#dol smut

[sashiavi]

you mentioned about wanting rambles so... im sharing this one with you because u will GET IT... !

breeding with bull Alex... being his cute lil cow girl, the sheer size difference potential ughh could you imagine? he could lift you up by your waist and fuck you doggy style while you still hover mid air </3 PULLING on his big bull horns for stability when he bullies you into a mating press, having his whole body completely encase yours as he bends awkwardly with every thrust; but you can hardly complain with a face full of his tits </3 having him pump ur pussy full every breeding season??? he'd be so affectionate n doting too i bet, parading around with you glued to his hip because he loves to show you off </3

Ughhh you get me so well ♡♡

Cow! And Bull! Hybrids are genuinely one of my absolute favourite things </3 they honestly rival Puppy! Girls n boys so hArd it's so hard to choose between them sometimes.

And ughh being Alex's pretty Cow - it's everything I love, things like heats and cycles Lactation! ! !

It's such a guilty pleasure of mine you don't even know (or you do >v>)

Poor pretty tits aching so baddd, nipples so sensitive while he gently laps at them to soothe, he knows he shouldn't be so greedy, he feeds you sooo well and pampers you sweetly to ensure your milk is the best quality for him to sell on the farm- but how could he?? Not when you taste so good and look so pretty while he does it <//3

And the comforting aura he'd bring - so strong and dominant :(( getting you all comfy on his cock, cuddle fucking you while he gently suckles on your tits, swallowing down your sweet milks. He'll break away for a few moments just to praise and shush you, his hands always petting and caressing, even bumping the cute little buds on your head you call horns.

He can go absolutely crazy on your scent but also has such a grip on himself and knows when it's your special time :((

Something about him being sooo dominant over everything with you - breeding you up, fucking you deep but also when he's being so, so soft.

[renaissanceramblings]

Scenario: Sirrius catches Sydney and PC in the act but they're too close to stop. Sydney is hiding his face in PCs shoulder but his hips havent even slowed.

love this (also long time no see lol)

MDNI

Sydney X Gn! Reader

Sydney is a godly being, in your eyes. His body toned and soft pulls in and out of you, thrusting just right and hitting all of your best spots. His mouth whispers curses and prayers alike into the shell of your ear and his teeth occasionally find themselves grazing your neck amongst it all.

His cock fills you like nothing else and you wonder if maybe the temple was right, because the two of you press so close together that it’s almost as though you are one. You join together in an unholy union so holy that you cannot help but think that heaven has found a place amongst the mortals, in whispered passions and unions of the flesh.

“Ffffuck, angel…t-taking me so—aah—well,” His voice is a breathy whimper against you and he can feel you clench hard around him in response.

His grip on your hips is tight as he fucks your hole with ever increasing fervor. His fat head presses into the place that makes you see stars and a broken pleasured sob tears its way out of your throat.

Perhaps you were too loud, or the bed was thumping too hard, or maybe it was just plain bad luck, but you’re crying out and coming hard around Sydney’s cock right as Sirris walks in.

And Sirris freezes because this is his house and how else is he supposed to react and oh my fucking god you guys aren’t stopping. Whatever broken sense of morality your science professor has starts crossing the line when he sees his kid fucking another one of his students, but Sirris can’t seem to move and his voice is stuck in his throat because you’re whimpering in humiliation and Syd has his face buried in the crook of your neck from the embarrassment but his hips are still moving and his arms move to wrap around your waist to pull you onto him harder.

“S-Sirrrrris, (you’re fucked dumb and it’s obvious to everyone in the room) give us’a min—fuck fuck fuck don’t stop—minute, ‘kay?”

Where you got the audacity to talk to Sydney’s dad (and your science instructor, you remember belatedly) like that is a mystery, but your mind is empty and all you can think of is Sydney. His hair tickling the back of your neck and the vice-like grip he has on your waist and his cock filling you up so so good and then he thrusts upward and suddenly you aren’t thinking at all.

Sydney and Sirris are very obviously father and son, but the way they both look at your fucked-dumb face only proves it more.

Sydney can’t take it anymore and cums right there on the spot, painting your insides warm and white while his dad stands right there.

And then, in a hazy post orgasm-bliss, you both realize that he is still standing there.

“Dad?” A weak and embarrassed mumble. You’d never know he was fucking you stupid a moment before by his tone of voice.

“Um…” A tense anticipation mixed with fearful anxiety fills the room.

“I…I brought snacks, if you guys want them.”

[autumnywinter]

Filthy Desires - Harper x Reader

TW: Obsessive behavior, doctor/patient relationship, past dubious consent, abusive power dynamics, mentions of hypnosis, male Harper

NSFW! MDNI

Reader is gender neutral + AFAB

You don't know how long you had been here, and you were sure Harper and the rest of the nurses purposefully kept that information from you. Longer than a month, surely. Long enough for the other patients to call you "Harper's bitch", that was for sure.

As offended as you were by the crude nickname they had given you, it was still undeniably true. Harper controlled almost every aspect of your life. Sure, he essentially controlled all the patients' lives as long as they were in his ward, but you were a different case. You got a certain kind of privilege (that's what Harper called it, at least) not afforded to any patient. Your room was always the closest to his office, meaning he could just "stop in and check in on" you any time of any day.

Sometimes, it was a simple chat. He'd ask you how you were, give you a quick peck on the lips, and leave.

Other times, it was more serious sessions. Sessions that went on for far too long and made you extremely exhausted for days afterwards. He hypnotized you into being complacent, dumb, and forgetful, but you knew fully well what he had been doing to you. There were moments he didn't even bother going through hypnosis first. Those times he was obviously more pent up and frustrated, which used to be rare, but now it seemed like he got like that at least once a week.

Occasionally you enjoyed his attention and praise, but the toll it took on you to please him had gotten so mentally taxing that there were days you considered trying to break out or notify the outside world. Unfortunately for you, Harper never let patients use outside technology like cellphones.

As humiliating and invasive as the daily routine was for you, he also showered you with attention you never got outside of the hospital.

"Time for your session," a nurse calmly notified you.

You nodded and walked your normal route to Harper's office. You've memorized the way after having to go there so many times each and every day. Harper sat behind his large oak desk, reading a file on another patient.

"Y/N," Harper greeted. His piercing pink eyes peeked out over the rim of his glasses. He had his straight blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail to keep it from falling into his face while he's working. He raised his hand in the air and made a gesture for the nurse to leave. Once the nurse shut the door behind him, Harper spoke again. "Come sit."

Obedient as ever, you quickly sat yourself on Harper's lap. It had became your usual spot at this point.

Harper peppered gentle, loving kisses along your cheek, jaw, neck, and lips. It was hard to understand anything about the doctor, but one thing he made obvious was he loved kissing you.

When he pulled back, he ran his hand through your hair affectionately. His hand traveled down your torso, rubbing and touching at whatever pleased him. He pressed sloppy wet kisses over your neck and ground his knee against your clothed cunt. You keened and leaned into him, grinding down on his leg in hopes of stimulation. He chuckled darkly, always amused with how needy and desperate you got so quickly.

"Do you know what today is?" he asked in between pecks along your collarbone.

You shook your head.

Harper trailed his finger lightly along your side. "It's your birthday."

For just a split second, you felt happy. But then you put together how long that meant you had been here. Your face fell. Harper hummed, noticing your shift in attitude. His warm, broad hands skimmed over your stomach.

"We've been doing such good work recently, haven't we?" he said, ignoring your sudden dejectedness. Harper was good at shifting topics subtly. You hummed quietly in affirmation. "Then tonight," Harper tilted your jaw so you'd make eye contact with him. "I can give you a special treat for your birthday." He kissed your nose.

"Okay, Doctor Harper," you whispered, leaning into his hold. His strong hands pressed into your sides, encouraging you to keep grinding against his leg. You weren't getting any real stimulation that way, but he loved hearing your whimpers and moans regardless.

You gripped onto the doctor's broad shoulders and arched your back, rolling your hips. Harper watched you with an intent expression on his face.

"What do you want for your special treat, darling?"

"Uh..." Your breathing was getting heavy and he could tell how frustrated you were getting not being able to come from humping his leg. Harper let a hand trail along your torso, stopping to rub your labia through the standard hospital attire you were expected to wear. Your hips shuddered at the indirect touch and a squeaky moan escaped your lips.

"Be descriptive. I can't give it to you if I don't know what you want." Harper rubbed your core faster, encouraged by the high pitched noises and half-formed words coming out of you.

"I-I don't know," you shakily admitted. You just wanted to cum, it didn't matter how at this point.

Harper raised his eyebrows in amusement. "Then would you like to figure it out on my desk?" He didn't even wait for an answer, next thing you knew, he had hoisted you up with a shocking amount of strength. He sat you on the cold wood and made a place for himself by parting your legs open. "So cute, you're soaking already," Harper muttered to himself. He rubbed the dampened fabric between your legs, cooing when you jerked and let out a satisfied gasp.

"Doctor," you whined.

Just as Harper planned on removing your underwear, there was a knock on the door. His usual composed expression was gone, only for a second. He stood up straight to smooth down his hair and fix his tie. "Under the desk."

His tone was soft but stern. You crawled under, sitting on the floor comfortably in between Harper's legs. Harper seated himself in his comfortable, office chair and pulled it in so you would have just enough room.

"Come in," he answered, already back to his professional voice. You sat in the dark beneath the desk and listened to the nurse come in, talking about something related to the medication being stocked low again.

They began exchanging words back and forth, but your mind wasn't on that. It was rather on the obvious sight of his cock straining in his pants right in front of your face. You looked up for any acknowledgement from Harper, but his attention was focused on the nurse.

Without any sense of urgency, your hands slowly trailed up his legs. Harper didn't bat an eye. You played with the buckle, undoing and sliding the belt off. Your fingertips skimmed along his trousers, feeling the shape of his cock with a gentle press and rub. A small sigh left his lips.

Unzipping the zipper, you reached your hand into his trousers and pulled his underwear down just enough to give yourself some freedom to work with. His erection stood tall against his abdomen. Harper glanced down at you momentarily, meeting your eyes right as you were bringing your lips onto the tip of his cock.

His fingers tensed against his pen in his hand but he said nothing.

"Doctor Harper?" The nurse was worried about his sudden shift in focus, which prompted his gaze away from you. "Are you okay?"

"It's fine," Harper answered a bit too quickly. His face was lightly flushed pink and he was trying his best to not give himself away. You enjoyed how swiftly he could lose his composure.

You hollowed out your cheeks and took in the head of his cock, rolling your tongue around to tease the head.

"Are you sure?" the nurse pushed further. You wrapped your lips around Harper and swallowed his cock deeper, inch by inch. A jagged inhale sounded through the office. "Should I go get you a coffee or some water? You don't look very well."

Harper coughed. "That's unnecessary. I- ah -just get back to work. Please. I-I'm busy. Very busy."

As much as you could get annoyed with him, he was cute stuttering like a mess above you. It wasn't a common sight, so naturally you'd want to take advantage of it. You took a slow, teasing drag up his length, stopping just as the tip left your lips. Harper was used to you being needier and greedy by now. Something as simple as a painfully slow blow job threw him for a loop. His hips jerked for the feeling of your hot mouth to be back on him, which you complied.

Once he was sure the door shut behind the nurse, Harper put down his pen, rolled his chair in further, and bucked into your mouth without warning. You sputtered from the intrusion of your throat being filled.

He wrapped his lithe fingers into your hair, holding you in place. Your throat swallowed around the thick length, and Harper shivered from the pleasant feeling. He was frantic to chase his release.

With a shuddering breath, he bucked into you a final time and came, keeping your head pushed down as he did. He looked down at you with a proud gaze. "Make sure to swallow, dear. It's good for you." He freed you from under his desk, still panting. He caressed your cheek once you resurfaced and kissed over your sensitive lips. "Good job."

"It was supposed to be my birthday, and here I was pleasing you," you grumbled.

Harper didn't seem to mind your pouting at all. He glanced at the clock in the top right of the room. "Don't worry, darling, you still didn't tell me what you want for your birthday." Harper's fingers brushed through your hair, straightening any stray hairs and loose strands. "I'm afraid we don't have any more time now, but I could pay you a visit tonight. Would that make you happy?"

Happy wasn't exactly the emotion you'd associate with Harper visiting your room late at night. Yet you nodded. "Can I have some birthday cake, too?" You couldn't recall the last time you had sweets like that. The hospital's version of sweets were fruit cups and yogurt. Harper must've noticed how excited you were at the simple mention of a cake since he smiled, a toothy and genuine smile. You found it a bit hard to believe that Doctor Harper of all people could do such a thing.

"I'll see what I can do."

[mellowwillowy]

Yandere Reader × DOL

Warning: Extreme Content, unsafe sex, Crazy Reader

Bailey - Eden (M), Sydney, Ivory, Whitney, Kylar - Mason, Avery, Harper, Alex, Wren, Great Hawk, Black Wolf, Robin

Bailey's boobs! Eden's boobs! These 2 squeezeing your face! DIE! HAPPILY!1!1!

"What are you doing? I'll be charging you for this." Bailey spat as he watched you sucked his tits, hands groping it like a squishy. Eden on the other hand lets you use his tits as some sort of pillow. Ah... heaven... bless.

Sydney's anal bead, I'll squeeze it down your throat instead of using it as a rosary!

Sydney's hand gripped yours tightly as you used the anal bead inside their throat, fuck, they didn't expect this at all. Please, don't stop. Better yet, use your hand or your cock/strap-on on their throat now!

"Mwooh... mhoreeee....!"

Ivory's Necklace, right, fuck you wanna do if I swallow it whole?

"Get it out..." Ivory throatfucked you as their hands and tentacles choked you, "get it out right now, fuck, get it out!" Actually, you doubt they were throatfucking you to get this shit out. They were just trying fuck their cum out.

Walking Whitney

Whitney and a leash on your hand, no, not a leash to you but to them! Crawling the school hallway naked, how did it feel like to have the table turned now? Oh... look at how turned on they are, "fucking slut, you like people seeing your sex hmm??"

"Shut up..." they growled back but the trail of cum they left said otherwise ♡

Kylar and Mason the undies sniffer

Look at them. You understand if it's Kylar but Mason? Really? Sniffing your undies while you were swimming?

"K-Kylar did it! He did it first!"

"That still doesn't change the fact that you are a teacher. Oh, aren't you a perverted one? Just how down bad are you to the point you are caught sniffing with this," you pulled Kylar by his hoodie, "damn fucking loser who jerks off to my picture?"

"Uuu... you look so cute in that jacket so..."

Avery and alcohol

Fuck, you are sick of them raging at you every now and then. So? What to do? You eyed on the alcohols they got for the two of you and...

Crash

You hit their head with it. Just before they could say anything, you forced the alcohol down their throat, burning it. Just as you noticed they were wasted from the hit and burning sensation, you stripped them down and,

"I think you'll look great with your hole stuffed with this," you showed them a bottle of alcohol, "I don't give a shit about safe sex, feel free to have a check with Harper soon."

Doctor Harper...

Harper groaned as you plunged yet another syringe into their arm, the content? It's empty. Better be empty than fill it in with the drug they would use on you right?

"I bet it feels good, getting injected here and there right you fucker?"

Wren the smuggled

"Ehehe~ look at you~ so adorable in my bag, all tied up hm?"

The smuggler had been smuggled. Fuck, you were so going to enjoy fucking them while charging everyone fortune just to watch you fuck them dumb.

Milking Alex~!

Oh, the farm was growing. Look at it, the milk production got better in both quantity and quality! As expected of Alex! Now, it's time to milk Alex with your mouth and hand again!

Great Hawk the terrored

"Come on now, walking is better than flying right?" Great Hawk whimpered as you handed him his daily food. You caressed his bandaged wings that you broke with your own hands. "Good boy~ now eat, you'll need the energy to mate."

Black Wolf, awooooooo

Black Wolf did so as you fucked him dumb. What a pack leader he is, a great breedable alpha all along.

Robin, burn your fat down.

At this point, they were probably either traumatized or suffered from the masochist traits. Look, look at those marks ♡ how many times have you whipped the fuck out of them? It'll help burning down some of the fat they had.

[snnrinc]

Made for Sin

Minors DNI

• Pairing: Corrupt!M!Sydney x F!Reader

• Excerpt: His eyes were now focused on you and on every expression that you were making, on the way your muscles tensed, how your chest was bouncing in time with his thrusts. His hair had started to fall onto his face and his brows were furrowed in concentration. He looked so fucking hot when he was like this, ready to devour you, watching intently as your back arched off the bed when he hit a particularly nice spot. The way the twilight sun hit your curves had him under a spell, tracing the outline of your body with his eyes before one of his hands followed the same trail, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

"My love," he growled. "You have a body made for sin."

• Warnings: NSFW, overstimulation, creampie, oral (f receiving), slight dubcon. But let's be honest, this is DoL we're talking about, what ISN'T a warning?

• Word count: 5.9k

×

Voices rumbled amidst the large hall, an amalgam of words that fused into each other only to become meaningless, background noise. People shuffled from their seats as the service finished, approaching the exit of the hall while chatting amongst themselves, leaving only a few people to remain seated in the pews, some with their hands clasped together in silent prayer, others simply basking in the silence of the holy temple.

Seated somewhere near the front seats was a young man, fingers intertwined and pressed against his lips, eyes closed in concentration. He was thankful once the commotion died down, hoping to finally be able to focus more on his prayer, but he soon realised that his thoughts were running too wild and simple silence was not enough to bring him peace. On the contrary, the more he kept his eyes closed, the louder his mind got. The more he tried to concentrate on his prayer, the more his thoughts unconsciously morphed into the image of a beautiful person.

The image of you.

Sydney opened his eyes and sighed in frustration. He moved to rest his chin on his clasped hands, opting to distract himself for a while by looking at the various portraits of saints that were decorating the wall in front of him. The paintings were beautiful, golden hand-crafted wood framing them and giving them a regal, almost ethereal look. Normally, he would stare at such brilliance and feel peace and purity radiate from them and settling deep into his soul, soothing his pain and sorrows. But now, a simple glance left him feel cold, disinterested. Disconnected. 

Was it because of you?

Was it you that took the place of the holy images, of the promises of salvation, of all-powerful idols that could tame and purge all that is wrong in the world? Was it you that settled in his heart oh-so-delicately, that now the only idol he could think could bring him peace and salvation, the only idol he could get down on his knees and worship, was you?

Was it you that overtook his mind and stripped him of any sort of dignity or shame he had left, baring all the primal instincts that had been buried so deep inside in a dark corner of his mind?

Oh, but he couldn't care less. Not when he got to be buried so deep inside of-

Sydney let out another sigh at his intrusive thought. This was getting ridiculous. You were the only thing he could think about. You and the things he would do for you, with you, to you.

He couldn't understand why you had such power over him, and frankly, he wasn't sure he needed to understand. But you existing in his life, by his side, shook him to the core in a way he did not know how to manage, his emotions swirling in his mind until he could not tell them apart from each other. He was in love, that was for sure. His heart fluttered whenever you brushed your hand against his, he melted on the spot whenever you planted a small, innocent kiss on his cheek or forehead. And seeing you smile at him, hearing you laugh at one of his jokes, sent him to cloud nine, making him feel like everything was right in the world when you were together.

But... his heart was not the only one affected. In his mind he would always envision you during these sweet moments, under him, your hand grasping his and holding onto it tight as you writhed beneath him, chanting an almost delirious chain of 'I love you, I love you, I love you', bodies tangled and so lost into each other that he didn't know where he ended and you began, as he claimed you as his beloved again, and again, and again. And you always looked so beautiful, warm, like the sun was caressing his skin with every touch of your fingers, like flower petals dragged over his most sensitive spots whenever you kissed him, like you and him were the only people to exist in the world.

He could no longer tell love and lust apart. Was this even lust? Was it adoration? Was it wrong for him to feel so strongly for you, so much so that you were more important to him than his vows?

Sydney let his hands fall into his lap, taking in a shaky breath to try to calm down his racing thoughts and pounding heart. He could feel the start of a headache pulsating painfully as he brought his fingers to his temples to massage them, allowing himself a moment of quiet before his thoughts slipped again.

Why did it even matter that his vows were broken? You did this to him. And he wouldn't have it any other way. He was happy to finally not be a sheltered, innocent little boy anymore. You showed him how beautiful sin could be, how good it could feel, but you also showed him how ugly the reality of the world was. The lives you two led were vastly different, and for a second Sydney allowed himself to shoot an angry, flaming look at the paintings in front of him, almost as if admonishing the Heavens for putting you through all the pain and suffering you had to endure. He almost couldn't believe himself, but at that moment he felt that all his prayers and desperate pleas for salvation were falling on deaf ears.

But you always heard him.

And he was glad to return the favour, always happy to let you use him when you reached your breaking point, always willing to welcome you in his arms and keep you safe, away from anything and anyone who may cause you harm. His heart was breaking every time you'd reach out with a shaky hand, your tearful eyes staring into his own, desperate, pleading, silently asking him why? Why you? Why always you?

The image made his heart clench, his eyes closing and brows furrowing before a gentle touch on his shoulder made his eyes snap open again. He looked to his side wide-eyed, almost as if he was scared he was saying his innermost thoughts out loud, but his expression quickly softened when he saw your smiling face next to him, giving him a little wave and a gentle 'hi'.

He smiled softly. "My love."

He scooted over to make space for you to sit down. Once you settled in your place, Sydney took your hand in his and kissed your cheek, smiling wide at your loving expression.

"I missed you," he said, intertwining his fingers with yours.

You giggled. "So soon? But we're already spending most of our time together at school. We see each other so often!"

"If I don't spend every moment with you, it's not nearly often enough."

You felt your cheeks warm up as he brought your hand to his lips, pressing them against your knuckles softly while staring deeply into your eyes. At the intensity of his gaze, your eyes shifted away for a split second before returning to his, earning a knowing smirk from your boyfriend. Fuelled by your reaction, he tugged your hand a bit higher so his lips had more access, leaving a trail of kisses up your forearm, his other hand gently grasping your upper arm so he could pull you closer. Just as he reached your inner elbow, he was stopped by your louder than intended exclamation:

"I brought food!"

Gasping at the realisation of your volume, you looked around to see if anyone noticed and sighed in relief when you saw the other churchgoers focused on their prayers. You looked back at Sydney who was now just affectionately rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb, looking at you with a soft expression. It was only now that he noticed you brought a bag with you.

"I brought food," you repeated, quieter this time. "I know you've been working really hard and I'm willing to bet you haven't eaten anything today."

A sheepish smile crept on his face. "Please don't be too mad at me, love."

Your shoulders slumped in disappointment and you gave him a stern look. "Sydney!" you clicked your tongue. "I told you you need to take care of yourself more! At this rate, you'll pass out in the middle of the temple at any moment."

Sydney let go of your hand and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer and burying his face into your neck. "I know, darling, I'm sorry for making you worry. I promise I'll be good and eat what you brought for me."

"Yeah right," you scoffed. "Just like you did yesterday, when you said you'd eat the homemade pie I made for you just so I could find it today, in the same place, with only one bite taken out of it?"

Sydney squeezed you a little tighter in an attempt to make you soften and stop your scolding.

"Or like on Monday, when I brought you some sandwiches and you said you'll keep them for later only to forget about them," you continued. "I found them in your drawer at the library counter. Mouldy." 

You crossed your arms over your chest and moved to look at Sydney. He looked up at you with doe eyes and pouted, detaching himself from you and twiddling his fingers.

You raised an eyebrow at him, expectantly. He sighed in defeat.

"I know, I know, I'm sorry, okay? Please stop looking so mad," he reached out and grasped your hand. "I promise I'll eat whatever you prepared this time. Just give me the bag and I'll-"

"Oh, no, not today," you pulled your hand out from his and stood up, gathering your stuff and the bag with Sydney's food in the process. "Today we'll eat together. It seems there's no other way to convince you to eat more than just the amount needed to stay alive than to feed you myself."

Your words stirred something in him. He looked up at you teasingly as his lips stretched into a smirk.

"Oh, so that was your plan all along, huh? Not just because you care about me?" he chuckled when you snapped your attention to him, furrowing your brows.

"Don't get cocky, love. I'm still mad at you."

With a chuckle, he stood up and grabbed your hand. He offered to carry the bag for you before leading you outside of the hall.

×

Your giggles resonated in the kitchen when Sydney kept tickling your shoulder with his hair as he kissed your neck. 

"Stop it!" your tone meant to be serious, but you couldn't force the smile off your face. He giggled as you almost dropped the ingredients you were setting up from squirming so much. "Sydney, come on!"

"I'm sorry, I just can't resist kissing you."

As he let go of you, you turned around to smile at him sweetly. Your eyes admired his golden ones for a few moments before travelling down to his white shirt, the first three buttons open and allowing a glimpse of the chain of his holy pendant.

"You should change your shirt if you want to help," you said, turning your attention to preparing the ingredients once more. "It'll get dirty."

"Oh? Should I take it off then?"

"I'm just saying it's a nice shirt. I don't want to ruin it."

"I do," you threw him a look and he giggled. "I'll take care of laundry then. I'll give you some spare clothes."

"Oh, you don't have to, really! I'll just go home and wash them."

"Oh..."

At the sound of his disappointed tone, you looked over your shoulder to see him leaning on the table, his stance deflated. You saw his bottom lip come out slightly in a pout.

You turned towards him. "What's wrong?"

"N-nothing, I was just..." he looked back at you. "I was hoping you could spend the night."

His doe eyes brought a warm smile to your face. You wiped your hands on a towel and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pecking his nose. Your actions made him smile and hug you close to him. Leaning forward, you pecked his nose again, before planting a quick kiss over his lips and moving to look at him. His expression suddenly changed, half-lidded, hazy eyes looking at you as if in a trance. You could feel it, too - the way the air around got thicker and you had to let out heavy breaths, lest you suffocate. One of his hands moved up to remove his glasses and place them somewhere on the table behind him, his other hand reaching up to rest on the side of your face, his thumb caressing your cheek before he leaned in, placing his lips on yours in a passionate kiss. You didn't hesitate to respond, pressing yourself against his body and parting your lips out of habit, demanding more of him.

He was more than happy to deliver.

Sliding his tongue past your burning lips, the hand that was caressing you moved to the back of your head, grasping your hair and pulling softly to get better access to your mouth. You moved in unison, your hands moving up and down his back before one of them settled in his hair. His other hand slid down your side to grasp your ass, earning a soft moan in return. Fuelled by the sounds you made, he pushed forward, making your back hit the edge of the counter on which you were working a few minutes ago. You felt his hands leave you for a second to find purchase on the back of your thighs, hiking you onto the counter. You suddenly remembered what you were there for.

"Mmh, Syd-" you tried to speak, but his lips wouldn't let you. "Syd, we-" kiss, "we were..." kiss, "we're supposed to-" kiss, "be cooking..." kiss.

"Later."

"No," you gently placed your hands on his chest and pushed him enough to get his attention. "You've already had nothing to eat today. You promised."

Seeing your frowning face made him detach himself from you, leaving only his hands to hold onto your thighs. You could see his apologetic expression and you didn't want him to feel bad, so instead you pulled him into a hug and kissed his cheek sweetly. He took advantage of your closeness to hold onto you tight.

"Please..." he whispered against your ear. "I missed you."

His needy voice made you shudder. You'd be lying if you said that hours upon hours of gentle kisses, fleeting touches and stolen glances at each other didn't rile you up to the point that everything the man in front of you was doing or saying was sending electricity throughout your veins, right down to your core. With how desperately he was clinging to you and how fast his heart was beating, he must've been starving, the poor sweetheart, starving for your touch, your attention, for your soft voice whispering to him, for your love. He was starving for you. And how could you deny him when you were there to take care of him in the first place?

A shaky sigh found its way out of your throat when you opened your mouth to speak. "Sydney..."

"Fuck-"

Before either of you could say anything else, his lips were on you again, hands undoing your apron and pulling at your clothes, grasping and caressing any part of you that he could reach. You unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it over his shoulders, urging him to discard it to the ground as you ran your hands over his arms and chest. A moan vibrated in his throat at the feeling of your palms on his bare skin and your hot body pressed into his, the sound pouring over into you and filling your lungs until you were drowning in him. You never thought loving someone could feel this intense.

As much as you loved making out with Sydney on every surface available, you knew that sooner or later the counter would get uncomfortable, and you didn't want your time in heaven to end so soon because of such inconvenience. So you gently buried your fingers in Sydney's hair, pulling him away slightly to finally catch your breath and his attention.

"Sydney, take me to bed. Now."

Nodding quickly, the man made sure your legs were tightly locked around his waist before he grabbed your ass and lifted you from the counter, blindly walking towards his bedroom as his lips found yours again in a heated kiss. Reaching his room, Sydney turned to face the opposite way and kicked the door he left ajar fully open, walking backwards into his room to make sure it doesn't swing shut and hurt you. He had half a mind to leave the door as it is and just take you as soon as possible, but eventually made sure to close it and lock it quickly, just in case Sirris would come home early. As he took a few more hurried steps into his room, one of his arms slid up your back to rest on the nape of your neck, giving you one last kiss before carefully lowering you on the bed as if you were a treasure he was scared to break. Once you were comfortably settled, Sydney hovered over you, watching, scanning over your entire body, the way you were sprawled out on his bed, looking up at him with such lustful eyes. His scrutinising gaze made you feel as if you already were completely bare in front of him, completely at his mercy.

"Syd," under the pressure, you broke the silence, his eyes shifting to yours. His stare was intense, focused, and the corner of his lip lifted in a smirk.

"Finally, I have you all to myself," his hands found their way to your sides, rubbing up and down. "You look so good in my bed, darling."

You whined at his words and he let out a shaky breath at the sound. His hands found their way under your shirt, lifting it up to reveal your plain bra. You sat up, helping him fully remove your top and bra, leaving your upper half bare for him to see. Under his fiery gaze, you almost felt the urge to cover yourself out of embarrassment , but you had no time to even think about it before his hands were on you, pushing you back onto the bed and burying his face into your soft flesh. His mouth found one of your nipples and his tongue circled it, licking, sucking, biting as his hand was on your other breast.

With a moan, your hands found purchase in his hair and back. You could feel the hot skin of his chest pressed against your abdomen and the closeness was driving you mad. You felt his tongue give you one last lick before he moved his mouth under your breast, biting softly on the flesh and leaving a mark.

Your legs moved up, thighs pressing to the sides of his waist as he looked up at you with hungry eyes. He pressed his tongue near the top of your stomach and dragged it upwards, stopping between your breasts and watching as you bit your lip and tried not to whine at the feeling. He smiled and chuckled at the sight, leaning forward to capture your lips into a passionate kiss.

His body was pressed flush against yours, hands moving up and down your abdomen and chest, grazing your nipples and grabbing at the softness of your flesh. It was driving him wild, feeling your hot skin stuck to his, a thin layer of sweat already adorning your body. He could feel your moans vibrating against his lips and chest, and he didn't think he could get any harder, but he already felt like he would burst any second. And yet, he needed more.

One of his hands failed to return upwards as he was caressing you, instead dipping beneath the fabric of your trousers, pulling them down along with your panties in a firm and swift movement. You felt his lower half raise slightly from you, your hips following his movement to allow him to remove the garments entirely, before he threw them on the ground carelessly and grabbed hold of your thighs, spreading your legs and lowering his body on you once more. The entire time, his lips refused to leave yours, moving passionately against your mouth, pouring his love into you.

You felt his hand slowly slither lower, fingers finally touching your core, making you yelp from the sudden feeling and dig your nails into his shoulder. His fingers slowly started rubbing circles on your clit for a brief moment, before he dipped his hand lower to run them against your soaking entrance, lubricating them and slowly dragging them back up teasingly. You mewled as he started applying pressure again, his mouth moving to your neck to nip and suck on your skin. Your body felt like it caught fire as his fingers worked you up the way he knew you liked. Your breathing erratic, you let out soft moans shamelessly into his ear, and you could feel his chest reverberating against you with his own groans echoing yours. Moving his hand lower to drag it across your entire core, you let out a particularly loud moan before you pressed your mouth into his shoulder to cover up any other sounds.

He chuckled, a smile pressing against your neck. "Did you like that, darling? Hm?" you felt his teeth graze your skin softly, sending a shiver through your body. You let out a shaky curse. "Fuck, you're driving me crazy... I love hearing you moan for me like that."

You felt his fingers move once again, rubbing against your entrance as his mouth continued to kiss and suck on your skin. Sydney's mouth moved to your shoulder, then your collarbone, then slowly dipped lower towards your breasts.

"I wonder," he spoke between kisses, "what other sounds can your body make?"

You could feel his smile pressed against your skin as he pushed a finger inside, relishing in the lewd sounds of your moans and your soaking heat. Giving you a few pumps, he pushed another finger in before he started fucking you, occasionally flexing his fingers to touch your sweet spot.

You let go of your last shred of shame, moving your hips in time with his hand, chasing your release as his lips moved across your neck. Pressing your mouth on his shoulder, you started to kiss upwards towards his ear before you gently bit his earlobe and moaned at his shiver. Goosebumps spread across his skin and that was enough for him to push another finger into your heat and fuck you with renewed vigor, rubbing his thumb on your clit. You were practically dripping, and he loved the wet, sloppy sounds that your sex was making from him toying with you. He loved having such an effect on you.

With a gasp and quickly getting closer to your release, you managed to snake your hand in between your bodies and past the band of his pants to grab his length and pump it. Breathing quickened, you felt your muscles tense before the coil in your stomach snapped, your walls clenching around his fingers and your hand pulling at his soft strands of hair, the other absentmindedly rubbing the head of his cock.

"Fu-uck!" his hips sputtered and he let out a high pitch moan. "N-not yet."

As you were coming down from your high, you looked up at him with a hazy vision. He retreated his hand from your heat in favour of ridding himself of the rest of his clothes, then grabbing the back of your thighs and pushing them towards your chest, standing up so he could look at the mess he made out of you with eyes that were almost glowing.

You couldn't help but stare. The soft rays from the setting sun were hitting the side of his face and almost making him look like he was donning a halo. His eyes looked like pools of honey and his bare chest was rising up and down, glowing from the sweat beads adorning his skin. As disgusting as you would've thought it would sound - had you not been high on lust - in that moment, you felt the inherent need to have your tongue on his skin, if only to feel his pulse quicken and the shivers of his flesh in time with his moans.

When you looked back at his eyes, you could see him gaze at you with the same unbridled hunger. You felt the tip of his shaft rub against your slit and his eyes started to lose focus. Slowly, he pushed forward into your heat, eyes rolling to the back of his head as both of you let out sinful sounds from the way his sex was stretching you oh-so-deliciously.

It wasn't long before he set a steady pace, snapping his hips toward you to reach deep within your walls so you could feel him fully. Your hands grasped at whatever you could find - bedsheets, your chest, his waist, his forearms, and when you looked up at him you saw his gaze changed again.

You knew you were in trouble.

His eyes were now focused on you and on every expression that you were making, on the way your muscles tensed, how your chest was bouncing in time with his thrusts. His hair had started to fall onto his face and his brows were furrowed in concentration. He looked so fucking hot when he was like this, ready to devour you, watching intently as your back arched off the bed when he hit a particularly nice spot. The way the twilight sun hit your curves had him under a spell, tracing the outline of your body with his eyes before one of his hands followed the same trail, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

"My love," he growled. "You have a body made for sin."

You moaned at his remark and he smirked, lifting one of your legs up so he could reach even deeper within you and rub continuously at the spot that was sending wave after wave of shivers down your body. And fuck- the way his abs flexed as he was pounding into you, the way his hands gripped the meat of your hips so hard it was leaving marks to help you meet his thrusts, the way his holy pendant was swinging and hitting his chest as he was fucking you relentlessly, it was overwhelming in the most carnal way and you loved it. Your eyes focused on his pendant for a second longer, a symbol of purity on a backdrop of sin, and you had no idea why it only served to turn you on more.

"So good~" you moaned as your back arched once again. " 'M close, ah! Sydney!"

"Yeah?" his voice was raspy and breathless. "You gonna cum for me, beloved? Oh, yes, please, please give yourself to me!" His thrusts started becoming hastier in an attempt to chase both of your climaxes. His voice was choked and his breathing was becoming more and more erratic, it was like music to your ears. "I want you, I love you! Cum for me, cum on my cock like the good girl that you are."

And then you felt it again, a sudden surge throughout your body as your leg that was not on his shoulder and your hands were fighting to keep him inside you. Your walls clenched around his length and he let out a choked cry, hips stumbling before you felt him fill you up with a few more deep pumps. His body fell on top of you, completely spent, and you felt his hand grasp yours and interlace your fingers.

You were suddenly overcome by a small fit of giggles and he looked up at you from your shoulder, smiling at your beaming face, your eyes closed in bliss.

"That felt good?" he asked.

"Mhmmm."

You snuggled your face in his cheek for a second, giving him sweet pecks, before he turned and placed a chaste kiss on your lips. You hummed in pleasure and let your arm fall around his neck, keeping him close to you and feeling your sore body beginning to relax.

You felt his kisses trail down the column of your neck and on your chest. When you felt him grab your thighs and parting them your eyes snapped open.

"W-wait, Sydney! What are you doing?"

He didn't answer, instead looking at your quivering core and how his cum dripped out of you, down your ass and staining the sheets beneath you. You saw his tongue dart out to wet his lips and you recognised that look.

Now you really were in trouble.

You remembered that day in the temple when he had claimed you as his lover and given himself to you in return. You remembered the ravenous look in his eyes and the smog that turned him wild with lust. This time, you were in the comfort of his bedroom, nowhere near that sacred prayer room, and yet he was gripping your flesh with the same determination and hunger as when you first defiled him.

Lowering his body on the bed, his cock brushed against your leg and you realised he was still hard. You scrambled to push yourself up into a sitting position, stuttering out useless pleads for him to let you rest a bit, one hand on his shoulder to push him away from between your legs. You felt your tired muscles shake and goosebumps overtake your skin when he looked up at you from under his lashes, a wicked smile spreading on his beautiful lips before his arms pulled your body towards him roughly, forcing you to fall back onto the bed.

"I don't think you understand, lover," he spoke, tone dangerously laced with honey. "I'm not done with you yet. And I won't be until I make sure you're thoroughly fucked into this mattress and forget how to even speak."

His arms were holding your legs locked across his shoulders, one arm spread across your stomach, effectively holding you in place and leaving no chance of escape. You tried to close your thighs on his head and pull on his hair, hoping the pressure and pain will push him away, but it only earned you a lewd moan from the man before he chuckled darkly.

"You really think that's gonna stop me?" he gave your clit a kiss and you gasped at the sensation. "No chance, lover. So go ahead, be as rough as you need to be, take anything you want from me and fucking use me."

You let out a choked moan when his tongue dragged over your overstimulated folds, his hands kneading your thighs and keeping you from pulling away. It was futile to fight it and you knew it, mind and body torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer. His tongue lapping and sucking at your core had you seeing stars, his groans vibrating on your sex and before you knew it, it felt like the entire world was spinning. Your jumbled thoughts could not be put into words, and anything coming out of your mouth were either sinful moans or praise and pleads, an incoherent string of "fuck, Syd, please, 's too much!" and "there, yes, oh fuck, right there, so good!"

Sydney was just as far gone as you were, drinking in all the sounds that you were making and lapping at the mess that you both made, a sense of pride swelling in his chest knowing how he was the only one who could do this to you. The only one who could defile you and who could be defiled by you. He loved you. He needed you. He needed more.

His tongue circled your entrance a few times before plunging in you, his thumb from the hand he had spread on your stomach lowering to rub your clit and you let out a sob from the overwhelming feeling. The way his arm was holding your hips down made it impossible for you to thrash around, sweat dripping down your body and breathing laboured.

Before you knew it, you came with a shout of his name and pulled at his hair. He moaned, but refused to stop, and from the way the shivers kept cascading down your body and your muscles ached, you felt like you were about to pass out. You were now a puddle in his hands, speaking in tongues, and you had no more power in your arms to fight, only to pull at his strands mindlessly.

He reached out with his other hand, groaning like man drunk on lust, and replaced his tongue with his fingers, his mouth now on your clit as his hips snapped against the mattress searching for relief. You couldn't even tell if you just came again or if you had a prolonged orgasm, brain mush and body ablaze with heat. The world was melting and the only thing you felt was your lover leaving his mark on your body with his.

You were radiating, and he was drinking you in like you were an oasis in the middle of the desert, basking in your light, your sounds, your smell, your heat. Soon, his hips started slowing down as he spilled his load on the bedsheets, the flame within his body only now relenting and allowing him to take a deep breath and relax his tense muscles.

Using his last bits of energy, he slowly detached himself from you and pushed himself up towards you, falling into the comfort of his pillows. Sydney took a mental note to change his bedding as soon as he regained his strength, but when he glanced up at you, his brain stopped functioning again. Your eyes were closed, swollen lips parted slightly as you caught your breath, your eyelashes gently brushing against your blushing cheeks as a few strands of hair fell down your face.

He thought you looked gorgeous.

Sydney reached out, gently brushing your messy hair behind your ear before he snaked his arms around you and pulled you to his chest. He placed a kiss on the top of your head, murmuring sweet words of praise and love. His fingers started massaging your scalp and you melted in his embrace, welcoming his touch once again.

Sydney worshipped you. You were the light of his life, the idol he venerated, the only one who could put his heart in a chokehold, and with you snuggled in his arms, safe and sound, he knew what true happiness meant. True salvation, devoid of the teachings of the temple. And as he held you close to his heart, he realised something.

His God was dead. You killed Him. And with no one else left to save you two, he'd make sure you save each other.

[neetily]

Kinktober 2024 — Imaginary Best Friend Robin

— ✧ pairing: M!Robin / F!Reader — ✧ genre: smut 18+ — ✧ word count: 7,102 — ✧ warnings: dubcon, imaginary friend, manipulation, breakup, ex boyfriend (role-play), shapeshifting, creampie — ✧ synopsis: hey, i know that it's been a while since we hung out, but i miss you. and you've really left me no other choice at this point...

— ✧ A/N: ONCE AGAIN I APOLOGISE FOR BEING LATE. and i thank you all for your patience, again. the winter blues killed me, but i finally got through this and hope you all enjoy... even the robin haters that follow me x finally. kinktober has ended <3...

— ✧ kinktober masterlist

Existence comes to him suddenly and all at once, like an abrupt eruption spilling out from the recesses of your weary mind— and it’s immediately disorienting. The once dormant volcano of his life pulled into awakened with a promise, shifting under the oppressive weight and pressure that real life provides. It’s a bit jarring at first, as if being reborn into something new, someone new, prompting him into blinking a few times to rid the obscuring bright lights that intrude upon his fresh new mind for a moments breather. And it aches too, just a little, to greet the immediate upset that life has thrown at you; and by extension, himself. Seeping into his own body like it’s supposed to, because at the end of the day, he is you, isn’t he?

But as always, you remain blinding to him regardless. A stark contrast to his usual life in the dark, he cant help but to want to be more like you. Or, is it that he wants more of you? He never did answer that question in his loneliness.

A light in the pitch black, gentle hope where none is to ordinarily be found. It’s frustrating just how much he has to rely on you simply to exist, tugging on the edges of your mind every now and then to remind you of his simple validity, of his sole reason for living. But alas. It’s difficult not to dislike you, despite your abandonment… As if he was borne out of the self criticism you’ve given yourself over the years. A deeply burrowed yearning for something more, to become bigger and better than you’ve thus allowed him to be.

And he’s been waiting for an opportunity like this for years. Seething to himself in silence when you’d all but forgotten about him. And now that you need some help, you come seeking him? Out of everybody you could have reached out to, no one does it better than him, right?

Well, he’s not about to let you squander this prime opportunity by pushing back against him again. Not this time, not ever again.

Silence fills the empty space left between himself and you, or you and himself— it’s hard to discern where he begins and you end when you’re one in the same and he hasn’t been allowed to stretch his limbs for himself in what feels like an eternity. He knows that he needn’t use verbal speech to communicate with you, what with the fact that he usually resides within your mind space anyway and can talk just fine through thoughts alone. But tonight feels like a special occasion, doesn’t it? A shared understand of something brewing deep beneath the surface, a sharp edge to what once was soft eyes and childish giggles.

He’s grow up right alongside you too, y’know.

“Hi.” He eventually smiles, deceptively warm in his wanting to appear still yet friendly, even after your adulthood abandonment. Couldn’t stay away from him for too long, could you? Not when life has got you down, and nobody else is willing to stand up for you except your long time best friend Robin. As it always has been, and should be, as far as he’s concerned. “Long time no see.”

Silence once again occupies the room, and he takes the brief moment to focus in on all of the changes you’ve made since he was last perched upon your bed like this, since it’s been so long. All the new decorations, posters, trinkets, everything new that you’ve accumulated during his forceful absence… And, the new sheets that you’re currently balled up into are pretty too, like they’d protect you from all the bad in the world.

Silly, that’s what he’s for, right?

But when you fail to come out from hiding, no doubt afraid of the sudden deeper voice booming in your small private space, he lets out a friendly enough chuckle as a means to disarm you. Something endearing, something that’ll clue you in to exactly who he is so as to not scare you any further. Because he’d never truly wish to terrify you, even if he thinks you’re just so cute when asking him for help.

“You’ve changed a lot…” he trails off in genuine thought, humming to himself at the sight of all the new colours and textures and smells that surround him. “F-for the better, I mean!” he’s quick to reassure you, stuttering over his own words through how little his voice has been in use as of late, coughing to clear his nervousness when he feels your weight shift from under those safety blankets. Just a small shuffle, uncertainty present in the way you still yet remain hidden from his eager eyes.

C’mon, it’s been so long… Lemme see yo. Didn’t you wanna see me? Isn’t that the sole reason I’m here? C’mon, just a little more, promise to play nice…

Unsure of how long he’s got in your presence before you decide to shut him out for good again, or until you decide you need a well rested break with your good pal Robin, he decides to continue the conversation with or without you. Sighing briefly to himself to relieve some built up tension before tugging on your sheets absentmindedly. He can feel how nervous you are to meet him again— perhaps a little guilty too, right?

“Don’t you recognise me?”

There’s a twinge of pain to his words, hidden amongst the giddy excitement that’s difficult to quell upon seeing his bestie after such a long and lonely break. You did miss him, right? Though surely not as much as he missed you, evident from the way he practically shakes before you, unable to fully hide his true intentions despite the playful sadness that taints his voice. Its just that it’s been so long since he last saw you, and at the end of the day, he can do naught else but be thankful for the sole reason behind his existence.

It’s so good to see you again, even if you’re acting rather shy. He’s always been the best at entertaining you, especially throughout childhood when you had no one else to call friend.

And he deserves a little more respect for spending all that time in isolation, don’t you think?

“It’s me,” he tries again, smiling kindly through his words though you may not see it— it just comes so naturally to him regarding you. The niceties and hesitation. “We used to play together all the time, remember?” Emphasis on the all, because God… not a day went by when you were younger that he wasn’t by your side, too. Experiencing life with you, helping you through rough and tough times, and celebrating its victories right alongside you. There’s simply no way you could have truly forgotten all about him… right?

Of course not. Because all it takes is a brief pause, a shared held breath of confusion and interest all in the same, for you to realise your mistake and greet your old friend in kind with a rather small sounding little “… Robin?”

It’s enough, he thinks to himself. Affection welling in his heart at the meek tone you adopt, the sound of his name falling from your pretty hidden lips prompting his grin to widen and hurt his cheeks. Your uncertain nature is familiar to him, a home comfort after so long apart. You always were a shy little thing, which is why you likely made him in the first place.

“Yeah, yeah! It’s me, don’t you wanna play again? That’s why I’m here, right?”

He can sense your apprehension, though he’s not sure if it’s borne mostly out of fear from having him manifest by your side like how he used to when you were a kid, or because you feel unable to let go of things now that you’re older. As if you shouldn’t be relying on him so much, when that’s quite literally all he was borne to do. And, quite frankly, it’s all he ever wants to do— maybe even a little more, now that he’s as old as you are now. He can do so much more for you, if only you’d reach out for him more often.

He wonders if you think he’s grown up well too. Take a peek.

He doesn’t want to scare you off too much though, not yet… you’re still a little vulnerable, he understands. If you weren’t, he wouldn’t have suddenly re-appeared in your life, right? He’s gotta take his time, treat you with patience and care; right before taking exactly what he wants, that is.

So, ever so softly, he tuts down at you with loving intent. A gentle sound meant to coax you out, as you have so tenderly done so with him. Even his voice, after he takes a moment to allow you space, is as soft as ever. A taunt, maybe.

“Dont’cha wanna come out of hiding?” he prompts you, poking the lump under your sheets as lightly as he can, but he can’t stifle the light giggle that escapes him when you stiffen up in response. “I only wanna help you, promise…”

That’s it, just a small amount of manipulation, enough to have you wiggling under the sheets some more only to poke your head out from under them. And oh, what a pretty sight that immediately greets him, his chest instantly tightening with the grip you have on him— you’ve grown up very well, he suddenly decides. His heart racing at the mere sneak peek you’ve allowed him thus far, like he was a little kid all over again. He knew that all this waiting around in the dark abyss of your mind would be worth something, and he’s happy to see that he was right upon viewing your pretty face again.

Perhaps too much so, given the way he has to move around to hide his ill-intentioned love. Tugging on his jumper idly to obfuscate between his legs from your view.

“I— I mean… It’s been so long…” you almost whimper, like you’re afraid to admit your neglect so openly and honestly. Though there’s really no need, he’s here now, and that’s what matters most, right?

“It has been a while, huh?” he smiles down at you, a genuine show of his joy from finally, after all those long years alone, getting to see you and hear you again. He’s fucking missed you, and it suddenly hits him all at once as a lump grows big in his throat. Of which he does his best to swallow, for there are far more important matters to attend to tonight that don’t include bawling his eyes out in sheer bliss from being by your side again. There’s gonna be time to sob and reminisce together soon enough— but he wants to have his fun tonight. “I think we both look a bit different since we last hung out…” he inspects himself with curiosity, “D’ya think you could come out a little more? Wanna greet my old friend right!”

There’s no guilt to be had in sweet talking you out like this, because you always were a shy one. You’d get nowhere in life if not for a little prodding! So you should be thankful that he’s back again, ready to give you the little shove you need to fall off the ledge and onto his lap.

Eventually.

He wants to ease you into him again, warm you up a little, as it were. Disallowing you the opportunity to respond to his teasing by talking before you get the chance to reply, distracting you with meaningless small talk as he grows closer to your huddled form one slow inch at a time.

“Oh! Do you still have that console we use to game on all the time? I don’t remember the last time I played with you…” he trails off in thought, doing his best to recollect exactly when the last time you called upon him for some late night gaming together, and yet all he turns up is empty.

And you seem to pick up on his frustrated state, letting the sheets fall from your pretty body with a pitying gasp. “Robin,” you regard him with utter sympathy, showing your soft underside to his wanting teeth. “I’m— God, I’m so sorry— Y’know, that I, uh… I mean, it’s good to see you again, and…”

Bingo. Got you right where he wants you, pliant and begging for his forgiveness. It’s when you’re most malleable— no one knows you better than yourself, or in this case, himself, and so it’s easy to play your own worst qualities against you when you’re such a soft little idiot. Because he has all those issues too; he’s just spent enough time in solitary confinement to learn how to quell the need to please most of all.

And yet still, he yearns to earn your affections. Tutting down at you softly, as if consoling a child. Dirty words clinging to the tip of his tongue that he sucks back against his teeth, unable to meet your gaze the whole way as his eyes flutter shut to the sight of your furrowed brows and clutching bed sheet fists. You’re cute. Too cute for your own good, really.

Maybe the time spent away from you was necessary after all, allowing him ample opportunity to grow strong against your charms in the meantime.

“Shh, shh,” he hushes you gently, cooing towards you as he shuffles closer still, until his face is right before your own and he can press his forehead against your own in a loving gesture of trust. A misplaced gesture, but an attempt nonetheless to save face before he follows through on his long time coming plans for you. He’s been patient thus far, so he sure he can hold off for a little longer— in spite of the way his pants grow tighter the longer you pout up at him so prettily, fuck. Like you’re doing it on purpose, right? “It’s okay, promise,” he lets his breath fan across your face, hot and heavy to serve as a reminder that he’s very much real and alive and right next to you right now, lest you forget the very real threat he currently presents. That, and it’s exciting, is it not? To finally meet again after all those long years… “I’m glad you were doing well enough to not need me, if anything!”

Because he only shows up when you truly need him, right? When you’re all alone, lost and confused in the big scary world known as reality. At least you know that he will always be right there and waiting patiently for you to rely on him again, your best friend since childhood, right?

Though, when he picks up on the fact that you’re not so convinced of his genuine feelings for you, and that he’d never want you to feel sorry for him under any circumstances, he takes the opportunity to butter you up some more. Just a little foreplay before the main event, nursing his growing erection by pulling your dropped bed sheets over his own lap so that he has selfish access to more of your grown up body. Pretty and grown— just like him, right? Maybe that little shy eyelash flutter you send his way is the sudden realisation that he’s not some young boy anymore either, no more a child than you are in this moment. And he’s awfully close to you just now, isn’t he? Flustering you up with his sweet words and kind gestures…

“Now c’mon, less of the pity party and more of the telling me what’s wrong. It’s why I’m here, right?” He offers you, cupping your cheeks in his warm hands so as to steal your undivided attention with a soft, albeit cheeky, smile. Because he knows exactly what he’s doing to you right now, and he needn’t notice the slight pink that now taints your cheeks to intrinsically understand that he’s getting under your skin. Almost as if… you can tell that he wants you, without him needing to explicitly state as much.

Which would make sense, given that he only exists as an extension of yourself. But this song and dance is fun in its own right too, a game of cat and mouse. Cops and robbers. He wonders who will break first.

And he prays that it’ll be you.

Just a little more prompting, and he’s sure your nervous shakes will stop. Removing his forehead from your own just to drink up the sight of the unsure expression your wear when regarding him, lips slightly apart as if you want to admit truth to him, but have yet to let your defences down enough to allow him entry. That’s okay, he’ll worm his way inside soon enough. And besides, you look real fucking pretty when staring back at him with such a dumb expression.

“Y’know,” he releases his hold of your cheeks too, instead allowing one hand to rest on your thigh and the other to travel feather light up and down your exposed arm. It’s the little things, at the end of the day, that’ll have your legs opening for him. And he’s nothing if not thorough in his understanding of your wants, wishes, and needs. And what you need right now is him, correct? “You can always open up to me whenever— no judgement! I’m your best friend after all.” He’s kind enough to remind you, smiling through the thinly veiled manipulation as his touch prompts you into shivering against his fingertips, something that he wholly welcomes with open arms, because he knows that his sweetening up of you is working. Soon, he’ll have you right where he wants you, and—

You interrupt his train of thought with a heavy sigh. Deep and slow, as if steadying yourself for something. And he briefly wonders if you’ve caught on to his true intentions, but the way you nervously look around the room before biting down on your bottom lip tells him otherwise.

You’re nervous. Not because of him, not with the way you melt into his warm touch, right? No, it’s because—

“We broke up.”

Riiiiiight, you were seeing someone new, weren’t you? He can’t quite recall just how long ago, or what he looked like, or what his name was. Something... blonde, right? More bite than bark, but definitely a lot of bark, too. He has vague memories of disliking him, pounding against the edges of your mind to be let free, to show you exactly how you deserve to be treated, and yet… well, he’s just glad that you’re all alone now. Caught under the covers with that pretty puppy look you wear oh so well, begging for him. Not your ex, or any other random man he’s sure you could pull from the streets— but him. His forgiveness and help, yeah? Oh, you poor thing… your ex must have really gotten under your skin to leave you resorting to him now, pawing eagerly at your old best friend for some well worn comfort in such trying times.

But Robin can hardly blame the guy for ruining you. He’d like to do the same, ultimately. And he’s about to, after a little more consoling. Gotta get you in the right mindset for it, warm you up to his needy touch and leering eyes before finally taking what he rightfully deserves. Keeping his touch as light as possible on your shivering skin, if only to allow you the space to continue opening up to him.

It’s for your own good, he muses to himself.

“It, uh… Yeah, it’s been weighing on me, I think…” you mutter, mumbling to yourself at the end as if you were ashamed of how much some idiot has you feeling down, but this is a reason to celebrate, no? Now you should have no qualms with his advances, a sly smile tugging on his lips at the sound of your misfortune.

“Ah,” he hums down at you in faux thought, taking a moment or two not because he has to be careful with his words, but instead to show you a false sense of care. An attempt to hide just how thankful he is to learn of your troubles, when he really can’t think of anything better right now. “I see… So, you need some cheering up?” He prompts you, dropping both his hands down to your thighs with a soft squeeze, and the way you jolt a little in response does nothing to dissuade him. If anything, it only strengthens his resolve to softly open you from the inside out. Leave his hands marked over every inch of you so that you can never forget about him ever again, letting his nails bite into you just a little, the smallest amount, as a silent threat. A dare, even. Dare you to try and leave me again.

“R-right…” you stutter, and he can hear the physical gulp you make when he meets your gaze with a smitten smile. That’s it, he thinks to himself. That’s all the consent he needs, really. Just a spark, because he knows you so well, doesn’t he? The best, even. A conjuration of your own imagination, only now in the flesh. Touching you, letting his hands roam up and down from your knee to almost your inner thigh— he hasn’t crossed the unspoken boundary yet, has he?

“Just, um… Robin—” you whisper his name, and he can’t wait to hear it falling from your lips later tonight. Hopefully louder, and more fraught with need, as opposed to with confusion and worry.

“Yes?” He replies simply, far more focused on how soft and squishy your thighs feel under his lecherous touch, biting down on his tongue to withhold the sinful compliments he wants to spill, because he doesn’t want to scare you off when he’s already came this far.

“Could— can you maybe wait a bit?”

“For what?”

“Um…” he knows exactly what you want to ask for, but he’s not gonna feed you the answers on a silver platter. Cocking an eyebrow up at you when you struggle to get your words out, making it ever difficult for you as his hands finally settle on your inner thighs and you’re forced into squeaking in response. “T—This,” you motion to your thighs, tenderly covering his hands with your own in such an affectionate manner that he can’t help but to gasp in response, you fucking tease. “Can we, uh…”

“Look,” he steals the moment away from you, pouncing on your inability to stand up for yourself—just look at your ex boyfriend, God—taking the opportunity to force himself further against you. Enough to have your body leaning back against the bed headboard with his hands nestled neatly at either side of your lap. He has to stretch some to properly hover over you, but it’s so worth it given the way you stare back at him all dewy and doe eyed. His tone is low and rough when he speaks, “I just wanna make you feel better. Look after an old friend, right?” He nods down at you, insinuating something he’s sure is clear on your mind when your lip wobbles in response, and yet still, you hesitate. And for as frustrating as it is to see you so unsure of yourself, of him, he can’t deny that it’s exciting to chase after you like this. Mimicking your pretty pout when you mull over his words silently, huffing and puffing to yourself as if it were even a question.

It wasn’t, by the way. You don’t have a choice in this matter, silly little lamb. It was your mistake to seek his help again. Your mistake to leave him unattended for so long.

It’s not up to you to decide how he helps you now.

“That’s all, promise.” He does his best to reassure you, but the twitch in his pants at the mere position he’s in betrays him. If you can even see it, that is. Cock angled down towards your cunt as your gaze struggles to remain on his own, wandering around your room as if doing so would somehow help you escape, or make him disappear.

But he’d never leave a poor friend in need! No, you taught him so much better than that! Squeezing at your thigh a few more times before lowering his head to rest in the crook of your neck for a deep, selfish inhale of your scent. Something he’d innocently wanted to do just to sniff how much you’ve grown, but it only serves to have him gasping for air and his eyes rolling to the back of his skull once your smell engulfs him whole and he realises just how close he is to obtaining everything he’s ever wanted.

“Thanks.” He whispers genuinely against the shell of your ear, making sure his hot breath makes you all hot and bothered with a cheeky grin plastered on his face.

And he means it, even as you further freeze when he pulls back only to  ‘accidentally’ reveal his erection— it’s getting there, he has the urge to promise you. But nonetheless allows you to sit in stunned silence to gawk at the childhood friend he’s now become. All grown up, resembling more of a man than you’re used to, right?

He’s mid way through taking his shirt off for your viewing pleasure before you find the strength to speak up, and he smiles to himself at the worried tone you carry with your words. Too cute for your own good.

“Is… Do you really think this is a good idea, Robin?”

Oh, you sweet little thing… In some respects, he can understand your ex for toying with you. Playing with such naivety sure is a lot of fun. And the sheer innocence of it all, of the way you’re acting in particular, like you’d expected him to remain the same way he always was when you left him, has him gagging for it. A tight ball curled up in his tummy, a closed throat begging to relay filth. He wants for nothing more than to steal your innocence away, keep it all for himself forever and ever.

Which is why he simply nods down at you, slow and assured, letting out a quiet little mhm before throwing his shirt to the side to hook his thumb under his bottoms idly.

“Can think of nothing better, really,” he answers honestly, through all of the lies and manipulation it’s taken to get here, he’s not about to just leave himself all high and dry simply because you’re feeling unsure. After all, he’s just as much you and you are yourself, and he figures that’s gotta count for at least something. He knows what you like, what you really want, deep down in the pit of your stomach— the things you’re afraid to admit in the mirror. “C’mon, you too.” He prompts urgently, doing his best not to rush you per se, but the thick throb of his cock urges him to continue. Push past your insecurities for the greater good.

He only wants to selfishly make you feel all better again…

When you make no attempt to move and do as he says, he carefully hooks his hands under your shirt to tug it upwards, selectively ignoring your sputters and mumbles because you practically allow him to undress you without much complaint anyway. You always were a meek little pushover, and he’s all too happy to exploit it for his own benefits.

That being the sight of your tits—though still hidden behind your bra—they’re so pretty. Nice and full; he can’t stop himself from tenderly reaching out to give em a quick squeeze to test their softness. And the resulting huff of air you let out has his head spinning, tongue poking at the inside of his cheek in horny frustration for how cute you are. Well worth the wait, he instantly decides. Letting his thumb dig under your bra strap enough for it to fall to your side, tickling his way to around your back to one hand unhook the garment with a loving sigh.

He doesn’t mean to move so fast, but the flood is coming, and he’s incapable of stopping it all by himself.

His voice comes out a little raspy when he compliments you, a hushed “Gorgeous…” escaping him at the mere sight of your tits, exhaling heavily when he rolls a nipple between his thumb and finger, and you instinctively arch into his perverted touch. Like your body knows that you want him too, right? Deep down, you yearn just as much as he does.

Evident from the fact that he’s currently undressing completely before you because he doesn’t know how to hold back or wait, stepped off the bed for just a moment to expose himself, cocky confidence present in the way he easily slips back between your legs once naked to toy with the edge of your bottoms absently.

“Robin, I—” your stutters interrupt his self indulgence, but he gives you his full attention anyway. Because he truly does love you, yknow. Would give you the world if he could— hell, he might as well craft you one right here, right? “I’m not so sure if— if this is a good, um… good idea, yknow?”

“Baby…” he coos, rubbing soothing circles against your hips before slowly dragging your bottoms off anyway, keeping them in the same pile of all the other discarded clothing items. “Is it because you’d rather it was someone else?” head tilted to the side with his question, he figured you might need something like this to feel a little more comfortable the first few times he fucks you, so he doesn’t mind accommodating you in the meantime.

You will wish it to be him eventually though, he’s sure of it.

The benefits of being your imaginary friend, located deep in your mind space, is that he can mold this world to his liking— and that includes himself. Waiting for you to blink before switching to the spitting image of your ex boyfriend, cock and all. Reaching down to wag it against your front, a quick few taps against your exposed slit with a sharp intake of air. Though it’s his first time feeling your wet little cunt riding against the tip of his cock, maybe you’ll get on better with the thought of your ex coming back to reconcile with you, yeah?

“Look,” he begs of you, voice a tinge deeper, darker, maybe. One that commands your attention with a low tut— he’ll have you reacting that way to his own voice soon enough, he promises you. “I can be anyone you want me to be,” he sighs softly, forcefully dragging his cock down and pushing it back up with his hand wrapped tight around the base of it, his head hanging low at just how good you feel already for him, slicking him up so well now that he’s pretending to be your ex lover— you fucking loser. “All you gotta do is ask, I can do anything for you in here, just—”

He’s not sure what he wants to say next, stunned into silence given the look of absolute worry you wear when he takes a glance at your pretty face. It has him promptly catching his tip onto your entrance on instinct alone, letting out the softest little moan at the way you instantly twitch for more around him— so you do want him. Or is it because you wanna fuck through the left over feelings from your ex?

Either way, he’s not complaining. He could never, especially not given the way you automatically cling to him, shivering like you were cold despite the warm heat that not only engulfs him, but also from how hot and heavy his cock feels as he pushes inside. No time to wait, God, hasn’t he waited long enough? Holding on to a shared breath for just a moment or two, fucking little humps in and out of you to wet his whole cock sticky until he’s able to rest balls deep in your tight little hole and he can finally exhale.

He just— he doesn’t— God, he’s been waiting so fucking long to feel this exact wetness. Dripping all over him, tightening and constricting his movement to small ins and outs; he doesn’t ever wanna fully leave your hole ever again. Just wants to make you feel good, yeah? Be whoever you need or want him to be. Have you solely rely on him for eternity.

That’s what best friends are for.

For pinning you down by your hips so that he has enough leverage to draw his hips back just enough to leave his tip inside, the resulting tight suck of your cunt just begging to keep your ex’s cock throbbing against your walls is almost too much to bear, his heart stuttering through a few beats when you pout so prettily up at him as if he was being unfair.

When really, you’re the one treating him so unfairly, silly!

Squeezing his tip so well, leaving him struggling for air as he huffs out in an attempt to lift that fuckers blonde bangs out of the way— solely so that he may appreciate how cute you look when he steals you from the inside out. Literally and figuratively, holding you hostage within your own mind so as to have his way with you, and some fun too while he’s at it. He’s got no choice but to slowly roll his hips back into you, a slow in and out for you to once again grow accustomed to the cock that’s been fucking you for a while now—he’s sure not to go too fast, not until he’s able to fuck his own cock inside of you, his own shape—with gentle moans slipping past his tongue in sheer awe of how perfect you feel. Like he always knew you would feel, honestly.

Growing up with you, he’s been privy to details others might not have been. Like the best ways to touch yourself, or what sort of kinks you’ve got, and how much you want. Always wanting, aren’t you? And he’s so willing to give it all to you and more, fuck, you can’t even begin to understand just how badly he wants nothing more than you. You, you, you, babbling something on the end of his cock as he riles himself up into picking up speed, just a little bit— enough to have you once again arching up into him, or into your ex? Fuck, he doesn’t care anymore. Can’t, really, when you sound so fucking sweet under him like that, choking on your words in a mix of pleasure and confusion. You’re so pretty when you’re being so malleable, lulling into his lap as he thrusts in and out exactly how you like.

You’re so easy to use. It’s no wonder you were so easy to abuse, too.

All of his praise gets all choked up when he hears the bed squeak from under him, shaking under the heavy weight of his deliberate thrusts. His convincing fucks, attempting to win you over in spite of his outward appearance— doesn’t he fuck better than him? Better than anyone ever will, hovering above you to make sure you can’t escape his grip, nor his leering gaze, and especially not his throbbing cock. All veiny and fat, pumping at such a rhythm to leave you in a silent plea for more, he assumes. And you’re just gushing around him too, clawing at his arms for any semblance of purchase— or are you trying to push him away? A sly smile appearing on his lips to contrast your open mouthed whines; try as you might, he’s not letting you go for a fucking second.

You just feel too good to stop, really. What was once a perverted dream has now became reality, and he’s physically forced into humping your shape into the sheets below with sheer need, like it’s intrinsic to him to be on top of you, balls slapping against your backside, inevitably fucking you up the bed a little from how eager his thrusts are. “Can’t stop—” he eventually apologises, though it’s not a real sorry from the get go. A platitude at most, because he’d never be sorry about making you sound so pretty, all high pitched and greedy, body begging him for more given the way your hole practically sucks him off with slick. How it drools out of you, his own precum spilling around his fat intrusion and down into a puddle to stain your sheets as a reminder of his affections.

Look, it begs, how well I fuck you.

“Feeling good?” he taunts you from above, in a voice not of his own, but the manner. The attitude of it, shared only amongst the bestest of friends. Communicating I told you so in one raise of his brow, though short lived as it may be due to how much he struggles to keep up with himself. Fucking himself stupid, because he can’t control his actions, because he’s finally gotten everything he’s ever wanted, and he wants more.

So he paws at your tits too, rough and unruly with his tough. Perhaps a little influence from his shapeshifting into your ex? Oh how he used to hurt you, right? And Robin wouldn’t want to do that to you, not on purpose anyway. And yet still, he pinches at your nipples unfairly so, just to hear you make those squeaky cries for a break again and again, the feeling of your nails digging into his tensed up arms is so nice too, especially when paired with the way your lashes flutter shut in pure bliss. God, he knows he must be right. Can feel the way your legs obviously shake behind him, and the way your cunt quivers around his cock, and how you can’t get a single straight forward sentence out, and—

“Wait!” you yelp, both pained and unwilling, an impulsive thought turned verbal. C’mon, you don’t really want him to stop, do you? You’re so close! His free hand snaking between where his cock pumps you full to rub generous circles around your clit for a little more convincing, promising to help you feel better than you’ve felt in weeks since the breakup, if only you’d give in just a little more—

“Wanna feel it,” he selfishly admits, drooling over the way you writhe and tremble under him; you’re so hot when you’re trying to hold back, y’know that? That cute little scrunched up face you wear has his cock twitching some more, balls taut at the sight of your tightly closed fists barely knocking against his chest. You’re real cute for thinking you’ve got a chance. So cute, fuck, he loves you so much that he can barely stand to make you wait any longer, pressing tighter circles against your sensitive clit, a little sloppy and a little messy because he knows you like it that way, and you can’t fucking escape his seedy touch, fucking into you more fervently now the closer you get, and he grabs and tugs at your tits more as a means to stay grounded, but it helps that the action has you moaning even louder than before, and “Give it t’me, please—” he ends up begging, whining himself from how absurdly good your fighting back has him feeling.

And he wanted to last longer, in truth. But he’s happy to have at least lasted long enough to feel you cream his cock as he shoots the fattest load of his life deep into your pretty cunt. All puffy and red, he pulls your lips aside to get a better look at how well you take his cum, how it oozes out of you from the copious amounts of it, and how fucking pretty the sight is to behold. Humping into you just a little more to fuck you through your orgasm, as thanks for how breathless he is during his own, before falling over you to encase you in his own heat as the lack of concentration causes him to return to his normal self. Plain old Robin, heaving against your equally panting chest as a stark reminder of exactly who just made you feel so good, who still has you yet trembling and whining idly as he allows you space to come down from your high.

It’s hard to deny you feel better, he bets.

And it’s not long before he peppers your forehead in many little kisses as you lay dazed with this stupid look on your face that he just adores so much. Can’t contain himself, affection dripping from every quick lipped kiss pressed against every inch of your face that he can reach and then some, finally settling on your lips to which he’s unbothered about the fact that you don’t reciprocate in kind— you’ve just came. He understands the need to go slow, and he’s got all the time in the world to give you as much as you need.

Because this is it, he muses to himself. Here, with you under him and in his arms, dizzy and exhausted from getting fucked as good as he can give, this is it. Light laughter crawling up his throat for him to cough away— “You’re amazing,” he praises you honestly, nuzzling his nose against your cheek before exhaling contentedly, repositioning your relaxed body so that you’re facing him on your side, and he can cuddle you all night long if he so wishes. “I mean really, fuck—” barked laughter escapes him in utter disbelief, “Dunno what your ex was thinking, but God— ‘M never letting you go.”

And unfortunately, he truly means it. In every sense of the word, pulling you closer to his chest so that you can hear just how hard his heart thumps for you, even now as he comes down from his high. Keeping you close like glue, where no one can ever hurt you again, all safe and sound in your own mind with the best company to date!

And when they find you, they’ll find no other explanation other than: a coma. Poor thing… he’ll stay with you throughout it all— you won’t have to suffer all alone ever again.

[woundedoves]

11 prompt with male/gn Eden from DoL and gn reader, please? 🥺🥺

M!Eden x Bottom GN!Reader + Clothed Sex

a/n: anon omfg idk if a divine being just didnt want me to publish this but while i was writing this someone logged into my e mail from a game i didnt even know i played??? fuckin call of duty??? like??? i had to do so much just to delete that damn account and unlink it and then had to change so many passwords and THEN i almost forgot to save this and had a mini heart attack but… we up

warnings: rough sex… its eden so ofc

You feel him growl against your neck as he pounds his fat cock into your ass with as much force as he can muster, the sounds he’s making sounds animalistic compared to your own weak whimpers as he completely fucks you like a fucktoy. He didn’t even wait for you to undress when he burst through the door after a hunt. Instead hoisting you from your arms, ripping your jeans off of your body and fucking into you like an animal in heat.

Even his own pants aren’t completely off. He only unzipped to take his cock out. You whine pathetically as you feel your insides burn from his cock’s assault, his cockhead abusing your sweet spot so much that there’s no pleasure left in it anymore. You only notice you’ve been crying when his calloused hands grip your chin and he bites your cheek, licking the mark and your tears afterwards.

You shiver as the metal on his belt digs into your sore ass when he stops thrusting and starts to just lower you onto his cock to take all of him. The rough texture of his jeans burn against your skin, making you groan. You hear him breath harshly as his cock starts to throb against your abused sweet spot, your arms are limp as is the case for your whole body while you let yourself drown in the harsh pounding he’s giving you.

You hear him growl again as your whole body stills when he slams your ass onto his dick and pumps you full of his load, not pulling out until his cock stops its spasms. Your hole quivers as your sex throbs painfully when you cum at the same time, trying to steady your breath as you feel his cum leak out of your ass, onto his cock and slowly onto his clothes.

You just know he’s not gonna wash that.

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꩜ Room Content: GN! Dom! Reader x Male! Sub! Sydney the Faithful, no gendered terms for reader, jerking Sydney off in a cinema, lmk if I missed out anything ! ꩜ A/N: This has been on my mind for so long, ugh the grip Sydney has on my mind is maddening. Might also do a corrupted Sydney version after this who knows teehee :3c

It was meant to be something relaxing. At least that's what Sydney had in mind when he agreed to a movie date with you at the cinema.

It's been a while since he's seen one so he thought that it'd be fun to watch one together. (He was even the one who suggested watching the newest romance movie after hearing about it from Robin.)

So how did it ever end up like this?

Maybe he should've paid more attention to Robin talking about the movie because when the beginning of a sex scene starts to play on the screen, he flushes instantly, hands shooting up and shielding his face to prevent him from seeing the lewdness on display.

His sudden actions catch your eye and you turn to take in the delicious view of your lover trying to tune out the raunchy moans from the actors, eyes squeezed shut and brows furrowed so cutely that you just want to eat him up ♡

Your hand finds its way over to the edge of his pants, pulling the band before letting it go, snapping against his skin. A squeak escapes him as his eyes fly open, surprised by your actions.

"W-what are you doing?" Sydney's voice is shaky, volume slightly above a whisper.

"I'm just helping distract you from the movie, angel. Now quieten down, you wouldn't want the people to realise, would you?"

Worried, he surveys the other cinemagoers around the both of you and breaths a sigh of relief when no one else heard the squeak he let out. Turning back to face you, he notices the hunger in your eyes and the blush on his cheeks deepen.

His hands are still held up in front of him so you take the opportunity to slip your fingers past his waistband, teasing at the rim of his boxers. The sensation of your fingers on the skin of his hips has him quivering but he makes no move to stop you from taking this even further. You press on, dipping into his boxers and when you come into contact with his already half-hard cock, he jolts in his seat, biting down on his lip to muffle any noises from him.

Leaning closer, you take his cock into your hand, gradually stroking him until he's hard and dripping. His self-restraint wavers when your nails glide across his slit, hips bucking up with a sharp gasp. Alarmed, his eyes dart around the surroundings, heart jackrabbiting in his chest at the prospect at getting caught. Working him up to his orgasm, he's squirming in his seat, moving one of his hands down to bite down on to stifle his moans as he loses himself in the pleasure you're showing him.

A harsh tug and a scratch along the underside of his dick is what tips him over the edge, he doubles over and his hands immediately shoot to grasp at your wrist so that he can rut into your hand as pure euphoria overtakes him. There's a wet patch growing on the fabric of his pants but he's too caught up in the bliss to notice.

After he rides out his high, he slumps back against the backrest, boneless and panting as he tries to process everything that just happened. Retracting your hand covered in his spend, you hold it before him, expectant. Hesitant, he slowly licks away his cum. He's slightly put off by the taste of his own cum at the start but determined, he carries on until your hand is completely cleaned. Giving your fingers one last suck, he pulls away, face still hot from arousal. As thanks, you grab his face and pull him in for a heated kiss that leaves him melting in his seat, his brain mushy. The only thing he can think of is you, you, you. + + Love

Well, he can't lie, he supposes the movie was relaxing in a way! - - Sydney's Purity

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Dr. Harper deciding they have to “test your senses/sensitivity to ensure your nervous system is in good working order.” Inspired by @pip-n-chips’s post about Harper testing your lung function by choking you out.

( MDNI, No Age in Bio DNI )

CW: unethical medicine, medical malpractice, unrealistic medicine, abuse of power, patient/care provider relationship, dub-con, hypnosis, handjobs/fingering. Mentions of somnophilia, drugs, aphrodisiacs

It is a little strange for your primary care doctor to insist on checking up on your eye, ear, and mouth health— tests usually run by Doctors who specialize in the field. But of course, Harper’s so matter-of-fact about it, ever the consummate professional, that you second-guess yourself for doubting them.

They start off fairly normally with an eye exam— testing your sensitivity to light. Dilating your pupils with medicine, leaving you unsteady and reliant on them to lead you for a time, should you need to go anywhere. They end up admiring your eye up close under the guise of an inspection, looking at your lashes, your pupil, the delicate web of capillaries running through the whites of your eyes and your cornea, orangey-red in the light they shine in.

The hearing tests are rather normal, except when you’re done, Harper startles you “by accident,” leaning in and whispering into your ear. You flinch at the warm air from their mouth, leaving Harper to hastily pull their medical mask back up and apologize, hiding their mischievous smile.

The smell tests are fairly normal as well— or so you think, eyes still dilated and unable to make much out. You may not even notice Harper’s death grip on their own thighs as they watch you unknowingly huff their cum from one of the testing vials.

Then it progresses to taste, and becomes a little more invasive. Harper dons a clean pair of medical gloves, pinching your tongue between their fingers to make you hold still. They place small flavor flakes on various points of your tongue, testing your sensitivities to sweet, salty, sour, bitter, umami. The Doctor writes down your results, slipping his fingers under his mask to taste your spit coating his fingers when you look away.

The last sense is touch. Doctor Harper starts small, running their fingertips over your skin lightly, carefully documenting every spot that that makes you shiver, every spot that makes you giggle, every spot that makes you flinch and try to squirm away. It progresses to deeper pressure, massaging and kneading your muscles to see how your body responds. “It’s necessary,” they’ll assure you. “We need to make sure your nervous system is in good working order, after all.” The sensitivity testing becomes more invasive— Harper slips their gloved fingers into your mouth again, gently stroking your tongue and the roof of your mouth. If you’ve been particularly difficult with the testing, they might be mean and try to trigger your gag reflex, just to watch you tear up and start to drool.

They slide their hand from your lips. They replace their gloves, and begin lubing their fingers, acting confused if you look suspicious and uncomfortable. “Of course, we’ll have to check your responsiveness as thoroughly as possible. I would be remiss as your primary care Doctor not to.” Your body relaxes itself at their words, your mind’s resistance eroded away by the sudden, hypnotic lull of their voice. They keep you as conscious and present as possible, so as to not tarnish the results of the test… but a little was necessary.

Harper clicks their tongue when you cum over their fingers, assuring you it’s a perfectly normal phenomena for this kind of procedure, muttering something about your sensitivity being in an ideal range or not— by what medical standards, you aren’t sure— but Harper quickly performs a few sensitivity tests after your orgasm, and then begins to work you towards a second. It seems like it’s never going to end— they take you over the edge over and over again, performing tests in between to see how your sensitivity changes.

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(A/N)

I was also going to include Harper testing Reader’s spice tolerance and pain tolerance, but it didn’t really fit well with the rest of the “timeline” of the story. Also, Harper is most definitely a psychological sadist, but I’m not sure to what extent they’re a physical sadist, so ¯\_(���)_/¯

Imagine Harper’s “medical” notes once Reader passes out… body diagrams labeling all of your most sensitive spots. Harper probably cums all over themself and/or those papers while trying to finish filling them out. They probably also fuck you while you’re passed out. You’re going to be sore when you wake up anyway, so what difference will you notice?

Imagine our dear Doctor testing Reader’s sensitivity in between edges rather than orgasms instead… and/or while Reader is under the influence of various drugs and aphrodisiacs🤭

Still working on F!Harper’s boobnosis, I promise 😭

[heartilyrins]

Hi! It's the anon that asked if she can drop Robin headcanons!

Sorry I didn't write them on ur previous blog, I was busy with exams. Then when I got free, ur blog went missing :(

So glad to have you back! Will you be playing hoyo's new game, ZZZ?

Also here's the headcanons i promised lol (unfortunately I forgot some of them)

*despite there being no difference in-game, i feel like some of Robin's habits will depend on both their and the PC's gender. For example; growing up, male!Robin and male!PC took showers together because they were afraid of Bailey walking in on them when one of them was alone (yeah I know Vrel confirmed that Bailey took care of the orphans till they got to a certain age but I hate that balding old prick too much to give him any sort of credit). Now that they both are older and need to secure that bag to prevent their asses from being sold off to whoever is feeling particularly freaky on a Saturday, they can't do that anymore. And that makes poor Robin feel lonely😔. He just wants to splash in the bathtub again for old times sake and totally doesn't want to oogle the pc while he relaxes, hair all wet and nice, is it really too much to ask for? (Yes Robin, It's too much to ask for. The PC needs to collect a shit ton of money from sources more reliable than a lemonade stand) so you can't really blame him for masturbating in the shower while fantasizing about PC walking in on him taking a normal shower and asking if he can join and maybe even fuck in there :(

In a scenario where Robin and PC are of opposite gender, they stopped taking showers way early compared to if Robin and PC had the same gender. While both Male!Robin and Female!Robin give (opposite gender)!PC personal space, they can't help but be curious, it's only natural after, I mean you guys have known each other since childhood right? So there's no harm in peeking at PC during the night when he/she is pleasuring herself/himself with his/her door cracked open just a tiny bit. Robin is not being a pervert! He/she is just protecting the PC by standing near there door and peeking every now and then <3

Ah but of course, all that is thrown out of the window if PC is actually related to them. Canonically If you don't romance Robin then you have a close friendship, one that is almost like having a sibling

Now in the messed up world of DOL, a place where you can literally grow cat ears by drinking milk and have to constantly worry about someone with a British accent jumping you for no reason at all other than the fact that they were horny and wanted to make it your problem, I present to you; Robin falling for their actual sibling.

Now at Low!Confidence, regardless of the PC's feelings, Robin would still not be pushy (though they will be a lot more touchy-feely and clingy) and keep their feelings to themselves.

High Confidence! Robin though?

Oh? PC is taking a shower? *joins in* hehe, why are you flustered? Nothing wrong with brothers/sisters/brother and sister/siblings taking a shower together :) here, let Robin help you apply some soap :))) no their hand did not touch the PC'S ass, it was the soap trickling down their back ;)

Also a person hill I would die on; while High Confidence!Robin would wake PC up for sex, LC!Robin sticks to taking care of themselves. If PC is a light sleeper then they masterbait while looking at PC'S face, secretly hoping (but also dreading) at they wake up. On the other hand, if PC is a heavy sleeper then male!Robin will sneakily try to please himself using PC'S thighs or rub against their ass. He's not brave enough to finish there though, so he sneaks off to the bathroom or his room to cum while thinking about PC. Fem!Robin is slightly more depraved and only stops after she finishes, but post-nut clarity hits her harder and he feels extremely guilty. Though, it all slowly goes away. After all, what PC doesn't know can't hurt them right :)

Hrrrrggggg, sorry if they weren't that good. English is not my first language and i haven't played the game in a while (though I'm slowly getting back)

Also if you ever do an anon list can i be ~🩵 anon?

Hope you had a nice day/evening!

OHHH PLEASEE 🥺🥺 I js realised I have NEVER wrote about dol until now and this thought makes me drool, sorry this took so long to reply.. This was like MONTHS ago.. ofc you can be 🩵 anon !!

Side note: since I only write for male characters and female readers, I will only be using Male!Robin and Female!PC ^^

// noncon, somno, drugs, incest

Anyways to continue the thought, I feel like Robin would have that one certain journey to get to where he will be—a depraved horny boy desperate to have sex with his leetle sis!!

It would start with certain touches as you said.. you both often have showers together! And as you grew up.. it was normal to have your brother have his hands all over you to spread the soap, wash your body and even your private spot ><

You’ve became used to showering with him, so it doesn’t even appear to you that he’s started getting touchy with you during showers.. One thing leads to another and then he starts to touch you out of showers too! Just.. close contact for now, he doesn’t want to make you so nervous.

Eventually he’ll get tired of just ‘touches’ and jerking off in front of your unconscious face. He starts to use drugs so he can use you while you’re asleep.. From then, there’s two ways this could go; either you got used to the drugs and wake up during it or he stops using drugs because he wants you awake!

But there’s no stopping with either options you have, he’ll try to reassure you that it’s all okay and that it’s normal while he’s tearing your cunt apart.. it’s up to you to believe it, because he won’t stop either way ><

copr. heartlyrins

[whitneys-puppyslut]

Slippery Slope

18+ / Minors DNI

Random thoughts about M!Whitney and petplay Includes: petplay, M!Whitney, gender-neutral PC, they/them pronouns, Whitney being down bad but not admitting it, exhibitionism, soft Whitney, cockwarming

Thinking of M!Whitney with a puppyboy or puppygirl or, for simplicity's sake, puppyslut. We all know he loves degrading PC and treating them like a worthless fucksleeve... so treating them like a filthy mutt doesn't seem too far off for his personality. But I feel like he'd be hesitant to engage in full-on petplay with PC. At first. Because although, yes, petplay comes with a considerable power imbalance and dom/sub dynamics and the degradation that Whitney thrives off of, it can also be very intimate and loving. Like, what is he supposed to do when PC wants pets and scritches while in puppyspace? That's too soft for him. He just wants to call them a stupid mutt and fuck their brains out. So he starts off with that. PC wears a pair of soft, floppy ears and a tail as their favorite bully plows into them from behind. Then that evolves into collars and leashes so he can yank their leash and drag them around the school that way. But like, if they already wear a leash, then surely it wouldn't hurt to take them on a walk. Naked. In public. Because it's a punishment, they've just been so defiant lately, they need to be put in their place. And naturally they'd be wearing the ears and tail (because they never seem to want to take them off). On that note, they seem to be enjoying their walk a little too much... judging by how much they're leaking from their puppy cunt/cock. But Whitney would be a fucking liar if he said he wasn't enjoying it, too... So he supposes it makes sense then, how the two of them got in this situation, with PC straddling his lap in the library, Whitney's thick cock stuffed in their soft wet hole, neither of them moving however. Instead, Whitney is cooing a mix of praise and degradation in their ear and gently petting their hair. PC's head is in the crook of Whitney's neck, gently nibbling at the skin there like a mouthy puppy. If their tail was real, it'd be wagging right now. Such an intimate scene. It almost doesn't sound like Whitney when he says– "Such a good puppy for me. Good slut. You deserve a reward, yeah?" –because he says it in such a calm, smooth, gentle tone. But it IS him, it's Whitney. And just that notion (and maybe also the mention of a reward) has PC squirming in his lap, ready for whatever their owner will give them.

[modern-gremlin]

I should really know better than to think I'll remain in a comfy position in bed when I'm catching up on fics I'M ACTUALLY PUNCHING THE AIR AND SCREAMING INTO A PILLOW.

I'm really normal about all of this. you are all so talented, I appreciate you and I regret nothing. <3

[mellowwillowy]

Lazy sex with Bailey is good-good. (Soft Yan Bailey AU)

He's too tired of extorting managing the orphans so the moment he plopped down into the bed with you, cuddling session is in need.

Looks like you've gotten the stockholm syndrome achievement, no more begging to leave the orphanage, he won't let you step out of the front door else Avery might see you.

If Avery sees you, he would inform Remy, Briar, Eden and Landry about it to make him hand you to them. Sharing isn't his thing, he's a greedy man just like the others after all.

God, you smell so good tonight.

Bailey nuzzles himself deeper into the crook of your neck, his hip thrusting up into yours unconsciously. He needs to do something about his pent up frustration.

Unbuckling the belt to his pants, he slid down his pants and boxer, his cock lining up between your thighs. It starts out slow, kisses all over you before he picks his pace. Doesn't take long for him to line it into your hole.

"Let's get to it yeah? Missed you so much, how many years have it been? 18 years are not short," he mumbles as he fucks you slow and steady, "could have sworn we all saw your body burried and now you are here..."

"I love you."

It's an everyday rite for him to feel you all for himself. It's only a matter of time before the other finds you.

[neetily]

WELCOME ONE AND ALL TO... KINKTOBER 2024 !! monster men edition !! → SDV + DOL (coming soon...)

→ Are you ready for a whole month of spooky degeneracy? Well come on in, so long as you're of age !! This event is strictly 18+, so MDNI please !!

→ I've prepared several scary dates for you to choose from, each with their own dedicated long fic and scheduled day for your ease of reading!

→ Warning: The works below all contain triggering content, and fall under "dark content" tags. Please be sure to read all of the warnings carefully and thoroughly, and stop reading if you ever get uncomfortable. I'm not here to parent you, so look after yourself, please!

→ If you're interested, please take a look at the graphic below to see when your favoured date is available! The boys are eagerly awaiting your arrival, but please do give them time to look their best!

(psst, i am using monster men very loosely... but you get the idea hehe...)

MASTERLIST (links TBA)

₊˚⊹ˊ˗ → Angel Sam ─ just one more night with you is all he needs, really. he thinks he could die happy if you smile one more time, y'know? he's still so sorry, by the way. → warnings: religious contexts, Christianity references, blasphemy, angst, major character death, daddy issues, praise kink, worship, cunnilingus, love bite/hickey, creampie → wc: 9,145

₊˚⊹ˊ˗ → Demon Whitney ─ he did warn you, after all. don't make a deal that you can't hold up, or you'll find yourself in some serious shit, slut. → warnings: incubus demon, dubcon, mind break, degradation, breeding, aphrodisiac, bullying, name calling, multiple orgasms, blowjob, floating sex, throatpie, cervix fucking, creampie, claiming, dacryphilia, piercings → wc: 10,467

₊˚⊹ˊ˗ → Vampire Sebastian ─ the only thing he loves more than you is the sweet taste of blood. which is a shame, really, considering that's all you're made of. → warnings: vampire, blood, blood kink, blood drinking, dubcon, biting, marking, pulling out, light angst, wounds, ambiguous/open ending → wc: 8,180

₊˚⊹ˊ˗ → Ghost Kylar ─ it's ironic, isn't it? how the one thing he wants most in this world is the one thing he can't have... his existence does have its advantages though, some that you'll experience intimately! → warnings: ghost, ghost sex, yandere, brief depiction of self harm, major character death (duh, he’s a ghost), masochism, blood, dub con, kylar is cringe as fuck, public sex, biting, creampie, knifeplay → wc: 6,988

₊˚⊹ˊ˗ → Werewolf Alex ─ you were never meant to and he didn't mean to. you have to understand... → warnings: noncon, werewolf, A/B/O, knotting, pet names (pup), established relationship, breeding, size difference, biting, cervix fucking → wc: 6,856

₊˚⊹ˊ˗ → Imaginary Best Friend Robin ─ hey, i know that it's been a while since we hung out, but i miss you. and you've really left me no other choice at this point... → warnings: dubcon, imaginary friend, manipulation, breakup, ex boyfriend (role-play), shapeshifting, creampie → wc: 7,102

Please remember to stay safe, okay? This is all fiction, and none of this can seriously hurt you. Please, enjoy yourself!

[modern-gremlin]

h e l p this is so cute

How about... sick GN!reader looked after by Whitney? Fluff, as warm and fuzzy as it gets with that dickhead... cute right?.

My Brave Slut

M!Whitney x Gn!Reader

Prompt Event: Sick

Words: 603

Tw: sick, one mention of throwing up but it doesn’t actually happen

Note: I loved writing this, soft Whitney has my whole ass heart

“You look like shit.” Whitney pointed out the obvious the second I got close enough to him and his gang. Before I could retort I violently sneezed into the crook of my arm, only confirming his statement. “What the hell are you doing here if you’re sick?” He didn’t care to wait for my response, instead grabbing me by the arm and forcing me to follow him, leaving behind his gang of friends.

Whitney refused to answer any of my questions as he dragged me to his house and up to his room, “I’m fine.” I lied, feeling like shit and in desperate need of medicine. “I can’t miss school, my grades are shit as it is.”

He sat me down on his bed, not caring about my qualms, and went into the bathroom. I sighed knowing there was no getting out of this. I accepted my fate, tossing my bag to the side and kicking off my shoes to get more comfortable.

I curled up in the bed, getting comfortable while Whitney rummaged around in the bathroom. “What are you looking for?” I asked in a nasally voice, wondering what the hell was taking him so long. I only heard a grumble in response as he continued rummaging around.

After a few minutes he emerged from the bathroom carrying tissues, medicine and a thermometer. “Let’s check and see how fucked you are.” He said, putting the medicine and tissues on the bedside table. I weakly propped myself up on the pillows, my whole body hurting. Whatever this sickness is, it's really kicking my ass. “Open up, slut.” He instructed, holding the thermometer up to my mouth. I opened my mouth, letting him put the thermometer under my tongue. Whitney stood beside the bed with his hands on his hips, waiting for the thermometer to do its job.

Around thirty seconds later the thermometer loudly beeped. I opened my mouth and let him take it, “A hundred and two! How long have you been like this?” I shrugged my shoulders, not exactly sure. “Whatever…” He grumbled and readied the medicine, “Here.” He placed a few pills in my hand and handed me a cup of water, “They’ll kick in soon.”

“Thank you…” I mumbled while downing the pills and praying I wouldn’t throw them back up like I had everything else these past few days. He waved away my thanks and started to walk back to the bathroom, “Wait…” I whined, reaching an arm out to him. “Stay with me…” 

Whitney rolled his eyes but obliged my request, kicking off his shoes and joining me in bed. “Only so you shut up.” He grumbled as he got situated, eventually ushering me to lay on him.

I hummed happily and laid in his arms, “Thank you.” I rarely got to indulge in his softer side so I took full advantage.

He smirked down at me, running his hands through my hair lovingly. “Can’t have my slut feeling neglected.” I made the mistake of rolling my eyes, only further hurting my head. “Get some rest.” He cooed and kissed the top of my head, showing off his rarely seen soft side. I smiled, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. 

As I faded in and out of consciousness I heard Whitney whisper to himself, “I don’t know how you deal with this shitty town while being sick…you’re a brave slut.”

“Mhh I’m your brave slut…” I mumbled as I finally fell asleep in his arms, getting some much needed rest.

He sighed before making sure I was actually asleep this time, “My brave slut indeed.”

𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

𝘒𝘰-𝘍𝘪

[youryanderedaddy]

Yandere! Eden

tw: nsfw, female reader, non - con, degradation, hinted captivity, obsessive behavior, size difference

You fight him, goddamit, that's the worst part - you always try to fight him with all you've got, with sharp nails and smooth teeth, with your hands, your knees, with the closest pillow (since he rarely lets you touch anything with a proper egde). You give it your best - your hardest, you scratch and bite like a wild animal, getting your tears and saliva everywhere and yet... all your efforts only seem to amuse him.

"This is all you've got, princess?" He taunts as he holds you down with one hand (albeit, probably bigger than your head) while the other strips you bare with ease. "C'mon, you should make it more difficult for me. It's no fun when you just lay there and take it." He chuckles as you squirm in his hold - and the sound fills you with suffocating cold dread. Like a particularly nasty, sticky cough it sinks to your chest, making it hard to breathe through the fury and shame.

You get even more feral, thrashing and kicking without order or direction - desperate to show him that you're not a meek victim, that you are not going down without a fight. But it's all pointless - you barely move an inch as he roughly spreads your naked legs, pushing you to your back with eyes full of malice - induced lust and drunken need for violence.

"It's like you're not even trying." His hot breath tickles your ear, forcing your baby hairs to stand prickly. The overwhelming smell of strong cologne, unmistakenly masculine, makes you even more lightheaded and scared with unevitable anticipation. "It's like you actually want me." He whispers darkly, gripping your waist painfully with both hands. "Is that so, baby? You want the big bad wolf to mount you down and take you?" He bites your neck playfully, but the ache is deep and throbbing within you. "Violate you?"

You shake your head rapidly, holding back scorching hot tears. No, no, you try to scream, but the lump in your throat is so heavy it prevents any sound from coming out.

"I know, baby, I know." Eden caresses your wet cheeks almost tenderly - if not for the scratches his claws leave behind on your soft skin. "I'm just messin' with you." The hunter rasps, fingers entangled deep into your locks. "I know you don't want any of this. Not my touch-" He lets go of your hair. "or my lips-" He kisses along your jawline, hungrily lapping at the salty tear stains. "And certainly not my big, throbbing cock up your tight little pussy." He gloats, lining up his shaft with your entrance. "But you are still going to take it, won't you?"

He stares at you intently, as if waiting for you to say something.

"Won't you, princess?" The man slaps you, voice a tad more irritated now. You quickly nod, terrified to your shaking bones - and only then does he smile again, sweetly. "Of course you will." He goes back to stroking your hair as he starts to slowly force his length into your unwilling, quivering quim.

"Because that's just how the world works, no? Pathetic little sluts get fucked by big, strong men like me. They get fucked over and over again until their poor little brains turn to mush. Don't they?" He chuckles with clear condescension as he finally begins to thrust int you - making sure his cock is all the way in before he pulls out and brutally shoves it again. Sick glee fills his scarred face as he watches your womb strain to accommodate the pulsing force brushing against your lower belly from the inside. This time you nod weakly before he has a reason to strike you.

"Such a good girl, accepting her place underneath me." Eden groans, growing flushed as he feels your walls squeeze against his intrusive thrusts. "You know this is all you're good for anyways. Just a warm hole and a pretty face for me to ruin." He gropes your breasts crudely, pinching your nipples with his fingertips. "Just look at you... what a wet little mess you are. It's like your body is begging for it - even if those treacherous lips deny the truth. You should be thanking me. If I wasn't claiming this sweet-" He makes a point to slam right into your most sensitive spot, making your toes curl despite your protests. "tight heat of yours, you'd be dead meat already. Just a chew toy for the wolves."

You make an uncomprehensible sound as the pain dulls and gives way to damp, humiliating pleasure. You bite your tongue to muffle the moans, but this only stirs him further - taking it as a challenge to make you sing for him. He keeps fucking into you, dragging you up and down like a feather.

"You're lucky I love you so much." The hunter sighs, voice softening to a whisper. "You're lucky I like it when you cry for me." He reaches to wipe away a falling tear. "So you better thank me, princess." He grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes. Burning hot flames greet you, but all you feel is ice.

"Thank you, Eden."