’t possibly encapsulate how they celebrate, how much it means to them all. Max has seen it before, but not in Monza, not at their home. 

He slinks into the back entrance of Ferrari, just as Carlos is leaving.

“Hey, mate,” Carlos barely looks at him, clapping him on the shoulder. “They’re in there.”

Carlos barely nods in the direction of the garage. Max smiles, says thanks. It’s funny, really, that Carlos can’t look him in the eye after all this. Clearly Charles wants it, clearly Max gave permission. Yet Carlos still acts like it’s something covert, a clandestine happening. Something that makes his hands dirty, that he needs to repent. And it’s not like Carlos doesn’t enjoy it. Max knows he can’t resist the offer. 

It would be much easier to look straight Max, say thanks, and tell him Charles is waiting, face dripping with come. 

And that’s about the scene Max walks into – Bryan is there, of course, leaning over Charles, who rests against the side of the SF-24. He’s carding a hand through Charles’ hair, talking softly to him. Max can hear the Italian consonants bounce off his tongue. Alessandro is there too, though in a more compromising position, if Max cared. Leaning against the car, cock still in his hand, trying to catch his breath. He sees Max and raises his eyebrows, and Max thinks, that’s right. You should be fucking thanking me, worshipping the ground I walk on, for this. 

Bryan stands up. “Ciao, Max, what a race. He’s been so good, so perfect. Better than usual, ovviamente. He is begging for it, but we will let you have that.”

Max nods. It’s a routine affair, truly. Bryan only gets to come inside if Charles fucks up. Otherwise, he’s all Max’s.

And when Max finally gets a good look at Charles, it’s far better than he could have expected.

Charles’ eyes are slightly open, the unmissable green still there, but it’s foggy. He is so, so gone, more than usual, it seems. Max crouches down next to him, tilting his face up with a finger on his chin. Charles’ skin, his rosy cheeks and golden glow, are obscured by the flush that spreads across his face, down his neck. His lips are swollen, red and used, and Charles flinches as Max runs a finger along them. Fuck, he is so beautiful like this. 

And the evidence from this evening does not go unnoticed. Spurts of come, staining his beautiful face, catching on his eyelashes and dripping down his cheeks. Carlos, Ale, Bryan, for sure, and anyone else Bryan deemed worthy. Max feels the electric rush, straight for his groin, at the sight. It’s obscene. Filthy.

“Baby,” Max coos, watching Charles slightly stir, “Did you have fun?”

A smile spreads slowly across Charles’ face. God, he’s so fucked out. Max has rarely ever seen him like this, not even after Monaco. 

“Want it so bad, Max,” Charles whimpers, barely audible. “So bad. Want you– need it.”

Fuck, Max is so hard at his voice. He leans in, connecting their mouths and feeling Charles’ soft lips against his own. He can’t help but groan into the taste, into the way the come mixes in their mouths. Charles is so pliable like this, so willing. Max wants to savor it, but his jeans are so tight and he had to wait through Red Bull’s most uninteresting debrief, when all he could do was think about this. He deserves it. Charles deserves it. 

He reaches a hand down to wrap around Charles’ cock, hard and drooling, and Charles moans at the touch. God, Max could just get him off like this, dirty and quick and lick up every drop from his hand, but he needs so much more. Max lifts him up, kissing down his jaw, onto his neck, tasting everyone who came before him. It’s intoxicating. Charles can barely move on his own, boneless and docile. 

“There you go, baby, so perfect, doing so well,” Max kisses him on his shoulder as he turns him around, pushing against Charles’ back, arching him over the car. “My good boy.”

Charles whines, high in his throat. His legs spread, and Max has to look away, for fear of coming in his pants then and there. Charles’ hole is red, puffy, so thoroughly abused, come streaking across his back. His cock hangs between his legs, and there’s so much Max wants to do to him it’s unreal. With two fingers, he gingerly presses them in, the slide made effortless by the amount of lube inside him. 

“Don’t worry, Max,” Bryan taps his shoulder, “No one finished here. Just for you, we know. Certo.” 

A surge of pride, wrapped in fierce possessiveness courses through Max’s veins. Bryan’s right; Charles is no one’s but his. Mine.

Max adds a third finger, watches Charles thrash a little. It’s too easy.

“Fuck, baby, I’m going to fill you up, yeah? Is that what you want? You want my cock so bad, want me to fuck you,” Max is almost breathless watching Charles squirm on his fingers, loose and used and hot. 

Charles manages to look over his shoulder, eyes glassy. “Yes, please, please, Max, just you, only you. I need it– please.”

Charles has barely gotten the last few words out when Max pulls his fingers out, lining up his cock with Charles’ hole, smearing the lube and precome back and forth with the head of his cock. This is all he’s been thinking about; sinking into Charles, warm and inviting, begging for his touch. Charles is babbling, begging for it, like he hasn’t just had several different men in him for the last hour, pounding him until he can see stars.

Max pushes in and it’s gloriously wet, filthy and messy. Charles’ moans get louder, punctuating each of Max’s thrusts. He takes it slow, at first, relishing in the way there’s barely any resistance, like a perfect little cock sleeve. 

“Race winner, baby,” he murmurs into the skin of Charles’ shoulder, seeing the goosebumps scatter across Charles’ skin. “There’s no one like you, my pretty baby, my champion.”

Max looks up through his eyelashes, and sees some of the crew watching Charles intently, hands wrapped around their cocks as they jerk off. Max picks up the pace, needing to come so desperately, wanting to show off to the garage that Max is the only one who gets to do this, only one who gets to make him come, who gets to experience what it’s like coming inside him. 

“Tell me how much you want it, baby,” Max slaps the meat of Charles’ ass, adding to the hot red handprints already forming there. “Tell me how much you want me to fuck you stupid, fuck a baby into you.”

“Max, please, want your come, please, just fucking–” Charles’ breath is punched out of him as Max shifts his hips, never once relenting. “Fill me up, want it so badly.”

Max is so close to the edge, watching Charles so mindlessly beg for him like this, in front of all his mechanics and engineers. “I’m going to --fuck, Charles-- pump you so full of my come.”

Charles cries out, and Max reaches around, taking Charles’ cock into his hand. Bryan is in front of Charles again, running one hand through his hair, while the other works himself furiously. He’s whispering words of praise again, telling him how good of a race it was, how perfect Charles is for the team. Max sucks a bruise into Charles’ shoulder, and tells him, “You can come baby, come on my cock,” and Charles is coming hard, moaning echoing through the garage as Max works him through it. 

“Good boy, fuck.” 

Charles clenches around him, as hard as Max supposes he can for someone who’s this loose, this overstimulated, and it’s enough for Max. To know how Charles has been idolized, praised, worshiped today to the point of dumb, fucked-out incoherence, begging for him, only him. He fucks in and comes, filling Charles up hot and panting heavily. Bryan comes with a groan, finishing once again across Charles’ face, before smearing the head of his cock on Charles’ mouth. 

There is little left in Charles, moaning at the taste, at the feeling. Max pulls out slowly, rubbing circles onto Charles’ back, and watches the way his come starts to drip out. 

[bitchimasnake-sss]

☆ hubris! ── a blue lock fanfiction. // where you come to wreck the blue lock boys but end up ruined instead. [find part 1 here.]

synopsis: when ego jinpachi asked you to be the ruination of the national japanese football team, you gladly accepted. how hard could it have been? ruining a couple of men was child's play. but what a fool you were, because now you lay in front of the same people you vowed to ruin, and you knew they were about to devour you whole. pairing: afab!reader x multiple men [aged up isagi yoichi, rin itoshi, hyoma chigiri, meguru bachira, rensuke kunigami, nagi seishiro, reo mikage.] // gang-bang. it's implied that the reader has slept with them all previously [in part one]. also, yes! this is consensual. no dub-con or non-con going on, dw!! cw: DEAD DOVE, DO NOT EAT. [this means the story contains themes one may not be comfortable with. if you find yourself growing uncomfortable, please click away.] NOT PROOFREAD. WRITTEN DURING A DELUSIONAL PHASE. MDNI. nsfw concludes: OVERSTIMULATION!!! BLINDFOLD!!! MARATHON SEX!!! GANGBANG!!! penetration, doin' it raw, cunnilingus, blowjob, teasing, nicknames, slight bimbofication, overstimulation, praise, marathon sex. my digital footprint goes craaaazy :) wc: 1.2k words m.list

you had believed you would ruin the blue lock boys. you had believed that till the end, till you entered your last prey's room: reo mikage's room. one after the other, you knew you had the boys in your palm. with just one more to conquer, you were utterly confident.

perhaps that hubris is what brought upon your destruction.

reo's request was a bit strange, sure. he had asked you to put on a blindfold, asked you to do nothing else but follow his voice. strange, but nothing you weren't well-equipped to deal with.

what you weren't ready was for all the blue lock boys to corner you like some helpless, little ragdoll.

"you're being too hard on her," rin itoshi commented, looking at how meguru bachira ruined you at the mercy of his tongue. the pink muscle fucked into you, lapping up the dripping juices like it was bachira's only focus in life. rin tsked, "slow down, bachira."

"hah," rensuke kunigami found himself scoffing, looking at the way rin pushed his erection past your lips and fucked your mouth with reckless abandon. the orange-haired man teased, "bold words from you, itoshi. look at what a mess you're making of her."

by mess, the muscled man meant how your chin and lips were dripped in drool and everything that tasted of rin itoshi. you were running out of hair as the star player pulled your mouth up and down his hardened cock.

"ugh, clear up." nagi seishiro quipped up next, stretching his arms as if he wasn't seeing the most lewd display right in front of him. you laid on reo's bed, eyes blindfolded as they men devoured you one after the other. meguru bachira was hooked on your core, eating you out, while rin itoshi fucked your mouth and hyoma chigiri played with your erect nipples, tugging and licking them. nagi huffed, "when's it gonna be our turn?"

"patience," reo mikage reminded the snowy-headed man, "you can have her next."

the men seemed to converse within themselves, only bringing their attention back to you as you gagged on rin's dick. gasping for air, you blindly clawed at his thighs and the hot-headed itoshi finally gave you some mercy. as he pulled out of your mouth, your throat felt strangely empty, almost as if the footballer had made you his own cocksleeve.

"move," isagi yoichi huffed, "it's my turn."

"you had her not even five minutes ago," bachira whined against your puffy, glistening cunt and you heard hyoma chigiri finally let go of your tits with a resigned sigh, "yeah, fuck off, isagi. you just had her."

"and i wanna go again," the raven-headed muttered impatiently, his razor-sharp tongue ready to fight whoever necessary. but kunigami interfered, laughing as he traced the outline of your body with his hungry eyes, "can't blame isagi. i mean, jus' look at her."

see, you would have paid attention to all their bickering if you weren't losing your mind right this second.

all you could feel were hot licks against your clit and a tongue fucking you senseless, you could feel rin— oh, wait. no. from the scent of his soap, it was nagi, now. you could feel nagi push his tip past your wobbling lips. you could feel chigiri play with your nipple, reluctantly sharing another one with reo (if your guess was correct.)

a crazed lick went down the side of your waist, followed up sweet kisses on your thighs and hips. who was that, now? kunigami, or isagi? or wait... did bachira switch with someone else now?

you could swear you were losing your mind, you could swear except you weren't sure you were cognitive enough to think of anything right now.

"gotcha. finally." isagi husked, and you felt him push his erection past your puffy folds and into your velvety hole.

"oh—" you moaned against nagi's shaft, words nothing but senseless garbage that mimicked the human tone. and as act of benevolence— no. as a sadistic act, nagi pulled himself out of your mouth and hummed, "sayin' something?"

the room grew quite, the chattering men that were all over you just a moment ago waited for your answer so patiently. too patiently.

"i-" your throat was sore, words almost dying before they ever got uttered, "n-no."

"no?" bachira mimicked, laughing thereafter as you lay there confused, unsure of their next moves.

"are you tired, pretty?" kunigami rasped, and you would have falsely assumed that they actually cared if it wasn't for the fact that they all went to their administration immediately afterwards.

"a-aah," you panted, mouth falling open as isagi fucked into your overstimulated cunt, "y-yoichi!"

"switch, you bastard." reo's voice dropped down many octaves, a hoarse rasp, and you felt your cunt emptying for just a few moments before it was filled by the mikage industry's heir.

moans tumbled out of your mouth before you filled by someone else. kunigami hissed as you sucked on his cock, taking him so well, "jus' like that, go on."

with his praises, kunigami pressed a harsh hand to the back of your head, making you choke on his length. somewhere along the line, you felt reo abandon your sweet cunt and someone else take his spot. from the man's tight grip on your hips and fast snaps of hip, you assumed the man to be hyoma chigiri.

honestly, you were all but falling apart on their fingertips, and aching cocks. your body was abandoned for a few fractions of a second before a second man laid claim to you. if you could have comprehended, you would have heard their ragged and heavy breaths, pussydrunk words as they passed you among themselves.

as hyoma's thrusts grew in intensity and speed, the coil in your stomach grew tighter and tighter and tighter— and oh my god, you felt something snap within your body. your head was thrown back, back arching so dangerously as your thighs shook, your mouth fell open and screams tore past your larynx. the next minute, a harsh stream of juices erupted out of your overstimulated cunt, drenching you and everyone around in your glistening juices.

"shi—" rin hissed, almost transfixed at the women utterly ruined under them.

"shit, right?" chigiri almost moaned, looking at the rapid, erratic rise and fall of your chest. your body was marked purple and blue, the men already leaving a mark on you. white, milky streams covered your chest and thighs while your face and neck were painted a reddish hue.

"that was so fuckin' hot." nagi rasped, words raw and twisted.

"hey," isagi mumbled, his words so soft as he finally took off your blindfold, "you good?"

the room was too bright, and above you towered men of colossal intentions, naked and still hungry. as the world above you started making sense, you saw bachira pumping himself leisurely, saw rin map out your body nonchalantly. the rest of them were in similar disheveled states: hungry, lust-filled eyes, flushed faces and erect cocks.

your eyes travelled from one till the other, half of them still splashed with your residue from your earlier orgasm. you found some strength within your tired throat, humming out, "y-yeah."

"ya sure?"

"hm." you nodded, your rapid breathing slowing down and dropping down to a steady crawl.

"good," reo rasped, and bachira finished the statement for him, "cause we're not done with ya."

a/n: let me repeat, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT! it has potentially non-likable content, so, if ya don't like, don't read!! okay, that's all. sleep well tonight xoxo tagging: this one is for @5hoe1 @mininji @palegardenrebel [yes, i just needed someone to give me an excuse to write this filth] 🤭 m.list

[daydreams-after-dark]

Haii babes

Hear me out okay. Younger neighbor living next to DILF Chan and he's having a BBQ with all his middle aged friends like Minho, Changbin and Han and he invited you over. Obviously you have to dress your best (to get fucked) and it turns into a gun activity amongst the 5 of you 😫. PLEASE IM DYING ABOUT THIS

Holy shit! This ask came in and it instantaneously unlocked something in me! I was about to go out and meet a friend for coffee and the whole drive over I was thinking about channie and his friends fucking reader!!!

The idea of middle aged Chan and his friends, using younger reader like a little whore has got me rather turned on. Maybe it’s the voyeur in me wanting to see her getting absolutely ruined by the mature men? I don’t know and I’m not going to question it.

I just want to write something downright filthy (because this is the after dark blog). 😈😈💀💀

Just to clarify, the asks is meant to say “fun activity” not “gun.”

Oh and I just have to mention that this is basically 3Racha plus Minho���. Which I’ve always said is my ultimate dream! 🫠🫠🫠🫠 i'M SUCH SLUT FOR THEM!!

Ready? Here we go. Buckle up, it’s going to be pure filth!

CW: age gap - chan and co are in their forties (but very energetic) and reader is 22, implied consent, objectification, praise, name calling, unprotected vaginal and anal sex, double pen two holes, gangbang, blow jobs, cum eating (m and f), cream pie, slapping, spanking, hair pulling, rough sex, nipple play., videotaping

Your neighbour, Chan, is a filthy man. At first glance he is quite polite, very good looking, and a wonderful resident of the neighbourhood. But it's just an act. You know this from the way he sits on his upstairs balcony watching you whenever you sunbathe in your backyard.

It feels thrilling knowing he's watching, and the next time you sit in your backyard to sunbathe, you take your bikini off entirely. He doesn't even pretend he’s not looking.

You wonder if he'd come over and fuck you if called out to him? Probably. He seems like that kind of man.

One glorious spring day, Chan invites you over for an evening barbeque. "I'm having a small gathering of a few of my close friends, and they'd love to meet you." he smiles kindly, crinkling the wrinkles around his eyes. But there's a deviousness behind them.

"Of course! I'll be there."

From what you’ve seen, his friends are hot too, and so of course you're ringing Chan's doorbell in your shortest sundress, tiniest panties, and tallest heels you own, balancing a platter of finger food in your hand.

“Y/n! Thank you for coming. Everyone has been waiting for you.” He guides you through his home to a closed in outdoor entertaining area at the back of the house.

“These are my friends.” He gestures to the three men sitting in outdoor couches around a low coffee table.

“This is Changbin, Han and Minho.”

You smile and wave at each of the men, exchanging pleasantries.

There are snacks spread out on the table in front of them, along with empty glasses. “Chan, shall I help poor drinks?” You offer. He smiles and tells you where to find the wine.

As you go retrieve the bottle of wine you take a moment to catch your breath. They are all so fucking handsome. You think to yourself, and you’re glad you decided to dress cute-slash-slutty.

“Here she is.” Smiles Chan as you walk back out.

“Drinks, boys?” You chime, holding up the wine, and all four men hold their empty glasses ready for you. You make your way around, being sure to bend over and stick out your ass to give each of the other men a view up your short dress, whilst smiling innocently at the man you were pouring a drink for.

You hear a few mumbled “fucks” and you know they’re eyes are glued to your ass cheeks poking out from underneath the dress.

“Y/n. You should come sit down. Take a seat.” said Chan.

You stand up and look around, but there isn’t a chair or space for you to sit.

“I think Chan means go take a seat on his lap, princess.” The one named Minho chuckles.

You turn to Chan who’s sitting with his legs wide and his arms outstretched along the back of his chair.

Oh. That’s exactly what he means. You can see it written on his smug face.

Quietly, you make your way over to Chan and carefully perch yourself across his lap.

He sucks in a breath and wraps an arm around your back. His other hand comes to your knee and squeezes it gently. “I was just telling the guys about what you and I get up to on the weekend.” He smirks.

“W-what do you mean?” You ask.

“Oh you know perfectly well, babygirl.” He says sternly. “How you put yourself on display for me.” He inhales the skin on your neck, causing you to shudder. “And they want you to show them what you show me.”

You look around at the men. Han is snacking on some crisps like this is an everyday situation, Changbin has the darkest eyes you’ve ever seen, and Minho looks like he wants to eat you.

You gulp.

Chan slowly unzips the back of your dress and pulls the sleeves down your arms until your tits spill out. He immediately attached his mouth to a nipple, then he pulls off with a loud pop. “So young. So supple.” He says approvingly groping at your breast.

“How old are you, y/n” Changbin asks curiously.

“T-twenty two.” You squeak.

“Perfect age.” He licks his lips.

“Old enough to fuck rough, and young enough to teach a lesson.” Minho stated.

“Hear that, babygirl? They want to play with you.” He whispers low.

Fuck! You bite your lip and grind ever so slightly on Chan’s thigh. He notices the small action. “You like that idea, don’t you? You gonna be our little whore for tonight?”

His hand slides up your dress to find your soaking panties. “Thought so.” He chuckles, pulling them to the side and pushing a finger into you.

“Fuck! Oh god… Chan.” You choke as he thrusts his fingers into your tight wet cunt.

“Hmmm… I think you mean daddy.” He corrects you. “Now bend over. You deserve a slap for that insolence.”

You looked at him questioningly, and the other men snicker.

“I said bend over, you need to be spanked.”

You move to lay across his lap, and Chan lifts your dress to reveal your ass.

"Hmm, scrumptious piece of meat." ogles Changbin.

"Bin, pass me the cheese knife...thanks, mate."

Your eyes squeeze tight and your breath hitches as he carefully traces the knife up the back of your thigh, before using it to slice your tiny little panties right off.

He tosses the knife back on the table and spreads your cheeks so the other three can see your glistening pussy.

"She looks like she'll be really tight." mumbled Han, his mouth full of food. "Do you think she'll be able to take us all? You know what we're like once we get started."

"She looks trainable." said Minho.

"Now, I think five spanks, should be enough." Chan concludes, and you secretly smile to yourself. You've can easily handle way more than- "Ahhh...Fuck!" you cry when a hard slap lands directly on your pussy. His hand comes down again. Slap! and another one. God, that stings.

"Just three more." Slap. Slap. Slap.

He pulls your dress down your body and slides it off your legs and tosses it to the floor. "Up we get, babygirl. Sit up now." Chan cooes.

You sit up with tears down your cheeks and look at the three other men. They all have their cocks out and are stroking their lengths.

"What do you have to say for yourself." Chan caresses your thighs and nuzzles into your breasts.

"S-sorry, d-daddy." you whisper.

"That's it. Good girl." The praise makes you feel good, and it makes you want to please him more.

"Now, I need you to go and suck Han's cock." He helps you onto your feet. "Go. He's waiting for you." he urges you on.

Naked, except for your heels, you make your way to Han. You feel wobbly on your feet from the shock of being spanked, but at the same time you've never felt more turned on in your life.

"Here, doll." Changbin stands up and directs you to kneel where he had been sitting and lean down and take Han's cock deep into your mouth. "Yes. This way we can have a bit of fun with you at the same time Han is fucking your throat." he adds.

"Baby, ahhh...ngh... fuck your mouth..." Han hums as you give him the best head of your life, taking him all the way into your throat. "Mmmh...you've sucked cock before haven't you, baby. ahhh...like a fucking pro." he holds your head down and thrusts into you, making you choke. "One of my favourite sounds." he adds.

Changbin spreads your ass cheeks and rubs the pads of his fingers around the entrance to your pussy, making you moan around Han. Then you feel the tip of his cock pressing against your entrance.

"Changbin. Split her open for us." Minho says.

"Is our little toy ready to be played with? hmm?" Changbin chuckles as he pushes his cock into you. You let out a muffled cry as Changbin's girthy cock stretches your pussy open. He's so thick, but you're so wet, and once he is fully seated inside you, he starts to fuck you.

His thrusts are slow, deep, measured, and so powerful that you really are being forced to choke on Han's cock. Together, two men use you like a fleshlight, like a pretty toy to fuck into. Their hands explore your body in a rough, animalistic way, and you're fucking loving it.

You know that Chan and Minho are watching you from their chairs, probably jerking off and dying for a turn of you.

"Fuck...your pussy...so fucking tight..." he digs his fingers into your hips and slams your ass back onto him. "That's it...fuck...show me how you fuck yourself..." he releases his hands from your body, and stops thrusting entirely, making you back yourself onto him over and over again.

You can barely breathe, your makeup would surely be ruined by now, between the sting of the spanking and choking on cock, your face is surely a mess.

"Fuck. Coming." choked Han and you feel spurts of his hot cum hit the back of your throat. "Take it, baby. Such a good slut." he pants, emptying himself in your mouth.

Changbin abruptly pulls out, causing you to whine at the sudden emptiness, and he pulls your head off of Han by your hair. "Open, quick." he grunts and bullies his cock into your mouth. Three harsh thrusts and he's coming on your tongue too. "Show me, doll. Good girl." He nods in approval when you show him you swallowed every drop. “Belly full of cum.”

Han gets up off the couch to find a snack and a drink, and you almost collapse face first into the cushion. You feel Chan move behind you, spreading your cheeks again for a good look at your used hole.

"Babygirl didn't get to cum did she?" he mocked. You shook your head whimpering. You are so close, and your core feels so tight that you are going to snap at any moment.

You hear the sound of a cap from a bottle and then a familiar feeling of cold lube being applied to your asshole. They're going to fuck your ass.

"Shh... Daddy's just going to loosen you up." he purrs as he begins to prep you for his cock. You rest your head on the cushion and give yourself to Chan, letting him finger fuck your ass until he is three full fingers deep. "Taking me so well. Now for you to feel my cock, yeah? It’s gonna be a tight fit.”

He removes his fingers and presses his cock to your hole.

“That’s it…Good girl…Look at you taking daddy’s cock so well.” He praises as he pushes into you slowly. “Your tight little hole loves to be stretched… doesn’t it. Answer me.”

B-yes…loves to be stretched.” You pant.

“This is what you think about isn’t it? Me deep in your ass.” He starts to fuck you, withdrawing slightly, then pushing in deeper on each thrust. You can’t help but cry out, moan and whimper as his thrusts steadily become faster.

“Next time you’re out in your backyard naked, I’m gonna come around and fuck your ass….just like this…” he pants.

“We’ve managed to hook it up.” Changbin says excitedly.

“Babygirl. Look.” He whispers. You look up to the wall mounted flatscreen to see a close up of your ass with Chan’s enormous cock fucking into you. You turn your head back to see Changbin videoing the action, then your eyes return to the screen to watch your hole being abused.

Han comes to your side to reach underneath you to play with your clit. “You gonna show us how you come, baby?” He smirks.

“Oh fuck! Fuuuuuccckkk!” You squeal, coming hard.

“Good girl! Now daddy’s gonna fill you up. Ready, sweet thing?” His hand comes down to slap your ass.

“Yes, daddy. Fill me up. Need your cum.” You plead.

Chan groans as he releases himself deep in your ass and withdraws himself.

“Princess. Over here right now.” Minho snaps.

You haven’t even a chance to recover from your orgasm, as you stumble over to Minho. “Sit on the coffee table. Spread your legs for me.” He pushes you down to sit in front of him and shoves your legs open. Then he’s suddenly kneeling between them and lapping at your cunt.

You throw your head back and moan. The man knows how to eat pussy, and you’re not sure you will ever be go back to go back to lacklustre oral.

Minho’s mouth moves down to catch the cum leaking from your ass. Now that’s the most erotic thing you’ve ever witnessed.

“Which hole you gonna fuck?” asks Changbin.

Minho pulls away from your pussy and lazily fingers your cunt. “I wanna DP her. Han. You haven’t fucked get yet.”

Minho sits back in his chair, pulling you on top of him and spreading your legs over his. He pulls your heels off and instructs you to press your feet into the cushions beside him and lift yourself up. You do as he says as he lines his cock up with your ass and slowly lowers you onto him.

“S’deep.” You choke.

“Mmm… you feel perfect, Princess. Such a pretty little cockslut for us aren’t you? Gonna be filled with so much cum by the end of this. Full of cum and your holes fucking gaping.” He smirks against your cheek. His hands squeeze your tits as you grind on his cock.

“Come on, Princess. Not getting tired I hope? C’mon, bounce on me…put on a show for the camera.” He hisses.

You’ve forgotten they were recording you. You muster all the energy you can to bounce up and down Minho’s cock and watching the screen to see your hole swallowing it up with ease. Fuck! You are a slut. And you’re fucking loving every second of it.

“Han. Come on.” Minho growls.

Han positions himself in front of you and lines his cock up with your cunt. “Have you done this before, baby?” He asks you.

You don’t answer, you’re about to come again.

“Hey!” He slaps you across the cheek and you come hard around Minho’s cock.

“Fuck, she just came. She’s clamped up. Fuck… quick… Han, fuck her now.” demands Minho.

“So our little lady likes to get roughed up. Huh?” Han shook his head In disbelief, and then groaned low as he pushed his cock into your pussy.

“Oh!!” You groan. “So…full… you’re splitting me in two… shhhiiittt.”

You’re not new to anal sex whatsoever, but you’ve never taken two cocks like this.

“Babygirl…” Chan tugs you by your hair and you turn your head to the side to take his cock in your mouth.

Changbin is on the other side taking your hand and wrapping it around his cock. He’s still holding his camera, aiming it from above, and managing to catch everything that is happening.

All four of them are using your body at the same time. Minho fucking your ass, Han your pussy, and you alternate between Chan and Changbin as they fuck your face.

Your hair is being pulled, someone has a hand wrapped around your neck, your nipples are being pinched and slapped, and Han is spitting on you.

They pull another orgasm from you before moaning and growling as they fill you up with their cum.

Eventually, they pull themselves out of you, they say their farewells, leaving you and Chan alone.

He carries you bridal style to his bathroom, runs you a bath and tucks you into his bed so you can rest.

“Such a good girl for daddy.” He whispers as he slips in bed beside you. “We need organise another gathering soon.”

@channieandhisgoonsquad @noellllslut @itsseohannbin @weareapackofstrays @kangnina @3rachasdomesticbanana @palindrome969 @xxkissesforchanniexx @chuuchuu1224 @fun-fanfics @wolfennracha @rhonnie23

[enterdivinity]

sharing is caring

summary: your beautiful boyfriend, izuku midoriya, let his friends share you

cw: gangbang, filming, nsfw(minors dni), cowgirl, doggystyle, name-calling(dirty girl(implied), atta girl, slut)

a/n: listen to frank ocean while writing smut!!! it works!! based off of @dcsiremc's post

The only thing that anyone could hear from miles away were moans and groans in Izuku Midoriya’s dorm room. He convinced his friends, specifically Bakugou, to come over and share his girlfriend, aka, you. People know the saying, sharing is caring, right? He took it to another level. A whole new level.

You were face down, ass up on his bed, gripping onto his bedsheets. Izuku was taking you from behind, and Shoto and Denki were shoving and pumping their rock-hard cocks on your face. Smearing that pre-cum as you tried to take licks, key word: tried. You were moaning your ass off as your boyfriend kneaded your ass cheeks with his calloused hands. That’s why you tried to lick it all. He was thrusting into you like you were the last person on earth, his balls were slapping against your clit repeatedly. Eijirou and Katsuki were next to each other, jerking off and waiting for the perfect moment to strike. He kept on plunging his dick into your spongy walls, not even caring that he was close. “‘Zuku-! Please!” You whined as his thrust became more sporadic.

“Please what? Use your words baby…”

“M-more!”

More? You wanted more? Well, he was a good boyfriend and spoiled you rotten. His dick was bullying and poking at your cervix as his grip on your hips became tighter. He completely stopped thrusting into your cunt and his cum painted your insides white. He slowly pulled out and took many deep breaths, turning his head to Katsuki. Izuku snapped back into reality as blush sped up onto his face. He got off of you, looking so flustered and embarrassed. He even covered his face! How cute.

“Ka-Kacchan! Don’t film,” the greenie whimpered as he got off of you, “join…”

“Nah.” He rolled his eyes and tutted. Katsuki did want to join in the fun, but he wanted to later on. He wasn’t much of a sharer, so he wanted to go last. Saving the best for last as people say. His phone was out, and so was his dick. He was slowly moving it up and down with his hand, while quiet and deep groans escaped his lips. However, this was someone’s girlfriend that he was jerking off too. This was morally wrong, but boy was it hot.

Shoto bent down to be eye-level with you, grabbing your face by the chin. You bit your bottom lip, trying not to make even more noise than there was before. He mumbled something along the lines of “open up and say ahh.” You pried your mouth open, tongue out and all that jazz. The two-toned haired boy put his index and middle finger in your mouth, making you suck them as you panted. Denki jerked himself off even more, grabbing your hair with his free hand. You looked up to see him, he was definitely close. He leaned his head back and let out a guttural moan. That was a clear sign, if it weren’t for the cum that spewed on your face and mouth, it was a sign. The two backed away from you, looking at Eijirou, and ushered him to play his part.

“Bakubro, ya think I should stuff that cum in her? Todoroki and Kaminari want me to.”

“Do what you want, shitty hair.” Katsuki flipped his phone around so it would be horizontal. The redhead shrugged and got off his chair, his hung cock swinging from side to side as he walked over to you. If you thought that your boyfriend had a big dick, this one was monstrous. Absolutely humongous. He sat down on the bed and laid down on his back.

“Gonna let you ride me, okay baby?” You nodded, and Eijirou picked you up and you sunk down on his beer-can dick. While his hands were on your hips, you clenched your teeth and rolled your eyes back. How could someone have something this huge? It was like something from porn, but fully real.

“Atta girl, nice and slow…”

You moved your hips slowly, bouncing up and down on him. He rested his head over his neck, he wanted you to do all the work. The redhead was a nice boy after all, so selfless and kind. Well, not as selfless as Izuku, he was the definition of a gentleman. You pressed your hands on his shirtless and very muscular body. Probably even more muscular than your own boyfriend. Well, the greenie got it because of pure determination, so it canceled out. You turned your head to see him smiling at you. He was smiling, your boyfriend was smiling at the fact that you were in someone else’s control. Damn.

Eijirou held onto your hips as you felt them give out, he was so kind to you. Has he wanted to do this to you ever since he met you? Well, now he could. He helped you ride his cock, making the pace a smidge faster after each and every bounce. You looked back at him, beads of sweat were dripping down your forehead. It was definitely a workout. He started to thrust into your pussy. At first it was slow, but then it gradually got fast and faster. Becoming more effortless and graceful. It was a complete contrast to the redhead’s usual behavior. You could tell that he was getting closer to his climax, it was evident.

Katsuki got up from his chair, but kept filming. He changed the camera angle so it would be vertical. His dick poked at your shaky hands. It seemed like he wanted you to pump it, so you did. It was periodical, but it got the blondie going. The other three were praising you, it almost felt like taunts. Bittersweet taunts, such an oxymoron. They were calling you names like “dirty girl” and “slut.” It didn’t feel mean at all though, it felt nice.

“Shiiit, didn’t know Deku’s girl was such a slut.” He murmured under his breath, he didn’t want you to hear his absolutely arousing noises. Katsuki could definitely be a porn star if it weren’t for his quirk and extremely inflated ego.

Eijirou heard him, chuckling a little bit. He completely stopped laughing and thrusted his dick fully in your hole. A loud moan was let out of his mouth, so loud that you thought he was in pain. Nah, it was all pleasure. He came inside of you, letting his and Izuku’s cum mix together like some sensual solution. He lifted you off of his cock, having you lie down on the bed. The greenie walked to you, as he wiped the bead of sweat off of your forehead.

“You took it so well,” he kissed your forehead, “now lemme take care of you.”

header: @roseschoices

1127 words

[diejager]

Is there a Milf reader who have to take care of task 141 when they ask for a night stay? >:)) imagine they are your husband friends. (Your husband couldn’t knock you out so they help)

Affair Cw: implied cheating, voice kink, polygamy, creampie, rough sex, soft sex, fluff, fivesome/gangbang, tell me if I missed any. Wc: 1.5k

Your husband, sweet Tom, had friends over, drinking and laughing echoing from the kitchen, loud and boisterous sounds filled with ease and pleasure. You’d never heard him so joyous with anyone else - apart from you, he was a loving man - joking and chuckling so openly, in comparison to his quiet and humble self outside of your home.

Donning a robe over your attire, you wrapped yourself warmly before walking down the stairs, padded feet muffling your steps down the smooth, wooden flooring. You gazed into the dining room, staring at Tom’s back at the end of the table, his leaner build in contrast to his friend’s broad shoulders, and the dichotomy of their various personality that shine through their eyes. Unlike your husband’s soft hazel, the four men had beautiful shades, two blues: a violent, stormy blue and a bright, electric sky, and two browns: a dark and thunderous brown, and a warm and gentle chocolate. It stirred something in your gut, a warmth that shouldn’t be there.

Your sudden appearance had surprised them, four pairs of eyes alerting Tom that you stumbled into their little chat. Tom peered over his shoulder, his pretty hazel meeting your eyes and smiled softly, coaxing you over his side with a hand. Pushed forward, you stepped out of the dark hallway and into the lighted room, hand sliding into Tom’s and seated in his lap, bringing your robe closer to your chest.

“My sweet wife,” his eyes gleamed proudly, lips dancing across yours in a delicious show of adoration, “These are my friends from the SAS, dear.”

You let your eyes rove over them, to Tom’s left was a rugged-looking man with a wild mohawk with the electric blues, a zealous smirk gracing his lips. Beside him was the man with dark eyes, a hood pulled over his head and a skull-painted mask over his face, leaving a dusty black painted around his eyes like a dark shroud over his black garments. At the head of the table was a bear-like man in a beanie that exhumed confidence and stoicism with his stormy blue-grey, a cigar hanging from the corner of his lips and arms folded against his chest. And the final man, leaner than the others, but as big as the rest with his warm skin and warmer, chocolate eyes, a well-trimmed moustache and stubble, and his cute, flag-printed cap, casting a shadow over his dazzling eyes.

They all looked at you softly, your name rolling off their tongues with a distinct accent that made your lashes flutter and throat clog, introducing themselves with a little quip of their lips, two smiles, one reckless grin and a gentle squint of his eyes. Kyle was the softest one, John the leading figure, Simon the man shrouded in mystery and Johnny the one with a Scottish drawl. You wouldn’t mind them coming by more often when the kids were asleep upstairs.

Johnny was a feral man, jumping you in bed and tearing your clothes away with two or three gestures, ripping your shirt from the seams and tearing the gusset of your panties into pieces. He left you naked and wanting, writhing under him and his teasing kisses, teeth bared and snarling. Johnny was an overzealous sort, recklessly dominant with his whole body, throwing himself at you without any baseline, going without a plan or second thought. He was a man that believed that acts dictated how he felt and that was how he could show it to you —with his body.

He kissed you roughly, all teeth and biting, nipping at your lip and jaw, sinking into the meat of your neck and shoulder as he split you open on his cock, his veined girth and wild pubes. He praised you with every breath, grasping your hips and waist with a soft grip, kneading your breasts and thigh, fat and skin squeezed between his fingers. He filled you with more than just his cock, he purged you of stress, blowing away any fear away with smothering kisses and the rough tap of his tip against your cervix.

He left you satiated, face buried in your covers and snoring away after he bathed and took care of you, feeding you snacks and water and tucking you to bed. Brushing your hair back and promising to stay until your husband came back, whispering promises to come see you again.

Kyle was an angel, setting the line between what he was willing and wasn’t to do to you, lifting you up slowly, building up a heat in your core and making you boil over the edge. He shrugged off your robes with soft, guiding hands, lowering you to your bed and going down on you as if you were the last thing he’d ever eat. He stretched you open with his tongue and fingers, pulling orgasm after orgasm until you were left a mess. His love language was praises and softness, a gentle dominance with a smile and loving caresses.

He embraced you slowly, pushing into you tender kisses, lips dancing across yours to paint a Renaissance artwork worth being hung in the Salon des Refusés. A painting of your body lost in the throes of pleasure, your face twisted and nipples perked up, toes curled and fingers gripping your bed sheets, and lips glossy as you moan out his name. Kyle put you on a pedestal, a painting rivalling the beauty of Monet’s Olympia, your skin the same softness of her image, your hair spiralled wildly and him waiting against you for your every beck and call. You were the Olympia of his world.

He filled what Johnny couldn’t, his cock leaner than the Scot’s, but he made up with his longer length, brushing against your g-spot before hitting the deepest part of your cunt, drilling a spot for himself with his rapidly growing pace and gentle hold, gripping your hair to have you arch against him, staring up at the ceiling with fluttering lashes.

Simon came third, a wall standing between you and your freedom, a force to submit to. He was a rough lover, hands calloused and gruff voice. He manhandled you into your mattress, pressing your face into your bed while he ploughed through you. He was brutal and silent, taking control of you without uttering a single word, legs open and slick rolling down your thighs. Simon had you call him Sir or Master in the bedroom, having you scream his title and voice your needs to him, cries muffled by your wet cushion.

You felt every graze of his girth, thicker than the two before him and long with heavy balls, his cock throbbing inside of you when you clenched down. He loomed over you, an inked arm forcing you to arch your back, ass raised high and face down by the harsh hold of his hand. He was a mass of fat and muscles, unmoving and rough, snapping his hips against yours while he murmured filthy things, dirty and degrading words before throwing praises, lacing them with demeaning remarks. He swore he’d prepare you for Price, that he was the last step before you’d be completely ruined for anyone else, still filling you up with his cum.

You were unconscious by the time he tucked you in bed, taking his time to clean you up while you dozed away, dreaming about the men who gave you something to dream of while they were gone. When you woke up, you realised he left you a message on your phone under an unknown number, and you added him without a second thought.

When John came over, he expected you to obey him, kneeling by his feet in nothing but your panties, gazing at him with wide and teary eyes, tensing your thighs to drive off the tingling heat between your legs. Your core burned with a wildfire that hungered for more, hole leaky and clenching around nothing while you served John, your lips wrapped around his girth, drooling down his balls. John was stern, demanding to let yourself go to him, but he was hard like Simon, gentle like Kyle and rough like Johnny.

But unlike them, he moved with precision, folding you in half as he pumped you full of himself, his cock abruptly sinking into you before he pulled out completely and snapped his hips, burying himself balls deep inside of you. With your legs hanging off his shoulders and his hand collaring your neck, you let out choked breaths, his thrusts punching the air out of your body with the pointed and precise drive of his hips. He made you come twice before he filled you up, gushing around him with a loud whine, being bred by Tom’s friend from the Air Force.

He left you debauched and ruined, his spend leaking from your cunt and swollen clit throbbing from being pinched and rolled throughout your session. He kissed you goodbye before he left your room, pulling the blanket over your dazed and naked figure.

You couldn’t look at them in the eye when they all gathered for another boy’s night at your house, seated on Tom’s lap, fiddling with your finger as his thumb drew circles on your thigh to soothe your apparently sudden nerves.

“Did you remember to thank them, dear?” He kissed the skin behind your ears, teasing you with his breathy voice.

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[jymwahuwu]

ღ Honkai: Star Rail Master List

The Xianzhou Luofu

WARNING: DARK CONTENT.

Jing Yuan

general bargains with you

CW: yandere, non-con, kidnapping, manipulation, mating press, forced oral sex

jing yuan manipulates you into being his little housewife

CW: yandere, non-con, pregnancy, aphrodisiacs, housewife kink, manipulation, abuse of power, sexism

jing yuan and his personal assistant

CW: yandere, harassment

jing yuan invites you to enjoy dessert but this is a trap

CW: yandere, non-con, somnophilia, sleeping pills, mating press

asking to play jing yuan's tits is asking for trouble

CW: yandere, nipple stimulation, aphrodisiac, mindbreak, no mention of aftercare, jing yuan gave you a trap

yanqing, jing yuan and your family dynamics

CW: yandere(jing yuan), platonic yandere(yanqing), non-con

jing yuan and yanqing's tutor reader

CW: yandere, manipulation, forced marriage

price of betrayal (jing yuan+blade+dan heng gangbang u…)

CW: hsr leaks,non-con, yandere, gang bang, forced oral sex, kidnapping

spanked by jing yuan in front of guests

CW: yandere, humiliation, kidnapping, failed escape, spanking without consent, forced oral sex

after running away from jing yuan, caught by blade and returned

CW: afab reader, yandere, non-con, kidnapping, failed escape, spanking without consent, edging, humiliation

you have a crush on jing yuan

CW: yandere, kidnapping

you escape from hsr men and got caught

CW: yandere, failed escape, non-con

jing yuan decided to give you more "jobs" and "training" to prevent you from running away from him

CW: yandere, non-con, abuse of power

jing yuan raises baby yanqing with you

CW: yandere, harassment, (implied) non-con

jing yuan forces you to wear cute/revealing clothes

CW: yandere, kidnapping, non-con, spanking

If jing yuan is in heat

CW: yandere, non-con, lock you up, pregnancy

what if jing yuan gets mara...

CW: yandere, non-con, kidnapping, angst, forced pregnancy, lactation

jing yuan fantasizes about you in front of his friends

CW: yandere, masturbation, jing yuan fantasizes about you…implying that yingxing likes you

jing yuan tries to coax you step by step

CW: yandere, dub-con

jing yuan + corruption kink with reader who idolizes him

CW: corrupt kink, yandere, oral sex

jing yuan coaxes alpha! reader to omega

CW: yandere, ABO, alpha! reader forced to change to omega, gaslight, non-con

jing yuan x magical girl! reader

CW: yandere, non-con, sleeping pills, kidnapping, magical girl! reader, anal stimulation

jing yuan drinks his wife’s milk every morning

CW: pregnancy, lactation kink

jing yuan and blade with self-aware au

CW: yandere, self-aware au

jing yuan accidentally drank the cup of aphrodisiac drink

CW: yandere, non-con, aphrodisiac, harassment, breaking into your home

sugar daddy jing yuan

CW: yandere, non-con/dub-con, manipulation, abuse of power, fem! reader

If jing yuan has tentacles

CW: yandere, non-con, tentacles, (implied) mental manipulation, mating press, female reader

jing yuan found your reincarnation

CW: yandere, angst, non-con, kidnapping, overstimulation, (mentioned) death in the past

jing yuan's size kink + short fem reader

CW: yandere, non-con/dub-con, forced oral sex, size kink, reader is clearly described as being much shorter than Jing Yuan. no other specific description of the reader's body shape.

actual record of dating General Jing Yuan

cw: yandere, non-con, forced overstimulation, harassment, breaking into your home

does jing yuan like small breast darling?

CW: yandere, non-con, abuse of trust, nipple stimulation, overstimulation, mentions and some descriptions about lactation

The officials arranged for you to be fucked by your husband jing yuan to avoid him getting a mara struck

CW: yandere, dub-con, breeding, pregnancy, humiliation

Jing Yuan is obsessed with your nipples

CW: yandere, dub-con, molestation, lactation kink, titjob

Jing Yuan, Dan Feng and Yingxing helping their innocent Darling with "Stamina and Flexibility" training

CW: yandere, abuse of trust, overstimulation, sex machine

jing yuan hypnotized assistant!darling into believing that she should always go to work without panties

CW: yandere, dub-con/non-con, hypnosis, forced pregnancy

jing yuan takes revenge on his childhood friend who has been teasing him

CW: yandere, non-con, kidnapping, threaten

you, who pretended to be experienced in sex, were non-con by a jealous Jing Yuan, and he found out that you were a virgin

CW: yandere, non-con, forced breeding, humiliation, thoughts about virginity

series (game):

jing yuan customizes your game avatar and does lewd things without your consent

CW: yandere, non-con (in game), harassment, customizing your avatar without your consent and doing lewd things, forced marriage

game company releases new DLCs

CW: yandere, non-con (in game), harassment, customizing your avatar without your consent and doing lewd things, forced marriage

series (wingweaver! reader):

part 1

CW: yandere, non-con, manipulation, humiliation, forced pet play

part 2

CW: yandere, dub-con, bird's estrus, breeding

series (hologram):

jing yuan's hologram

CW: yandere, non-con, electrical stimulation

what if we had holograms?

CW: yandere, hologram, forced to watch masturbating

breaks into your house and fucks you while you sleep

CW: yandere, non-con, breaking into houses

Jing Yuan challenging darling to a match of starchess for her freedom

CW: yandere, non-con, kidnapping, manipulation

series (catgirl hyrid reader):

jing yuan with a catgirl hybrid reader

CW: yandere, catgirl hybrid, kidnapping

daily life of jing yuan's kitty

CW: yandere, catgirl hybrid, kidnapping, humiliation

series (concubine):

political opponent! reader relegated into jing yuan's concubine

CW: yandere, dub-con, humiliation, sexism

jing yuan invite many people to your ceremony

CW: yandere, humiliation, sexism

series (partner matching services):

blade remembered that he had a destined partner, but now Jing Yuan is with you

CW: hsr leaks, dub-con, yandere

cloud knight! darling gets jing yuan and blade as partners

CW: yandere, forced marriage, kind of dystopian

series (harassment):

jing yuan keeps spamming you and calling you

CW: yandere, harassment, masturbation, (implied) stalking

jing yuan visits your home

CW: yandere, non-con, harassment, looks like delusional but he's not delusional, somehow super lucid

jing yuan tricks you into answering the phone

CW: yandere, harassment, masturbation, (implied) non-con, breaking into a home, hacking

if the reader likes to tease him back

CW: yandere, (implied) dub-con

how would jing yuan react if you secretly dated someone(jealous jing yuan!!)

CW: yandere, dub-con, surveillance, taking photos without permission

how would jing yuan react if you got sick

CW: yandere, non-con, harassment

What if the reader has social anxiety

CW: yandere, breaking into your home

reader was trapped on the day you were kidnapped by the general

CW: yandere, kidnapping, non-con, breaking into your home

Blade / Yingxing

Space Pet Home Company

Summary: You have been kidnapped and sold as a pet. Blade wants a pet.

CW: kidnapping, non-con, dehumanization, body modification (just nipples), lactation, humiliation, yandere

blade threatened and non con you on the train

CW: yandere, non-con, threaten

blade and dan heng steal darling from each other and take pictures/recording

CW: non-con, yandere, taking photos/recordings without permission

kafka+blade with a bimbo!reader

CW: dub-con, yandere, bimbo! reader

price of betrayal (jing yuan+blade+dan heng gangbang u…)

CW: hsr leaks,non-con, yandere, gang bang, forced oral sex, kidnapping

after running away from jing yuan, caught by blade and returned

CW: afab reader, yandere, non-con, kidnapping, failed escape, spanking without consent, edging, humiliation

what if we're one of the people who will pay the price

CW: non-con, recording without consent, others are watching, revenge, yandere, afab reader

you escape from hsr men and got caught

CW: yandere, failed escape, non-con

quietly create a pair of "couple swords"

dan heng and blade bet who can make you cum faster and harder

CW: yandere, non-con, forced overstimulation

Yingxing wanting a sweet little spouse and keeping them in the house

CW: yandere, kidnapping, stockholm syndrome (a bit), dub-con (implied but not described)

Jing Yuan, Dan Feng and Yingxing helping their innocent Darling with "Stamina and Flexibility" training

CW: yandere, abuse of trust, overstimulation, sex machine

series (partner matching services):

blade remembered that he had a destined partner, but now Jing Yuan is with you

CW: hsr leaks, dub-con, yandere

cloud knight! darling gets jing yuan and blade as partners

CW: yandere, forced marriage, kind of dystopian

Dan Heng / Dan Feng

dan heng's reaction to darling being stolen by blade

CW: hsr leaks, yandere, dub-con, non-con in the past

blade and dan heng steal darling from each other and take pictures/recording

CW: non-con, yandere, taking photos/recordings without permission

dan heng gently non con blade's darling

CW: hsr leaks, yandere, non-con

if you ask to try dan heng's dragon tail

CW: hsr leaks, dub-con

dan heng misses you

CW: yandere

price of betrayal (jing yuan+blade+dan heng gangbang u…)

CW: hsr leaks,non-con, yandere, gang bang, forced oral sex, kidnapping

find you after every reincarnation

CW: hsr spoiler, yandere, forced transformation into immortality, (implied) forced relationship

you escape from hsr men and got caught

CW: yandere, failed escape, non-con

the matching service report shows that you are suitable for giving birth to dragon cubs

CW: yandere, non-con, forced breeding, knotting, (mentioned) pregnancy

dan feng / dan heng's attitude towards your clothes

CW: hsr spoilers (dan heng companion mission), yandere, kidnapping, conservative attitude (maybe seems a bit sexist), (implied but not described) non-con

dan heng punishes you with lotus

CW: forced orgasm

hands being tied up and forced to ride imbibitor lunae

CW: non-con, yandere

yandere dan feng x dragon reader

CW: yandere, non-con, forced breeding, spawn but not described in detail

tease dan heng until he snaps

CW: keep teasing your dragon boyfriend for a week, dub-con, (mentioned) spawning

dan heng and blade bet who can make you cum faster and harder

CW: yandere, non-con, forced overstimulation

Jing Yuan, Dan Feng and Yingxing helping their innocent Darling with "Stamina and Flexibility" training

CW: yandere, abuse of trust, overstimulation, sex machine

You were drunk and Dan Heng eventually lost control…

CW: yandere, non-con, somnophilia, mentioned the possibility of non-con

series (ceremony):

Luofu High Elder invites you to participate in the ceremony

CW: hsr leaks, non-con, forced breeding, dragon egg, mentioned spawning

his attitude towards dragon eggs

CW: hsr leaks, yandere, spawning, edging, forced breeding

forced to stay here to take care of the dragon eggs

CW: yandere, (implied) forced breeding in the past, breastfeeding

[m-ilkiee]

Monsters: Manjiro "Mikey" Sano x Reader x Izana Kurokawa

“He ate my heart”

Pairings: Manjiro ‘Mikey’ Sano x female reader, Izana Kurokawa x female reader

Series summary: Your grievous sin was Emma standing up for you to her brothers. And now you’re going to pay the heavy price for destroying their perfect family dynamic.

Content warning generally: DARK CONTENT, Tokyo revengers AU, female reader, virgin reader, heavy smut, polyamory, Dark Impulse Mikey, Manipulative Izana, inaccurate/inconsistent university terminology, heavy angst with little comfort, betrayal, misogyny and sexism, emotional, physical and mental abuse, mental break, manipulation, gaslighting, sexual harrassment, dubious consent, noncon, drug, alcohol and substance misuse/abuse, extreme violence, use of weapons, Torture, criminal activities, PTSD, paranoia, emotional incest, power imbalance, character death(s) (not reader), anal penetration, mention of self-harm, religious guilt and trauma, religious themes, Vouyeurism, gangbang, masochism, sadism, hard kinks, strangulation (non sexual), psychological horror (more warnings to be added soon)

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Chapter 1: Warning Signals

chapter summary: Being friends with Emma Sano is nice, until you get on the wrong side of the Sano brothers.

cw: DARK CONTENT, NSFW, misogyny, alcohol/drug use, brief mention of violence, religious and purity culture themes, classism, slutshaming, p*rn mention, sexual assault, noncon, public initimacy, fingering (fem recieving), dacryphilia, gaslighting, manipulation, mention of vomitting, victim blaming.

wc: 10.1k

Chapter 2: Shots Fired

chapter summary: Izana Kurokawa demands your attention and he doesn’t take no for an answer. Not even when his demands are outrageous.

cw: DARK CONTENT, MISOGYNY, NSFW, r*pe mention, religious guilt, depictions of PTSD and CPTSD, emotional incest, abandoment issues, violence, revenge porn, depression, filming without consent, drugging, implied domestic abuse, victim blaming, blackmailing, manipulation, gaslighting, mind break, psychological torture, use of firearms

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Chapter 3: The Lesser of Two Devils

chapter summary: Emma has a suspicion that both her brothers are into you when you all go shopping. She couldn’t be farther from the truth.

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Chapter 4: The Calm

chapter summary: After your college professor tries to harass you for grades, you turn to the oldest Sano for help. But nothing comes for free, not even for Emma’s sweet friend.

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Chapter 5: Act on Dark Impulses

chapter summary: You knew better than to trust Mikey and Izana. Yet you fall for their plan hook, line and sinker and live through the worst night of your life.

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Chapter 6: The Closest you’ll ever get to being in Love

chapter summary: Things get sicker and twisted with the two brothers and Emma is none the wiser.

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Chapter 7: Trials and Tribulations

chapter summary: You learn the hard way what happens when you refuse to be their stress relief because of your important exams.

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Chapter 8: Divine Intervention

chapter summary: You are called home to bury your mother and learn that nothing has changed since you left.

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Chapter 9: Lead me not into Temptation

chapter summary: Emma notices that something isn’t right with you when you come visit her in the Sano residence.

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Chapter 10: Deliver Me from All Evil

chapter summary: You’ve finally broken the cycle, but at what cost?

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authors notes: updates are irregular, depending on when i have time. some chapters have been re-written to fit the original storyline. don't pressure me to update and please don't be rude to me. I do not condone any negative actions done on this fic. comments, reblogs and asks are very much appreciated. if you are a minor, please refrain from interracting with this series.

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[hanmaitani]

Now in Session... 4/15

pg. 1006 ಇ‿︵༘ Goldilocks ft Chifuyu Matsuno ᯓ cw: dubcon

pg. 1014 ಇ‿︵༘ The Huntsman ft Fushiguro Megumi ᯓ cw: stepcest, dubcon, cheating

pg. 1018 ಇ‿︵༘ The Little Mermaid ft Bachira Meguru ᯓ cw: monsterfucking, kidnapping, dubcon

pg. 1103ಇ‿︵༘ Rumplestiltskin ft Ryomen Sukuna ᯓ cw: monsterfucking, dubcon, forced breeding

pg. 1104 ಇ‿︵༘ Shoes That Were Danced to Pieces ft Prince!Jean + Soldier!Eren ᯓ cw: bondage, noncon

pg. 1106 ಇ‿︵༘ Lady and the Tramp ft Bokuto Kotaro ᯓ cw: hybrids, noncon, breeding

pg. 1108 ಇ‿︵༘ Little Brother and Little Sister ft Mitsuya Takashi ᯓ cw: stepcest, dubcon

pg. 1112 ಇ‿︵༘ The Princess and The Pea ft Togame Jou ᯓ cw: intoxication dubcon, size kink

pg. 1114 ಇ‿︵༘ Beauty and the Beast ft Suo Hayato ᯓ cw: cheating, dacryphilia, dubcon

pg. 1118 ಇ‿︵༘ The Devil and His Grandmotherfather ft Serial Killer! Ukai Keishin + Ukai Ikkei ᯓ cw: kidnapping, noncon

pg. 1120 ಇ‿︵༘ The Two Kings' Children ft Prince! Umemiya Hajime ᯓ cw: babytrapping, dubcon

pg. 1122 ಇ‿︵༘ Cinderella ft Hanma Shuji ᯓ cw: stalking, dub/noncon

pg. 1126 ಇ‿︵༘ Rapunzel ft Haitani Ran ᯓ cw: kidnapping, dubcon

pg. 1128 ಇ‿︵༘ Little Red Riding Hood ft Endo Yamato ᯓ cw: cnc, implied noncon at end

pg. 1130 ಇ‿︵༘ Sleeping Beauty ft The Bofurin Boys ᯓ cw: drugging, noncon, gangbang

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[asceluffy]

The football team and the cheerleading captain

cw: implied gangbang and blowjobs (?)

Picture Gojo, Geto, Toji, Nanami and Choso in a football team with you as the cheerleading captain.

They had just lost a match, and the groans that rumbled their throats along with the knitted brows plastered on their faces had you pressing your thighs together because you knew what would happen next.

You found yourself kneeling on the floor of the locker room not long after, sticking your pretty little tongue out while these men surround you, pumping their raging cocks as they look down at you with a glint in their eye that you knew all too well.

It is gonna be a long night.

(note: that’s as far as I can go, if anyone would like to write a full blown smut about this, I’d love to read it!)

[merakiui]

Tw: slut shaming, incel!Idia, him being gross, noncon, size kink kinda, afab but crossdressing, etc

Imagine just bullying Idia daily when you game with him, calling his penis small repeatedly, this man had enough of your daily shenanigans, but the more he sees you the more he notices just how small you are compared to him to be just a normal male.

Your body is just so..... Feminine. Your frame is small but your thighs thick? Now he just has to test for himself, he bets that you were a slut who only likes getting gangbanged by the Savanaclaw students.

Come on? A girl crossdressing in an all boys school? We all know this troupe. He bets you are all loose from all the fucking you did,( little did he know you were a virgin all along, what non virgin would hang out with him daily anyway?)

He decided to take action against your mockery and pins you on the floor while you were distracted with your game,

"Hey prefect, tell me, why would a man wear more clothes around their chest?"

"W-what?! Get off me you tiny penis bitch, even squidward's nose is bigger-"

Idia wasted no time to strip you off your clothing, he was right after all, you were a girl, all girls are the same after all, it's their fault that no one wants to fuck him, you are just yet another loose slut.

He zip ties your hands then begins licking your cunt, this taste is quite addictive, but why isn't it all wet an soppy like in hentai? He attempts to shove a finger in but his single finger is getting clamped like crazy, no way..... You were a virgin? But no aren't you a slut?

He continues to lick your clit while his large hands keep your legs open, he stares at you, you really are a girl huh? How did he never catch that? As he did what hentai taught him you slowly gushed on his face, no longer fighting back from being all brain mushy.

He almost cummed in his pants but it's okay, you were meant to be bred anyway like the bitch you are. As he inserted his long dick you started to cry.

"Its too big, it won't fit. Can we stop this already?"

"Where did this your snarky bitchy attitude go? What happened with calling me tiny? No no, you're staying right here, this is all your fault. You finish what you started."

When he filled you to the brim, he can notice the massive bulge of himself inside of you, tiny you say? You were regretting your words right there, you started to scream and squirm as he thrusted.

It burns, it stings, it hurts, its feels good...wait what? You began slurring your words, you went from screaming no to screaming more. He finished inside of you.

White was oozing out, he took pics for later purposes. From that incident onwards Idia started to take action against you. You were converting from a brat to a cutie pliant kitten.

You do what he asks you to, like wearing a collar with his name on it, and wearing the skirts with tights you oh so despise. Every time you wanted to act out, he always threatened to share pictures of you and hack into the whole campus's phone just to spread it, maybe next time you should have watched your words.

UUUWUAAAAA IZUNA, THIS IS DELICIOUS OTL OTL OTL OTL

(cw: yandere, nsfw, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, implied captivity, non-con, pregnancy mentions, incel idia, misogyny)

And he’ll make you sit on his lap and cockwarm him while he’s gaming. Maybe he’ll make you wear a ball gag so you won’t be too noisy when he’s on vc. If you’re good and you don’t cum, he might let you take off that cute, revealing outfit you can’t stand. Maybe he’ll let you wear his hoodie. It’ll be so oversized on you. He might just fuck you in it. :) he probably uses you as a reference for when he’s sketching. He’ll stuff you full of all kinds of sex toys just so he can improve his anatomy or certain poses. Or he’ll want to recreate scenes from his favorite hentai.

And if you can just stop complaining and take his cock like the good kitten you are, he’ll bring you birth control, all that stuff girls need for their monthly periods, and anything else you might want. But that’s only if you’re obedient. He’ll dangle all of these good things in front of you because with the click of a button he can have them ordered to his dorm, but he can take them away just as fast. All it takes is one bratty comment from you and he might not let you take any birth control. He never bothers to wear condoms either because doing it raw is so much better. Idia has plenty of money and resources to care for a child (not that he’s truly ready for parenthood, but you’d look cute with a round belly and he’s always wanted to try pregnancy sex…), and if it’s you he wouldn’t mind it. But maybe that’s just his dick talking. Logical Idia says there’s no way he’d be able to take on that sort of challenge, but Idia when he’s buried to the hilt inside of you and you’re digging your nails into his shoulders thinks there would be nothing better than knocking you up and waiting for your belly to swell and your tits to grow a size or two and begin leaking. :)

That’s really all you’re good for, isn’t it? You should’ve known what you were getting into when you found yourself stuck at an all-boys academy. That’s basically a hentai waiting to happen. You’re basically signing yourself up to be a communal cumdump. Idia feels lucky he got to you before anyone else did. There are so many eligible bachelors here… there’s no way he can compete with them, but now he has you and he doesn’t have to compete. You may be a little brat when you aren’t stuffed full of cock, but at least he sees the real you when you’re under him, completely at his mercy and always melting at the slightest touch. He’ll condition his kitten well until you know exactly what to say and do when he expects it.

[minniesmutt]

☾ ━━━━━━ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐈𝐍

𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐟𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐦𝐢𝐧 ↩︎ ⇥ CONTENT: FEM! READER, CASUAL DRINKING (nothing heavy; don't drink and do it), TEASING, BITING, KISSING, ORAL (F+M REC), BREATH PLAY (choking), FINGERING, SLIGHT EXHIBITIONISM, MEAN DOM!SEUNGMIN, SUB!READER, DOM!CHANGBIN, THREESOME, PET NAMES (pup and baby), DIRTY TALK, UNPROTECTED SEX (wrap it before you tap it), ROUGH SEX, PORN W/ (kinda) PLT, SPIT ROAST, CUM SHOT (1), ALLUDE TO AFTERCARE ⇥ WC: 2.8K

𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 ↩︎ ⇥ CONTENT: SHORT BLURB, HICKEYS, SMOCHING, SUGGESTIVE(?) ⇥WC: 0.2K

𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐨 ↩︎ ⇥ CONTENT: public sex (kinda), oral (f. receiving), hair pulling, fem!reader, praise/degrading, no clear dom/sub dynamic, size kink if you squint, pet names (dirty girl, pretty boy, baby, doll), implied that changbin as a fat cock, fingering, multiple rounds, food mentions, wall sex, unprotected sex, cursing ⇥ WC: 2.2K

𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐭 𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐧 ↩︎ ⇥CONTENT: BLURB, BRAT TAMING, SPANKING, PLEASURE DOM BINNIE & HYUNE ⇥ WC: 0.2K

𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧 & 𝐡𝐚𝐧 ↩︎ ⇥CW: POLY!RELATIONSHIP, FOURSOME, FEM!READER, FOOD, PRINCESS TREATMENT, ORAL (F. REC), FINGERING, MARKING, UNPROTECTED SEX, MULTIPLE POSITIONS, CHANGBIN CARRIES READER WHILST FUCKING HER, PRAISE, DIRTY TALK, JEALOUSY, CLOTHED SEX, CREAMPIES, BITING, AFTERCARE ⇥WC: 3.1K

𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 ↩︎ ⇥ CONTENT: LINGERIE, GANGBANG IMPLIED, PARTNER SHARING, SENSORYPLAY, BLINDFOLDS, ROLEPLAY ⇥ WC: 0.4K

𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ↩︎ ⇥ CONTENT: SUGGESTIVE, FOOD MENTION, IMPLIED SEX, SMAU ⇥ SS: 2

𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 ↩︎ ⇥ CONTENT: TATTOO ARTIST AU!, NON IDOL AU!, FLUFF, ANGST, SMUT 18+ MINORS AND AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DNI, YOU'LL BE BLOCKED ⇥ WC: 5.6K

𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬: 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝 ⇥ CONTENT: INCUBUS!CHANGBIN, HUMAN!READER, ORAL (F. REC), SIZE KINK, VIRGINITY LOSS (READERS FIRST TIME), SPIT KINK, MARKING, THGIH GRINDING, PRAISE, APHRODISIAC, HAIR PULLING, BREEDING, BIG COCK BINNIE, FINGERING, UNPROTECTED SEX, ROUGH SEX, MULTIPLE ORGASMS, CREAM PIE, CUM SHOT, IMPLIED MORE ROUNDS ⇥ WC: 2.1K

𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬: 𝟏𝟐 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 ↩︎ ⇥ CONTENT: SUB!CHANGBIN, DOM!READER, PRAISE, LEASH + COLLAR, LINGERIE, BINNIE LEARNING TO MULTI-TASK, ORAL (F. REC), FINGERING, MOMMY KINK, PET NAMES (BABY, BABE, BABY BOY, BUNNY, BUN) BEGGING, UNPROTECTED SEX, CREAM PIE ⇥ WC: 2.2K

𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧: 𝟏𝟐 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 ↩︎ ⇥ CONTENT: DOM!CHAN, DOM!CHANGBIN, SUB!READER, FREE USE, POLY RELATIONSHIP, MASTURBATION, FINGERING, UNPROTECTED SEX, CREAM PIES, DEGRADING, MANHANDLING, FILMING, CHOKING, DP, FINGER SUCKING, PET NAMES (BABY, DOLL, PRINCESS,), ALLUDES TO AFTERCARE ⇥ WC: 2K

𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝: 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 ⇥ CONTENT: CNC, ROLEPLAY (INTRUDER & VICITM), STRENGTH KINK, ORAL (M. REC), FINGERING, BREATH PLAY, "NO" IS SAID BUT NOT A SAFEWORD, DACRYPHILIA, UPROTECTED SEX, RECORDING/PHOTOS, SIZE KINK, STRENGTH KINK, SCRATCHING, ALLUDES TO AFTER CARE, CREAMPIE ⇥ WC: 1.5K

𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐖𝐎

[sugoi-and-spice]

DnD Commission for a really awesome Anon! Thank you so much for the awesome idea and your OC, and for letting me just have fun with it!

Fandom: DnD

Pairing: OC x Dragonborn, Humans, & Elf

Rating: Explicit - Minors DNI

CW: Scalie (Dragonborn), Monsterfucking (Succubus), Rough Sex, Gangbang, Self-Destructive Behavior, Cuckholding, PnV Intercoure, Spanking, Biting, Oral, Anal (implied), kind of Racism? Well, species-ism.

Love was war. One even more evil and malicious than the one Faust had grown up in. And that was saying something, considering how brutal and long the war between the Kingdom of Mortals and the Kingdom of Demons truly was. Even by demon standards.

Nobody knew how it started. There were legends on both sides about who fired the first shot, most exclusively blaming the other. Both had details that seemed equal parts plausible and equal parts ridiculous. The one thing that was confirmed true, is that it had been going on longer than whole generations had been alive. Including hers. An entire era of hatred and violence unfathomable to history before. Which made Faust’s very existence as a half-demon all the more implausible.

Her mother never explained to her how it happened, and she wasn’t around long enough for Faust to ever badger her properly. It wasn’t like it really mattered anyway. How it happened, whether it be an act of love or war, ultimately had no bearing on what her life would be.

She’d never really belonged in demon society. Well, to be honest, she’d never really belonged anywhere. But she stuck out especially in the world of fangs and wings and violence. She didn’t swallow souls, nor did she partake in the feast of flesh. She had her powers, weaker than most, but they didn’t seem to be for anything. After all, what was the point of being able to seduce prey if she herself didn’t predate.

If it was up to the majority, she knew that the demons would’ve killed her the day she took her first breath. Half-breeds were weak, and weakness had no place on the demon-side of war. 

Maybe that’s why she ended up joining the mortals’ side in the end. To mortals she was strong, impressive even. She liked to think at the surface level that none of that mattered though. That she joined the Kingdom’s side because she cared about life and that deep down she was a good person. But she knew that wasn’t true. Good people didn’t kill just to fit in, they didn’t revel and bliss in their own powers of seduction. They didn’t yearn for a mistake in the battlefield so that her Commander would set her loose to bask in blood. Good people didn’t play with peoples’ lives, as much off the battlefield as on.

Good people were people. And she was not people.

No, in truth she just wanted a place to belong. To be accepted and maybe even, she thought in her young naivete, to be loved. She should’ve known how foolish that idea had been from the start.

In what world would she, a creature of violet skin and twisting horns, belong in a kingdom dominated by warm-toned humans? What mortal could accept, let alone love the very face of the enemy they were trying to protect their homes from? Who could love a monster?

Things did get a little easier when she joined the mortal kingdom’s side. In theory. Thanks to the King’s Pendant she was given, she was identified by anyone that saw her as a non-enemy. Spontaneous attacks and attempts at her life as she knew with the demons, mellowed to hushed whispers and fearful glances.

A lot of people thought that it neutralized her powers altogether, acted as a leash and collar that her party-members could hold and yield to their wishes. And in a way they weren’t wrong. 

Did the pendant do anything to literally stifle her powers? Not in the slightest. But she took great care in not using them outside of battle, at blending in with the crowd as best as she could. By getting her lays entirely on her turn of phrase and tongue and skill alone.

Whether they realized it or not.

Many liked the idea of bedding a “tamed” succubus like her. It was like BDSM, being able to explore their deepest darkest fantasies in a safe environment, but further than that. In an environment that was considered socially acceptable. Forward-thinking even!

When really, they were just human pigs that wanted a taste of the rumors they’d all shared around the campfire as boys at one time or another. The story about how succubi are the greatest lays in existence. 

And in this way, they’d be able to experience that legendary lay, and keep their immortal soul. Win-win-win, right?

Yeah. She supposed so.

After all, she did like the attention. She’d been starved for it for so long. For any attention. She’d always straddled a line that resulted in unending loneliness and rejection from all around her. Too human to be succubus, too succubus to be human. So many times, she’d wanted to be looked at with longing, genuine longing and compassion, not just violent lust. With positive intrigue, rather than confused disgust, a question of just what the hell she was doing there. A wishing she’d ceased to exist. And if meaningless sex was the closest she’d get to that peace, then she’d take it.

Yes, love was a horrible, terrible war. And that’s why she avoided it at all costs.

Faust was fucking exhausted. 

It had been a long, long campaign on the eastern front. Her party had been pinned down for days straight until, due to the sacrifice of many, she managed to infiltrate the enemy Fiend Lord’s castle and seduce him into surrender. She’d fought and suffered just as much as her mortal party members, took even more overnight watch shifts too since she didn’t need as much sleep as the rest, and was as far on the front lines as one could possibly get. (She was the sole invader into the castle afterall). But of course, she received none of the glory, and all of the blame for her fallen comrades (who, from all of the insults they threw at her during the campaign, it was only through gritted teeth she called them comrades). 

After all that, it was understandable why her body begged for the comfort of her bed. Her mind however had other ideas. Running rapidly through the horrors of the day, unable to process the horrible names and treatment she’d experienced on the front, she knew that any sleep she tried to chase would be evasive. She needed to make her mind blank, needed to be needed in one way or another. 

She needed a drink.

Of course, that was easier said than done for a creature of her attributes. It was feat in and of itself for her to first off find a tavern in town that’d actually serve her, let alone serve her well. 

So that’s how she ended up seated at one of the seediest inns at the end of town, surprisingly rowdy with off-duty soldiers and farmers alike, looking to pick up a girl or two (or three or four — that’s how cheap they were here), but woefully alone with no drink in her hand and no barmaid’s attention even after half an hour. 

She expected as much of course, was used to having to fill her stomach with nothing but side glances and patronizing stares for a good while anytime she went out. So she found that it was these times that were as good as any to scope out for her companion(s) for the night.

To begin the hunt for her prey.

There were plenty of options tonight, a smorgasbord of men of which she knew would make fine, flattering company. Some tall, some short, many handsome, many more ugly. All of them eventually meeting her eye with either obvious disgust or ashamed lust. 

All of them, except him. 

Despite how crowded the tavern was, he was looking at her like she was the only one in the room.

He was a beautiful thing, truly. A dragonborn with scales that were more pearlike than white in their effervescence. They seemed to shine different brilliant jewel tones depending on the light in a way that she found intriguing hypnotic.

The dragonborn noticed her looking and quickly snapped back to the bar, sweet little lavender creeping up the back of his neck in a way she couldn’t deny was adorable. So he was a shy one, huh? That’s not what she would’ve expected from a creature like him, and especially not what she would’ve expected from a member of the King’s Royal Guard. Normally these men in golden armor were filled to the brim with confidence and bravado, that’s what wafted through the rest of the room after all. Then again, it wasn’t often one saw a dragonborn in the King’s Guard at all.

Members of the Guard were the most regaled and sought after positions in the King’s Army, and yet the ones with the absolute least work to show for it. As the King’s personal guard and right hand men, they never saw battle, but often acted as if they were on the front lines. She’d had some fun toying around with them before. They were so proud, so cocky, so above it all. Above her. 

“I’ve never done this with someone like you,” they always said, in a tone that dripped with an unsaid “you should be grateful” attitude. 

Fun in the chase, to watch the breakdown of their walls of pride and the blushes that dusted their cheeks as she led them upstairs to her rented room above the tavern. Fun to play with.

Absolutely awful in bed.

This one seemed different though. He wasn’t a captain or a knight, he wasn’t cut with rippling muscles built in the king’s private training grounds or covered in painted on scars. He was downright scrawny actually, clearly uncomfortable in his own scaled skin. It was quite the sight to see, especially for a dragonborn.

She didn’t usually go for types like him, or more accurately, for types like her. For the dragonborns and the tieflings and the other succubi that managed to sneak their way into the Kingdom’s “good” graces. No, she found her tastes firmly in those of humans, elves, and such. Was it prejudice? Maybe. She’d hate to admit it if it was. But it’s not like she wasn’t attracted to them. No, quite the contrary. It’s just that she typically went for the unobtainables, the ones who looked down on her and upon her with fear. 

The ones who’d never threaten her with something real. 

And yet, there was something about him, something she couldn’t describe, something she couldn’t resist. Something that had her walking up to the bar just to be near him before she could talk herself out of it.

He looked away quickly when he realized she was coming over, pretending that he hadn’t noticed her, hoping that she’d just think that he was zoning out. But the lavender blush across the pearly scales of his cheeks betrayed him.

It was pretty cute.

The bartender was facing her, staring right at her in fact when she approached the bar. But the second she tried to speak he turned his back to her. A few more times she tried to wave him down, but he was clearly determined to serve every other patron twice before he even bothered to look her way. 

She was used to this treatment of course, but it didn’t make it any less frustrating. It had her forgetting why she’d come over here in the first place.

A throat cleared next to her. She turned towards it, towards the dragonborn. Oh right, that’s why. Wait… But why was that why?

“What um… What do you want?”

His voice was soft, gentle. It didn’t fit the heavy knight’s armor he and sharp dragon spines that he wore. Nor did the beautiful kindness in his eyes, the genuine desire to help. It was clear that, despite how long he’d been staring at her, he wasn’t asking out of any agenda or scheme to get her into bed. It was just because he wanted to help.

Maybe it was because he empathized with her. Or maybe it was because he genuinely was that nice.

She was bitterly sure that it was the latter.

“Just a wine,” she answered, “Red.”

The dragonborn nodded and politely raised his hand, cheating his body a bit to make his Kingsguard emblem clear and command whatever authority it was worth.

Which was apparently a lot, even for a dragonborn, considering how quickly the bartender attended to him.

She reached into her satchel to pull out some coins to pay the soldier.

“N-No, please. Don’t worry about it.” he insisted, catching onto her actions.

“Are you sure?”

He nodded, “I-It’s um… Tonight’s on my commanding officer for us all. So it wouldn’t be right for me to take your money. Not when I’m getting it all for free, y’know?”

She cocked a brow.

“But it’s alright for you to buy me a drink on your commanding officer’s coin?”

His eyes widened slightly, a slight panic raising through his scales. Clearly he hadn’t thought that one through.

Okay, now that was really cute.

She laughed, patting him on the arm, “Hey, hey — I won’t tell if you won’t, alright?”

He smiled, an adorable crooked little thing, “Th-Thanks.”

The Barkeep finally came around, setting the goblet of wine in front of the dragonborn, of which he promptly, but gently slid across the bar to her. She gave him a nod of thanks and took a drink.

“So,” she smiled at him, the wine warming her chest and her confidence delightfully, “What’s the occasion for your commanding officer to take you all out?”

He looked back at her, genuinely surprised that she was still talking to him.

“O-Oh, well we had a big victory on the Eastern Front today,” he answered, twiddling his claws nervously, “Did… Did you hear about it?”

She could’ve scoffed. Of course she’d heard of it. She’d been in it. She wondered how he and his company had heard about it honestly, considering how deep within the king’s castle walls he was undoubtedly stationed.

“Oh yeah… I guess I did hear about that,” she raised her glass to him, “In the King’s honor.”

He looked down at the bar awkwardly.

“You, uh… You don’t need to toast me. It’s not like I actually did anything,” he shook his head with a chuckle, “I’m just a King’s Guard after all.”

Just a King’s Guard. That wasn’t something she heard often. Typically the King’s Guard were happy to boast about such rank, and to take credit for victories of the front line. (Although they’d just as quickly shove away any responsibilities for failure). They were coveted positions after all. All the honor and glory of a soldier with hardly any of the risk. She wondered what had occurred in this dragonborn’s life to get such a position and yet to be so bitter about it. One — especially one that looked like him — didn’t just stumble into the King’s Guard after all.

He was interesting. Very interesting.

“And yet you celebrate.”

“And yet I celebrate.” he confirmed, taking a drink of his ale.

This was getting bad. She wanted to know more about him. To find the secrets of the sorrow in his voice, the truth behind his sad, gentle eyes. To connect with him. And that simply would not do.

Luckily, she was just as soon saved from the pit of her vulnerability by the boy’s Commanding Officer. A cocky, drunken idiot, from the way he sauntered over to them.

Good. Just what she needed.

“Maugor!” he bellowed, throwing an arm around the Dragonborn’s shoulders, “Just what are you doing hiding over here at the bar.”

He raked his eyes, leeringly, up and down her every curve.

“...And keeping a fine beauty like this all to yourself?”

She turned to him, a sensuous, rehearsed smile across her face. She extended her hand so that the Commanding Officer could take it into his own.

“And who might you be, Darling?”

“Faust.” she purred.

“Faust,” he repeated, just as sultry, placing a kiss on her knuckles, “I’m Captain Melphi.”

“Charmed.”

“I’m sure,” he grinned, “Now what’s a dangerous little thing like you, doing in a fine, upstanding establishment like this?”

“Sir,” the dragonborn, Maugor, hissed, clearly offended on her behalf.

But they both ignored him. Or she pretended to at least. She couldn’t help the way her heart skipped a bit at the backbone he’d instantly grown for her.

“I’m just looking for a good time, Captain.”

He whistled, “Are you now?”

“Yes. Some pure, good old-fashioned fun. Any idea where I can find some?”

“Let me buy you a drink, dear. And I’ll show you.”

She pushed the glass of wine Maugor had bought her out of Captain Melphi’s view, behind her back. Maugor noticed. But she knew she shouldn’t care. Let him notice. Peons like him weren’t why she was here anyway. It was only the Captain Melphi’s of the world that could make her feel truly good, truly safe in herself.

“Lead the way.”

Captain Melphi didn’t ask what she wanted to drink. He just bought several pitchers of ale and brought them, and her, on his arm back to his table with some of his other subordinates. She hated ale to be quite honest. But she took the overgenerous pint he poured her with fake glee. Anything to appeal to him.

He dragged Maugor back to the table with them too.

The long table Melphi had stationed them at was full with many members of he King’s Guard, but the ones that stuck closest to him (aside from her), were a young human named Tophel, and an elf named Les — pronounced “Leese”, he specified. Two humans and a proud, clearly aristocratic elf. She could think of no better companions for the night. Except for maybe—

She shook the thought out of her head, turning to Captain Melphi with intrigue as he made conversation.

“You’re wearing the King’s collar,” he said.

She smiled, stroking the pendant pressing gently into her neck with a coy fondness.

“Aren’t we all?” she asked, flicking her eyes to the Captain’s own medal medals on his lapel. Medals of glory and rank. Medals of the King.

Captain Melphi laughed, a sound both high and haughty.

“Yes, yes,” he answered, reaching forward and running his own thumb against her pendant, “But of course, I was talking about this pretty little piece.”

She let out a little gasp, one that she knew would send shivers of excitement up the Captain’s spine.

“Now how did a beautiful, wicked thing like you, get an honor like this?”

“I just had to be really, really good for the King. Show my tummy as it were.”

“More than that I’m sure,” Les snickered.

Captain Melphi laughed along with him, then walked his fingers across the table towards Faust, “And I bet that was pretty hard for you, you wicked little thing.”

Faust leaned into Captain Melphi’s touch and purred, “You have no idea.”

This was met with whoops and hollers from the two men, the other two sitting curiously silent through all this. The other human, Tophel, was staring enchantedly, unyieldingly at Faust. Maugor was looking at anything but.

She decided to have some more forced fun and play with Tophel.

“Do I have something on my face?” she asked the young human, “You’ve been staring at me like I’ve grown an extra horn or something.”

“Oh, n-no. It’s nothing like that, it’s just,” Tophel took a large gulp suddenly of his ale to give himself some liquid courage, “Well, is it true?”

She tilted her head, playing coy, but genuinely wondering what he was getting at. There were a lot of rumors floating around about not only succubi, but her specifically. She was curious just which this mortal man had heard.

“Is what true?”

“That you can’t use your… powers with that on?” he asked, almost drooling.

“Private,” Captain Melphi faux-snapped, although it was booming enough to strike the young man into attention, “That’s a completely inappropriate thing to ask a lady.”

“S-Sorry Sir!” Tophel yelped with a salute, noticeably only apologizing to his superior. And not to her.

Captain Melphi instead took that honor, running his wide, course thumb over the path from her manicure to her knuckles, “I’m so sorry for the impropriety, my dear.”

“Oh thank you Captain, but I don’t much mind impropriety.”

Captain Melphi smirked, almost growling out in his own excitement, “No, I suppose you wouldn’t, would you?” 

She almost laughed. To think he’d scolded his underling for crudeness. 

The word slut, whore, and all other nasty little variations hung off the end of his words, but he’d save it for now.

Save it for upstairs.

“My powers of manipulation and persuasion, dream-meddling and such — the ones that strip others of choice, and that his Majesty, the King, deemed too dangerous to go unchecked. Those have all been smothered by this,” she exclaimed, gesturing to her collar, “But others, ones that can help in battle. My shapeshifting, my innate understanding of desires, I was allowed to keep.”

Tophel gulped, completely ill-prepared for an explanation like that, particularly one delivered with such unyielding eye contact. 

Captain Melphi, however, expected no less. He raised a mug in cheers, “Well thank God for that.”

Tophel and Les raised their mugs with a “here, here!” Maugor noticeably did nothing, just looked away uncomfortably. She wondered why.

She’d have her chance to dig for the answer soon, as her other three companions got caught up in their own drunken conversation at the moment.

“I’m boring you, aren’t I?” she asked with a fake pout.

Maugor snapped to her, genuinely taken aback by the question.

“What? N-No, you could never, why would you think that?”

“You’ve just seemed a little checked out ever since we sat down here.”

He moved to defend himself, but she was quick to make the kill, whip out the doe eyes and lay on the guilt that would secure him in her clutches.

“Look, I get it,” she sighed through batting eyes, “You’re here to celebrate a great victory for the Kingdom. The last thing you want to do is focus all your night on fraternizing with the enemy. Especially a halfbreed like me.”

It was a dirty little web she was spinning with her words to him, but she’d despise to admit that there was a little bit of truth to him. She liked Maugor. Felt a lot of chemistry with him, a warmth and comfort she hadn’t felt in… Well, she didn’t know if she’d ever felt this from a first meeting. She was intrigued by him, so a deep, deep part of her was devastated to think that maybe he didn’t feel the same way.

Maugor looked down ashamedly, whispering, “It’s not you.”

She smiled sadly, “You don’t have to lie.”

“No really, I’m not!” he insisted urgently, then leaned in, admitting drastically quieter, “It’s them.”

She cocked a brow. This timid little dragonborn had more spine to him than she initially thought.

“Not a fan of your Party, huh?”

“More like they’re not a fan of me,” he muttered then, “Of course, why would they be…”

She shrugged, “Oh I don’t know, it seems like they’re trying to include you.”

“They’re being patronizing,” he insisted, then added, a bit ashamedly, “Just like they’re being to you.”

Faust smiled knowingly, taking a sip of her ale. He was offended on her behalf. She couldn’t remember the last time that had happened. Had it ever actually happened?

“It’s to be expected though, isn’t it?”

“Yeah it’s to be expected… That doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

She hummed a little at this, “Hmmm. You’re a curious one, Maugor.”

He looked back at her, the bitterness in his gaze quickly giving way to curiosity.

“I can’t tell if you’re more offended on your behalf or on mine.”

“Well that should be obvious isn’t it?” he asked, smiling pitifully, “I’m not the one who has to wear a collar.”

“A lot of men like the collar,” she nodded over to his squadmates, “Makes them feel safe.”

“Anyone who doesn’t feel safe around you is a fool.”

“I have powers, you know.”

“Yeah? So does Les. Or any other idiot that stumbles upon an enchanted sword or staff. It’s not the ability that makes someone dangerous. It’s the person. And I know that you’re not a dangerous person.”

She looked away from him, finding it difficult to believe this sort of flattery.

“How do you know? You don’t know a thing about me.”

“You’re right, I don’t,” he hummed, “I just have a feeling.”

“A feeling?” she looked back at him with a deadpan.

“Yeah, a feeling,” he answered, “You feel… good.”

Her eyes widened. Nobody had ever said that to her before.

Lavender shot up Maugor’s face as he realized what he just said, “N-Not that way! I mean, I’m sure you do feel good— n-no! What I mean is— ah, damn…”

Faust couldn’t help but let out a laugh. And one laugh became a string of them. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d laughed, genuinely laughed. Not the fake coy giggles she gave her prey. And she knew that she’d never laughed this hard before. It was a contagious laugh clearly, as once Maugor overcame his initial embarrassment, he joined in too, the two of them reveling in the ridiculousness of all this.

They finally fell out of their laughter just inches away from each other, catching their breath as they looked into each other’s eyes. There was chemistry between them. That was undeniable. She had a feeling that laying with him would be one of the greatest experiences of her life, but not just because of the sparks. 

“Faust?”

She nodded, slowly.

No, there was something more there. 

“I… I um… I’d very much like to kiss you now.”

Her lids grew heavy, her breath hot.

Something she could see herself building a life with.

“Only kiss?” she husked in a tone that had the spines up his back instantly erect.

She found herself leaning in, allowing herself to fall—

“Oh ho ho, what do we have here?” Captain Melphi finally butted back in.

She snapped back to earth, horror sinking into her skin.

Les threw two drunken arms around Maugor and Faust, hugging them both a bit too close for comfort into his alcohol-reeking breath, “I think this might be the beginnings of love!”

No. No, no, no, no, no. That was completely unacceptable. She had to end this now. Cut this sprouting bloom down to the root.

“Say it isn’t so!” Melphi cried in mock-dramatics, then reached forward and grabbed Faust’s chin, “You’re going to make the three of us feel lonely if you just go off with him.”

She hummed in equal mock-contemplation, “Well now we can’t have that, can we?”

Captain Melphi grinned wide and lasciviously.

“Madam!” he bellowed out to the innkeeper, “You have a room available for me and my friends?”

The innkeeper eyed Faust suspiciously, but ultimately nodded and waved over to meet her behind the bar.

Melphi slapped Tophel’s back, sending him to go collect the key as he and Les collected their things and finished their drinks. 

As the boys alternated between drinking and whispering not-so-sweet nothings in her ears, she looked over to Maugor. He looked more than disappointed. He looked completely dejected. He’d certainly be bummed if the night ended like this, her going up to the room with his party members as he sulked soberly back to his home. But it wouldn’t be truly over. They could still run into each other, in the taverns or amongst the guard. They could still have something blossom.

And that just absolutely would not do. She needed to shatter all of those hopes and dreams. Hit where it would hurt the most.

“Got the key!” Tophel cheered as he practically sprinted back to the squad.

“After you then, my dear.” Captain Melphi gestured to Faust, to which she gave a teasing little curtsy that had the boys laughing. (Because what succubus could ever deem to try and be classy).

“Hey, you coming Maugor?” Les called back.

The dragonborn froze in the midst of bussing their goblets and quickly looked away nervously. “N-No, I don’t think so…”

“What?” Melphi demanded, “But she wants you kid. Don’t you, honey?”

Maugor looked at Faust, who nodded “shyly” at him, eyelashes fluttering, “Yes, Captain. I do.”

The dragonborn began to sputter, completely taken aback, “B-But I, I mean I don’t think— I’ve never—”

“Of course you’ve never,” Les snorted, “Nobody’s doubting that. So what better time than now?”

“Yeah Maugor! Come get your cherry popped!” Tophel cheered.

Captain Melphi rolled his eyes, quickly losing his patience with all of this verbal foreplay, “Are you seriously hesitating? When else is someone like you gonna get a chance like this again?”

Maugor looked down ashamed. 

Faust approached him, cupping his chiseled, spiked jaw in her soft as velvet palms.

“Please, I want you to join us,” she purred, Maugor’s eyes widening as she turned his head up to look at her, “I want you.”

Faust gulped.

“O… Okay.”

Tophel was an eager one, unbuckling his belt before the door had even shut behind them. But Melphi was quick to stop him.

“Whaaaaat?” he whined.

“Be patient, private,” he explained, “This beauty here was Maugor’s find originally, he should be the one to have the conquest.

Faust rolled her eyes (out of view) as she shed her cloak onto one of the nearby couches. Well wasn’t he generous? She made her way over to Maugor, who stood awkwardly just next to the main bed, staring at it.

She walked up to him, splaying her hands across his breastplate. Even through all that armor, she could feel him quiver under her touch.

“Hi,” she whispered to him.

Maugor looked at her confused for a moment, but then melted a little, relaxed. Loving the way he was speaking just to her.

“H-Hi,” he breathed back.

She smiled. God he was cute.

“Awww, come on, can’t we at least all have her.” Tophel continued to whine, just within earshot.

“Soon, kid soon.” Melphi patted Tophel’s shoulder.

“Yes,” Les said under his breath, “Let the beasts have their moment.”

Faust tried not to cringe at that. And normally she wouldn’t, normally it would hit her armor and bounce right off. But this time she saw the hurt in Maugor’s face at that statement, and it made her heart ache. He looked like he wanted to turn around and say something. Something he’d probably regret.

So she pulled him down into a kiss before he had the chance.

Kissing a dragonborn was quite the experience. The texture of his lips, which appeared rough and rigid, were actually incredibly smooth and cool to the touch in an absolutely addictive way. His tongue, when she finally was able to pull it out of him, was long and strong, able to reach back to the back of her throat if he wasn’t careful. And she kind of didn’t want him to be careful. 

And yet he was. So, so careful. His hands running up and down her back featherlight across her skin, careful not to scratch or catch in anyway. He never pushed forward or pulled her into him, just followed her lead. Part of it was probably his virginal status. But she was pretty sure that he was also just like this too. As sharp as he was, he’d never let someone get hurt on his point.

Maybe that’s why he became a King’s Guard. Not out of fear of death, but so he wouldn’t hurt anyone.

She pulled away reluctantly, a long trail of spit connecting the two panting lovers. She could kiss him for days she knew, but right now she wanted more.

“Do you want me to undress you?” she purred between labored breaths.

“N-No,” he answered, stepping back hesitantly, “I’ve got it.”

She smiled, smitten with his shyness.

That adoration very quickly turned to desperation however as he shed his uniform. Of course those beautiful, iridescent scales went all the way down his body, but what she wasn’t necessarily expecting was the toned, lean muscle they covered. He’d seemed downright scrawny in all that armor back down at the bar, but here it was clear that even though he may have been the runt of the hatchlings at one time, he was anything but weak now. He’d gone through boot camp just like the rest of them, and came out the otherside a gorgeous specimen.

God, and then there was his cock, she thought greedily as it bounced out from his trousers. Thick and dipping a bit under its own weight. It contrasted the rest of his body deep violet — a color she’d always hated in her own skin, but that she had to admit looked absolutely exquisite on Maugor.

She was on her knees in front of him before he could even turn back to her, capturing him in her mouth before he could get a single word out.

“Ngh—!”

His hands reached down to cup her face, pulling her off of him gently but shakily.

“P-Please, you don’t have to—”

“Do you not want me to?” she asked.

His eyes widened a bit, and then he looked away with a blush.

“I… I never said that.”

She grinned, pressing his cockhead against her lips as she whispered, “Then there’s no problem.”

He cried out, hooked toes audibly curling into the wooden floor as she took him back into her mouth.

The feel of him was even more glorious than the view. Impossibly hot, but smooth as silk. His precum tingled her tongue, and the dribbles of it seemed endless. She could feel her own body getting hotter and hotter with every taste. She realized all too late that it must’ve had an aphrodisiacal quality to it, and just how addictive it felt to be on the other side of a power like that.

Maugor gasped as Faust pulled off of him with a pop. She couldn’t wait anymore. He was making it impossible to wait anymore.

She looked up at him with pure sex in her eyes.

“How do you want me?”

Maugor gulped.

“I… I want to look at you.”

Her smile widened, god he was cute. She could definitely work with that.

She climbed back onto the bed with her legs spread shamelessly. Maugor didn’t dare move, too awestruck by the spectacular view, the heavenly situation he’d somehow found himself in.

Faust chuckled, falling harder and harder for his sweetness by the second, “Well? Do you just want to look at me?”

“Yeah rookie,” Melphi piped in, “Are you just gonna look? Or do you need your Commanding Officer to show you how it’s done?”

Maugor’s eyes widened in horror.

“N-No!” he yelped, then corrected gruffer, “I mean, no.”

He stepped forward, grabbing her legs with fake roughness (in reality he held her quite delicately), and moved them to wrap around his hips. Even his fake-dominance sparked something new in her, and it got her thinking just how much damage he could really do to her if he tried. 

She sighed blissfully as she tightened her legs around him, reveling in the feeling of his smooth, cool scales pressing into her thighs. He didn’t even need to line himself up with her, the hot soak of her womanhood, the bullying weight of his cock, it was like they were made for each other, magnetic. Like two missing puzzle pieces, he instantly started to sink.

Maugor let out a strangled yelp that had their other companions bursting out laughing.

"Attaboy, Maugor! Attaboy!” Captain Melphi cheered out.

“Woooo!” Tophel joined in, as Les applauded politely between them.

But Maugor ignored them, tracing his claws delicately along her jaw. He was too engulfed in the way that she moaned and writhed just on the feeling of him being inside her. Everything about him, the size and stretch, the texture, the heat it was enough to have her almost cumming on the spot.

Almost.

She tightened her legs around his hips, urging him to fuck her.

“W-Wait,” he gasped, “I-I-I don’t think I’m gonna last.”

Faust smirked. God he was so cute.

“I don’t mind, sweetheart.”

“I do,” he whined.

She chuckled, reaching her hand out to rest against his chest. It glowed subtly at where they connected and Maugor’s eyes widened.

“You have nothing to worry about my darling.”

And suddenly he grew even harder inside her.

“I’ll keep you going as long as you want.”

A blissed out growl tore from the back of his throat then, animalistic in it’s gratitude as he dragged himself out of her slowly, then slammed back in definitively.

Faust practically squealed in delight, falling in love with the way his claws dug ever so slightly into the meat of her hip and shoulder. 

“We can switch positions anytime you like,” she gasped out between thrusts.

“N-No, no way! You’re… You’re so beautiful,” he groaned, cupping her entire face in just one of his hands, “So, so beautiful!”

Something struck her oddly at those words, the desperate honesty in them. Something that had her chest aching and eyes prickling. So as Maugor figured out a new, delicious roll of his hips, she threw her head back not just from the pleasure, but to whip those feelings back.

She lost track of how long he fucked her, it could’ve been minutes, could’ve been hours — she wanted to let him go on for days. Particularly when he found a brand new rhythm, his legs spreading wide enough so that his thich hit the mattress with every thrust, that forced her own knees up into his ribs. Grinding and humping into her deeper and harder than before.

“S-So good, amazing! I-I wanna fuck you forever!” he groaned out. 

And she had full intentions of letting Maugor do so, to fuck her until he was in tears begging her to cum. And yet, with the feel of his pelvis grinding into her clit, the powerful thrusts of his strong, beautiful cock unlike any she’d ever had, and the overwhelming feelings he was filling her with, she found herself coming completely (and prematurely) undone.

Her hand fell from Maugor’s chest, twisting tight in the sheets as her orgasm wracked through her, and as a result, her dragonborn companion was not far behind. His cock swelled impossibly harder, hotter as he slammed into her with newfound feverishness, chasing his own orgasm desperately behind her.

“Oh— Oh, god, I— I’m—!”

Maugor dropped his head into her shoulder, instinct completely taking over as he sunk his teeth into the crux of her neck. They went deep, those sharp monstrous teeth of his, but his cock went even deeper, bullying further and further into her until it was kissing her cervix. Then, when she was as tight to him as physically possible, did his body finally allow him to cum.

Instinct. That’s what she knew she should write it off as. Nothing more than an instinctual need to mate. And yet, she found herself getting completely lost in his grip, in the warmth and desire that his tightness promised. It was like he never wanted to let her go, not even for a second. Like he worshiped her. 

Like he was falling in love with her.

The feeling was even harder to deny when he finally pulled away from her, horror filling his expression as he saw the dribble of deep violet blood pooling down into her collarbone.

“O-Oh my—” he panicked, looking around quickly until he could grab a piece of clothing (one of his dressings notably), to clean her off with, “I’m so, so sorry!”

She smiled up at him dazedly, falling deeper and deeper into his cuteness, that sweet lavender blush of his.

“I-I don’t know what came over me! Really, I’m so so so—”

“It’s okay!” she finally spoke, stopping Maugor’s rambling in his tracks. She reached up to him, running her hands along the spines on his jaw affectionately, “I actually really liked it.”

Maugor’s light lavender flush suddenly set ablaze a raging violet close to her own skin. And she couldn’t help but giggle. How such a sweet, adorable thing could have ended up in a haughty, terrible organization like the King’s Guard, she’d never know.

And she really couldn’t wait to find out.

“Oh you did, did you?” Melphi suddenly said, shocking Maugor and Faust both out of their stupor.

They had both forgotten that they weren’t alone.

She snapped back to the Captain, white hot panic flooding her chest. For anyone else, that panic would be at the realization that, after potentially just making a soul connection with Maugor here, she’d now have to deal with the three other King’s Guardsmen, rubbing themselves with and without clothes at the sight.

But she wasn’t anyone else. And fucking more men wasn’t the problem.

What was she doing? Getting emotionally attached to a lay? That’s not what these escapades were for, that’s not what anything she did was for. Following down this path, it’d only get her hurt in the end.

She needed to do what she came here to do, do exactly what she’d always intended with Maugor and end this, end this right fucking now.

“I should’ve known a Succubus Slut like you would like it rough,” he smirked, reaching his large, commanding hand towards her body.

Maugor hunched over her protectively, making her heart ache. Why was he making this so much harder than he needed to?

“I think she’s had enough,” he growled.

Captain Melphi shook his head with a laugh, “Oh virgins. Come now Maugor, that’s enough of that. It’s time to share.”

Maugor crouched tighter over her, appearing totally like a dragonborn worth the name.

“She doesn’t want to!” he snapped.

Melphi just looked between the two, amused.

“Is this the truth dear? You don’t want the rest of us?”

Maugor glared at his commanding officer, “That’s what I said—”

“Of course I do.”

Maugor snapped back to her, shocked.

“Wait… W-What—?”

Captain Melphi smirked, reaching his hand down past Maugor and running his thumb along Faust’s bottom lip.

“That’s what I like to hear.”

The corners of Faust’s lips quirked a little back, before she opened it slightly to allow his thumb access. She wasn’t obscene about it, she just let her mouth go soft around him, her tongue running sweet little swirls around the tip. Regardless, it caused a nearly inhuman growl to leave that human.

“And that’s what I love to see.”

Faust rolled over onto her hands and knees, her mouth latched to Melphi’s thumb the whole time. She barely threw back a teasing glance at Maugor as she climbed out from under him, but that was long enough for her to see the devastated look on his face.

And even more troubling, long enough to make her feel bad about it.

Tophel had practically clamored over his squadmates to get to Faust. And even though Melphi had been the one to pull her away from Maugor, he was a chivalrous enough Captain to hand her over to his subordinate with grace.

The young human soldier was completely obsessed with her tits. Squeezing and rolling them, pinching and biting. They were everything for him. Everything.

“God they’re perfect,” he whined from between them, “So perfect.”

Les and Melphi snickered from the couch across from them. Shaking their heads at the shameless display of their youngest squadmate.

“Yeah, you’ve been in them for like ten minutes!” Melphi called out.

“Aren’t you bored?” Les added.

“Never, oh no no, never!” he cried out before latching himself onto her nipple in a manner that had her struggling not to roll her eyes.

Melphi chuckled, turning to Maugor who sat actively looking away on the couch arm.

“What do you think, son?” he asked, “Think that rack is worth all that hype?”

The dragonborn didn’t say anything. Just took a swig from one of the bottles of wine they’d brought up to the room and stared at the wallpaper.

Melphi waved him off, turning back to the scene in time to see Tophel shoving Faust onto her back so that he could climb onto her chest.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about.” he chuckled.

Faust, figuring the drill, grabbed onto her breasts and started to push them together for him as he pulled off his pants and shimmied up to straddle her ribcage. But he held a hand out, stopping her.

“Not yet, just one second,” he told her, “Hold them open actually.”

She gave him a confused look but did as she was told.

Then he spat on her chest. 

Les and Melphi burst out laughing across the room, particularly amused by the confused look on Faust’s face.

“Now rub ‘em together.” Tophel ordered excitedly.

“Oh you sick, fuck!” Melphi laughed.

Tophel ignored them, just looking at her expectantly.

“Well, come on.”

Although taken aback, she did what she was told. Rubbing her cleavage together and in rounds so that Tophel’s saliva coated the skin in-between evenly.

“Now open again.”

This repeated about three more times, Tophel spitting all over her breasts, her nipples, and her having to rub it all about herself until she was completely coated and shiny in her spit.

“There we go,” he practically drooled, grabbing her tits from her and holding them together almost painfully tight, “That’s what we want.”

And he slipped his dick between them, only lasting a good five pumps before he was coating her skin all over again.

Les just wanted her mouth. An Elf like him would never dare to sink so low as to sink his dick into a filthy succubus. And honestly, even calling it a blowjob would be generous for herself. Apparently, he was too high and mighty to believe that a literal sex demon would ever be able to pleasure him.

His fingers curled tight around her horns, moving her head up and down and up and down at a quick, yet metronomic pace. Every time she tried a move of her own, he’d immediately pull her back, giving her an obnoxious tutting and a finger wag.

“Nuh-uh-uh. Not like that. Just follow my lead, silly girl.”

His lead apparently was just jacking himself off with her mouth.

Everything about him was perfect, she supposed. His endless silver locks. His fine, truly porcelain skin. The lithe, rippling muscles of his abdomen. Anyone would be lucky to even be seen with him, let alone have him as a lay.

That’s what he kept telling her anyway.

“This must be a big deal to you, to have an elven cock in your mouth. I’m sure you’ve never dreamed of having something this fine.”

Before she could nod or even hum in agreement, he was giving a quick little patronizing pat to her forehead.

“No need to answer. I already know.”

“God, Les, you’re a douchebag!” Tophel groaned from across the room.

“Hey now, hey now, Tophel,” Melphi scolded, “You had your fun, now let the douchebag have his.”

Les scoffed at them.

“Fun? Oh please, this barely even passes the t-time,” he said in a voice, that through its breathiness and cracking said something completely different.

The closer he got, the longer he kept her pinned to his perfectly angular (and shaved), pelvis. At one point he wasn’t even pulling her back anymore, just holding her in place as he rolled his hips, fucking the quickly-constricting back of her throat.

When he did finally yank her head back for the last time, allowing her to gasp and sputter, dark-faced, he was just as quick to slap a hand over her lips, looking her dead in the eye as he pumped himself quickly, perfectly.

“Now don’t you dare swallow.”

Faust understood. After all, who was she to even think about swallowing precious, elven cum?

Ugh, whatever.

Captain Melphi himself was an ass man, in every sense of the word.

She gasped as he slapped a broad palm with moderate power against her cheek.

“That wasn’t too hard, was it?”

Faust looked back up at him from her place across his knee and smiled pretty. 

“No, not at all Captain.”

Melphi grinned absolutely obscenely.

“Oh yeah, I bet you like it hard, don’t you?” he growled, punctuating with a slap across her ass much harder than the last.

She yelped out in surprise, “Y-Yes! Yes Captain!”

Melphi bellowed out a laugh deep from within his gut, practically giddy from the pleasure this abuse brought him.

“You see this boys?!” Captain Melphi called out to his squad.

Les and Tophel looked up from their spots across the room, where they had been recuperating with wine and smokes.

“This is what we’re going to do to every demon bitch we come across on the battlefield!” he cheered with another, harder slap.

“Here, here!” Tophel back.

 “You don’t even have to worry about whether you’re hurting them or not!”

Slap.

Tophel and Les watched the sight, completely entranced.

“They’ll fucking like it!”

Slap.

Maugor laid abandoned on the spare bed across the room, his back to them all.

“They’ll fucking love it!”

Slap. Slap. Slap.

“Isn’t that right you dumb, succubus whore?” he paused his assault momentarily, so as to growl into her ear.

Tears started to prick the corner of her eyes. From the pain, from the words, or from the fact that Maugor couldn’t even bear to look at her anymore, she wasn’t sure. She supposed it didn’t matter. After all, this is what she’d wanted. This is all she could ever truly bring herself to hope for.

So she swallowed back her tears and looked back at Captain Melphi with a wobbly smile.

“Y-Yes, Captain. I fucking love it!”

Melphi let out a combination of a groan and a laugh, his cock twitching hard at that pathetic, beautiful look on her face. 

“Go bend over the bed, bitch.” he commanded, giving her ass one last slap.

She nodded, getting up onto fawn-like legs that made the men around her laugh as she stumbled over to the bed. She started to bend over so she could grab onto the sheets, but was momentarily stopped by a perfectly unsoldierlike hand. Les’ hand.

“Nuh uh uh,” he wagged his finger at her, “Not quite yet.”

Les took a seat right in the spot that she was about to bend over, stroking himself back to full mast.

“Now go ahead,” he waved to her aristocratically, a gesture that just seemed absurd when done next to his own desperately pumping hand.

She did as told, bending over Les’s hips, registering out of the corner of her eyes that Tophel was hurrying onto the bed next to him, getting himself into prime tit-grabbing position.

And then Melphi saddled up behind her, the thick hairs of his bare thighs rubbing against her own. 

The gang's all here, she thought bitterly. All except Maugor of course.

Faust gasped out as Melphi pushed his cock roughly against her clit, giving Les the prime opening to pull her down onto his own dick. She moaned deep around him as Melphi rubbed the tip of his cock up and down the length of her pussy, coating himself, coaxing her.

It felt good, great even. The greatest she’d felt with any of these three. Although of course, nowhere near as close as she’d felt with Maugor…

No! She scolded herself. No, those thoughts needed to stop. After all, he could barely even look at her anymore. Any chance they may have had of being together had been shattered. He had been shattered. And that was a good thing, the best thing even. It was what she wanted! She needed to focus on what she always wanted.

She pulled herself off of Les so that she could beg, “Come on, please.”

Melphi cocked a brow at what in another tone of voice could be mistaken for a command. But he’d let that slide, given the circumstances.

“Oh, you want it that bad huh?” he grinned, swirling the head of his dick around her clit, “Some nice, good human cock.”

“Y-Yes, please,” she gasped.

Melphi chuckled, pulling his dick slowly one last time up the back of her pussy, and further still, until it was nestled right in at the pucker of her asshole.

“As you wish.”

Hours later, the room was still. Not particularly silent though, as the Guardsmen she’d laid with all seemed to have a nasty snoring problem. (Yes, even the fucking elf).

But that wasn’t a problem. The deeper they slept, the easier this’d be.

She opened up Captain Melphi’s satchel. Like the others, there hadn’t been any big or exciting treasures. Just way too many bills and coins than any person with a brain should be carrying around, especially when they’d be leaving their coin purses out amongst strangers. 

And also like the others, she didn’t take all of it. Only about a quarter, a pretty new chunk of change, but not enough for Melphi to immediately notice. This was maybe the sleaziest part of her routine, she’d admit, but how else was she supposed to get money to live off of?

It’s not like the King paid demons like her.

Faust stood up, her spoils thrown over her shoulder in her own satchel. She made her way to the exit, not bothering to look back. After all, what would she even find? Everyone was knocked out.

“Is that what all this was for then?”

She froze.

Everyone except him.

Faust turned back, locking eyes with Maugor who sat up in his bed across the room. His stare was hard, hateful. Just like all the others. 

And it broke her heart.

She hardened her own resolve, staring back at him just as coldly.

“It was.”

“All of it?” he breathed.

“Yes.”

Maugor shook his head, clearly brokenhearted, but more than anything disgusted. It was a look that she hated to see on his sweet porcelain face. It truly didn’t belong there. 

“Are you gonna turn me in?”

He tsked, amazed that after everything that was happening here, that was all that she had to say.

“Just get out,” he growled, “You’re not worth the trouble.”

Faust smiled, a sad desolate smile she was sure that he would interpret as taunting, “I’m glad you realized that.”

Maugor just waved her out of the room, paying no mind to the treasures she’d collected. Let her have them. Let her have them for her sick, silly, pathetic demon life. 

And so she left.

She made her way out of the room, out of the tavern. Through the empty streets back to her little closet of a room in the military barracks. 

Feeling just a bit emptier than when she went in.

[lil-ftm-fakeboy]

sideblog pinned 🩷💜

this sideblog is primarily for my misgendering kink. massive cw for the whole blog about misgendering, some detrans, heavy cnc, rapeplay and similarly dark kinks. Any post not tagged with "#irl talk" should be considered roleplay and in-character.

please let me know if i shouldn't have liked/reblogged your post (or you feel uncomfortable that I did), and i'll unlike or delete reblogs as necessary. please, feel free to block me if you don't feel comfy about anything on my blog.

none of this stuff is real, and even within this kink I am uncomfortable with any generalised transphobia and anything that implies that all trans men/people or enbies aren't really trans or that it is okay to misgender them without consent.

important stuff

asks and DMs are open, but I get overwhelmed by lots of messages so I prefer longer messages or asks. Please use an emoji if you're sending as an anon so i can keep track. please read my kinks and limits (here and on my main) before sending anything. i will delete and/or block people who repeatedly ignore my limits.

before doing any roleplay involving cnc or rapeplay, we need to have a conversation about safewords, what we're looking for in the roleplay, and what aftercare might look like. for this reason, in-depth role-play is only going to be happening in DMs.

I'm not particularly camera shy (hehe) but I am a bit shy of posting/sending on the internet, so I won't be sending any pictures of myself. Feel free to send me pics of yourself, or send me picrews to do! I love doing picrews <3

my limits, which do also apply in roleplay: scat or diapers, dd/lg or md/lb (including using the titles mommy or daddy), ageplay, permanent marks or injuries, raceplay, vom, gore, incest/fauxcest, p3dobait blogs, anything immoral/rightfully illegal (necro, bestiality, MAP or p3dophillia, lolicon). Most of these things I'm happy for you to roleplay on your blog, but I don't want to be involved. However, if you're a MAP, p3dophillia or lolicon blog you will be reported.

i am into these kinks, but am unlikely to tag on this blog: praise, hair pulling, biting, degradation, humiliation, objectification, spanking, some painplay, breeding (no preg), free use, gangbang, gloryhole, cockwarming, creampies, bondage, double/triple penetration, somno, cnc, dubcon

more info under the cut!

about me 🩷💜

here's a couple of things about the character i'll play as on this blog:

Elliot (Elle, Ellie, other femme nicknames)

ftm (really a fakeboy)

he/him (use she/her or it/it's)

on testosterone HRT, planning on getting both top and bottom surgery eventually (will I though?)

bind my chest (b-cup tits)

happy to report some bottom growth (big clitty and wet pussy)

roleplay specific kinks:

misgendering, feminine terms of endearment, (forced) feminization, humiliation (including small penis/clit), dumbification, patronisation, praise (for acting femme/ admitting i'm a girl), breeding (no preg), and similar

roleplay insisting i must be female because you're attracted to me and you are a straight man/lesbian women

making me refer to myself with she/her pronouns

making me tell you my (fake) deadname

telling me that i'm not a real man

comparing me with real (cis or trans) men

using (and making me use) anatomical terms like clitoris, vagina, cervix or even cutesy, mocking names like clitty or cunny

telling me you'll fuck my ass like a real boy if i deny i'm a girl

making me watch/look at porn/nsfw content involving women and comparing me to them

trans men telling me I'm not a real man like them and that I'm just a fakeboy

asks or DMs, even with unsolicited pictures

tell me if you think of me while masturbating <3

(irl bio)

i'm 20, i go by Elliot, Elle, Ellie (or similar) online, i am the sort of enby/genderqueer that cannot be misgendered (i use any pronouns), i have a lovely partner, and i'm not looking for a relationship, just casual fun. i'm happily on hrt and i don't bind or plan on having top or bottom surgery. i'm AuDHD and chronically ill, and i'll be most active when i'm too tired/in pain to leave the house.

picrew <3

dividers by @cafekitsune, picrew from https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/1342558

[darlingpwease]

judging by the fact that the post about yuuta and bodywriting, for some reason, is still revalent, — for those who do not see it: I advise you to eventually do a filter for nsfw content — let's move on to the next stage of my not smooth conviction that he is a whore for attention in a much deeper sense than just "look at me" for anyone within a five-kilometer radius

cw improper use of abilities, very rough sex, group sex (gangbang), cum inflation implied, size difference (belly bulge), dirty talk, double penetration, consensual noncon / dub-con, oral sex (r.), praise + degrading praise + name-calling (slut, whore, cumdump) (g.); reader with a dick

You say "my ability allows me to make physical copies" and it all ends with you pushing into Yuuta while he is choking, trying your best to orally satisfy your copy, knowing that he still has many willing ones to take advantage of him and his position — and that all these "willing ones" are versions of you, created to fuck him until he loses consciousness.

When you — they — praise him for how well he accepts, being the cutest slut for all your cocks, or how diligently he tries to take deep, whining when you cum in him again, filling his pretty mouth; when Yuuta tries to swallow everything only to be pushed apart again and forced to serve a new one, even when his body is close to orgasm, wrapping legs around your hips during especially deep and rough thrusts, as if not caring about his own pleasure.

Your dick creates a belly bulge while you can see how his hot throat stretches, taking the form of a new dick, ready to fill his pretty empty mouth again; saliva drips from his mouth from the inability to cope well with simultaneous thrusts, making him to squirm under you from pleasure and the need to get more — intersecting with your strong holding of his upturned legs, forcing him only to accept and work obediently, counting only on your desire or unwillingness to reward him, if he won't be diligent enough for you.

When his mouth carefully licks each cock, taking care to pay attention to each of them, until your hand grabs his hair and forces him to focus only on one, sticking his nose into your pubic hair despite his inarticulate moans and whining when you move his head too slowly, teasing with a lack of sensations. Yuuta's look is so resentfully pitiful, almost meekly dissatisfied, wanting to reproach you for meanness, — but unable to even move until you allow it, drooling when you finally give him the opportunity to take you to the end again, fucking his throat, already ready to swallow everything you give him.

But even when you cum inside, Yuuta has no way to tell you anything, feeling a new hand tangled in his hair, waiting for him to take one dick out of his mouth to replace it with another, taking advantage of his complete defenselessness and inability to refuse.

... However, Yuuta's stomach becomes even more cute when he grabs your shoulders, whimpering and breathing heavily when two cocks push into his hot, unable to cope with what is happening body, allowing you to stretch him to such a state that he can not breathe normally, looking at how his flat tummy is trying to take in even more, being unable to prevent you from making a pretty cumdump out of him.

While your dicks find a way to get even deeper, being tightly squeezed by him, but not experiencing any problems because of this, squeezing and caressing his sensitive body; when you coo how diligently he tries to prevent you, only to still be well bred and full of you in the end, like your good pretty whore, loving take as many cocks as he can until he is completely filled and unable to cope with everyone — as if it's your fault that Yuuta is so greedy and depraved, craving more than he can satisfy.

When Yuuta turns out to be completely stuffed, he so charmingly gasps for air, without taking his wet adoring gaze from his stomach, squeezing you with all his strength, not letting you push back until he is satisfied with the view — and you don't bother him at all, knowing that in the near future he will only be able to scream and whine until his voice breaks while you stuff him with your cum. Your hands grabbing his hair while his body is clumsily trying to follow the confused rhythm of filling, the meaning of which is only that he does not remain without attention for a second; even then Yuuta is trying to tell you something, he is giving up when your hand slaps him on the thigh, assuring that you will definitely listen to him when he takes care of all these cocks that also need his attention like those that are inside him.

When all the attention is focused only on him as the main star of this show, where, even when you fuck him until his body becomes stretched and gaping, soaked in your and his juices, he is the only one whose mood is of paramount importance, since your gaze is not reduced to him and his reaction — while you hold his hands tightly, giving each version a round to fill him with semen so that his stomach is rounded, or make him swallow every dick until Yuuta feels full, warming up from constant touches and friction that do not allow his body to cool down once all the time. Tell him he looks so cute, or what a slut he is, or how you can't take your eyes off him, he takes your breath away while literally choking on your dick — and cums so many times that can't count anymore, letting you just have fun and use him as you want, going too deep into a process to focus on something else.

Your attention-loving showboy, showing a peace sign when you ask him to show you whether he likes what is happening — such a whore for attention <3

[lalunanymph]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐊𝐎𝐍𝐒

… 𝐒𝐎 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐓?

📞 this is my first ever Kinktober and as you can see, everything is 18+ and a lot of dark content will be written. reader discretion is advised. REBLOGS TO BOOST WILL EARN YOU NOSE KISSES MWAH

Week 1 ‗ ❍ 𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐀... super freak

falling into the wrong crowd, you catch the eye of sano manjiro who shows you how you have two precious things to offer his cult—your virginity… and your life.

↳ bonten x fem!reader

cw. gangbang, virginity loss, virgin sacrifice, multiple orgasms, facials, blowjobs, implied bukakke, extremely dark content

Week 2 ‗ ❍ sweet dreams... 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒

haunted by your nightmares of a tall man in a mask, your horrors take a turn for the worst when you realise the figment of your dreams may just be completely real.

↳ jason-esque toji x fem!reader

cw. insomnia, predator-prey, knife play, mask kink, bondage

Week 3 ‗ ❍ 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄... no rest for the wicked

in a summoning gone wrong, you catch a prince of hell's eye and decide to bind him to you... with dire consequences.

↳ demon!getou x fem!reader

cw. rough sex, tease & denial, branding

Week 4 ‗ ❍ hypnotic... 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍' 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐄

your uni-mate has a fascinating hobby and you couldn’t resist his invitation to follow him back home and see for yourself. except, it’s way worse than what you imagined.

↳ megumi x fem!reader

cw. hypnosis, coercion, non-con, blowjobs, non-con recording

[jymwahuwu]

Unable to get the idea of crossdressing!reader in the military off my mind😣

Instead of the men just taking you at separate times, what if they make a deal? 👀 A deal so that precious darling no longer had to go on the battlefield but only needs to stay at maybe a secluded hut(?) Or a special tent only certain members (and enemies but 🤫)

Since pregnancies will be a bit easier since doctor Luocha is here, it's easier to know who's the father after the baby is born too! Nobody can resist the glow you have as a pregnant mama so the more, the merrier, that's what they said🤭

-💦anon (going feral over Dan Feng's voice in the new animated short, he's so HOT)

I...have not tagged it for now. This topic is a bit darker than what I usually write about... ppl who want to read can read here🙏🙏🙏

CW: yandere, non-con, sexist, forced pregnancy, war (mentioned but not described), (implied) gangbang

💦 anon I love you and your brain cells 💓😚 (I’m also screaming for that precious Dan Feng clip. This dragon is so hot 🥺)

Let me think about this… crossdressing darling…

You join the Cloud Knights to contribute and protect Xianzhou, but there are restrictions on joining the army. Perhaps during a battle with the Denizens of Abundance, some Xianzhou ships received Shuhu's gift (curse) of fertility, causing the Cloud Knights to temporarily make such discriminatory arrangements. So you put on Xianzhou's usual male clothes and bribed the soldiers to join the army.

You did well, within your capabilities, with your weapon, whether it was a bow or a knife. Your performance is better than that of ordinary soldiers. Maybe you got a little carried away and forgot to try your best to hide your identity, and even sent him some comments. Jing Yuan looked at you.

The general summoned you to the tent that night. You stood in the tent uneasily. The lamp reflects your shadow, and the dark shadow falls long on the ground. He wants to know why you were so bold as to break the rules and who helped you. You pretend to be calm and ask him why he has such a ridiculous idea. However, at the general's words, tears flashed in your eyes.

He tells you to take off your clothes. To check.

“Please,” you sob. "Please don't do this."

The general slowly unbuttoned your clothes and caressed your private parts. You ended up sucking his cock that night and your mouth was sore.

Ah plus, Yingxing! He used to laugh and drink with you and hold your shoulders. He has a crush on you and built you a unique weapon to give to you, but he learned this news from the general. He hates betrayal - did you know that doing so might cause Abundance's curse to actually take effect? He headed to the tent. His cock in his crotch was so hard as he watched you being pinned to the ground and being bred.

And Dan Feng. You dealt well with his frustration of being out fighting all day. You were trembling and submissive as you poured him wine. He thought it was good. His two dragon cocks slowly stretch you. Witnessing the hot seed leaking out from between your thighs, it occurred to him that you might actually be pregnant under Abundance's curse.

Your weapons have been destroyed and your identity hidden. Luocha helps check and retest whether you are pregnant. He gently reassures you not to be afraid. You are preparing for pregnancy, eating nutritious foods, and shaking slightly in fear of pregnancy. Eventually, your belly will swell up with your baby💕💕💕