#he’s a lovingly wicked man

[ruinme-please]

The holy guitarist (x)

[dark-and-kawaii]

bg3 men of your choosing and kinks?

Notes: Yummy!!! I got you dear anon xoxo

⟡ Characters: Halsin - Gale - Zevlor - Haarlep - Raphael - Wyll - Rolan

⟡ Content: NSFW - Kinks - Lots Of Kinks

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ Zevlor loves a good creampie. Like, please let this old man cum deep within you!!! It will literally make him go insane, his tail thrashing around behind him as he fills you so full of his seed. Especially if you let me do it after only just meeting. It’s been so long since he’s felt such warmth envelop his cock. Gods, and when he sees the way his white milky substance leaks out of you afterwards… it’s enough to keep him hard and wanting to go at it again. Maybe it’s part of the breeding kink he has, the dire need- of wanting a family to call his own. And you just look so pretty like this- with your legs spread and his cum spilling out.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ Haarlep is an incubus, a demon- a chaotic being so of course dacryphilia. Whether you’re crying from his cock stretching you or crying from the way this creature overstimulates you- he relishes in it. Haarlep adores taunting you, always adding a hint of mockery to his coos, “Awh my little Dove, does it hurt?” Before leaning down to lick away the tears running down that pretty face of yours he loves so much. “Or is it simply too much for your mortal body to endure?” As he lets out a wicked laugh, flashing you his infamous smirk.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ Rolan not only enjoys overstimulating you, but also craves being overstimulated himself. This grumpy tiefling wizard has more depth than meets the eye. He’s so pent up from studying and perfecting new spells that when he finally gets his hands on you he’s using your body as a means of release. He unleashes all his frustrations on your tight little fuck hole, pounding you relentlessly with his cock. Bullying that body of yours until you’re nothing more than a babbling mess with your tongue lolled out, until his body gives up on him, collapsing on top of you, gasping for breath. The slightest touch sending his body into shock.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ Raphael is a cocky bastard, and everyone knows this. Gets off on denying you your orgasm. Loves being in control of your body, mind, and soul- the devil will wait until you’re begging for him to give you your release- begging for his cock acknowledging that only he can bring you such intense pleasure. Telling him that no one- nor anything matters, only him. Once you’ve pleaded enough, he’ll express how satisfied he is with your obedience and will hint at granting you that long awaited release.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ Wyll adores praising you, worshipping you in your intimate moments. He genuinely worshiped every aspect of you, even finding all your imperfections incredibly beautiful. Especially if you have a scar, no matter how small or large, he’ll lovingly kiss along it. And he takes such delight in receiving the same level of adoration from you, as you worship his cock, the very cock that causes your toes to curl and your body to writhe beneath him.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ Listen, Halsin sometimes involuntarily shifts into a bear, and he always apologizes for it. But if you accept him for who he truly is, Gods he’ll be utterly smitten with you. As things start to get a bit more steamy his body begins to glow as he transforms into his bear shape. But, if you playfully giggle at him and start to run, enticing him to chase you by wiggling your finger, oh yes, it will not only arouse him further to chase you, but also show him you’re open to some unconventional foreplay. Being a bear he’ll eventually catch up to you and pounce on you as gently as he can. It’s so endearing to him how you softly plead, “oh no~ plllleeeease~ someone help~” as your fingers run through his fur.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ Gale is so cute, he just absolutely craves the sensation of your fingers tugging at his hair while you ride his face. He always smiles while probing you with his tongue when he feels your nails digging into his scalp as his stubble tickles between your thighs. And when it comes to your hair, well you best believe this man takes joy in giving a gentle tug here and there. Not too rough, but enough to crane your neck back so that he can lock eyes with you before capturing your lips in a passionate kiss.

[milkteabinniechan]

♡Shared Secrets - Minho

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pairing: step brother! Minho x fem! reader

summary: Your mother is remarried to a rich businessman. Unfortunately, he has a spoiled son who is cold and distant. But when the two of you are alone, he doesn't seem so cold anymore.

warnings: stepcest, oral fixation, possessive behavior, toxic male, ass eating, mind-break

How did you get here?

Begging. Pleading. Desperate.

Your mouth dropped open wide as Minho slid his fingers inside. Three fingers full, scraping along the length of your tongue then back down your throat. He loved the sound you made when you gagged, when you choked. It put a deliciously wicked smile on his face to see you so undone.

“More?” Minho's voice was taunting. He already knew the answer to his own perverted question. His fingers continued to slide back and forth on your tongue while you nodded your head dumbly.

How did you get here? Your mother has married Minho's father. A disgustingly wealthy man with a privileged son who believed he owned the world. And the moment Minho stepped into his new home, his eyes fixing on you, he knew he had to own you too.

“You two should spend some time together, bonding is important for siblings.” Your mother lovingly suggested.

Siblings. The word sounds like some twisted joke. You were intimidated by Minho. He was attracted, athletic and cold. His icy demeanor sent chills down your spine every time the two of you passed each other in the hallway or through the kitchen. There was something about him that was so possessive, so toxic. You knew you didn't want to be on the wrong side of his bad attitude.

[stxneflxwers]

dominance.

⋯⁂ summary. you've gotten your hands on him - now it's his turn to submit.

⋯⁂ a/n. short and sweet, barely edited, etc. brain is on some bullshit fr

⋯⁂ characters. zhongli. neuvillette. alhaitham. afab reader (neutral prns).

⋯⁂ cw. men getting pegged WOO YEAH!!!! each character will have their own individual tags prior to the writing. all lowercase.

zhongli.

cw. mating press. mild edging. masturbation.

"dearest, please... ah—" zhongli moans - rather pathetically, too. "let me... let me... hng—" he grunts, hips wiggling to meet your own with each thrust, but it's proving to be difficult as you suddenly push his tense thighs to his chest.

"sorry - what was that, cutie?" you mock lightly, a wicked grin on your face as you pound into his tight ass, "you gotta speak up." you coo as your pace slows down significantly and your spare hand flicks one of his hard, reddened nipples.

"agh," he groans, "s-stop tormenting me...!" his head throws back, exposing his neck for you to attack with nibbles and kisses. "mmh! beloved!" he whimpers when you do exactly that, one of his hands moving to gently grab the back of your head. "faster - harder, p-please...!"

he sounds so desperate. you can't help but finally grant his wish after hearing so much of his begging over the past hour.

"your wish is my command, pretty boy." you give him one hard thrust, causing him to hiss in a mix of pain and pleasure, "but, i do have a little request..."

"y-yes...?"

"touch yourself as i fuck you." you command, grabbing his hand on your head to wrap it around his own thick cock.

"mmh... so naughty..." he rasps. "a-alright, i will...do so - ah!" he breathily yells your name and his eyes roll back as you immediately pick up the pace and ferocity of your thrusts.

"what a good boy you are."

neuvillette.

cw. doggy style/from behind. you show him 0 mercy. he cries a lil bit (but it's outta pleasure i swear).

neuvillette pants - each breath hard and ragged. his hips are forced still by your command and your tightened grip on his narrow hips. his face digs into his folded arms, muffling some - but nowhere near all - of his whiny, desperate moans.

"enjoying this, neuvi?" you whisper into his red, flushed ear - double-checking, you understand that your pace may be overwhelming for him.

"j-just dandy!" he moans, eyes tearing up and rolled back as he tries to keep up with you.

"aw, gonna cry? so sweet..." you murmur, "what if i went faster?" you tease, knowing he's quickly already turned into a babbling mess of a man.

"mhm!" he hardly responds as his hands move to grab the pearly white sheets beneath him, nearly tearing them to shreds.

"hehe, you poor thing..." you snicker.

the moment you pick up the pace, he's already cumming all over those poor sheets...

alhaitham.

cw. riding. alhaitham a bit of a tsundere. spanking (like once lol.)

alhaitham refuses to give you the pleasure - the honor - of getting to hear him moan. and he also refuses to admit how good he feels right now. you've teased him far too much tonight, so now he's restricting a bit of your freedom as he rides the hell out of your strap.

and then you give his plush ass a nice whack with your hand. he groans loud and clear at last.

"good. give me more of that, you lazybutt." you insult light-heartedly, but you mean it with all the love in the world.

"ngh!" he groans again as he shifts position into a more comfortable one, riding you faster and harder than before. "n-not as lazy as you - especially right now—!" he retorts with a broken voice.

you slip a hand around his torso.

"what are you doing - ah!" he thrashes a little bit when your hand grasps his cock tightly before pumping it at an impossible pace.

"so sassy... do you need another lesson to learn?" you mock (lovingly).

"you are the one who needs a lesson—mmh!" he moans - high-pitched and whiny when you massage his balls with your other hand, causing him to cum right away...causing it to hit his chest and a bit of his face.

"oh? what was that?" you grin behind him.

he pants heavy and loud, unable to respond. for now, that is.

[metranart]

My one and only wants you, so he’ll have you (Part 10)

ft. Sensei! Gojo Satoru, sensei! Suguru Geto, reader insert, slight! Megumi x reader.

Gojo Satoru and Suguru Geto happily married, you, their lovely student and the cause of their ragging temptation. The problem: their son, Megumi, your best friend.

𖦹 Warning tags: Gojo x Reader x Geto, threesome, married couple, Suguru and Gojo happy married couple, polyamory, Teacher-Student Relationship.

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You shook your head, twice, rubbing your hot, red cheek against the sheets of their queen size bed. Satoru's fingers, too long, gently digging into the base of your neck, over the faint row of purple marks at the beginning of your throat, and Suguru watched as you opened your mouth, exhaling a moan that didn't even really come out. A muted choke that sent goosebumps all over his skin. 

“Oh my, how I missed you-” Suguru breathed out, gaze never straying from his husband and the way he was bending, your delicate body in every possible angle. “(Y/N), did you miss us?”

In that moment, your words got stuck in your dry throat when Satoru's cock filled your hole with a single deep thrust, stretching you in one go. You squealed, panting, clenching your fists so tightly that you might as well being trying to hurt yourself, gasping for a breath of hot, humid air. Slowly, rocking to the same rhythm of the thrusting and swaying imposed by your white-haired sensei.

“Of-Of course she missed us, honey. Our p-pup only gets this tight when being craving for our attention,” the prodigy murmured next to your ear, sinking his teeth into the soft flesh of your left shoulder, “—I can barely move, Suguru.”

Suguru Geto smirked and licked his upper lip, watching Satoru drop his hand to your belly and run his fingers there, along the outline of his own cock marked beneath the quivering muscles. You leaned back, unconsciously fleeing from his touch when his other hand trailed all the way between your joined legs until he reached your swollen, spent and pitiful, folds… quivering pieces of flesh that did its best to keep that gorgeously massive piece of cock inside. 

A mere breeze of air, a mere gush of breath made you shiver all over, due of how sensitive you were, your folds shiny with saliva and cum residues, too exhausted to stop quivering, and Suguru LOVED each second of the show his husband was giving. 

Your small, feisty hands scratched at the white-haired man's skin, pinching the flesh and biting lightly but your weakened form made it a pitiful effort to regain some control.

"I loooooove when she gets like this," Satoru confessed, and his husband agreed with a fond chuckle. "Me too, but right now I prefer her more... docile, so if you don't mind, cutie."

You weakly agreed with your head as best you could, and both smiled lovingly down at you, and then Suguru ripped the hair tie out of your hair, swatting Satoru's hand away and tightening the hair tie around your wrists, leaving your little, hyperactive hands out of the way.

"There we go," he said, adoring the sight of you, all tired smiles and happiness while tied and at their mercy, without a doubt you were theirs. “Sugu, you are a genius.” Satoru praised, still snuggled deep inside you.

Suddenly Suguru's gaze went down, and the depravity of his next act almost made you faint in his husband's arms. Lowering himself down, faced the trickle of translucent liquid escaping your pussy, it was a web of cum, a combination of his and Gojo's. Sliding out of you slowly but steadily with each wicked thrust of Satoru's hips. There was no more room inside you, it was either cum or cock, not both.

Satoru gave him a salacious grin from ear to ear.

“-Want me to make her purr, loud and pretty, just for you, my love?”

Suguru’s lips stretched with perverted pride, and you made a noise, like you were choking, like you couldn't breathe properly, and then Satoru flipped you over, leaving you on your back, throwing both legs over his shoulders and pounding into you so hard that suddenly the only thing you heard was your endless moans, even over his own rapid breathing and Suguru’s constant praise and encouragement for him to go faster. 

You threw your arms up, blindly holding on to the edge of the bed tightly, as if your life depended on it, wrist tied up, it didn’t matter, nothing mattered. Satoru leaned forward into you, biting your mouth and neck and one of your breasts, filling the lone patches of clean skin -where Suguru hadn't leave a hickey- with deep pink marks, the kind that would later turn dark and purple.

Suguru spat into his hand, pumping himself twice before asking.

“(Y/N), could you open your eyes, please?”

His request seemed to take a moment before it hit you.

“-Baby, please… my lo-…love…. (Y/N)… please-”

Something felt odd. He didn't sound like him anymore and his hands didn't feel big and powerful against your skin anymore, your pussy tightened bringing you to an exponentially powerful orgasm, but those tight, gummy walls convulsed around nothing. Your eyes snapped open, and it wasn't Gojo's beautiful blue eyes or Geto's piercing jet black orbs that were staring at you... it was Megumi's prejudiced stare... Megumi-

You slowly began to remember your reality. Megumi, your boyfriend. Megumi, to whom the bed you were sleeping on belonged to. Megumi, who right now looked at you with morbid curiosity—

"Finally awake,” your brand-new boyfriend said, “you were moving and trashing in your sleep, sweetie.” 

Of course you were, the constant throbbing between your legs was no dream, you could feel it even now like a reminder of what you really wanted and WHO your heart truly belonged to.

“What were you dreaming about?" Megumi ended up asking, insistently, something nagging at the back of his mind, urging him to corroborate his place in your subconscious mind. The sorcerer let his hand caress your thigh up and down while he waited for your reply, like a loving boyfriend would do, but also to check his theory. Your skin was, indeed, bristly and sweaty, and his curiosity only grew. "Tell me, you know you can trust me... what were you dreaming about? Something good, no doubt."

The sorcerer smiled playfully but that smile didn't reach his eyes, eyes that no longer could hide a hint of annoyance. Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me…. He chanted internally. I need to know…

"......-(Y/N)?"

A timid grin ghosted your lips, and just once your thoughts had settled, you dared to lie. 

“I-I…actually don’t remember, baby.” 

You had finally shaken off all the sleepiness and could remember why you were there, in Megumi's bed, taking a nap while waiting for Yuji and Nobara to arrive. It was the first group mission in years, everyone was going. Former students and teachers. From Panda to Principal Yaga. They had to cover a lot of ground, so a lot of help was needed.

Megumi looked down at you, his hand never leaving its soft caress on your thigh, but his eyes said something totally different. You're lying, I know. Keeping your heart steady and your expression innocent was starting to weigh on your peace of mind.

Since the day you and Megumi became a couple, the wet dreams began, more and more intense, more and more vivid. At first, were just sporadic images of Gojo and Geto, but soon, were scenes taken from the most pornographic movies. They took you, over and over again, until your eyes fluttered open and you felt the squirting wetness slipping down between your legs, your pajamas soaked in sweat and cheeks burning. Shaky legs and labored breathing. All because of a dream. It was torture, these dreams were almost daily, every time you fell asleep your mind catapulted you back to them.

It was a nightmare to wake up and see Megumi's face light up, know that it was because of you… and have to lie to him. 

"My d-dreams are very sporadic," you disguised the tremble in your voice with a yawn, "... sometimes some nightmares make me move. The worst missions get stuck in my head-"

"You were moaning,” he was emphatic about it. “Like… a lot." A curious eyebrow rose on his forehead and your nervous giggle prompted him to press further. “You were purring so pretty-” 

Megumi made a meaningful pause to watch you closely and noticing the insistent heat on your cheeks, grinned a little more wickedly that he was accustomed to. “-like when we kiss or we…” he lifted two fingers and wiggled them, reminding you of some other intimate stuff his fingers had done to you and you laughed, a coarse laugh that sounded way to fake and anxious. 

“Really?” maybe playing dumb could get you out of the hook. “I-…I…” dammit! Think! “I-… probably….” say anything, just don’t say you were dreaming with both his parents fucking you stupid-… “I-… probably was dreaming… about… you, baby.” You lied, shamelessly, “Dreaming with my Gumi.” 

A derisive snort was heard from the other side of Megumi's bedroom door, and he quickly spring to his feet to yank the door open, poking his head out to find…. an empty hallway.

"Hello?" he called, suspiciously. "Gojo, Suguru?" he called again, but again there was no answer, so he shrugged, giving one last onceover on the area before going back inside with you and locking the door behind. 

The sound of the latch being set and locking you, giving room to a more intimate scenario, frowned the brows of certain nosy special-grade sorcerers who were just too good at hiding.

With discreet steps, emulating a shadowless ninja, they both returned to their initial position with their ears against the wooden door so they could hear better. Suguru threw an irritated look at his husband whose expressive reactions almost got them into trouble, to then put a finger in front of his lips, the white-haired rolled his eyes, pouting, embarrassed. 

“So…” They heard Megumi say, “…. You were dreaming about me, huh?”

"-Who else would I be dreaming about, Gumi?" you were pushing your luck. Suguru and Gojo shared a worried look while waited for Megumi’s verdict. 

Their boy took his time to answer, analyzing you promptly, making you nervous all over but also seizing his chance to make a very smart move. A move that only a man raised by two wolves would come up with. The lips on your handsome boyfriend’s face stretched, far from shy, and without warning drop onto the bed, his head claiming your thighs as his precious pillow to be able to look at you from his new privileged position. 

"So, if I was already in your dreams…” he shared in all his cool calm, “why don't you let me make your dreams come true?"

Three sets of cheeks blasted with heat, two out of anger and one, out of embarrassment. Megumi snickered amused, witnessing first-hand how adorable you looked all flustered, feeling even more proud, him being the cause. On the other side of the door, two older sorcerers were about to lose their minds. 

Gojo's hand was already on the knob without him realizing it, it was only the feeling of his husband's strong grip on his wrist that stopped him from turning it... Geto shook his head, yet Gojo seemed possessed by something visceral inside him... Something jealous and possessive was burning to get out... Geto shook his head again, and their eyes met...

COMING SOON PART 11....

➡️ NSFW ARTWORK OF THIS STORY

[msbigredmachine]

3 Sluts (Jey Uso)

Jey got two of 'em spittin’ on that thang… 😈💦

Pairings: OC/Jey Uso/OC

Word Count: 1732

Warnings: Threesome, SMUT

Credit to the owners of the pics and gifs.

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His dark eyes, hazy, fixated and awestruck; his long fingers quivering on the back of her head. The cool outdoor breeze wafted over his saliva-slick length each time it escaped the warmth of her mouth, making him tremble in his spot on the large patio chair overlooking the clear blue waters of the Mediterranean Sea. 

“Mmm…yeah, baby, I like that,” he drawled, watching her lather up her spit all over his dick with her hand before slipping him back in her mouth. He felt his body deflate with a low, satisfied moan as she sucked him thoroughly, her acrylic nails scraping his turgid flesh as they worked in rhythm with her warm, tight throat. Main Event Jey Uso was in Paradise, in more ways than one.

“Yeah, Lolo, get that shit.”

The familiar sultry voice prompted Jey to look up, his stare softening from lust to love as his girlfriend, Iris, stepped through the sliding glass door onto the balcony. Wearing a yellow string bikini that complimented her curvy body and brown skin, it was a welcome switch from the seriousness of the power suits she donned at work. Said power also allowed her to whisk him away to the sun-kissed climates of Mykonos on a private jet for some well deserved time off, much of which included getting tag-teamed by her and her best friend London. 

Dating the heiress to the world’s most valuable Black-owned sportswear company granted Jey access to many precipices of pleasure around the world, such as the palatial villa the threesome were currently isolated in and had christened multiple times in just a few days. To have two of the most beautiful women he’d ever laid eyes on sharing their bodies with him on the regular was quite the experience, and he loved every second. There was never a dull moment with his fun, sexy freak of a girlfriend and her even bigger freak of a BFF.

“Hey baby,” he greeted her, rolling the breakfast trolley aside so she could squeeze into the chair with him. “That sleep was good, huh? It’s nine in the morning.”

“Y’all can’t blame me, you two knocked me out last night. Woulda slept some more if it wasn’t for all the moaning and cheek-clapping going on here,” she laughed. “The windows are open so I can hear everything.” She bent low to accept his kiss and lovingly stroked London’s hair, smirking at the look of complete bliss on her man’s face thanks to her best friend's magic mouth. “She’s good, ain’t she,” she asked.

London released Jey’s dick long enough to brag, “I ain’t just ‘good’, I’m the fuckin’ best.”

“Um, not as good as me, bitch,” Iris argued playfully, eyeing up her boyfriend through her long lashes as she guided his face back to hers, “Ain’t that right, Daddy?”

Her kisses were the cure for every ailment, Jey had since acknowledged, as he kneaded the soft, plump flesh of her derriere, moaning into her mouth as her tongue circled sensually around his own. At the same time, he felt his dick slide deeper down London’s throat, short-circuiting his senses momentarily. Iris giggled and decided to ease up on him, grabbing the can of whipped cream off the breakfast tray. Spraying a generous amount on a large strawberry, she held it to Jey’s parted lips for a bite. He chewed on it with a happy sigh, making her smile. It was nice to see him relaxed after working so hard for so many months.

“Mmm. Tastes perfect, just like yo sexy ass,” Jey praised, gifting her with a smack on her backside, “Give some to Lo, too,” he instructed.

Iris did as she was told and fed London with another strawberry. London sat up and took a sloppy bite, causing the juice to trickle down her chin, past the column of her neck and between her bare breasts. “Ooh, I made a mess,” she commented, licking her lips and eyeing up her friend with a sly, dark expression. “Help me clean it off, babe?” 

Iris looked at her with a wicked grin of her own before leaning over Jey’s prone body to lap up the sweet juice that had dripped down London’s chin. London’s giggles dissolved to soft sighs as Iris used her tongue to trail the rivulet all the way down to the middle of her breasts, angling her head to suck her pierced nipple into her mouth. With a throaty moan, London sat up straighter, cupping Iris’s face and pulling her in for a kiss. 

Wrestling fans have described a lot of his recent content as cinema, but to Jey, nothing he did could ever compare to the visual of hot, sexy women making out. It was a joy to watch the two centers of his universe indulge in each other. London moaned with every sweep of Iris’ tongue inside her mouth, his sexy girlfriend taking charge like she always did. Her grip on London’s chin was firm as their kiss deepened and got hotter. When it became too hot and he started to feel left out, he cleared his throat to recapture their attention, prompting the women to pull apart and giggle mischievously.

“Looks like Daddy’s missing us,” London commented, coming closer to press her lips to Jey’s, sharing the joint tastes of strawberry and Iris with him.

“Mm-hmm, sure looks like it,” Iris agreed, sharing a devilish smile with her bestie. “Let’s give him what he wants, shall we?”

Iris slithered down her boyfriend’s muscled body and settled on top of London, the can of whipped cream in her grasp. With her breasts pressed against London’s back, Iris drizzled some whipped cream all over Jey’s dick, from tip to ballsac, smiling when he hissed from the cold dessert against the sensitivity of his groin. London was going in on his balls while Iris wrapped her tongue around his tip, teasing for a few seconds before taking him fully into her mouth. The pleasure was quick to engulf him, his body hypnotized by their warm, eager mouths. He glanced down at his two girls, one on top of the other, his lips parted slightly in a sex-induced stupor as they feasted on his dick and his balls; it was hard to determine whose ministrations he was enjoying more. 

“Fuck,” Jey whispered, his body melting into the chair, his hand coming up to cover his eyes. Head from London was already mind-blowing enough, but adding Iris to the mix took it to another stratosphere. His dick had not known peace since they touched down on the island, buried in either one of his girls’ holes at any given time. Not that he was complaining, not at all. He could feel the slow strokes of Iris’ thick lips up and down his dick, marking every inch of his sensitive flesh like a skilled painter working her canvas. Meanwhile, London’s mouth was stuffed with his balls. Her free hand was underneath him squeezing his ass, adding a new layer of sensation that caught him off guard enough to buck his hips suddenly, pushing himself deeper down Iris’ throat which made her gag a little. But she was never one to back down, coming up for air for a split second before going back in. His deep voice rattled with pleasure as he gripped her hair, desperately holding on as he lost himself to the wetness of their mouths and their sensual moans and sexy slobbers, intensifying the heat swirling in the pit of his stomach. 

Handing the reins back to London, Iris returned to Jey’s side and caressed his sun-bronzed abs, watching his eyes roll to the back of his head with a smirk. He was getting closer, she could tell from his breaths, shallow and erratic, his handsome features scrunched in painful pleasure as she and London drove him crazy. 

“Unnh, I’m gonna fuckin’ come,” he groaned, moaning again when Iris nibbled on the side of his neck, pinching with her teeth.

“Mmm, look at me, Daddy, you look so fuckin’ hot when you’re about to nut,” she cooed, rubbing her hand up and down his tattooed torso as he managed to drag his gaze to hers. She leaned down and kissed him, using her tongue to play with his mouth. In her peripheral vision she could see London cranking it up, her head and hands rotating ominously around his dick. “You gon’ fill up her mouth with your cum, baby? Cuz she’s been such a good little slut for you?”

Too wound up to speak, he could only nod his head with wide, glazed-over eyes. Iris plucked his nipple between her fingers, stimulating him some more. Her mouth and tongue loved all over the side of his throat, combining lethally with London’s deep throat soon plummeting him into that familiar abyss of ecstasy. 

“Oh shit, shit, fuck!” Jey moaned, tossing his head back as the powerful orgasm crashed over him. His entire body jerked as his cum shot out and landed all over London’s chin and lips. The more she jerked him off, the harder he came in mesmerizing waves. The creamy, white nut covered his dick and trickled down to his balls and London left none of it behind. He struggled to gather his breath, exhaling shakily as she ran her tongue all over his still-sensitive length with a sultry giggle.

“Good boy,” Iris praised him, running her fingers through his hair and kissing his temple.

“Damn, y’all gon’ be the death of me,” Jey breathed, staring up adoringly at his girlfriend.

After London had licked him clean, she stood up and adjusted her bikini top. “Well, this was fun. But it’s gettin’ kinda hot. Wanna take the party inside?”

“You sure?” Iris asked, as London rounded the chair, kissed both her lovers on the mouth and helped them to their feet. “Yeah. We not doin' nothin' all day,” she reminded them, “I don’t mind just layin’ back and watching y’all. You two are so hot together.”

“Now where’s the fun in that?” said Jey, throwing one arm around Iris and the other around London as they stepped back inside the villa. “When we get upstairs, gimme ten minutes to recharge. Then Lolo, you gon sit’ on my face. Baby, you ridin’ my dick. I wanna see that ass bounce on me…”

THE END

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Random drabble, I know, lol. Thoughts?

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[azrielbrainrot]

Azriel is Mean

Warnings: smut, this is just smut

Notes: I'm not a writer so keep your expectations low. This man just drives me insane and I have way too many thoughts.

The world is completely quiet and dark. The wind is calm and the moon is bright in the sky. It's a perfect spring night which tells you that it has to be close to early morning otherwise the Velaris party goers would still be making themselves known. You can vaguely recall the muffled sounds of revelry filtering in through the closed windows when this first started. How long has Azriel been torturing you for then? None of these clues give you enough information. Or maybe they do. Your mind is having trouble focusing on a single thought at the moment.

"What's going through that pretty little brain of yours?" The sweet darkness of his voice pulls you right back to reality with a gasp. The brief moment of clarity is enough to make you even more aware of all your senses. The ache in your hands from the tight grip you have on the dark navy sheets. The soreness in your legs from holding the same position for so long. The dryness in your throat from fruitless pleas. And the wetness. You can almost feel your core dripping, down your thighs and below you. Further darkening the sheets. After you manage to blink through the blurry tears you can see it on his face too. Beautiful mouth shiny from where it was just buried between your legs. As you take notice of it you see the corners of his lips edging up slightly.

"Am I going too easy on you? You seem distracted." Wicked fingers start moving once again. A slow, teasing pace. Softly caressing your sensitive walls and reminding you of your current predicament. You can't hold back a breathless whimper which he rewards with a soft kiss to your knee.

"I could stab you right now." Your voice is barely there but he hears you. Like he always does. He notices everything you do. He can also identify the truth behind the statement to his wicked amusement.

"We can't have that." You feel your arms being pulled up until they're resting up above your head. It takes you longer than it should to recognize the familiar feeling of his shadows over your skin. "If you stab me then you really won't get to cum" A plea escapes your mouth instinctively. Your body so attuned to his every whim. "And you were just telling me how much you want to"

"Please! I'll do anything, Azriel" He lets out a chuckle and speeds up a little. Not enough to get you closer to the edge, only teasing you more. Your temper flares. The shadows holding your arms hostage tighten ever so softly. A warning. They're on your side, they want you to cum too. Or perhaps they're as cruel as their master and just want to watch you suffer for longer. But the message is clear. You need to play into his game.

"I know, princess." He leans down and leaves a kiss over between your breasts. Nuzzles his nose lovingly over your skin before catching your gaze once again. "You're always so good for me." His eyes rake over your exposed body. Making a show of how much he enjoys the sight before him. You can't help but curl your toes at the hunger in his gaze. "That's why I know you'll wait like I told you to. Only want you to cum on my cock tonight, you know that."

You let out yet another moan of his name and try to move your hips against his finger. He lets you indulge yourself for a couple strokes. Lets you let your guard down only to order his shadows to restrain your movements even more. Your moans pick up in volume and become ever more whiny.

"If you want me to cum on your cock then why not let me have it?" Ending the sweet request with a soft wiggle of your hips, as restricted as his grip on you allows. His endless patience is wearing thin. Your pleas are not as pointless as they may seem. The soft spot he has for you is his only weakness after all. You try to keep your face neutral at the realization. Things would only get worse if he found out you're plotting against him. "Then we can both feel good. I want you to cum too."

"Alright" Your heart soars, breath almost stalling at the agreement. You didn't think it would be so easy. Scarred fingers abandon your abused hole in favor of getting rid of his leathers. He only pulls them low enough for his erection to slap against his stomach. He strokes it once, twice without taking his eyes off your dripping pussy. Your mouth almost waters at the sight.

His eyes lock back into your own and he lets out a growl at what he sees. Unfiltered and completely primal want. He guides himself to your core but he wouldn't be the wicked spymaster of the night court if he didn't tease you just a bit more. He circles the leaking tip of his cock over your clit and slaps it twice before finally pressing it where you need him most.

"Is this what you want?" You barely have any time to feel the triumph in finally getting what you wanted, in the breathlessness present in his voice, before he starts pushing inside you. Your orgasm catches you unprepared as it wrecks through your body. Mouth open in a silent cry of his name. Eyes rolling back and mind shattering. You don't know how long it lasts or when it even started. The world pauses as you feel unimaginable pleasure. Your blood sings his name as if every nerve ending was exposed to him, controlled by him.

When your mind starts fighting through the haze you realize your hands are gripping onto him. Fingers curled around his dark hair and nails sinking into his shoulders. He must have called his shadows back in the middle of your mind numbing orgasm. You open your eyes to see him watching your face with a somewhat smug and content expression.

"How'd that feel?" You can only let out a moan and close your eyes again. Reveling in the pleasure. Letting the answer flood him through the bond. You can't help but smile at the growl he lets out and stuttering of his hips at the onslaught of pleasure. Let him feel at least a fraction of what he just put you through. This satisfaction is short lived as you realize his pace keeps going steady. He has no intentions of stopping anytime soon. The realization must be clear on your face because you can see the smirk on his face even before you open your eyes.

"You were begging for me to let you cum for so long" He punctuates every word with a precise, deep thrust of his hips. "It would be cruel of me to only let you do it once, right?" You start to say his name, going back to pleading already but he shuts you up with a kiss and a particularly deep thrust. "None of that. Let me take care of you."

[female-hysterics]

Hiiii! Huge fan of your blog!

Woke up on this Wicked Wednesday thinking about Steven just being absolutely obsessed with your tits, even more so after you have your first child together?

Omg thank you so much! 🥺❤️ And yes he would be SO obsessed! 😤

This man is absolutely obsessed with your tits, loves everything about them, and will spend countless hours playing and licking and nibbling and nuzzling them if you let him. Sometimes you even wake up in the middle of night and he's face planted right in between them, one cupped lovingly in each hand, and he is out like a light. You tease him at first, but you eventually find yourself missing his touch and reaching out to place his hand over your breasts randomly when you two are having a lazy day (not that he minds one bit) and that is also the quickest way to get him riled up.

You remember one bad restless night with Steven that you eventually rolled him over and let him fuck your breasts, letting him control the pace and pressure, and he went absolutely feral. The wild look in his dark eyes and the sounds he made still makes you wet thinking about it and he still shyly asks if you can do it for him again when he's particularly stressed.

After your first child is born he becomes even more obsessed with your tits. Eyes dropping to your chest more, hands groping you more throughout the day, and his lips seeking out your sensitive nipples almost desperately whenever he's fucking you. You whine and wiggle against him, but ultimately pet his wild curls as he nuzzles against you. He often would just crawl over your body if your lounging somewhere and stick his head underneath your shirt, using your laughter as a momentary distraction so he can grope you or lap over your nipples with a small purr, and you just resign yourself to being pinned by him until he's satisfied.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Who would think Kalim would be such a closet pervert, I expected it from rook but not kalim

Do you recon you could do some other characters??

💞💞

(Accidentally Sitting on Their Face)

Sure can!

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Accidentally Sitting on Their Face (3) | Yandere Twisted Wonderland

Jade Leech 

“Alright, I found some more of those mushrooms you were looking for!”

“Thank you, Darling.”

You decided to join Jade on this hiking route he’s been talking about lately 

Whether it’s because you wanted to get to know him better or you were genuinely wanting to go on a hike you went

Granted you did have to keep ignoring Deuce and Ace’s warnings about you ‘being brought out and buried alive’ by the eel

But nonetheless, you came

And so far you were glad you did 

Seeing pure happiness in his double-colored eyes was rare 

But you were happy to see it

Jade on the other hand was practically on cloud 9 

He hadn’t intentionally meant to have his darling tag along 

He didn’t mind

After all, he could use the extra help 

With gathering herbs to make Azul’s potions

Getting specimens of land mushrooms

Scopingoutthenearbylakeforunderwatercavestokeepyouin

So he’s very grateful he gets to watch you partake in his interests

Especially watching you go so far as to start climbing trees to get a high-hanging mushroom

“(Y/n), be careful climbing so high. These trees are lined with sap so I’m certain its going to be–”

“Whoa!” 

“-slippery.”

Smiling amused at your hanging form he gets a wicked idea

A most awful wicked wonderful idea

“I-I can’t…ergh–get my foot up there!”

“Thats alright starfish, you can fall. I’ll catch you.”

“A-are you sure?”

You couldn’t see the toothy smile as he lines himself up with you

And whether you go against your instincts or your hands finally give out you land on Jade Leech’s smiling face

You apologize trying and failing to get off a couple times thanks to the strain on your legs

Completely blinding you to the wide-eyed smile you’d typically spot on Floyd

“I’m really sorry, Jade! I didn’t mean to fall like that.”

“Its perfectly fine (Y/n). In fact I might ask you to do it again.”

With no one to hide behind or call his attention away

You might end up in another situation in which the eel needs to be repaid

Ruggie Bucci

“Steady! Steady!” 

“I’m trying Ruggie I really am.”

Here in Twisted Wonderland some of the best deals were on the highest shelves

And as you and Ruggie are both struggling financially 

Its only natural you two team up for the good cause of feeding yourselves

And man has Ruggie never thought you looked better

Scoping out deals with him and calculating what you both can afford

He’s wanted nothing more than to put a ring on it

And he was going to whetheryoulikeditornot

So here you were standing on his shoulders while you were search through the high shelves

“Ruggie?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you really okay to hold me up like this?”

“Whats it? You think I’m weak?”

“Well no but–”

“Trust me (Y/n) I didn’t get into Savvannaclaw without muscle.”

“Alright..”

A if Jinxing it you began to wobble and so does he

Ending with you lovingly smothering the vicewarden

“Ruggie are you okay? Did I crush you?”

“Y-yeah you did.”

“I’m so sorry!”

“I-its fine. Uh lets-um finish shopping, yeah?”

“Right!” 

He’s reeling 

Blushing intensely as he replays the moment

Aswellaswhatcouldofbeen

“Maybe next time I should use ‘Laugh with me.’”

[treedaddymcpuffpuff]

JOHN WICK WIPS (INSPO FROM THE BRILLIANT @scarlettspectra) ; READ TW 🕊️

──────── #1 SAVE ME, JW

“You want me to leave you alone, don’t you?” You’re willing to let this one slide, despite the trouble you’ll get in later for it. Maybe a few bruising slaps, nothing you can’t handle. 

“You can’t now.” 

You look at him strangely. “I can.”

“Your boss is expecting you to deliver.” 

You wonder how he knows all this, how he can be casual about it. 

“Look at me.” You grin, unbothered, only a little frightened of consequences and repercussions. “You think I’m not used to losing?” 

He does look at you, really, and it makes you shudder. Underneath all that grief is slaughter. Bodies piled and burning. Your mouth runs dry and the grin falls. “What are you here for?” 

He wipes alcohol from his bottom lip. “Your boss.” 

You prickle. “Please.” He betrays no sympathy, so you try again. “Please don’t. I need to protect them.” 

“Den mother?” He asks.

You look over your shoulder to the oblivious family you’ve grown to love. Men and women in scantily clad outfits just trying to live in this fucked up world.

“Yeah,” you nod, taking a huge drink of alcohol to numb the future.

It doesn’t help. 

He puts his hand on your arm, steadying the shakes. “I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

You find yourself laughing despite the gravity of the situation. “You’re one man. He’ll have you killed, and we’ll get caught in the crossfire.” 

He tips down the last of his drink. “Get them out.”

“And then he’ll come looking for me,” you hiss, leaning on the table with your head in your hands.

He says, without a crumb of doubt: “no he won’t.” 

──────── #2 NONCON ; DEAD DOVE ; DARK DARK DARK JW

There’s black hellfire in his eyes, a dark promise to make you sorry for your miserable little John-free existence, and, for a second, you resign to the notion that he is going to keep his iron grip around your suffocating throat until you pass out. Your vision is already blurring and darkening, claws scratching pitifully at his arms. A little woodland creature in a big bear trap. 

But, he lets you go, dropping you right on the hard floor, and you land on your ass, gasping for air, face soaked from tears, dress ripped down the middle. He jams his pointy shoe in between your legs, pressing the tip into your cunt, hurting you. 

“John, please,” you whimper through gritty teeth, trying to push his leg away and only getting a big black dress shoe crushing your pussy as reward. 

Your head flips back, neck craning just enough to put agonizing tension on your scalp and spine. His fist nets what feels like every tearing hair on your head, and you can’t help but screech in pain. 

“Please,” he repeats, voice eerily calm even as he’s shoving his fingers down your throat and making you choke. He pulls out and leaves thick white spit dripping onto your pouty lips and chin. He smears the excess on your cheek and smiles down at you - almost lovingly - “you’re begging already? Fucking pathetic.” His foot digs deeper into your sensitive pussy and you let out a cry, proving his point. 

“Oh, I missed this tight little cunt,” he sighs and closes his eyes as if talking to himself. “Thought about her every fucking day.” 

“John, I’m sorry, I-“ 

“Shut up.” He slaps you on the cheek, hard enough to leave a big red welt, then lugs you up by your hair. He doesn’t bother to move his leg, so your bare skin scrapes raw on the rough fabric of his pants. “The only thing that’s gonna come out of that pretty mouth from now on is ‘yes, John.’”

He spins you around, manhandles you onto the counter, presses his cock into the cotton of your panties and slaps your ass harder than he had done to your face. He watches your plump jiggle and retract, wets his lips, grunts. “Did you hear me, baby?” He slaps the same spot, and you yelp and claw at the counter. 

“Yes, John.” The phone is right beside your head, you see the screen light up with worried texts from your friends, asking if you’re home yet. You could try and pick it up, call someone, dial 911, but this is John, and you know there’s not a chance in hell you could touch that phone without him crushing it in one grip. 

“Oh?” He sees where your eyes are, of course he does. He’s a fucking lethal predator, and you’re just a stupid girl. “You wanna call somebody to come save you? Do it. Call them. But you’re gonna watch attentively while I kill them all, I can promise you that, honey.”

──────── #3 HOUSE PET

The cute baby blue collar around your squishy, bruised neck - and how can he help but mark you up? It’s so easy to dig his teeth into your skin and latch on.

The cream-pink cheeky underwear nestled tight to your flesh, hidden under a mid thigh denim skirt. 

The delicate bralette, useless in caging your heavy, bouncing breasts - even with the aid of the tight pink camisole.

Just for him, an opaque, creamy white, mock garter hugging your thighs and making the fat bulge and jiggle over the snug tops. 

John wants to lap at that flesh like you would with melting ice cream from the cone. 

He tugs on your little leather leash. The one accessory on your body that’s not pastel and sickly feminine. This shiny lead indicates that the tether between your neck and his hand belongs solely to him.

Adorable cuffs around your wrists and ankles - color made to match collar. 

His hands, so steady and thick, inching up your inner thighs and making you giggle and twitch. 

He knows you’re so very ticklish right in the crease of your thighs. So adorable trying to squirm away from him even though you know it’s completely useless. 

“Johnny, stop it,” you gurgle, slapping at his plucking and pinching fingers. 

His mouth contradicts his rough hands, giving you tiny, loving kisses all over your hot face. His smile melts you into a pliant doll, ready to be played with.

At his total mercy - eager to be at his total mercy - not one vulnerability he doesn’t see and latch onto, yet so completely safe and sheltered under him. Like standing in the eye of a tornado, or being a sucker fish on the side of a big great white. 

You card your hands through his silky hair, pushing it out of his face and pushing your caged cunt up into his teasing thumb. “I love you.” 

“I love you.” He licks at your lips and you open for him, ready to be devoured and left breathless from his mouth.

──────── #4 THAT FUCKIN WHITE HENLEY

“Good boy,” I say, “good boy. Who’s my good boy, huh?” 

The tiny Italian greyhound bounces high enough to kiss my face, and I’m giggling in delight. “Yes! You’re my good boy. Go get it!” I throw the ball and he’s gone in a flash, fast a lightning, legs moving so swift I can’t even see them under his little body. 

I turn back to the house, where John is situated on our little deck and fixing the grill up.

Instead of coming to me, Oz runs to Dad, and drops the ball at his feet. 

My husband picks it up, shows it to Oz, then shows it to me, still leaning down, the upper half of his torso partially obscured by porch rails. 

He smiles at me, eyebrow raised.

“Yeah, yeah,” I call over, giggling, “you throw better than me!”

He looks back at the dog. “Don’t be mean to your mom, Oz. It’s not her fault she sucked at gym class.”

Ozzie barks, uninterested in our banter, all eyes for his toy, and I laugh, mouth popping open in mock offensive gesture. “I’m sorry we can’t all be built for high impact sports.” I stick my tongue out at John, and earn a soft chuckle.

He stands up, brushes his blue jeans off and - oh - I haven’t seen this shirt before. 

It’s just a damn shirt, and I’ve seen this man at least more than a couple times completely naked, so why am I salivating while he saunters up to me to hand me the ball. Oz, blissfully ignorant to the tension between us, happily trots after him.

He puts the ball in my hand, grins at me. “Thought you’d never wake up, sunshine.” 

“I-uh-had a long night.” My cunt gives a diabolical throb. The thick fingers handing me the toy were the same ones scissor fucking my sopping cunt only a few hours ago. 

“Poor baby,” he tsks, leaning down to kiss my head. 

That fucking shirt. White, marled Henley with the v cut out so his chest can wink teasingly at me. Something about it makes me pulse in more places than my loving heart. 

“Wear’d you get this shirt?” I ask him.

“You like it?” He says, twisting around so that I can see the taut bend in his waist and the way the fabric rumples and clings against his sinew and tendon.

I feel the urge to chomp down on my knuckle to avoid screaming. 

“You look good,” I say, treading carefully, salivating. Jesus Christ to lord 

His smile is all knowing, mischievous, awful, going straight to my pussy.

“I’m thinking barbecue chicken for lunch,” he says. “Would you like that?”

I’m not crazy, that last sentence is 100% dipped in sin and low toned. My cunt puckers. “Sounds good.” 

He goes back to fixing the grill while I play with Oz. My throws are even worse now that I’m entirely distracted by watching his muscles move under creamy fabric.

Before I know it, he’s got my back pressed up against his front again, big body engulfing me. “Bad news, baby,” he murmurs, kissing my neck.

I giggle as his beard tickles my skin. 

“The grill is out of commission. Let me take you out.” His smile is warm against my shoulder. 

My stomach gives a little growl. “What’d you have in mind?” I ask.

“Whatever you want,” he tells me. 

“Want you,” I tell him, reaching around to feel for the hard bulge under his denim.

He grabs my hand, spins me around, kisses my fingers and then sucks them into his mouth while I make an absolutely fool of myself and moan involuntarily. 

“So impatient,” he tsks, “do I have to spank you again, needy little girl?” 

This isn’t fucking fair.

[morallygreyyn]

hi!! i hope you're having a good day/night <3

if it's not too out there, could i request softdomme!reader restraining illumi and edging him with a vibe to try to get more of a reaction than usual out of him? break this man <3

gn or female reader is fine, up to you!

in search of perfection (sub!illumi x domme!reader)

description: you had seldom heard illumi moan, but those times you had, it was like music to your ears. now, you wanted to know what it was like when he screamed...

authors note: break him i shall, dearest anon, break him i shall <3

warnings: smut, domme/sub dynamic, edging, forced orgasms, mirror sex, smidge ooc illumi towards the end (?) this is definitely a hear me out moment as he would probably never do this but i truly just want to hear this man scream 🤧 is that so wrong?

word count: 1.5k

minors dni

requests are open! please read my rules!

You brought your mouth to Illumi’s just as he reached another climax, his fingers tightening around the restraints that bound him, a quiet grunt escaping his otherwise perfectly quiet demeanour. 

“I love seeing you like this, Illumi.” You whispered to him, nibbling his earlobe. “The sight gives my heart a bit of a rush.”

“Why?” He got the words out through clenched teeth, still feeling the relentless whirr of the vibrator against his prostate.

“I have Illumi Zoldyck under my touch, orgasmming for me over and over, being oh so obedient.” You smiled sweetly, knowing your actions were anything but. “It really is quite beautiful.”

“I don’t see what is beautiful about it.”

“You are beautiful.” He seemed to freeze at your words, mouth forming the perfect ‘o’ shape. Lovingly brushing some hair out of his face, you kissed him again before stopping the vibrator, knowing that he was on the verge of reaching another climax.

“Y/n.” 

“Yes?”

“Why?”

“For fun.” You grinned, stroking his cheek. It wasn’t time for him to know of your greater plan just yet. “You’ll be a good boy and obey, won’t you?”

Flipping the vibrator back on, you watched with delight when Illumi’s muscles strained and pulled, keeping as still as possible like you wanted. You knew he was more than strong enough to demolish any form of bonds, but that would result in your displeasure, and Illumi oddly loved to please. Illumi was also tough, and would never express what he was feeling, if anything at all. So, being the helpful person that you are, you took it upon yourself to coax whatever reactions out of him that you could. If that meant breaking him then so be it.

Sensing he was close again, you cruelly turned off the vibrator and stood.

“Where are you going?” He asked as you left him on the bed, heading towards the box where you kept your toys.

“Just here.” You replied with a smile, taking your time choosing what you would use to make Illumi moan. It was a rare phenomenon, but it could be done. You had heard the elusive sound a precious few times, and you were determined to hear it again. 

Choosing your apparatus, you turned to him with a wicked glint in your eye, and Illumi knew that he would be here for a while.

It had been a couple of hours before Illumi showed promise. You had broken him down enough for his quiet grunts to turn into moans, and you couldn’t deny how beautiful he both sounded and looked. His long black hair spread around him like glossy tar, his toned and lithe body twitched and flexed with each sensation that rippled through him, a light flush dusted his cheeks as he gazed at you, fathomless eyes as heavy and pulling as a black hole. 

“What more do you want?” He breathed, words hitching as your hand traced lightly over his sensitive skin. Despite being highly trained, he was only human. 

“Scream for me, Illumi.” Your touch was as soft as a whisper, lovingly caressing his pale skin. “I want you to scream.”

“How are you going to do that?” Illumi’s question was little more than curious, albeit unintentionally condescending. He sounded as though that was an impossible task.

“With this.” You brought your hand to rest against the strap-on you would use to fill his hole, knowing he was the most unabashed when being pounded. “I think it’s high time you get filled, wouldn’t you agree?”

“What’s so special about that?” Illumi had never screamed before but, then again, he had never been made to feel this good before. He also couldn’t deny the want, which was a completely new feeling for him. 

“What’s special is that,” You pointed towards the vibrator that was rapidly buzzing against his new erection. “Is staying on.”

“Oh.” He sighed, eyelids fluttering shut at your words. He was at the brink of some precipice, although he didn’t know what. This was further than you both had ever gone before, and he didn’t quite know the extent of pleasure you were subjecting him to. He had only been exposed to bodily pleasure after meeting you. 

Settling between Illumi’s legs, something caught your eye from your peripheral vision. Turning to look at the mirror, a wicked idea formed in your mind. That was perfect.

Unfastening his restraints, you tilted his chin upwards to meet your gaze. “Get on the floor and face the mirror, I want you on your hands and knees.”

Illumi moved off of the bed to comply with your command, seemingly less fluid and graceful than he usually moved. You could tell he was tempted to tear the vibrator off of him, but you knew he was feeling too good to remove it. Only a man as strong as he was could withstand such sensitive and overbearing pleasure and find it enjoyable. 

You watched as Illumi exposed himself to you, meeting your eyes through the reflection of the mirror. Oh, the sight of him almost froze you in place. With hooded eyes, a light flush on his cheeks, lips parted, and hair tumbling to the floor, you almost lost your demeanour and pounced. How had you gotten so lucky? Who else knew this side of Illumi? He was simply exquisite.

You kept his gaze as you moved to stand behind him, kept it as you dropped to your knees, hands running up the inside of his soft thighs. His muscles tremored slightly beneath your touch. Yes, he was definitely ready. Finally, after hours, Illumi would be responsive enough.

His hole was already wet and open from the prostate vibrator that had abused him for the majority of the day, and so it took very little effort as you slowly pushed into him, taking your time and savouring the look on his face as you did so. Yes, the mirror was a fantastic idea.

One you had buried yourself to the hilt, you stilled. The only sound in the room was the whir of the vibrator, and Illumi’s heavy breathing.

“Move.” He demanded, fingers curling against the wooden floor. You smirked, he was desperate.

“Why should I?” You felt wicked as you grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled, coaxing a low moan from the boy. “Is that what you want?”

“Yes.”

You pulled him up, his back flush against your chest while your hand wrapped around his throat, giving it a slight squeeze. “You want me to fuck you nice and good?”

“Yes.”

“If you insist.” You kissed his neck before pushing him back down and letting him touch the floor again. “I am looking forward to that scream, Illumi.”

Pulling out as slowly as you pushed in, your hips snapped forward and Illumi jolted. Without giving him a moment to catch his breath, you began pounding. Having been edged for hours, Illumi almost couldn’t handle the unbearable sensation of both a vibrator and a strap-on making him feel overwhelmingly sensational. He felt as though he was on fire, his entire being was burning.

You watched carefully through the mirror, watching his face contort as he lost control of both his emotions and his reactions. Moans freely fell from his lips, and grew ever louder the closer he got to his high that he had been chasing but denied. His face looked almost pained, but you knew it was from exquisite pleasure. Illumi would never look pained if he was actually in pain. 

His eyes rarely left yours, only briefly a few times when his eyes closed on a particularly good thrust that brushed against his prostate. His voice had become strangled, almost choking on the sounds he was making. You wrapped some of his hair around your fist as you rode his ass, sincerely loving every moment of this. His expression was one you had never seen before and you felt the need to commit it to memory. 

“You’re so beautiful.” You couldn’t help but say, and his eyes flickered to yours before returning to watching himself get fucked by you. You could tell he was extraordinarily close, his voice getting louder and louder with each snap of your hips. “I will let you finish, but you know the condition.”

“I know.” He managed, crying out as he held your gaze once more. His eyes did not stray from you as he reached the high he so desperately sought, and Illumi Zoldyck came with a scream. 

If you could have a single sound memorised, it would have been that one. It was simply perfection. 

Helping him through his earth shattering orgasm, Illumi’s body trembled against yours as he slowly came back to earth. 

You pulled out and took off the vibrator, tossing them to the side to be cleaned later. Your first priority was your boyfriend who was lying on the floor, forehead pressed against the wooden panels as he caught his breath.

“You got what you wanted.” He said as you brought him into your arms, his head dropping against your shoulder. 

“It was perfect.” You stroked his hair, planting kisses against his temples as you made him look at you.  “You are perfect.”

[dark-and-kawaii]

100% agree Zevlor would get into public stuff with a non-tiefling partner. To build off that I feel like it would give him a wicked breeding kink. He'd be so desperate to fill them anywhere, all the time. And if he did get them pregnant it'd be so much worse. Zevlor's mouth is watering just looking at them, at how their body is changing because of him. He's absolutely obsessed with their growing stomach and breasts. Adores being out and about and letting everyone see them. Zevlor loves spiting the people that would frown at their relationship, it only spurs him on, he can barely keep his hands of them.

Ohhhh hell yes it would (๑>ᴗ<๑)!!!!! Zevlor and breeding just go hand in hand, and like no one can change my mind on that!!! Love you for this Poetry!!! Like oh my gosh you have me drooling and super horny for this man right now!!! Like, I totally agree- he would 100% parade you around, so proud of himself for knocking you up!!!! Ahhh!!! Please you are amazing for this and I just want to smooch you!!! *hugs and smooches* ♡ ♡

Content: Leaky Breast - Zevlor Loves Walking Around The City With Your Pregnant Belly - Aradin Hates That You Are With Zevlor

He walked down the streets of Baldurs Gate with you wrapped around his arm, his tail swishing back and forth with pride as those who despised his kind watched him with disgust. A foul-blood, that’s what most thought of him. And he had somehow managed to charm the most beautiful woman in the city to walk by his side.

As you stopped at a fresh flower stall and picked up a bundle of tulips, his eyes couldn't help but travel down your figure. You were wearing a dark red dress, his favorite. It hugged all the curves he adored and showed off the swell of your breasts and even better it hugged your round belly, the very place his child was growing.

He was lost in thought, a bit too much as he felt his face heat up and his cock throb against his tight pants. He wanted you right there and then. You were his. His lover, his heart, and soon to be mother of his first born. He felt a tug on his sleeve and looked down to see you watching him with a smile.

“Something wrong, love?”

His breath hitched at the question, “No, nothing is wrong-“ he was about to pull you into a hug until he saw that trash adventurer, Aradin… He was watching the two of you… And Zevlor knew what the man was thinking, how far you’ve fallen to the likes of a hellspawn… That you would’ve been better off with him rather than the likes of a bloody tiefling.

Without even thinking, Zevlor kept his infernal eyes on Aradin, his hand coming to rest on your swollen stomach.

Zevlor had no reason to be jealous, he knew you were his and his alone, and yet he still felt the need to claim you once again as Aradin watched. He wished to take you right here and now, to fill you in front of all those who oppose him…

In a blink, his lips were upon yours, it was a tender kiss, but filled with so much love. Your arms wrapped around his neck, your fingers brushing against his horns as you dropped the tulips to the ground. The crowd that was passing by suddenly came to a stop to stare at the two of you.

He pulled away, his hand still resting on your belly, his tail wondering over to your hip, rubbing it lovingly. His eyes never left Aradin, the man was still watching and Zevlor couldn’t help but to smirk.

“Ah~ Ze-Zevlor- I- my-“

Snapping his attention back to you, Zevlor noticed how your face deepened in color, your arms reaching up to cover your- oh. To cover where your breasts had started to leak, the dark stain showing through the material of your dress.

You must have been sensitive, your pregnancy was nearing its end, and you were so eager to please him at every turn, no matter where you two were….

“We should get you home, dear.” Removing his jacket he draped it around you before pulling away. His eyes traveled back to the man who was now turning away. Zevlor was no fool, he knew that Aradin was a coward, he had no courage to challenge a tiefling like himself. And with that his tail swished again, his whole body filled with pride as he watched the man leave.

You were his, the child within you was his, and those milky breast that leaked milk were his as well. He was going to make sure everyone knew you were his, no matter what. Parade you around so all knew that you had accepted the seed of a hellspawn…

[fourmoony]

𝐨𝐡, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲

𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐥𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

⭒⭒⭒

𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬' 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝.

𝟖𝟏𝟕 - masterlist

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"I want one." I'd said, without even thinking.

Harry had just started to crawl. Lily was hovering over him rather nervously, wand at the ready to fix any bumps or bruises whilst James (who was very frazzled, but also very chuffed for his son) tried to figure out how to work the 'bloody muggle photo-thingy'.

Inside the Potter's living room, filled with laughter and joy, and so so much love for each other (and Baby Harry) it was all too easy to forget about the war. It was easy to forget the identifying questions James had made us answer on arrival, or the incantation we'd had to perform just to be able to see James and Lily's home. It was easy to forget the missions Sirius and Remus were being sent on, stretching out over weeks and days, or the missing muggles, witches and wizards, the rising death toll, the insistent nagging from The Dark Lord to change allegiances and join him.

On a lazy Sunday, where Lily would make soup and crusty rolls for lunch, and a roast for tea, where James and Sirius would spend hours transforming between their anamagi to amuse Baby Harry and Remus would read aloud whilst Peter and I played chess, it was easy to forget everything wrong with the world. It was so easy to just exist.

Remus looked up over the cover of his book and then down at his nephew, who was now sitting atop Padfoot, his father laughing maniacally whilst Lily shooed them out of the kitchen. He smiled an odd sort of smile, like he hadn't expected the words to come out of my mouth at all. Ever. Honestly, neither had I. Having children had been the last thing on my mind, in that time. But seeing the joy that Harry had brought to our friends, the life that Lily and James were building for him - it inspired me.

"Well," Remus mused, sitting his book down on the coffee table - careful to mind the cups of scattered tea everywhere - "I'll distract Lily. You could take Prongs in a duel. Easy."

His smile was wicked, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he came from the single arm chair to the sofa I was stretched across. He lifted my legs, sat them back on his lap, arm stretched along the back of the sofa behind me. I rolled my eyes at him, pouting, "You know fine well that's not what I meant, Lupin."

Remus laughed. A rare laugh, these days. My heart melted. He looked so much like the boy I'd fallen in love with all those years ago - the quiet (not at all quiet), studious, mysterious Remus Lupin. Little had I known he was the true mastermind to all 'Marauder' pranks, while remaining studious and mysterious, but also being the biggest, most sarcastic loud mouth I'd ever met. I had been in way too deep ever since.

"I know, love, I know." He patted my shin gently, lovingly.

He was thinking, behind those big, hazel eyes. I knew Remus inside and out, the moral debate was eating him alive. The self doubt, the inner fear he held of himself, of the wolf.

"I guess I never much thought of us having children. Of you wanting to have them, really, with me..." Remus looked pitiful, lost in thought, I frowned.

"Why wouldn't I want to have children with you? They'd be the prettiest, smartest, funniest babies to ever walk the Earth." I said confidently.

This earned me another laugh. Then, a shrug, "I dunno," Remus scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, "The wolf, I guess. It's not really one hundred percent that the kid wouldn't be."

I knew the possibility. But I also knew the progress that was being made in the ways of Lycanthropy. I knew how hard it had been for Remus, growing up. I knew he was cast aside, an afterthought, that people held prejudice against 'his kind', but I'd only ever loved him more for the strong man it had turned him into.

Not everyone was like this, though.

"I know the risks. I know you'll have put a lot more thought into it than me. A conversation for another time, maybe, but I'd like you to know," My hands reached for his face, guiding him to meet my eyes, "It would never be the wolf that put me off having children with you, Remus."

Remus smiled, a genuine smile and leaned forward to place his lips on mine. I settled back into the sofa, watched as Remus picked up his book, settling over my shins to read it.

"Your massive head..." I blew a whistle, "Now that might put me off."

Sirius cackled from the kitchen. Remus blew a raspberry and Harry copied him.

[yuadokjon]

know your place, fool

summary: you had dared to break up with sukuna. via text. and now you face the consequences.

-----

You teetered back and stammered, "D-did you see my text? I said I want to brea-"

Sukuna cut you off with a dismissive wave, "Answer my question, sweetheart."

"I already did," you shot back, feeling somewhat brave. The hand that had snuck quietly behind the door now balled into an angry fist. Your shock and fear seemed to melt away as your forgotten rage ignited within you. Was that really important right now? Was he really showing up at your doorstep out of the blue an hour after having read your breakup text, no excuses, no explanation, no effort to engage? Did he think you were joking? He infuriated you.

Sukuna's eyes narrowed at your cryptic counter for a spell before widening again, and he barked with laughter, causing you to jump. You could see the glint of the round piercing perfectly centered in the inked sigil within his mouth bouncing along with his laughs. He swiveled a finger towards himself in feigned surprise then feigned pouting hurt, "Oh, me? Me? I'm the asshole?"

"You're so funny, sweetheart," he praised sarcastically, and you grimaced. He repeated pet names like that only when he was really pissed. Only his eyes hinted at how little humor he truly found in this situation at all. He honestly did not know what he found more adorable -- your dumb comebacks or, eyeing the tiny fists on either side of your body, that you thought you could fight your way out of this. His laughs soon died away, and your blood ran cold from the silence that replaced it. Like icicles, hanging heavily over your head. Ready to drop and skewer you at any given moment. Your earlier cowardly emotions came rushing back with a vengeance to wrest control from your smoldering anger. He took another step, which you paralleled without thinking, and crossed over the threshold. A casual kick from Sukuna later, and the door swung back into its frame with a loud bang. There went your escape route.

"Be serious," his voice low, "Who were you expecting?"

"L-listen, can we jus--?"

"I thought I told you to delete the number of every guy you know except me," he continued over you.

"Sukun--"

"You know I don't like when you do that."

"It was just Chos--"

His hand shot out and shoved itself into your mouth, pinching your tongue between his nails. Hard. You yelped. 

"So forgetful. What else did I tell you?" Sukuna ran a hand through his pink hair and tutted at your pitiful yowls, "I despise another man's name coming out of that pretty mouth. I could rip out your tongue right now." *

You felt his fingers twitch to emphasize his point. You thought you tasted iron. He stretched out his free hand towards you, and you shakily dropped your phone into the awaiting palm. He released your tongue and tapped the top of your head with a smile, pleased at how well he had trained his girl. So smart! Yet so very, very stupid. He wiped his saliva-coated fingers up and down your cheeks until clean and cocked his head to the side as he pored over your notifications. He only had seconds before the phone started to buzz urgently. 

"Choso, huh?" he finished your earlier sentence as he read aloud the name that filled the screen, and you held your breath. A brow twitched in irritation. He knew it. The device's desperation rang ignored by Sukuna as he tapped it against his chin, staring up at the popcorned ceiling then down at you deep in thought.

Choso, huh, he echoed in his mind. You thought to call him up? Him? That loser? He was always hanging around you. The droopy mop that eagerly followed around to pick up and clean after you, wicking away what tears you spilled in its presence. Even with all the precautions that he lovingly undertook for you, he still couldn't seem to shake Choso off you. Like a ghost that you welcomed to haunt your every step. And Sukuna knew exactly what he thought of him since the idiot wasn't afraid to hide it from anyone, either. More than once Sukuna wanted to wrench off those ponytails stupidly flaring out from either side of his head, and more than once you had quickly swooped in between the two men before fists or worse flew. He didn't understand what his brother -- or you -- saw in that depressive freak (though he did begrudgingly acknowledged the freak's gall). What a loser. So unhappy with his own life that he felt compelled to seek and corrupt whatever happiness surrounded him. Sad, pathetic, lonely virgin loser.

In fact, it was probably all his fault that you've been acting so strange lately. Knowing how important his friendship was to you, Sukuna, in all his grace, might have turned a blind eye or three here and there whenever the two of you had connected...and this was how the lucky bastard repaid his generosity? Holding the privilege of having your ear while abusing it to whisper such falsities that poisoned him to you? He didn't doubt that Choso was only doing all of this in the hopes of filling what holes that Sukuna presently occupied. And owned. The call soon died while lost in his thoughts, and you breathed a sigh of relief which you would later wonder how -- how could you have possibly believed that he was in any mood to let this go? The edges of his lips curled into a sneer as an idea took root. Guess a reminder was long overdue. For you and Choso both.

"N-no, you can't," you panted weakly and stared up at Sukuna with the most pleading eyes you could muster as you watched him redial. Please. Not him. You already had so few friends left. You couldn't imagine what he had planned, but you were apprehensive of whatever it was that had inspired that expression. He hushed and stroked your hair idly while humming along to the dialing music. Your cells screamed again, begging you to fight, escape, run, move, anything! Now! While he might distracted! But you remained there, frozen to the spot as he played with your locks, more terrified to incur his wrath than to suffer his humiliation. He perked when the tune stopped and turned the phone towards you.

It's for you, he mouthed and draped a hand over his giggling face. You stared back from him to the picture of you and Choso on your screen in disbelief at what was transpiring.

"Hello? Hello?!" You whimpered at the sound of your friend's panicked voice. "Y/N, I am so sorry. Some asshole slashed my tires and --"

"Hey, asshole," Sukuna interrupted and took the phone back, cradling it between his ear and shoulder, "I don't appreciate you hanging around my girl, you creepy fuck."

The other line went silent, broken by a low growl that preceded and permeated the normally soft-spoken speech, "Where is she?"

"Oh," Sukuna turned back to you with a wink followed by his eyes wandering down lower and lower. You suddenly wished you had something more than just an oversized hoodie and pajama shorts on. He continued, "She's doing just fine, don't you worry about her."

"S...stop it," you hoarsely whispered and swatted away his hand before rushing to grab the device a second too late. You pounded his chest as you found your voice again, "Stop it! Get out! I hate you! I HAT--"

You found yourself on the ground and your ears rang, tears springing to your eyes as your entire backside finally registered the pain. What happened? Who was pleading with you and calling your name so many times? He sounded so worried and he so far away... 

A tattooed hand was latched onto your face again, forcing down whatever fight you had left in you. You instinctively clawed at the attached arm until Sukuna squeezed your cheeks enough to bruise, and you stopped. The smile returned to his face, and he loosened his viselike grip. Slightly.

"Shh, shh...it's ok," he reassured seemingly to you both and crouched down closer with the phone until you could feel his hot breath descend on your face. The smell of cigarettes and alcohol invaded your nose through the thin window his fingers had left. It brought you fully out of your daze, and you don't know how you missed such a stink before. You cringed but kept your glare on Sukuna steady which only widened his grin. His girl was such a fighter. But the man knew exactly how he could make her lose over and over again until she finally yielded. You would surrender. You would submit. But it would be a bit before you got over your latest tantrum. You just loved to fight him, and he just loved watching you try. He closed his eyes and gave you a cartoonishly loud kiss on the back of his hand that still held you so painfully then snickered delightedly as you fumed. He truly infuriated you.

He moved back in to leave a trail of pecks down your forehead, eyes, cheekbones, jaw, forcefully angling your head all the while to give him more access to your skin. His other hand snaked in to grab a handful of your ass and pull you into him. He paused at your neck, and his eyes briefly flitted up to meet yours before glancing down again. He licked his lips, lingering a little on his canines, then aggressively kissed and sucked away at the back of your neck. He wanted to cover you. Mark you as his in a way that the whole world would know. Your face was already starting to resemble his, the way the reddening lines under his fingers traced your lower jaw and the older ones aligned beneath your eyes. But where else, where else? He had acquired so many tattoos and so many options. Maybe your wrists next? Your shoulders? Your arms, he decided, as you continued to wriggle around. He wrapped his long fingers around your biceps and snapped them to your sides, the phone clattering beside your head. You squeaked. You could feel his digits digging into your bones, violet rings sure to appear the next morning. As much as he loved your spirit, he was beginning to tire of it. How much longer were you going to fight him? He pressed his forehead to yours, his red eyes boring into you with unquestionable demand burning within them: "You be good now, okay? Let us hear your sweet sounds."

He slid down without waiting for any signal from you, as did his hands along the lengths of your arms until they stopped at your wrists and gathered them together overhead. You felt cool wood under your thumbs. He freed one hand to slide your shorts down your legs and took his prized seat between your thighs, hooking your legs over his broad, broad shoulders. You could hear only the drumming of your rabbiting heart that drowned out the hungry sighs that greeted your inner thighs. He knelt down and pushed his nose into your hidden entrance and inhaled deeply, even closing his eyes to better worship the scent. Oh, how he missed this. You just smelled so damned good. The best. And Sukuna only deserved the best. Of course he wasn't going to let you get away. He gnawed at the hem of your underwear, his fangs grazing your skin, until he found purchase and jerked it back. As your exposed warmth met the cold air, you reflexively shut your legs around him, which he easily parried with a loud smack of his palm. He smirked. 

"Be good now," he reminded before prying your legs apart again and tossing your underwear aside with a fling of his fingers. Finally. He ran a long slobbering stripe up your cunt, the grooves of his titanium barbell rumbling through every dip and rise within your walls. You shuddered, suppressing the noise that threatened to escape out of you. He hummed at your subdued reaction to his test. He took another experimental lick down and your feet arched against air, though you prevailed through another strangled bout of sounds. He wasn't even upset. Fight as you might against your higher instincts, your baser ones exposed you for the whore you were. You amused him so much.

"Nuh uh, doll," he sighed, "What did I say?"

Maddening. You could just slap that stupid grin off his stupid, fucking face. If you could see him past the gathered folds of your hoodie, that is. At some point, Sukuna had pushed it up to expose your breasts as well and obstruct your view. Not being able to monitor whatever he was doing down below only served to heighten your sensitivity. All you could glimpse was the shock of pink hair and nothing below, but you could guess as much -- he was enjoying the shit out of torturing you like this.

He took a few more careful licks before plunging fully into you and contorting his pierced tongue expertly around every point he knew you to be extra vulnerable. You couldn't breathe. You didn't dare to, because you knew that would mean the end. It was taking your entire energy and focus -- what little of both you had left -- to not release any of the noises that were choking your throat. But you were losing your resolve as fast as you felt something inside you build and build. And build. You furrowed your brows. Oh god.

You couldn't. Choso. You were so sorry, Choso.

You gasped and rivers of increasingly loud nonsense streamed through your lips, sometimes punctuated by coherent phrases but most times flooded with just animalistic mewls and moans as you writhed and bucked your hips into Sukuna's jaws. His hand still pinned your wrists together overhead, the only part of your body that didn't seem to be squirming about. You prayed that the phone beside you couldn't pick up any of the babbling involuntarily coming out of you or that Choso had hung up a long time ago. It had been silent for a while. But you were also starting to care less and less as everything except the feeling of the powerful thick muscle violating your insides faded away into oblivion. Oh, how you missed this. He just fucked you so damned well. The best. And didn't you deserve the best as his woman? Of course you weren't going to leave him. You felt that something snap, and you gushed into your boyfriend's expectant mouth that greedily devoured all, save for the droplets that dribbled down his chin and onto his shirt. He let you down to rest shakily atop his thighs and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, beaming down at you: "Good girl!"

You couldn't even hear his praise within your giant hood that had bobbed around earlier and collapsed atop your face. It just rebounded your ragged breaths. And your fight or flight instincts had quieted some time ago, too, though you weren't quite sure when. They were but dull murmurs now, smothered by the absolute ecstasy that came at you in violent waves. You moaned as you came down from your high, dreamily pushing your hips into Sukuna when you felt something hard poke you.

"Hey, what's the matter?" The words drifted into your ears muffled and faint, but you caught the sound of a belt unbuckling and a quiet but unmistakable zip. "You're not finished already, are you?"

-

"Tell me, sweetheart," he cooed as he switched the phone to his other shoulder and continued louder through his grunts, "What was it you were thinking? You thought we should what? Break up? And you thought to call Choso up, hmm? You thought you would just move on from the best dick you ever had and have a cute little thing with your dear friend Choso? Can bestie Choso make you feel like this?"

He shoved the microphone end in front of your swollen, parted lips. Your phone's screen became cloudier with each gasp and cry that Sukuna pushed out of you with every rock and roll.

"What was that, darling?" he called out from above and stopped.

"N-no no...no," you said in a stupor, half in answer and half in protest. What did he say again? The phone and his questions were already long forgotten in your mind. You didn't even know what the correct answer was but it felt right. You prayed it was, if only to get Sukuna to resume. You whined needily and pressed back into him.

"No," he agreed and ground into you that your heavenly sigh chased after, "this pussy is mine. This pussy was made for me and only me. Nobody else can take me so well except a perfectly molded cockdrunk whore like you."

"Y-yes, Sukuna."

"Whose pussy is this?"

"Yours, Su-suku-na."

"Whose pussy was this made for?"

"On-n-nly you, Su-ku-na!"

"That's right. I'm glad we learned our lesson."

Whatever Sukuna said was right was right, of course. He was always right. As if he read your mind, he rewarded your capitulation with rapid circles around your clit, drawing out even more squeals and affirmative wails of his name.

Your interrogator seemed pleased by your verbal pledges of fealty, but it was the physical ones you wouldn't be able to shy away from that were his real pride and joy. Your body was splattered with his scratches, bruises, red welts, and bites that had accumulated over however long you two had been going at it (he'd check exactly how long on your call log later since he still had to extract the recording app he secretly had installed). He admitted he had gone a shade overboard, the markings resembling nothing of the crisp clean black lines that glided down and around his body. So much for his original plan. But he admired his work nonetheless. The ones who didn't yet know who owned you would soon find out to stay clear away from you anyway. He swore it. He wouldn't be making the same mistake twice as he did with Choso. He retrieved the phone by your drooling face.

"So know your place, fool," he muttered into it one final time before chucking it away.

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* this line is taken from 2023 kdrama perfect marriage revenge.

[mushroommanstan]

I’m OBSESSED with your creepy Tenko omg. I’d loooooooove to strap him down to his bed for hours with one of those automatic cock sucker pumps that just completely milks him until nothing else comes out and his eyes roll back and he’s drooling like in his favorite hentais. And maybe some sweet aftercare from the reader after he’s too fucked out to even speak<3. UGHHHHH he gives me cuteness aggression or something I swear I wanna eat him up

“Alright baby, just a little more.” You said, dabbing his forehead sweat with a towel as he jerked around. He was a moaning mess, his eyes rolled back into his head as the machine did its job, not even slowing for a second as he busted another load. You watched the thick white liquid being sucked through a transparent tube, before dripping into the thermos with the rest.

One could argue what you were doing was selfish, using your boyfriends body to make some bucks. But he agreed to it, and by the looks of it he certainly didn’t mind. So really what’s the harm?

You got the idea while having sweet sweet sex with your beloved Tenko. You needed the stress reliever after trying, and failing, to collect enough pocket money for the new limited edition Super Hero Bros game before it went away forever. It wasn’t enough, those games were always wicked expensive, and with finals coming up you couldn’t give it the attention it needed.

So, of course, you went to your boyfriend for help. You needed his long cock to pound the stressful thoughts out of your brain for a while. So happily, he accepted your invitation to the party between your legs, and began pounding into like there was no tomorrow, like usual.

You noted in your foggy brain how weird his stamina was. Like always, he kept cumming in short sporadic bursts of 2 to 3 minutes, but not even stopping for a second in between. It always left a waterfall of cum flowing out of you by the end, one that’s a pain in the ass to clean if you’re being honest.

Just think though, all those people with erectile dysfunction and stuff who wanna have kids, meanwhile you’re wasting the breeder of the century by just washing away his cum every time. Hmmm, actually… maybe… I wonder if?

Afterwards, after the both of you were satisfied to the moon and back, just barely awake you searched up on your phone if you could sell cum. The sperm banks rates immediately showed up and… oh man… that’s a lot. And-and that’s just for one little cup? Tenko could fill those up like a god damn dispenser. Damn, that’d be like printing your own money…..

Which is what led you to the present. Currently, you had Tenko strapped to the bed (the restraints were his idea) spread eagle with one of his old vibrating fleshlights on his spicy boner. You were able to use your engineering classes for knowledge and resources to attach a clear tube to the fleshlight that would collect the sperm and transfer it into one of your thermoses.

Despite him agreeing to this, you felt a little bad about using him like this for a profit, so you decided to make this as fun for him as possible. That, and well, you just like seeing him squirm. So while the expensive hand-less fleshlight did it’s thing, you put his scrawny thighs over your shoulder and just demolished his prostate with your fingers before grabbing his favorite strap on.

You two have been doing this for hours, pushing his body to the limits, and at this point he was reduced into a puddle of tears and “milk”. His eyes were rolled back into his head, his face a red mess, his eyes now waterfalls, and his tongue lolling out of his mouth as he screamed for you.

“C’mon baby” you said, stroking his cheek lovingly before slapping him, making him moan out. “Just one more then we’ll stop. You can do it.” Your hips were beginning to buckle, stiff and sore from the constant thrusting but you persevered. You couldn’t stop now, not when he was mewling so preciously for you, still moving his hips along with yours and thrusting into the fleshlight like a bitch in heat. Fuck, he was so beautiful like this, you almost wanted to leave him like this and keep him as the work of art he is. But you knew that wasn’t possible, so you instead savored every drool filled, eye rolling lustful second with him.

It didn’t take long before he let out a hoarse, reedy whine, signaling his closeness. You smirked, beginning to fondle his balls as you milked his body for all its worth. He whines out, his worn body tensing as the last of the cum in his balls is pulled from his cock in a flurry of white hot pleasure. He tries to scream, key word here is try, as only a few spurts of cum come out, the very last of the batch, something you thought you’d never see. You wait until it’s completely traveled into the thermos before you pull out, turning off the powerful vibrator attached to your hips.

It takes a few good tugs to get the pump off him even after it’s turned off, and his cock, now devoid of life to give, falls limp onto his stomach, shrinking slowly back into its dormant state.

You tighten the lid on the thermos before placing it into the freezer in his mini-fridge, right next to the frozen pizza pockets and vodka he keeps in there. Yeah, he’s a little naughty. Then you shoot a quick text scheduling the appointment at the “bank” before turning your attention to your sweet baby.

He’s completely drenched in sweat, the bedsheets too, but he’s too exhausted to move. So you grab some wet wipes and wipe him down till he’s passably clean before pulling his boxers back up and collapsing next to him.

You wrapped your arm around his chest, tsking as you felt him tremble. He was crying softly, letting out little hiccups as he tried to calm down. “Oh calm down, you big baby.” You said softly.

He didn’t look at you, his eyes still glued to the ceiling and exotropia’d slightly in exhaustion. You got a little worried, only teasing before, so you whispered concernedly “you doing ok?”

Your head, nestled into his neck, felt his chin bump into it as he gave the faintest of nods making you sigh in relief. You kissed his neck, fretting a little over the texture of the fresh scars, and slapping his shoulder not too hard and scolding him. It was clear from just one glance at his state that no words were going to stick, so you sighed, pulling the blanket over the two of you and promising yourself to punish him in the morning. Maybe some spanking? Yeah, that’ll do it.

You know he’s trying to stay awake a little longer, just for you. You could see his eyes straining as he waited to see if you had anything left to say. And while it was sweet, you knew he desperately needed to rest, so you decided to hit his natural snooze button.

You weaved your fingers in his dark hair poofs, and immediately his eyes fell shut like they were weighed down by rocks. His mouth fell open and the room was filled with soft, but reasonably loud snores. You didn’t mind though, not when he has just the cutest snores ever.

You fell asleep, cuddled up to him not too long after that, and when you woke up you were in for a shock. Turns out, dangerous, world ending quirk gene having sperm goes for A LOT. Mostly from people buying it so it doesn’t get in the wrong hands. You guys were actually able to get TWO games instead of one. So… score!

[torturedbridgertonsdept]

Sweltering

Benedict was spending the day with you, his mistress, at his private lodging.

A/N: Thank you so much for all the love on my last Colin story! I don’t really know what I’m doing here, I’m just kinda feral for fictional men and writing about it so I can feel something lmao. Also I am a Benedict girly so I did have to write him next. -Bird

tags/warnings: f!reader pov | smut | 2k words | c*nnulingus | h*ndjob | PinV | semi-public | sweat mention

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The air was thick with the sound of cicadas and England’s summer heat. Benedict was spending a bit of time with you in his cottage located just outside Mayfield.

“Christ, it is unseasonably hot today,” You said, fanning yourself as you lay across his lap in the grassy field behind the home.

“No kidding, your skin is absolutely glowing, dear,” He said in a low hum, reaching down to kiss her forehead. You felt his kiss contort into a smirk as his hand trailed down your neck and slipped the sleeve of your dress off your shoulder. You gave a playful scoff.

“It is not enough that you have to hide me out here, but now you dare to undress me in an open field,” the snarky comment was met with a light elbow to his ribs. You looked up to meet Benedict’s eyes, beautifully squinting in the daylight.

“Perhaps I am simply trying to cool you down as any well-meaning gentleman would do,” Benedict replied, his tone laced with feigned innocence as he gently caressed your exposed shoulder. He knew well that it was rather inappropriate to do such things in the open, but the privacy of this home lent him plenty of room to misbehave. He glanced back down to meet your gaze, feeling his heart flutter at the sight of your playful smile.

“How kind of you to consider my body temperature and nothing else,” Sarcasm escaped your lips as you lovingly glared at him. “You are not subtle in the slightest, Benedict,”

“Is that right?” He asked, a mischievous grin spread across his face as his fingers reached the top of your dress, teasing at the strings that secured it to your chest. He felt the goosebumps on your skin and relished the effect, such a small touch from his calloused hands already had on you.

“I’m offended. I believe myself quite subtle,” he said in a low hum before leaning down to press a tender kiss on your mouth.

“Perhaps I just know you too well, Mr. Bridgerton,” You teasingly said, tracing your finger down the bridge of his nose. “I know you did not pay me a visit on the hottest day in London just to watch me perspire out here,” Your voice was low and suggestive as you stretched out further on his lap. A wicked smile spread across Benedict’s face at your sultry tone. His thumb on your cheek traced your jaw, down the crook of your neck to your collarbone, the dress slipping more as he toyed with you.

“Why, what a scandalous thing to say about me,” Benedict teased, his breath catching in his throat as he continued to slide the fabric down your body.

“Scandal indeed. What would they say back in Mayfield if they knew you were taking liberties with a mystery woman, out in the grass of your cottage?” You said, your eyes flickering from your now exposed chest back to Benedict’s darkened stare. His free hand moved to trace down to your sternum.

“The ton would talk, no doubt. Perhaps whisper about the debauchery,” He replied quietly, his voice trailing off into a low husky tone.

“They’d claim me the devil! How dare I defile an illustrious and reputable man like Benedict Bridgerton,” You sat up for a moment, connecting your lips to his.

Benedict was amused at your sarcastic response, but his laughter quickly turned into a soft groan when you pressed your lips on him. As the kiss grew in intensity, you hovered above him, hiking the rest of your dress down your frame. He moved his hands to your thighs, his fingers grazing across them until they found your waist. You both broke the kiss, gasping for air as you gave him heavy-lidded eyes. He tangled his fingers in your hair, a low moan caught in the back of his throat as the other reached down and found your bum, his palm fully taking you in.

“You would be the most beautiful devil I’ve ever seen,” he replied in a heated whisper.

“Is that so? Do you enjoy the vision of me in broad daylight, and not simply pinned against your family’s barn door at midnight?” You stood on your knees for a moment, allowing him to gaze upon every inch of your bareness.

His breathing grew labored as he drank you in. He felt his heartbeat in his chest as he gently dragged his fingers up the back of your thighs. The heat in his chest rose, as he whispered, “I believe you know the answer to that…”

Your breathing mimicked his, your core aching for his touch. Your legs gave the subtlest shake as he clawed into your skin.

“Indeed, I do. But I adore hearing that proper mouth say it,” You shook your head, letting your hair cascade around your back and shoulders. You loved the display you were putting on for him. He watched your hair fall around you, the sunlight hitting it in such a way that made it shimmer.

“You are wondrous…” Benedict gasped, a heated shiver running down his spine. He was utterly mesmerized by your body, his hands roaming slowly over your thighs and up your stomach. He tried hard to speak as he whispered, “You make it exceedingly hard for me to maintain a proper tongue…” You grabbed his chin, lifting it gently.

“Perhaps we shall use that tongue for better purposes,” You purred.

You weren’t used to having such power over anyone, let alone a man with a sparkling reputation such as Benedict. It only added to your attraction to him. He suggestively raised a brow.

“And what would you have me do with it, my dear?” he asked, the heat between his legs growing. He shifted beneath you, his gaze flicking down and then back up to your eyes. “For I cannot promise that it will make it much easier for me to be quiet,”

“I am sure I shall keep you quiet, darling,” You cooed.

You gave a wicked laugh as you pushed him toward the ground and slowly lowered yourself onto Benedict’s mouth, your soft thighs clung to his cheeks. Your core was dripping with desire and sweat as you did so. Benedict inhaled sharply, the heat of your center radiating against him. His chest rose and fell with each breath, his body craving you. He held his breath as his hands traced up your skin. He pulled you down onto him as his tongue darted out to lap against your center. You fell back on your hands, overcome with pleasure. Your moans rang in his ears as you watched beads of sweat race down your body and cover Benedict’s face in a mixture of your sap. Benedict continued to devour you ravenously. His firm grip on you guided the movement to an unimaginable pace. His tongue was working you over as moans of his own, muffled against your womanhood.

The friction was all too much. Your hips lost the rhythm Benedict had set for you as you grew closer to climax. It took all of you to stifle a high-pitched squeal from slipping out of you as you reached your peak, falling back onto Benedict’s body. You were breathless and dizzy, covered in a thick coat of sweat.

Benedict tried to stay quiet as he worked. It was driving him insane from just how much he wanted you. He hummed gleefully against you as you rode out your orgasm. In the hazy aftermath, he looked up at you with a grin, feeling a rush of sweat down his temple.

“Are you still breathing over there, darling?” You said cheekily as you sat back up, straddling him. You looked down at his flushed, wet face and felt a strong sense of satisfaction.

“I believe I’m still alive. Just in need of a moment to steady myself.” He let his head fall back against the soft lawn. “Christ I adore you,” He could feel himself growing hard, the heat between his thighs intense.

“Hm, something tells me we are not done here,” You smirked and shook your head, putting more weight down on his lap.

The sweltering heat had made Benedict’s hair stick down to his forehead, while yours frizzed up in the humidity. Even with your body slick and chest heaving, you refused to end things there. Benedict bit his lip as he stifled a groan. He gently caressed your legs, his breathing picking up again as he shook his head and replied in a low, heated voice, “I do not think we are done here either. Do you think you can manage more?”

“For you, Mr. Bridgerton, anything,” Your voice heavy in desire. You hastily lifted your hips to roughly pull down his trousers, just enough that his hips and torso were revealed to you. You reveled at the sight, wasting no time to take his length in your hand.

Benedict’s hips involuntarily bucked upwards into your touch. His lips parted in a silent gasp as his eyes fixated on the sight of you touching him. His eyes fell shut for a fleeting moment before he looked down, watching you work him. He shuddered slightly and exhaled slowly, his breathing growing heavier the more you stroked him. One hand moved to gently grasp your wrist, his thumb tracing the inside of it as he whispered, “Careful, love. You are going to make this end sooner than I’d like,”

You were so transfixed by the action that only his voice broke your trance. “How should you like it to end?” You looked hungrily over him. You refused to remove your hand from his body

After a brief moment of collecting himself, he tilted his head up and managed to speak in a low, husky voice, “I want to feel you.”

You did not resist his plea for very long. You wanted to feel him just the same. You placed your hands atop his as you once again lowered yourself onto him. A drawn-out, needy moan escaped you.

“Benedict!” You hissed his name. Your fingers clawed into his hands, nonverbally communicating that you needed him to set the pace as he did before. You wanted him to guide your body in the way he desired.

Benedict exhaled as he felt himself sink deeper into you, his eyes closing as he moaned. He could no longer deny the carnal need that was rising in him. He was rocking his hips gently into yours as he whispered, “That’s it, love,” He shuddered, his breath hitching as he filled you, his breath hitching as he whispered again, “Oh God, that’s it,”

You pressed your hands into his chest as you fervently rolled your body into his. You could tell that he would reach his peak any moment now and it only increased your pleasure.

“You can do it, Benedict. Come on, my sweet,” You sweetly encouraged him between his guttural moans.

Benedict’s head was hazy with pleasure, his breathing growing heavier as his body moved with yours. As you rolled your body into him, the wet heat of your core felt like an ecstasy he could feel in his soul. He felt a wave of pleasure wash over him, and he gasped, “Sweet Christ,” feeling the overwhelming pleasure rush over him as he gasped out your name and reached his climax. You collapsed on his chest as soon as you heard his last exclamation, your head dizzy from the heat and activity. Your arms weakly tried to prop you up, just to get another glimpse of Benedict’s flushed face.

“If I am to catch a heat stroke and die this way, it would be wholly worth it,” You chuckled, sounding out of breath and parched.

He felt completely spent, but as you fell onto him, he felt a low chuckle escape him as he brushed your hair from your face. After your quip, he replied, his voice just as rough as yours, “Now that does seem like a sweet death,”