#hnnn requests

[hnnny]

@jan-jan-binks

🎵When I was

An apprentice

My master

Took me to see the ashes

Of the planet he just ate :(

WAKE ME UP—

[hnnn-zelda]

here’s a couple options so you can sketch your favorite!! how about: sidon (botw), byrne from spirit tracks, or one or more of the ordon kids from twilight princess

Thanks for the request! Sorry it's a lot later than you submitted it, I ended up getting busy right after I posted the initial post for sketch requests lol

I decided to draw Byrne cause I haven't drawn him before, but I've always liked his vibes. I hope you like it!

[auratusaria]

And so I unfortunately got busy 😔 It also doesn't help that I have a little bit of writer's block. Sorry for the lack of updates ): I'll try to get back into the groove if I can!

[moechies]

oral err butt sniffin’ SRY

toji who would definitely take a long, dragged sniff of your butthole while eating you out from the back :(

i’m sorry i have to indulge in this because he so would ; he is so grimy and so gross, but you’re not gonna do a single thing about it. that’s why he does what he does !

you let him eat that pretty pussy from the back, darling. did you really think he wouldn’t take up the offer? you set yourself up the moment you said ‘yes,’ laying pliantly against the plush bed waiting for him to lazily tug off your panties.

he peels the fabric away from your cunt slowly, watching the strip of slick from your slit dirty your underwear. he can’t help but ask when you scold him to stop staring, stop working so slowly. you just want his hot tongue on you already! but he ignores your needy requests, nudging his body in between your legs to further separate your shy thighs. your cunt drools with arousal, which he obviously takes notice of, dragging a singular finger through the river of slick.

he moves his mouth closer to your cunt, purposefully breathing hot air against the sensitive plush of your skin. freckles of goosebumps become prominent at the sensation, and you wince; you’re such a dear, darling.

and then finally; finally he presses his hot tongue against your soppy cunt, clasping your sweet slit against his tongue. his large hands come up to spread and grope your supple ass, spreading you wide open before further burying himself in your warm.

you squeal when you feel the tip of his nose press into your puckered butthole, and instead of retracting he forces himself deeper.

“t—toji stop it !”

you’re almost repulsed, but you come to a realization of who’s eating your sweet pussy.

he blows off your cries, taking a long whiff of the tart hole above, groaning softly into your cunt.

“s’fucking good. you’re a dear, baby.”

“not there tojiii !” you drag out, words coming out as broken stutters as he simulates both of your sensitive holes.

“it feels good, don’t it ?”

“hnnn…” you gasp against the sheets, resistant to admit to toji that it does, it feels fucking amazing. because you know it’ll become his new addiction, become a bad habit for him to leap onto you just to get a taste of your sweet pussy, and a whiff of your soft butt. but you do anyways, “f—feels good, but—“

you’re quick to stop speaking when he gently nibbles your clit, making you thrash your leg in a shock. “toji !”

“can’t stop,” he groans, and it’s obvious by the way his experienced movements grow sloppy and slow, that he came. “d—damn it.” white nut paints the insides of his cotton boxers, leaking through his sweats, and possibly even damping the sheets.

“s’good. more, more. stay still. f’me.”

[finsplurtz]

OMGGG SUB!CHOSO FAILING TO DOM HIS BF PLEASEE!!! (∩˃o˂∩)♡

[a little bit of feminization and dumbification doesn't hurt anybody]

— sorry i take decades to finish requests😖😖

breeds u — choso.kamo

— dom ! male.reader x sub ! Choso kamo

— contents : Choso fails to dom u lol! Blowjob , cute Choso helpp , mention of blood in der.. dumbification if u ssquiiinttt , feminization so terms like “boypussy” n stuff , breeding kink , overstim n cute

warnings : mad ooc i js realized .. nothing too srs

✩°｡ ⋆⸜ 🎧✮

Your heart fluttered hearing your boyfriend ask you if you’d let him dom you. it’s just that was super cute and although it would go the way he’d want it to, you like to let him try.

according to him, he has been preparing for this moment which….was insane but he’d learnt a lot about this and was confident I mean CONFIDENT he’d dom you.

You were lying down comfortable watching your cute partner begin with jerking you off. You let out a pleasant sigh and close your eyes, relaxing to Choso’s touch.

though Choso has been extremely prepared, now that he was actually here and doing this….. everything he learned began to leave his pretty little head. He pondered, what does he do next?? He leaned down keeping his eyes on your face, he stuck his tongue out and licked at your tip.

You opened your eyes and looked down while he quickly averted his eyes, embarrassed. You brought your hand over to one of his cute pigtails and played with it, watching him shudder at your touch.

You gently pushed his head down on your cock expecting him to fight you off since he was soo ready but..he just let it happen. gladly taking your dick deeper down his throat.

your other hand made it to his other tied up pigtail and used it to fuck into his throat faster and faster, desperate moans leaving your throat the closer you got to coming. He gripped your thighs, his cheeks were crimson red and the scar over his nose leaked blood.

was he going to let you come? your dick twitched crazily in his mouth, it’d be fucking cruel if he pulled off now..

you gasped as your semen poured down Choso’s throat. You let go and tried catching your breath, running your fingers thru your hair to get it out the way. you peaked down at Choso who just looked at you nervously.

“..did…I mess..up..” he said in a low voice looking away sheepishly.

“Ohohh baby..” you sat up and smirked, cupping Choso’s face and leaving kisses on there. As you did that, you slipped his pigtails out of their tie and massaged his head.

“…you’re not supposed to do that” you kiss him before he could say anything and bring your hand down to jerk him off making him squirm and freak out.

he crawls closer, straddling your lap as you begin to finger him open, he’s moaning in your mouth, saliva tripling down his mouth.

“it’s okay, hon….you know what you are good at..?” Choso’s shaking as you rub your tip into his hole slowly.

“you’re good at fucking me with your cute boypussy..” you whisper and grab his ass, thrusting deeply into his tight hole.

“ahgn yn..! w..wait..” he’s flailing his hands around not knowing where to place them. “don’t worry ‘oso , just let me take care of you baby….” you kiss his chest and grind into his hips.

—

“ack—! s..ow…mmhhhn! da..~” you pressed your palm against his abdomen as you fuck him deeper, you can’t understand a single thing he’s trying to say you just love his sweet whimpers that sound like music to your ears.

“shhiitt…your pussy’s so..tigh..t..” Choso’s dick twitched at your words before releasing all over his tummy once again with a gasp of relief.

“hnnn..look at how deep I’m in you…” you slow down and admire the small bulge that disappeared and reappeared every time you moved.

“you were born for this…..born to go stupid on my cock and have my kids..” you say thru gritted teeth, Choso’s way too out of it to say anything back. just nodding in agreement with a faint smile on his face.

“yeah..? you’d love that…to be the mother to my kids” you giggled at your own words watching your dumb boyfriend struggle to stay conscious, scratching the sheets and letting out staggered cries. His nose and cheeks were smeared with blood, the red looks amazing on him.

you got closer and grabbed his wrists and fucked him harder than before, he’s screaming and squirming every time your cock hits his g spot, the overstim hurts and he almost can’t handle it.

you lean down and kiss his neck and jaw as you spill your seed inside his swollen hole. Small cries, you could feel his trembling body underneath you try to get you off. you didn’t even bother pulling out, you just moved over to the side and spooned him tightly.

you both knock out and he gets a tummy ache and starts questioning if u actually put a baby in him

a/n; can u guys tell i hate coming up with titles…. anyways come run in here n get y’all’s juice

[johnpriceslamb]

arthur morgan + back shots🙏

suggestive content under the cut. MDNI.

The headboard of the bed banged onto the thin, hotel wall.

A rough, calloused hand muffled your mouth as his other hand grabs a fist full of your hair— practically forcing your back to be arched.

After a long train robbery, with Micah pulling at his last straws and the amount of people he had to deal with, this was his reward. The anger within him diminished into a small ball once he heard your shy, meek request in going to a hotel from the gang to have a break. What he didn’t know, was that soft laced matching set which delicately rested on your perfect figure.

“Yeah? Yeah? Feel that, sweetheart?” The hand which held the fistful of your hair travels down to where his cock shaped into you too well- the bump forming in your stomach reappearing each time he thrusted deeper into your tight, velvety walls. He presses his fingers down, hearing your muffled gasps and cries.

You sobbed into his hand when his hips slammed into yours multiple times, which lead to his fingers coming back to hold your hair to pull you back further into his touch. The tip of his drooling member reaching places you’ve never thought existed, pre-cum spilling.

The walls were thin, but so was his restraint in fucking you till you couldn’t think.

“What a— ffuu— What a real good girl you are,” he leans a down to grunt in your ear, gently nipping it. You unconsciously tighten around him at the praise, which lead to him deliciously groaning right in your ears. That sound alone could make you cum.

The bristles of his stubble graze your skin which made you softly whine. He peers down to admire your sweaty, sticky body only to bite his lip hard once seeing your plump ass. His hand travels down to roughly grab it, watching it bounce as his dick slams into you.

“Hnnn..” He grunts lowly, a slow smirk forming on his face as he feels your walls tighten. You were so close, too close. Drool escapes your mouth as his pace became slower, yet the everlasting thrusts become so much more harder. You could feel every vein on his cock drag. Your nails claw at the bedsheets below you. Finally, his hand leaves your mouth to place on both your hips to allow him to practically re-arrange your guts.

Your sweet moans were echoing throughout the walls, he ushers you to be quiet but it was far too difficult considering how he was handling you.

“P—please..” You babble incoherently, long lashes dripping with tears from the pleasure he’s giving you. You don’t have to finish your sentence because he knew all too well of what you needed. His fingers come below to find that sensitive bundle of flesh which was in need of attention, rubbing figure 8’s on it.

Your tight walls spasm around him, hands clenching on the bedsheets tightly with your doe-y eyes rolling backing— his other hand frantically grabbing your chin to turn your head around so he could see the expression etched on your delicate face. A series of cum coats his cock like a white rimmed halo, from that alone was your spend.

“Darlin’,” He kisses your cheek, “Where do i—”

“Inside,” You softly whimper, “Please, fill me.”

Whatever his baby girl wanted, she got. A few more rough slams and his climax came quickly, dripping inside of you. It filled you to the brim. Hot, wet, and sticky.

With just a few last pumps, the movement of his hips stop. He doesn’t remove it, rather he buries himself deeper inside your sensitive little hole. Any movement from him etched out a tiny whine.

A sleepy smile formed on your face as you watch his burly figure come into your vision. He handles you so delicately afterwards, watching his soaked fingers from the prepping he did beforehand cup your face to place a small kiss on your lips.

“Needed that.” He mumbles lowly.

“You’re welcome..” You quietly whisper back.

A moment of silence occurs.

His cock hardens inside you again.

<3

[domm1etae]

PEEKING THROUGH THE DOOR

welcome to domm1etae's kinktober day 4 : Voyeurism

yeosang x f!reader & yunho

3.2k

Yeosang has a habit of secretly watching Yunho and Y/N whenever they get intimate. One night, they catch him in the act, but instead of being angry, they invite him to join in

nsfw tags under

m/m/f, top top yunho, watcher yeosang, bottom reader, vaginal sex, rough sex, oral sex, voyeurism, peeker, dominance, submission, possession, jealousy, dirty talk, orgasm control, teasing, pet names, kissing

Requests OPEN! - let me know through the ask button if you have any requests for this Kinktober

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Yeosang knew it was wrong—so wrong. He was well aware of that, but somehow, it slipped his mind every time his roommates made it so easy. The first time, he had run away as soon as he saw a glimpse, heart pounding with guilt and arousal. But the second time? He couldn't tear his eyes away. Y/N was breathtaking, her moans impossible to ignore, and Yunho… Yeosang had always been drawn to Yunho, if he was being honest. His attraction to both of them made it impossible to resist.

After that first forbidden moment, when he’d managed not to get caught, Yeosang found himself slipping into the same habit over and over. Every time Y/N's sultry voice echoed through the walls, calling Yunho's name, Yeosang snuck closer. He justified it—if they didn’t want anyone watching, why leave the door ajar? Why have sex in the living room, or the kitchen —anywhere and everywhere?

"Oh, aaahh Ah Hnnn"

Y/N’s soft moan sent a shiver down Yeosang’s spine, causing his body to still, ears perking up at the familiar sound. They were at it again. Well, at least they were getting started. Carefully, he stopped what he was doing, his movements deliberate and silent. His pulse quickened as he padded out of his room, his bare feet making no sound against the cool floor. Just as he suspected, Y/N’s door was cracked open just enough to reveal the scene inside.

Y/N was propped up against the headboard, her legs spread wide, completely bare. Her soft thighs framed Yunho’s head, and Yeosang’s heart raced as he realized what Yunho was doing between them—his face buried in Y/N’s core, tongue lapping at her eagerly like a starving animal, that hasn't eaten in weeks.

Yeosang froze, his eyes locked onto the couple. He didn’t even have time to get comfortable like he usually did, sitting on the floor, hand down his pants, watching them like porn. This time, he was too captivated, too close to run. Y/N’s gaze suddenly flicked up, and their eyes met.

His breath caught in his throat, panic flaring in his chest. He prepared himself for the worst—screaming, maybe objects being thrown, Yunho bursting from between Y/N’s legs to come after him. But none of that happened. Instead, Y/N’s lips curled into a mischievous smile, her eyelids heavy with lust as she looked right at him.

“Fuuuck” Y/N moaned, her eyes never leaving his. Her head tipped back for just a second, overwhelmed by the pleasure Yunho was giving her, but then her gaze snapped back to Yeosang. “Looks like we have an audience, baby,” she purred.

Yunho’s head lifted slightly, glancing over his shoulder to see Yeosang standing in the doorway, stiff as a board. Instead of being angry, Yunho chuckled, the sound dark and teasing. “Well, well,” he muttered, before returning to Y/N, his mouth latching back onto her, his tongue working her clit as if Yeosang wasn’t even there.

Y/N’s hand drifted down, fingers slipping into Yunho’s soft hair, petting him as she let out a shaky gasp. She turned her head back to Yeosang, a smirk playing on her lips. “Are you just gonna stand there all night?” she asked, voice dripping with amusement.

“Wh-What?” Yeosang stammered, his throat dry and tight with nerves. His eyes darted between Yunho’s head and Y/N’s teasing expression, unsure of what to do next.

Her laugh was light but filled with heat, her tongue gliding over her bottom lip. She raised her hand and crooked her finger, beckoning him closer. Yeosang’s feet moved without him thinking, almost on instinct, drawn to her.

“Bring that chair over,” she instructed, nodding toward Yunho’s desk chair. “And sit.”

Yeosang’s hands trembled as he pulled the chair across the room, positioning it beside the bed. But as he went to sit down, Y/N tutted softly, shaking her head.

“Come closer,” she ordered, voice low and sultry, her gaze holding his with a dangerous glint.

Yeosang swallowed hard, his eyes flicking down to the sight of Yunho between her legs, his broad shoulders framing Y/N’s body as his tongue disappeared between her slick folds. This was happening—whether he was dreaming or not, Yeosang couldn’t say. All he knew was that he was now mere inches away from his two gorgeous roommates, and the sight was almost too much to bear.

“Good boy,” Y/N breathed, her smile soft but full of wicked intent. She let her head fall back, the muscles in her thighs tightening as Yunho’s tongue brought her closer and closer to the edge. Her chest heaved with every sharp breath, hands tangling in Yunho’s hair, tugging lightly as her hips began to buck against his mouth.

Yeosang shifted in his chair, feeling his cock harden painfully in his shorts. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from Y/N’s writhing form, from the way her back arched, pushing her breasts forward as Yunho licked and sucked her into oblivion.

“You can touch yourself,” Y/N said between moans, her voice husky with arousal, “We don’t mind.”

Yeosang’s hands hovered awkwardly, the temptation overwhelming, but still, he hesitated. His throat felt tight, every nerve in his body screaming at him to give in.

“Or don’t,” Y/N huffed, her lips curling into a teasing pout. “it's your choice.”

Her words were punctuated by a long, breathless moan as Yunho worked her harder, his tongue flicking over her sensitive clit in quick, expert movements. Yeosang could see every twitch of her body, every shudder of pleasure that Yunho’s skillful tongue pulled from her.

Moments later, Y/N came undone. Her thighs squeezed tight around Yunho’s head, her hands fisting in his hair as her entire body tensed. Her back arched sharply off the bed, a strangled cry slipping from her lips as she climaxed. Yeosang watched, transfixed by the way her chest rose and fell, her skin glistening with sweat, her face twisted in ecstasy.

Yunho finally pulled away, licking his lips with a satisfied smirk as he sat up, hovering over Y/N’s trembling form. He bent down to capture her lips in a rough kiss, their tongues tangling together, tasting her release on each other.

Yunho pulled away from Y/N with a low groan, Yunho shifted on the bed and sat in front of Yeosang. His eyes, dark with amusement, flicked up to meet Yeosang’s wide, panicked gaze.

Y/N moved closer to Yunho’s lap while he kept looking Yeosang into his eyes, her body moving with seductive ease as she lowered herself between his open legs. Without hesitation, her small, warm hand wrapped around the base of Yunho’s cock, giving it a few firm strokes before her lips parted to take him in. Her tongue darted out, flicking over the sensitive head, earning a low groan from Yunho as he gripped the sheets beneath him.

Yeosang watched, mesmerized, as Y/N's head bobbed up and down in Yunho's lap, her lips stretched around his length. The wet sounds of her mouth and Yunho’s deep groans filled the room, making Yeosang’s breath hitch.

“Gorgeous, isn’t she?” Yunho teased, his voice rough with pleasure. His eyes flicked up, locking onto Yeosang’s wide, nervous gaze. Yeosang’s heart pounded in his chest, his cock painfully hard in his shorts as he watched Y/N’s head move rhythmically, taking Yunho deeper with every bob of her head.

“Y-Yeah…” Yeosang stuttered, his voice barely above a whisper. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight before him. The way Y/N’s mouth moved so skillfully, her tongue swirling around Yunho’s length, made Yeosang’s entire body heat up with a mix of jealousy and arousal.

Yunho smirked, running a hand through Y/N’s hair, tugging her closer as his hips bucked up slightly into her mouth. “Or,” Yunho began with a teasing glint in his eyes, “am I more your type?”

Yeosang’s gaze snapped up, his face burning with embarrassment. He opened his mouth to respond, but Yunho’s teasing grin made his words die in his throat.

“Don’t lie, Yeo,” Yunho chuckled, one hand trailing down to caress Y/N’s head as she continued working him with her mouth, her hand stroking what she couldn’t take in. “You like me just as much as you like her, don’t you?”

Yeosang swallowed hard, his throat tight. The truth hung between them, palpable and undeniable. He had always admired Yunho—his confidence, his presence. And now, watching him like this, being pleasured so thoroughly by Y/N… it was almost too much to handle.

Yunho’s free hand reached out, his fingers curling gently around Yeosang’s chin, tilting his head up to meet his gaze. “It’s okay,” Yunho murmured, his voice softer, more reassuring. “We like you too.”

Y/N moaned softly around Yunho’s cock, her eyes flicking up toward Yeosang as if to confirm Yunho’s words. She pulled back just slightly, her lips releasing Yunho with a slick pop, her hand still stroking him slowly as she grinned at Yeosang.

“Even though you’re a little pervert,” Y/N teased, giggling breathlessly before she returned to her task, taking Yunho’s cock deep into her mouth again, the wet sounds resuming with fervor.

Yunho’s deep laugh echoed in the room as his fingers tangled in Y/N’s hair, guiding her movements. “Okay, maybe we like you because you’re a pervert,” Yunho admitted, his grip tightening as Y/N picked up the pace. His head tipped back, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he rode the pleasure Y/N was giving him.

Yeosang’s pulse raced as he watched the way Yunho’s abs tensed with every movement of Y/N’s mouth. The sight of her lips sliding over Yunho’s length, her hand squeezing the base as she worked him, made Yeosang’s cock twitch in his shorts. His hand drifted down, palm rubbing against his aching length, but he still hesitated, unsure of whether he should indulge himself or keep watching.

“You’ve been spying on us for a while, haven’t you?” Yunho asked, his voice rough with arousal, his breath coming in short gasps. His thumb brushed over Yeosang’s bottom lip, and the younger man nearly whimpered at the contact, too overwhelmed by the proximity and intimacy of the moment.

Yeosang’s voice was barely a whisper. “You know?”

“Of course we know,” Y/N hummed, her voice muffled as she continued to work Yunho’s cock with her mouth. She pulled back slightly, licking a slow, deliberate stripe up Yunho’s length before glancing up at Yeosang with a mischievous smirk. “You’re not as sneaky as you think.”

“Yeah, we caught you weeks ago,” Yunho added, his eyes dark and half-lidded as he gazed down at Yeosang. “And Y/N begged me to let you join us.” His breath hitched as Y/N took him in again, his hips rolling up into her mouth. “Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

Y/N moaned in response, her eyes fluttering closed as she took him deeper, her throat relaxing to accommodate him. Yeosang could only stare in awe as her mouth moved so expertly, her hands stroking and squeezing in perfect sync with her lips.

“I like it when you watch us, Yeosangie,” Y/N finally said, pulling back once more to look directly at him, her lips glistening with a mix of saliva and Yunho’s precum.

Yeosang swallowed hard, the tension in the room thick and electric. “I… I like watching you too,”he whispered, barely able to get the words out as the sight of Y/N pleasuring Yunho consumed him completely.

Y/N’s giggle was like music drifting through the room, playful yet teasing as she turned back to Yunho. His hands roamed her body with a mix of hunger and possession, fingertips tracing the curve of her waist, the swell of her hips. Every squeeze and tug sent little sparks of pleasure shooting through her, and it was obvious in the way her breath hitched. “Why don’t we give him a good show, baby?” she purred, her voice thick with desire.

Yunho’s eyes darkened, a dangerous smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. His large hands gripped her tighter, fingers digging into her skin in a way that made her gasp softly. Without warning, his powerful arms hoisted her into the air, her surprised squeak quickly turning into a breathless giggle. He carried her to the other side of the bed, where he tossed her down onto the mattress like she weighed nothing. Y/N bounced slightly, her body trembling with anticipation. She didn’t waste any time, rolling onto her hands and knees, arching her back in the way she knew drove Yunho wild. The curve of her ass pressed up, inviting him.

“Good girl,” Yunho’s voice was rough, a low growl of approval as his hand came down on her ass with a firm smack. He watched her skin jiggle under his palm, his cock already in his other hand, thick and swollen as he stroked it lazily. His dark eyes flicked over to Yeosang, who was sitting a few feet away, eyes wide with desire. “Maybe I’ll let you join us one day soon,” Yunho teased, his voice laced with dominance, “but for now, you’re just gonna watch and learn.”

Yeosang swallowed hard, his throat dry as his gaze shifted between Yunho and Y/N. His heart pounded against his ribs, the tension thick in the air. Y/N was staring back at him now, her lips parted, cheeks flushed with heat. “Yeosangie,” she whimpered, her voice like velvet, dripping with need. Her eyes held a plea that went straight to his cock, “touch yourself for us… please?”

Her words sent a jolt of electricity down Yeosang’s spine. How could he say no? She was begging, her body trembling beneath Yunho’s hands. His hands fumbled as he undid his pants, his cock springing free, already aching for release. He spat into his palm, his breath shuddering as he wrapped his hand around his length, stroking himself slowly. His eyes never left Y/N, who was trembling with need, her body at Yunho’s mercy.

Yunho groaned low in his throat as he positioned himself behind Y/N, teasing her wet entrance with the head of his cock. He gripped her hips tightly, fingers pressing into the soft flesh, holding her in place. “You’re so wet kitten” he growled, leaning down to press a rough kiss between her shoulder blades before slowly pushing into her. Inch by inch, he filled her, his girth stretching her walls in a way that made her moan out loud, her fingers clutching at the sheets beneath her.

Y/N’s entire body shuddered as Yunho began thrusting into her, slow at first, drawing out every inch before pushing back in. Her head lolled forward, her lips parted in a breathless moan. The feeling of Yunho’s thick cock moving inside her was overwhelming, each thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing through her. Her skin tingled where his fingers gripped her hips, the possessive strength in his hands making her pulse with need. “Yunho…” she gasped, voice quivering as he sped up, driving into her harder.

Yeosang’s breath was shaky as he watched, his hand moving faster on his cock, matching Yunho’s rhythm. The room was filled with the sound of their pleasure—the wet slap of skin against skin, Y/N’s desperate moans, and Yunho’s low growls. Every movement was erotic, raw, and Yeosang couldn’t tear his eyes away.

Yunho’s deep voice cut through the air, rough and demanding, “Look at him, baby. Look at how much he’s enjoying this.”

Y/N tilted her head to glance back at Yeosang, her eyes half-lidded with lust. “You like it, don’t you?” she whispered, her voice trembling with pleasure. “You like watching us, Yeosangie. It makes me so wet knowing you’re right there…” Her words dripped with seduction, sending a shiver down Yeosang’s spine. His hand tightened around his cock, stroking himself harder as he watched Yunho thrust into her, her body rocking with the force of it.

Yunho’s hand snaked around to grab a fistful of her hair, tugging her head back gently. His other hand slid up her back, feeling the way her muscles tensed and relaxed under his touch. His grip was firm, controlling, and Y/N couldn’t help the way her body responded to him. “Fuck—you’re taking me so well,” Yunho growled, his voice rough as his hips snapped forward, burying himself deep inside her.

Yeosang’s eyes flicked between Yunho and Y/N, drinking in every detail. The way Y/N’s ass jiggled with each thrust, the beads of sweat rolling down Yunho’s back as his muscles flexed, the raw hunger in their movements. It was intoxicating. His own breathing quickened as he worked his cock harder, faster, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he teetered on the edge of release.

“Come for us, Yeosangie,” Y/N moaned, her voice breathless and needy. Her fingers dug into the sheets as Yunho pounded into her, her body on the verge of breaking apart. “Please—I want to see you…”

Yeosang groaned, his eyes locked onto Y/N’s as he finally reached his limit. His entire body tensed as he came with a shuddering gasp, thick ropes of cum spilling over his hand and onto his chest. His hand didn’t stop moving, milking himself dry as his eyes stayed glued to the couple in front of him. Y/N’s moans grew louder, and within seconds, she was cumming too. Her body shook with pleasure as Yunho’s thrusts drove her deeper into bliss.

Yunho wasn’t far behind, his grip on her hips tightening as he buried himself deep inside her one last time. With a low growl, he came, his body trembling with the force of his release. He held Y/N close, pressing soft kisses to her back as he came down from his high, their bodies still entangled.

For a moment, the room was filled with the sound of heavy breathing. Yeosang sat there, chest heaving, eyes still wide with disbelief. Yunho slowly pulled out of Y/N, leaving her to collapse onto the mattress in a blissed-out heap. He flopped down beside her, pressing a lazy kiss to her shoulder.

Y/N turned her head to look at Yeosang, her smile soft and inviting. “You were so good,” she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. “Wasn’t that fun?”

Yeosang could only nod, his body still buzzing from the intensity of everything that had just happened. His chest tightened with the realization that his deepest fantasies had just played out right before his eyes.

Yunho chuckled, propping himself up on one elbow as he looked over at Yeosang, eyes dark with promise. “Like I said earlier,” he smirked, “maybe next time, you can do more than just watch.”

Y/N giggled softly, curling into Yunho’s side. “I think we’d both love that,” she added with a mischievous glint in her eyes, her fingers trailing lightly over Yunho’s chest before glancing back at Yeosang.

Yeosang’s heart raced at the thought, the possibility of what could happen next making his mind spin. Next time… he couldn’t wait.

[joedirtymadre]

Rough Night - Part 2

SUKUNA X READER!! SMUT (STILL TAKING REQUESTS)

“Mmf!” You cried out as you felt another smack on your ass. “Come on princess, I didn’t say you could stop riding,” Sukuna smirked, as you lifted yourself up slowly and slammed yourself down onto his cock. “M-Mmm!” You whined as his cock filled you up. “That’s right, keep going,” he said. “I-I can’t… too t-tired,” you panted.

Your legs were going numb. You stopped, trying to catch your breath. “Did I say you could stop?” He asked as he reached up for the back of your head. “Ah!” You let out. “Answer me,” he said firmly as he held onto your hair. “N-No,” you gasped. “Exactly, so keep going until I say stop,” he smirked as he leaned back down, placing his hands behind his head. Watching you in all your glory.

You nodded and continued picking yourself up and slamming down on his cock. “Hnnn!” You moaned. You felt a drool slide down your chin as you continued riding his large cock. “Hmmm looks like you need some help,” he smiled slyly. “Huh?” You huffed, as you felt his hands move to your hips. “S-Suku-NA~!” You cried out as you felt his hands bring your body even lower in his cock. “What? I’m just helping~” he mocked.

He continued to lift you up and slam your body hard onto his cock. Your nails dug into his chest as you felt your mind going blank. “That’s a pretty face you’re making,” Sukuna laughed as he removed his hands from your hips, and moved his right hand to grab your chin. You took this moment to catch your breath, and you slowly felt yourself fall over and land on his chest.

“Don’t tell me you’re already tired. We just started,” he whispered into your ear, feeling goosebumps spread across your skin. “But I guess I can take the lead now,” he smirked. “Let me reward you for all your hard work,” he said as he lightly pushed you onto your back. Still gasping for air as you watched him hover over you.

You hummed once feeling him rub his cock on your lips. Slowly up and down, teasing your overworked pussy. “Who knew the cute (Y/N) would be such a slut. You’re still sopping wet,” he chuckled, as he continued. You whimpered. “But let’s take a break, you deserve that reward I mentioned,” he said as he slowly dropped down.

“W-Wait! You don’t h-have to!” You squirmed, but your squirming quickly stopped once you felt his hands grasp under your thighs. Keeping your legs in place, as he faced your lips. Goosebumps spread across your skin as you felt him leave kisses around the mess that was in between your legs. “You don’t have to be shy,” he said. “Mmmf!” You hummed as you felt him slowly move his tongue around your clit.

Your hands grasped his hair as he played with your pussy. “Sukuna!” You choked out as you felt your insides becoming electrified. His tongue swirled over your clit. You tried to pull yourself away because the pleasure was so overwhelming, but his hands kept you in place. So all you could do was twitch and squirm from his touch.

Your breath hitched, and you felt a knot in your stomach. “C-Close!” You gasped, as you pushed on his head slightly. That word only encouraged him to twirl his tongue even faster around your clit. You threw your head back in ecstasy as you felt an electric shock course through your body. Through your half lidded eyes you watched as he slowly raised up and wiped his lips. “Turn around,” he smirked.

Without thinking you followed his orders and slowly flipped yourself onto all fours. Your back arched as your face fell on the soft bed and your ass high in the air. You felt his large rough hand rub your cheek before smacking it. “Hah!” You let out. Suddenly you felt your head get yanked back as his hand grabbed onto your hair.

With no warning he quickly inserted himself. “H-Hiiie!” You let out. You felt his cock slide in and out at an unbelievable pace, causing you to squeeze around his cock. “That’s right, squeeze this cock,” he groaned as he continued fucking your pussy. Your moans and the sounds of his fucking your pussy filled your room, probably even the hallways. “…h-hope no one c-can hear” you accidentally said out loud.

Suddenly his thrusts stopped, you slowly turned around. Seeing a dark aura around him, he quickly slipped himself out. “S-Sukuna?” You called out. Suddenly you were flipped onto your back and pinned onto your bed. “Thinking of others when I’m here?” He glared, with a mischievous look in his eyes. “It was an a-accident,” you blushed. “Mhmm… I’ll make sure that won’t happen again,” he smirked as he spread his legs. You gulped, fearing the mischievous look on his face.

Once again, without any warning he thrusted his cock into your pussy. “Mmmf~” you moaned. “I’ll make it so you can’t even think of another person,” Sukuna said as he quickened his pace. You felt his cock hit deep inside you, you gasped at the sensation. “M-More!” You begged. You noticed his expression and immediately regretted it.

“Anything you want princess,” he said as he quickened his pace. “Fuck~” you moaned. God, he’s making me go crazy. “Getting tighter, huh?” He chuckled. “Just fuck me!” You said frustratedly. “So needy,” he said as he rammed your pussy. “Sukuna!” You moaned.

“S-Sukuna..! I’m gonna-“ you cut yourself off. Your breath hitched as you felt another large knot in the pit of your stomach. “Cum,” he said, and with that word you felt another shock run through your body. Your body trembled as you let out a hitched gasp.

You then felt a jolt run through your body as Sukuna thrusted deep inside of you. “I’m not done,” he smirked and continued thrusting. You threw your head back, and your legs tensed up from being so sensitive. You heard Sukuna grunt as he did one final thrust inside you, filling your insides. You were extremely exhausted as your body fell flat onto the bed.

“You’re lucky, I decided to hold back,” he chuckled. You could only let out a hum, feeling your eyelids becoming heavier. “Until next time (Y/N),” he smirked as his symbols slowly disappeared.

“(Y/N)?” Yuji questioned as he saw the scene in front of him. “H-Hi Yuji,” you panted. “That damn bastard…” he frowned. “Tired… sleepy,” you said softly. “Yep, come on let me clean you up,” he said before picking you up in bridal style. “Thanks,” you smiled. “So… who’s better?” Yuji blushed. “Me, you brat. A few months compared to millennia of experience,” Sukuna popped up on his cheek. You laughed softly at their bickering before falling asleep in Yuji’s arms.

[demonsword586]

Beelzebub Attacker part 2

Damn,I'm working fast these days! Anyway,here's more Beel being...Beel. You will see what I mean

(Pg: Inside the shelter)

Happy-looking Male devil: Haaa...Hnn...!

Happy-looking Female devil: Hn...Hnnn-haa!

Glistering chanting echoed throughout,and the room was hotter than outside from ghe heat of the bodies.

No matter where you moved your gaze,the tangled mass of skin bounced up and down,bumping into each other and making popping noises.

The walls and the floor of the shelter were blue,the lights were white and neon,and there was some kind of pink smoke going through the place.

Actually seeing the things you were used to seeing inside your monitor,made you feel crushed by it's power.

You had seen various types of roleplay before,but the actual voices and scenes made it feel even more obscene.

The sight of flesh shaking,the sound of it slapping against each other,the obscene odor,rhe hot air,the energy transferred to your skin. These things stimulated you and elevated your mood.

Mc: (It's embarrassing,but I want to see...)

Sweat tickled down your cheeks from the heat of the room and your own excitment as you squinted at the sights around you,unable to settle your gaze.

Slip-

Mc: Ugh!

Just then something warm and wet fondled your temple.

Beelzebub: It's cute that you're looking around. It's not unusual for you,is it?

Beelzebub licked your sweat and whispered in your ear.

He hugged your shoulders and licked the sweat from your temple as if he would not miss even a single drop.

Beelzebub blew out hot air and put his tongue in your ear.

Mc: Ugh..ah..ah!

Beelzebub: Ah...Delicious.

In one ear you could hear Beelzebub's lustful voice and the sound of his saliva dripping from his mouth,

And in the other,you could hear such pathetic cries that one would never think would come from the intercourse going around you. You found yourself screaming at the top of your lungs with uncharacteristic ease.

Mc: Ugh,ugh..ahh!

All that he had done was lick your ear,but you were already moaning patheticlly.

Meanwhile you heard a strangers voice.

Waiter: Welcome,your Majesty. This is your usual drink as you requested.

A handsome,middle-aged waiter approached as though he was used to the sight of you being sqashed and stood next to you with a silver tray with four glasses of white liquid on top.

It looked like he wasn't affected by Beelzebub's spell unlike the other devils,as he naturally called Beelzebub 'your Majesty'.

Waiter: Which one would you like today?

The waiter who seemed to be serving at the shelter smiled,his sharp,long eyes narrowing even more and without changing his complexion as though he was accustomed to the strange sight.

Standing with a noticeably upright posture,he glanced at the drinks on the tray with familiarity.

Beelzebub: Ahh,thanks. What shall we do?

Beelzebu receded from your ear and straightened a little to look at the drinks.

Beelzebub: Mc,which one would you like?

Beelzebub let you choose,but they all looked like white liquid to you.

Mc: ....What is this? Whats the diffrence?

As you pondered,you made eye contact with the waiter who smiled skillfuly.

Waiter: Welcome Daughter/Son of Solomon...I was waiting for you.

Waiter: The glass on the right is fresh,100% pure milk from his Majesty's horn.

Mc: Huhh?!

You widened your eyes and mouth at the unexpected drink,but neither the waiter nor Beelzebub seemed at all concerned.

Waiter: And the glass on the left is fresh,100% pure semen from his Majesty's wonderful,strong penis.

Waiter: These are all specialty items that have been sealed and specially preserved to ensure that they taste as fresh as they came out of his Majesty's body.

Mc: (Beelzebus's se...What?!)

Beelzebub pointed left.

Beelzebub: Hmm,shall I take this one today?

Mc: Eek,you asked me!

Beelzebub asked you but chose the drinks (?) himself,and you stared at him incredulously. But he didn't seem to mind at all.

Beelzebub pulled himself up from his position on top of you and knelt down on the couch,

Then,he picked suddenly up the two glasses on the left,popped one into his mouth without hesitation,and held the other out to you.

You slowly sat up to take the glass.

Mc: (Beelzebub's fresh,100% pure cum. It's just cum,)

Mc: (I'm apready used to it because of Minhyeok's cum...)

Mc: Ok?!

You tilted your glass as if the mood called for it,and were shocked when the viscous white liquid slowly flowed into your mouth.

It was nothing like the feel or taste of cum as you knew and imagined.

The moment it entered your mouth,the sweet,rich flavor was felt directly in your brain and not your tongue! It was a transcendent taste experience like the part of your brain that tasted the most delicious things was absorbing it directly.

The king of gluttony. If these were all the foods Beelzebub recommended,you thought you might as well be his slave for life.

Mc: What is this?! I've never tasted anything as delicious as this?!

Beelzebub: What do you think? My sperm,they're delicious and healthy,right?

Beelzebub rumbled his throat in amusment at your reaction.

....But before you could even finish it,something strange began to happen to your body.

Mc: Ah..huh?...Uhm...

You start to feel hotter and hotter like you had a fever,your breathing became ragged,and sweat began to break out all over your body,soaking you.

Beelzebub placed a large hand on your shoulder.

Mc: Ahhh!!!

Beelzebub: Keke..

Mc: ( Ah...Why?...)

All he had done was place his hand on your shoulder,but it turned your vision white for a moment.

Whether it was because of the excitment or Beelzebub,your whole body felt damp.

Mc: Beelzebub...Ha,what's happening?...

Satisfied with your reaction,Beelzebub lightly pressed your nipple with his fingertip.

Mc: (Ah,what's this?! He only touched me!)

The sweet stimulation made you nervous between your legs,and you found yourself biting and rubbing against Beelzebub's firm thighs against your will. Beelzebub noticed and chuckled.

Beelzebub: It looks like you have something to say!

He asked joyfully,with an expression of know-it-all.

Mc: Beelzebub...

You felt so embarrassed that you coudn't say it out loud.

[ashomodeus]

How the OM bros + Dateables react to walking in on M!Mc in just a towel after a shower.

Notes: Bad grammar, I haven't written in 2 years, I'm rusty. Though the Mc in obey me is gender neutral, or advertised as such, I just wanted to write about a M!Mc. Probably smut warning. Milking mentioned and other kinks as well, probably. Sorry it's all over the place I'm writing this with a killer migraine and whilst at work. Consider this an I'm backkkk. PLEASE SEND REQUEST IM SO UNORIGINAL. Or even send a request on a full story of one of these scenarios.

Part 1: Lucifer, Mammon, Levi

Part 2: Satan, Asmo, Beel, Belphie

Part 3: Solomon, Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon

I would like to thank Beyonce for everything...

Satan

● Satan always knocks, but he never waits for an answer.

● He walked in and stared at Mc’s hips. He tried to keep cool but couldn't help but to stare.

●"was there something you needed Satan..." Mc stood there not sure why Satan was frozen.

● "Clearly but now I'm distracted." Satan said honestly. He pulled Mc close to him rubbing his buldge against Mcs toweled ass.

●Clearly the towel didn't feel good so Satan yanked down the towel. Groaned as he rubbed himself against Mc. He could feel his pants feel a bit wet since Mc was still wet from the shower.

● Something about Mc being fully nude while He's fully clothed gets him going a lot more. Mc whimpers wanting more contact.

● Satan feels a rush as he grabs Mcs hard cock and rubs him.

● Let's just say... they didn't leave the room for HOURS.

● Satan now tries to barge in as much as possible to walk in on Mc again.

Asmo

● Asmo wanted to know if Mc wanted to do a spa day and he walked in, his eyes were blessed.

● He stares and he will make it known how hot Mc looks. He looks at every curve. He starts to imagine what's under the towel.

●Mc was confident at first but while Asmo stares more and more he gets a bit more shy.

●"Oh don't you worry doll, there's no need to be shy~" Asmo need to be in Mc or have Mc in himself.

●"Could I... see what's underneath that towel Mc?" Asmo looked at Mc seductively. Mc nodded shyly.

●He pulled down the towel and got on his knees. Asmo softly kissed Mc's hips before putting Mc's rock hard cock in his mouth and began to suck while massaging his balls.

● "Oh my sweet love I'm going to milk you until you can't anymore" Asmo smiled.

Beel

●He wanted to show Mc a new snack he made. At first Beel didn't process Mc was in just a towel. He thought Mc was working out. Then he looked down.

●"sorry I didn't mean to interrupt you." Beel respectfully turned around. He didn't want Mc uncomfortable.

● Mc didn't mind. Mc told him to continue to talk because standing there was just more awkard. Beel did forget the food he was holding. He's hungry for something else. Gluttony isn't just over eating, It's over indulgence.

● His mind is now about Mc and Mc only. Beel unfortunately couldn't hide what he was packing as he turned around and it shocked Mc.

● "I brought you a snack... but I guess my body has other plans" He turned around to Mc.

● Let's just say Mc couldn't walk after that night.

Belphie

●Belphie was actually sleeping in Mc's room when he walked out with just a towel on. As Mc paces the room the towel got lower and lower.

●Belphie slowly woke up to see Mc in just a towel. He actually thinks he's dreaming so he grabs he cock and starts rubbing himself. He let out small whines as he stared at MC. Mc turns to see Belphie pleasuring himself to Mc's almost nude body.

● Belphie realizes he's not dreaming as Mc walks towards him slowly. Of course it's a little awkward at first but once Belphie starts something he's going to finish it. "Hnnn Mc I need you" He moaned out as he pumps harder.

● Belphie is trying to act as needy as possible so he can absolutely destroy Mc's throat.

● His embrassed feelings immediately dissappeared when he saw Mc was hard as well. That's when Mc came over and started to pump Belphie for him.

●There were so many positions that they wanted to try.

[wingdingdaddy]

Jason Todd x Reader

desperate

Jason Todd was aggressive. Everyone knew it. He was the hothead brother, the one that didn’t follow “the code”. He was just a little bit power-hungry, and he was okay with that. He loved having power, because he loved being in charge.

Your dynamic was fairly normal at home, in spite of his vigilantism-filled nights and whatever you may end up doing(you were a p. i. of sorts- a deadly one). At home, he cooked and you cleaned, both working hard to make sure your home was a clean environment. but what was interesting was the dynamic behind closed doors, in your rawest moments.

Jason was brash and and did his best to command the room when around others. But in your bedroom? The freedom of surrendering to you was every kind of release he needed from the stresses of his(very stressful) life. Anything you asked, he would do diligently. Even when the pegging conversation had happened, he’d said yes immediately. He never fought your requests, except for one;

“Don’t cum yet. “ you said firmly, as he squirmed under your touch. His breathing was erratic, and his eyes were glossing over. “Did you hear me, pet?” you tapped the side of his face with your palm a few times, not quite a slap. “ Hnnn,” he whined, his hips raising off the bed as he twitched. He was a mess now, and seeing him like that made you wet.

Your hand stopped moving and Jason’s’s face fell, his eyes focusing on you as he begged and tried to move his hips under you. You were perched on his thighs, his overstimulated dick in one had and your other around his throat, squeezing gently. His moans filled the room as you began stroking him again, slowly. A deep whine escaped him as you stopped once again and he threw his arms around you as he rubbed his dick against your stomach.His moans grew louder as he quickened his pace, and his hips ground into you erratically before he finally gasped and fell against the sheets, exhausted.

“Did that feel good, baby?” you asked sweetly. He looked up at you, salt and pepper covering his eyes. “You’re not mad? I thought you’d be mad, you told me not to so I was really worried you would be-“ “I’m not mad, pet. I’m excited!” He swallowed, watching you move lower and lower.

“Why are you exci- oHH” he moaned, twitching all over the bed as his cock disappeared inside your mouth. After making sure it was plenty wet, you ran your tongue along the shaft as you came up for air, and as soon as he got quiet you continued your assault of his member. You had to wrap your arms around his thighs to hold him still. He moaned your name over and over like a prayer, unable to manage anything else. He came again without warning, shooting a hot stream of cum right down your throat without warning you. As you pulled away and slid beside him, you grabbed his cock and began to stroke him.

His moans turned into muffled screams as you put your other hand over his mouth. You continued, as tears streamed down his face and his body shook. “What happens when we don’t listen, pet?” you asked softly, slowing your pace. Jason mumbled nothing in particular, his eyes still closed. “Answer me, you warned, squeezing lightly. “We get…. hhh,” he trailed off as you began to stroke him again, lost in the sensation. “What was that?” you demanded sharply.

“When we don’t listen, we get punished.”

[hnnny]

@omgnoabsolutelynot The Slappening Pt. 3

[hnnn-zelda]

Hey Hnny!! I hope you are having a great day so far!

I saw your requests posts so I thought i should send one in-

If you could draw Ashei from Twilight Princess that would be cool- but only if you want to!

Aww thank you so much! And I love Ashei a lot, so this was a treat!

[thekinkyleopard]

Funny Til it’s Not

A Kanai and Alistar SicFic

⚠️Content Warning⚠️

Snz Fic, Sick Fic, Failed Caretaking, smut,

snzfcking

Description: For once, Al is sick, and it’s anything but desirable. Kanai is left alone to foot the bill of taking care of him. Can he help soothe the ailing Anti-Christ?

Authors Notes: As promised 🫡 this fic was brought to you by @aller-geez depraved requests. She did the art and owns Kanai! Enjoy a fic that didn’t take me 2 months to complete! LOL

Draeko gathered his keys, and everything else he needed on his way out, scrambling quickly. “Okay, Kanai, just remember the list is on the counter of things I need done today…and I’ll be out for most of the day…” he looked around with curious mint and grey colored eyes. “Wait..Al isnt awake yet?” The navy haired man shrugged looking at Draeko with an almost tired, resolve. “Well, make sure you wake him up to help you with the chores, this place is a mess and it would really mean a lot if it was taken care of before I got back,” The hybrid tried to be sweet about his words, not wanting to come off too critical or harsh. However, the two men in particular weren’t the cleanliest of roommates.

Its not really on the demon to do list ‘Scrub bathroom floors’ and ‘Dust all the shelves’ sure they GENERALLY kept their things organized. Important things. It was exceptionally irritating to Draeko how clean Kanai always kept his room but doesn’t compute taking out the trash in the kitchen. “I understand, these things will be completed to your standard, Luciftias,” the mutt smiled sweetly upward at the hound, lifting on his toes to kiss him on the cheek. Kanai nodded gently as a response to the affections.

“See you later!” and out the door he went. Leaving the navy haired man to himself and, apparently, a lazy house mate. Kanai took a deep breath in and exhaled, it wasn’t like Al to still be in bed so he wasn’t sure what the demon had gotten into over the night. Slowly he approached the red head’s bedroom door and knocked with a cautious but confident hand. “Donnie?” he asked gently, without a response in return. He narrowed his thin brows and tried once more. “Donnie?” He spoke a bit louder this time, but nothing became of it. “Hm..” he contemplated out loud to himself, before simply pushing the door open and taking a step inside. “Alistar,” he said more sternly now, glaring at the sleeping blob wrapped under a fort of blankets.

“Hnnn…” A tortured groan escaped from under the material. “g-Go …aw…ay…AHH’EEHGGSHH’IUE!” with the sudden outburst that took them both by surprise, it started to become insanely clear to Kanai now. Alistar was sick. Kanai stood frozen in the doorway, uncertainty creeping into his mind like tendrils of mist. Alistar's thrashing figure beneath the blankets seemed foreign, a stark contrast to the usual boisterous demon he knew. He took a hesitant step forward, his heart pounding with a mixture of concern and helplessness.

"Are you okay?" Kanai finally mustered the courage to speak, his voice soft and filled with worry if it wasn’t so monotoned.

Alistar's response was immediate, cutting through the air like a jagged blade. "Obviously not! I feel like diarrhea dog shit, eaten by another dog, shat out again, and then angrily hosed down by the mean old man that owns the house," his words were laced with frustration, punctuated by a fit of coughing that racked his frame, his voice hoarse and strained.

The navy-haired man recoiled slightly at Alistar's outburst, unsure of how to proceed. He watched as the demon curled into himself, his breaths ragged and shallow. Kanai's concern deepened at the sight of Alistar in such a vulnerable state, he would have to think back to the ways Draeko had cared for them. “Okay, Donnie can you come out from underneath the sleeping materials? I have to put my hand on your face,” He wasn’t exactly sure why, or what purpose this served when Draeko did it, but it was normally the first step in the process.

The grumbling, sick infested demon emerged from the depths of his comfy bed nest and squinted his blackened eyes when met with the sun light peering through his curtains. “Fuckin…..Uncle Christ..” he tried to shield it with his arm but the glare hit him in a place that he wasnt aware needed to be scratched. Right before he could block himself of the light, he sneezed loudly and openly into the space in front of him. “hHEH’TZSCHh’UE!” Kanai took a step back, narrowly avoiding the spray of demon spittle as Alistar sneezed. Suppressing a shudder, he hesitantly approached the sick demon, his hand hovering uncertainly over Alistar's forehead. The demon's greyish hued skin was clammy to the touch, his temperature clearly elevated. Kanai's worry intensified at the realization of why the touch was so important.

"Your skin is extremely hot," Kanai murmured, more to himself than to Alistar. He knew he had to take care of the Anti-Christ, just as Draeko would have done in his absence. Yet, he had so much to do already, and he didn’t really know how to be a comfort to the red head. He thought to himself for a second and then spoke out with an idea "Let me get you some water and medicine," Yeah thats usually what comes next in the repertoire, with that, Kanai hurried out of the room, leaving Alistar to wallow in his own misery. For once, he was not excited to be sick whatsoever, it was really coming down on him, the weight of his body felt like he was being sucked into quick sand despite having a rather firm mattress. His head throbbed with each heartbeat, his body aching with fevered chills. He let out a weak cough, the sound hollow and raspy in the empty room. The demon closed his eyes, trying to focus on breathing through the discomfort, but every inhale felt like fire in his chest.

As he lay there, time seemed to stretch endlessly, the silence broken only by his inconsistent, but intensive broken sinuses. “AHH’EEHGGSHH’IUE! hih’aESShh’ue!” he allowed his open mouth to spew another large cloud of varying spittle. Groaning inwardly after, sliding the back of his hand across his nose to be left with an almost iridescent trail behind his blackened dorsal aspect. “I wish I could enjoy this…SNDf” he snarfled loudly his blackened eyes staring blankly ahead while he sat and waited Kanai’s return. Who speaking of which, was having a semi-mild panic attack because he wasn’t sure WHAT medication to give his suffering friend.

“Headache? Flu? Allergies? What are all these? What do they do? What do I give him?” Kanai frantically scanned the assortment of medicine bottles in the bathroom cabinet, each label a confusing jumble of medical terms. He bit his lip in frustration, wishing he had paid more attention when Draeko had explained their purposes. Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, Kanai decided to scoop the entire stash and run it down the hall, back to his friend.

"I hope this helps," Kanai said slightly out of breath from the anxiety of it all, he dumped the contents of his arms onto the bed. Alistar blinked a few times, looking at the hoard of medications the hound had bestowed upon him.

“The fuck ones do I take? SndF..” the red head sniffled lightly trying to figure out what the words on the containers even meant. Picking up each one individually to get a better look.

“That part of the ritual is unclear, Donnie, I thought maybe you would know…” he reached back to scratch the nape of his neck nervously. Alistar let out an exasperated sigh, his hand rubbing his temples in a feeble attempt to alleviate the pounding headache that pulsed behind his eyes. The letters on the medication bottles seemed to blur together, mocking him with their indecipherable labels. With a frustrated huff, he tossed the bottles aside, resigned to his fate of suffering through the illness without the aid of modern medicine. “Fuck ALL this…I’ll just go back to sleep…” he grumbled angrily.

Kanai watched as Alistar's shoulders slumped in defeat, well that just wouldn’t do. What else? What else could he provide…he thought carefully looking around the demon’s messy room, he spotted a coffee mug sitting carelessly upon his night stand. Oh yeah! “Should I bring you some of Draeko’s leaf water? And perhaps a wet towel?” tilting his head as he looked over the other who had allowed his head to fall in his clammy hands.

“Sure…Nai…we can try that…SSDndFf…UGhhh…” he groaned again, it truly felt like he was on the verge of visiting dear ol’ dad again. The navy haired hound nodded with determination written clear across his face, he zipped his way into the kitchen rather quickly, trying to gather up the very supplies he had promised. He was struggling to remember exactly how the hybrid made the leaf beverage though. It was usually hot…”So then maybe…” with the only knowledge he had of obtaining hot water he turned on the kitchen sink, and waited a good few minutes whilst fishing around for the substance that made the base of the hot beverage. Unsure of what exactly he was looking for he saw a little dish of colorful flowers, leaves and various herb like substances. It was incredibly fragrant, was this it?

Kanai picked up the small containment and gave it a good sniff. It was incredibly floral, it didn’t exactly smell like the stuff Draeko normally made but he wasn’t able to find anything even remotely similar besides the basic cooking spices. Shrugging his shoulders, the hound filled up a mug with the hot sink water, and dumped the bits of mixed herb in, mixing it around til the water itself turned a fuchsia color. “That’ll do it,” nodding confidently, and without thinking to maybe fish the little chunky bits out of the mug, he instead brought the whole thing, as is, to the rotting demon in his bed.

Alistar grumbled and tossed, sniffling and snorting snot down his throat as he tried his best to clear his terrible congestion. He shuddered. “I have brought you the hot liquid,” Nai stands at the edge of Alistar’s large bed and the red head slowly emerges from the blanket he had been stuffed inside. The anti-christ takes the mug in both his hands and goes to sniff the substance, but is immediately blocked out by his insanely full sinuses. He shrugs loosely.

“Bottoms up,” though apprehensive upon seeing the floating debris he regrettably trusts in his best friend and begins to slurp the hot beverage…before promptly spitting it out. “UNHOLY FUCK…” he shouts as the sting of potpurri burns down his throat, shards of wood and dried petals lodging themselves between his teeth. “What the actual fuck did you put in this??” Kanai steps back sheepishly and scratches his head with confusion.

“I do not understand, is it not good?” He tilts his head almost innocently enough it convinced Alistar, he truly had no idea what he had given him.

“It’s fucking horrendous…” Kanai winced at Alistar's reaction, feeling a pang of guilt for not being able to provide the comfort he had hoped for. He watched as Alistar continued to cough and sputter, his black eyes watering from the overwhelming taste of the concoction. With a sigh, Kanai reached for the mug, intending to take it away and make amends for his mistake.

"I apologize, I suppose my find was insufficient," Kanai muttered apologetically as he grabbed the mug. Alistar wiped his mouth with the back of his blackened hand, grimacing in discomfort.

"Insufficient is one word…absolutely fuckin’ terrible is another…SDnfF…H-hih’…" Alistar rasped out between coughs, his voice hoarse from the ordeal, the light hitch of another oncoming sneeze haunted him as he tried to unearth it by looking over at the light peaking from the blinds. It was better to release than explode trying to hold them in.

Nodding with understanding, Kanai disposed of the failed remedy and fetched a glass of plain water instead. He handed it to Alistar who took it slowly in his hand, still staring steadily toward the light, his mouth hung open just barely agape as he tried to coax the phenomenon to the front. “H-H…” his breaths came out in short gasps, as if it was just below the surface ready to break free, he inhaled sharply, his eyes squeezed til they were almost closed and he, “HEHH’DZSCHh’iEEW! huh’ESSSH!” barreling forward as it splashed from his mouth and into the open air around him, Kanai trying to avoid getting hit with a plume of saliva by taking a few steps back. “SNNNNDDFF… Gahhhh…Id’s neber been dis bad bebore…sdarding do regred a lod of dedigions…” the demon struggled through his words as they became mush in the presence of his worsening illness.

Kanai watched with concern as Alistar suffered through another violent sneeze, feeling utterly helpless in the face of his friend's deteriorating condition. He could see the frustration and discomfort written all over the demon's face, a stark contrast to his usual confident and sarcastic demeanor. As Alistar sniffled and rubbed at his raw nose, Kanai knew he had to do something more to help.

With determination in his eyes, walked up to his partner in crime and scooped him in his arms bridal style, out of the bed without much protest from the other. “SndFf…Where we going?” he asked curiously, but without much energy to even fight the other’s current process, wrapping his arms around the other’s neck.

“Hot soak…” nodding his head as he carried the ailing man to the bathroom and gently set him down on the closed toilet seat. “Undress,” he ordered gently, and while Alistar obliged, at the pace of a snail, Kanai began the one ritual he WAS sure of. More times than not he ran baths for the little mutt whether because he was sick physically or mentally, the hound knew that there was a stash of helpful remedies on deck. These ones, he knew did what. Taking out the bag of epsom salt as the water began to heat up, Kanai also looked around for a wash cloth, finding a clean one in the drawer. “Okay now…” the hound spoke out loud mostly to himself. Al sat on the toilet, naked now, staring blankly ahead with wet, swollen black eyes, he blinked them one at a time.

Kanai plugged the tub and began to concoct a comforting, and hopefully, sinus clearing, hot bath.

The steam began to fill the spacious bathroom as Kanai expertly poured the Epsom salt into the warm water, a soothing lavender scent wafting through the air as it slowly dissolved. Alistar watched with tired eyes, his body trembling slightly from the chill that seemed to constantly plague him now. The hound eventually finished his preparations, and then turned to face the demon, his expression soft yet still determined.

"Alright, time to get in," Kanai said gently, offering a hand to help Alistar into the tub. The demon hesitated for a moment before accepting the assistance and lowering himself into the fragrant water. Alistar let out a long sigh of relief as the warmth enveloped his aching body, easing some of the tension that had settled in his muscles.

Kanai sat by the edge of the tub, watching over Alistar with a mixture of apprehension and care. The red head sat for a moment in silence with his eyes closed and his head resting against the wall. “Hnnn…” he groaned lowly as he allowed the bath to sooth his aching muscles. “Nai?” he then suddenly asked slowly opening one blackened sclera.

“Yes, Donnie?” the navy haired male looked over at his friend curiously.

“Will you get in with me?” now opening both his eyes to look fully at the other, a slight visage of vulnerability could be seen behind them. The hound mulled over the idea for a moment before coming to a stand and slowly stripping his clothes off his body.

“Make room,” he answered at last, and while the red head obliged, there wasn’t a whole lot of space. Kanai sat behind Alistar, and the red head snuggled up between the hound’s legs, Nai wrapped his thin around the other’s torso while they settled comfortably into one another. Alistar let out a gentle sigh of relief, feeling comforted by the other’s body heat pressed into his back.

As the two demons soaked in the warm water, the tension began to melt away from Alistar's body. The lavender-scented steam provided a soothing relief to his aches and pains, and he felt a sense of calm wash over him for the first time in 24 hours. Kanai's presence behind him, his arms wrapped protectively around Alistar, offered a comfort that words could not express for either of them.

The red head leaned back against Kanai, closing his eyes and letting himself relax fully. The warmth of the water seeped into his bones, easing the constant chill that had plagued him. With each passing moment, he felt a little bit of his strength return, bolstered by the care and concern of his friend.

Kanai held Alistar close, feeling the tension slowly leaving the red head's body as they both soaked in the healing waters. He could feel the weight of Al leaning against him getting less and less restrained as the black eyed demon slowly let himself trust. Lazily, the hound reached for the wash cloth and began to gently run it up and down the demon’s chest, up to his neck and around his shoulders, the Anti-christ let out a softened moan. Neither of them were used to this sort of intimacy, maybe Nai with Draeko, but they werent typically this soft with one another. However, they both relaxed, and enjoyed this moment of vulnerability. The peaceful atmosphere enveloping them, the sound of water lapping gently against the sides of the tub mingling with their quiet breathing. Alistar felt the tension in his muscles slowly unwind under Kanai's gentle ministrations, his body growing heavier with relaxation. The hound's touch was a balm to his weary soul, a reminder that despite where they come from, moments of respite and care could still be found.

While Kanai continued to wash away the grime and exhaustion that clung to Alistar's skin, the red-headed demon found himself falling back into bad behaviors, his body slowly rolling into each motion as the heat of the water gave him the illusion of feeling well and the touch of the other was beginning to excite him. “Nai…lower…” he whispered breathlessly. Kanai paused for a moment, his hand stilling on Alistar's skin as he considered the request. He could sense the shift in the atmosphere, the undercurrent of desire mingling with the comforting warmth of the bath. The hound knew that crossing this line could change the trajectory of the night, but as he laid back in contemplation, the hound could not deny who he was down at heart either. Depraved. Both of them.

With a soft exhale, Kanai leaned in closer to Alistar, his touch becoming more intimate as he followed the red head's whispered plea. The water around them seemed to hum with anticipation, a charged energy threading between them as they moved together in the steamy bath. Alistar's breath hitched while Kanai's hands explored lower, sending shivers down his spine and igniting their sinful natures just as the hound’s bare palm met the red head’s stiffened length.

“Hn..nn..Hah..~…F-fuck…” Alistar gasped, noticing the better he felt sexually, the more needy he became to combine his illness with their actions. “Touch my nose…” the red head commanded, almost urgently. Kanai hesitated again for a moment, but the desire building in between them was impossible to ignore, and the hound simply loved to please where he could. With a mix of slight hesitation and longing, Kanai brought his hand up to gently brush his thin fingers against the red head's nose, tracing the lines of his philtrum with a tenderness that belied their usual interactions.

The weakened demon let out a shuddering breath, his body reacting to the dual sensations of pleasure and relief from the bath. The red head’s body trembled and his head fell back against the other’s strong shoulder before the pressure of Kanai’s tickling index sent him over the edge. Like tv static that ran up and down the central nerves of his entire face, the sensation over took him. “hHEH’TZSCHh’ue! hih’AESSHH’ue!” hips desperately thrusting upward into Kanai’s slowly closing palm. It was both exhilarating and humiliating to be reduced to a sickened humping dog, but it only made the experience that much more enjoyable to Al. He snuffled softly. “SndF…” before Kanai swiped his finger across the other’s leaking nostrils to assist. “So good…” the red head moaned.

“My…yours sure are expressive, Donnie,” the hound simply teased, earning a softly dusted blush across the other’s face. While Kanai continued to explore Alistar's body in the warm water, their movements became more urgent, more primal. The red head’s ass starting to rut carelessly up against the other demon’s growing length. The steamy atmosphere of the bathroom seemed to heighten every touch, every whispered breath between them. Alistar's grip on the tub tightened as he felt a wave of heat rush through him, his body arching into the hound's touch.

“Shall I make you go again, hm?” The navy haired man tickled and prodded at the other’s swelling nose, it dripped with anticipation. With a sluggish moan, the red head responded excitably, his hips grinding backwards for more friction. The hound’s mouth split into an almost half smirk, allowing himself the role of dominant as his index moved ever so gently to swipe and poke. Alistar hitched, catching his breath in the middle of his throat before it felt like he was being suffocated by the need to let go.

“H-Huh..” it started slowly. With every movement and tease of Kanai's hand, Alistar felt like he was rolling in a pile of a thousand tiny needles. The sensations were both painful and exhilarating, as if his body had never known anything else. While Kanai continued his teasing, Alistar could feel the acute awareness of his sickness combining with the pleasure, making every twitch and spasm feel that much more intense. His nose twitched, and spasmed while the overwhelming sensations consumed him, he released. “Huh’ESSSHHHUH! hEHh’eEZSCHHhh’iEW!” Loud and expressive the sneezes shot out of his mouth and cascaded like sparkles across the bath water in front of them.

He tried to remain still, to simply absorb the pleasure, but his body wouldn't listen. Every movement, every moan, they all served to heighten the experience at hand. Alistar's chest heaved, his skin breaking out in a cold sweat as he struggled to keep up with the intense onslaught, trying to be satisfied with what was given but ultimately craving more.

The redhead's hands clawed at the side of the bathtub, leaving his knuckles to turn bright grey against his tattooed flesh. Kanai’s breathing turned hard and strangled against the red head’s exposed left ear, which only proved to make matters more intense for the both of them. “Put it in…” Alistar practically whined as he pressed himself up against Kanai’s hard cock. The hound's breath hitched but he obeyed. He felt the tip of his erection brush against the sensitive entrance, and he could tell the red head was well and truly ready for him. With a silent prayer for resistance, Kanai slowly pushed himself inside, his muscles clenching and releasing in a futile attempt to mitigate the sensation. The red head's body writhed, pleading for more.

The water around them churned with passion, their movements becoming even more frantic, their mouths creaked open whilst rough, patterned huffs escaped them both. “Just like…that, Nai…fuck don’t….stop…” the red head grunted, pushing himself back to match each desperate thrust, water sloshing over the edges of the porcelain, crashing to the floor.

Kanai could hardly believe how far they'd descended into their own depravity, and yet the intensity of it somehow only added to their pleasure. He gripped Alistar's hips tightly in one hand, their bodies slamming together in a primal dance, their breaths ragged as they surrendered to the wild beast within them. The red head’s nose flared and twitched under Kanai's still persistent touch, the scent of their desperation and arousal mixed with lavender overwhelming them both. “I’m gonna fuckin….Hih….HIH’AEESSHHH’uE! hHah’AETTTSHH’uh!” His body lurched under the hound’s tight grip on him, splashing waves of bath water over the edges while his sinuses released themselves of pressure. His head throbbed between the dizzying effects of the hot water and pleasure all in one. Alistar could hardly hold himself together anymore, Kanai losing himself in his expertly timed rutting.

Unable to contain the monster that lived inside him, Nai moved his head to bite down on the side of Alistar’s exposed neck, his teeth sure to leave deep indentations as his hips worked forward, desperation taking over as he sought release. “AHhh…fUCK, Nai,” the red head cried out.

Their bodies lost all semblance of control, as if possessed by something beyond their own understanding. The passion was no longer just physical, but rather a fusion of fire and water, a whirlwind of intense lust that threatened to engulf them both.

Alistar’s hands clawed at the porcelain tub, cracking a few of his nails down the middle, all while the hound thrust deeper and harder into him. His voice lost in a strangled growl, Kanai couldn't help but feel vindicated for the brutality of their actions. With each harsh slam, with each ragged breath, the feeling consumed him, fueled by an overwhelming desire to possess, to claim, to conquer.

Their bodies shuddered and convulsed in perfect synchronization, as if bound together by an invisible thread. “Don-nie…I’m going to….” he tried to warn his devious counterpart, his rhythm becoming more jagged and unhinged as he reached closer to his climax.

“Cum…Cum for me Nai…” without hesitation to release the other of his restraints, he wanted to feel the hound blow inside him, in fact by this point he craved it. “I’m so fuckin’ close…” finally reaching down the black eyed demon began to tug and pleasure his own leaking length, their bath water now infused with pre-cum as they leaked to their finish line.

"Get closer, I can't last much longer," Kanai whispered hoarsely with a hint of sass against the other's ear. His voice was thick with need and arousal, a primal grunt that matched the clawing of his nails against the red-head's hips.

Alistar's eyes fluttered shut, and he moaned softly in response, his voice shaking with want. It was as if their bodies were a single entity, sensations coursing between them and intertwining in a way that transcended even the most intense of physical connections. Kanai could feel Alistar's heart racing against his back, the two of them lost in a haze of sin.

As the hound's hips continued to piston forward, Alistar's voice rose in a crescendo of unhindered pleasure. His hands clawed harder at the porcelain tub, almost as if he were trying to pull chunks of it away in his desperate need for a deeper connection. Their rutting became more frenzied, bathwater sloshing over the sides and splashing against the cold tiles.

"I'm gonna cum so fuckin' hard," Alistar gasped, his voice cracking with the intensity before he completely blew his load within the confines of their bath water, his body shaking as he hit his ceiling. “UNHOLY FUCK…” he cried out his head falling back against the other. Kanai's breath hitched, pleasure coursing through him like lightning. He could feel the other's climax ripple through him, a shared sensory experience of raw, unadulterated ecstasy. The hound's hips bucked wildly, propelling them both towards their release. As Alistar's walls clenched around him, Kanai felt his own resistance crumble like a sandcastle at the ocean's edge.

"I'm cumming, Alistar," Nai growled, his voice thick with lust.

Alistar moaned depravedly, his body trembling as he felt Kanai's hot seed spill deep inside. The hound's release bringing a sense of accomplishment that settled deep within his bones, they both panted as they tried to catch their breath, Kanai softening inside the other’s still clenching hole.

“Just….what the doctor fuckin’ ordered amirite?” Alistar chuckled a bit breathlessly to break the tension that was thick inside the bathroom. The mirrors had been all fogged up, the bath water was soiled and slowly starting to run cold. Kanai took in a deep breath as he relaxed himself against the cool tile wall.

“I think….we should….probably get out now…” the hound spoke tiredly. Alistar nodded in agreement, a light smirk playing on his lips. He slowly extracted himself from Kanai's grip, his body still trembling from the intense experience. As he stood up, he reached out and grabbed Kanai's hand, helping him to rise as well. Together, they made their way out of the soiled bathtub, the water now drained and leaving only a pool of slight residue.

They stepped out and dried themselves off with a nearby towel, wrapping it around their waists. The room was filled with a hazy aroma of eucalyptus lavendar and arousal, the scent lingering in the air like a misty veil. As they Surveyed the bathroom, Alistar couldn't help but love how the mirrors had fogged up, leaving a steamy reflection of the deviant act they'd just shared.

“I figure…” Kanai clears his throat and looks around before making eye contact with his friend. “I should probably attempt to make you the liquid meal…” the hound trailed off almost unsure if he could accomplish anything other than the bath on this evening. Alistar yawned lazily, stretching his arms out and feeling a bit relieved after the events that unfolded.

“Or, we could just cuddle in bed, have the pet pick something up,” the demon shrugged his shoulders with a look of carefree contentment.

“OH! Oh no…the pet…there’s chores I must proceed with before I can be released to lounge, Donnie,” the navy haired man almost seemed panicked, overwhelmed even. Alistar stepped closer and put both his palms on each side of the other’s face.

“Shh…chores shmores I’ll take the heat, as well as do the dumb ass chores when I feel better….for now…I need a caretaker, Nai, you can’t let me go to bed unattended….” The red head pouted, making a persistent and compelling argument.

“Yes, but, Draeko needs the house to be clean…” Kanai trailed off as he sighed deeply, his shoulders slumping in defeat. Alistar chuckled softly, leading him towards his bedroom with a sly grin on his face.

"C'mon, Nai, let's just get into bed for now, and I'll help you with those chores later. A little rest will do us both good, don't you think?" Nai couldn't help but oblige at the other’s persistent charm, knowing that eventually, he would be unable to resist and would succumb to the temptation of the warm, inviting bed as he’d now exhausted himself anyway. Al led the hound to his bed, pulling him in as they snuggled close together, Alistar resting his pounding head against the other’s strong chest.

“Fine…but you will have to face the pet’s rage if he returns before the list is complete,” the navy haired man began to lazily mull his long fingers through the red strands of hair that lay upon him.

“Deal,” Al snickered, wrapping himself around the other like a greedy leech. They laid like this, til they both succumbed to sleep.

The End

Author’s Notes: I get so depraved writing these two besties that fuck 🫢 Hope yall enjoyed ☺️

[forlorn-crows]

and so it goes

an aftercare fic to this one by @miasmaghoul. started out as some cute little musings about how absolutely sweet rain is to mountain after spending the entire night degrading him, turned into some weird 1.6k thing with subdrop and rain giving mountain the support i wish i had some years ago. im sorry if i've ruined the included billy joel song for you now, but it's so mountrain and i wont be hearing otherwise.

Pairing: Mountain/Rain

Tags (TW in red): edging, dom/sub, degradation, aftercare, subspace, subdrop, emotional hurt/comfort, mountain needs a hug, i wanna tear my hair out with how perfect they are,

Words: 1652

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Rain’s kept him on the edge for so long, he doesn’t know if he can form the words he so desperately needs to. They sit heavy on his tongue, the appendage much too dry and big for his mouth as the water ghoul works him over with skilled and precise hands. After Rain came—a result of riding Mountain’s cock like nothing more than a toy used for his own pleasure, keeping the earth ghoul hovering on the edge of orgasm with his magick so he wouldn’t bust immediately like he was wont to do—Mountain was offered a short reprieve as he caught his breath, the vice-like grip on his pleasure retracting some. 

Between the whimpering and the sniffling, Mountain probably only got one full lungful of air in before Rain’s hands were on him, stroking his stiff dick and squeezing his balls. He had nearly cracked his back with how fast he arched into it, gripping the sheets so hard his claws tore through them. 

He’s close again now, balls aching, cock straining. He can hear the blood rushing through his veins, feel every stroke, every caress, every swipe of Rain’s thumb or grip of his fist. It’s agony. It’s unholy. It’s so sinful that Mountain’s fully past any coherent thought at all, floating in nothingness, skin buzzing with pain and pleasure alike. 

“ S-sir, ” he slurs. 

“Oh, he can speak,” Rain says cruelly. “Ask for it, and then you can cum.” The hand on his balls squeezes harshly, wringing a voice-cracked moan from Mountain’s throat. A bead of precum spurts from the head of his cock.

“Pl–ea–ssee,” he strains. “Been— hnnn —good.”

“You have,” Rain admits. “But I need a little more,” he coos, “just a little more. Need to know you really want it.”

Mountain sobs, a high, wounded sound that says everything about how deep he is. “C’n I cum, sir?” he blubbers out. Really, he’s going to cum in the next two seconds whether Rain allows him to or not, but it rushes on that much faster once he manages to spit out the request for permission. 

Rain grins, all fang. Devious. Sinister. “Then squirt, whore,” he growls. His wrist twists just so, and Mountain is gone, cumming so hard his lungs burn and his throat goes raw from shouting some garbled excuse for thankyouthankyouthankyou . 

Mountain's down too deep to see how much he shoots over Rain's hands, over his own stomach. Each kick of his cock wracks his entire body and tears a cry from his lips. Rain's saying something that he can't hear. But through the haze his words are sweeter, slower—if Mountain strained he could hear the praise. But he doesn't.

Rain watches in real time his mind power all the way off, eyes squeezing so tight the tears spring from the corners and his entire face turns a rosy pink. He runs soothing hands over his thighs, hoping he can at least feel the intention behind it. Soon, his cries turn to whimpers, and he melts boneless into the bed, breathing hard and deep. 

It's not long after that the raspy breaths turn to snores, sleep taking him before he can even lift his head to look at Rain. 

He wakes to the feeling of a cool towel against his skin. Mountain blinks open bleary eyes to see Rain gently wiping it over his chest, cleaning up any trace of mess lingering there.

He hums, smiles crookedly. Mountain's still floaty, not quite all there just yet. 

"Hi love," Rain says warmly. "That feel okay?" 

He nods. "S'nice," he mumbles. His voice vibrates with a purr he too slowly realizes is coming from his own chest, low and rumbly and content.

Rain laughs, a sweet, melodic sound. "Still feeling good, hm?"

Mountain's eyes track up to his face, slow and sluggish. He blinks. "Wha'?"

Rain laughs again. He places the cloth aside, leaning down instead to place equally cool kisses onto his face. Mountain chirps in surprise, purrs getting louder the more kisses he receives.

"You stay down there as long as you'd like. As long as you need. I'll be here," Rain assures. 

When he sits back up, Mountain has a lovestruck look on his face. It's cute, Rain thinks. His big puppy. He tells him as much, cooing down at him until he blushes and buries his face into Rain's stomach, purrs so loud the water ghoul can feel it buzzing through him.

Rain cards his long fingers through Mountain's hair. He moves in rhythmic, hypnotic little patterns, scratching around the base of his horns and behind his ears every so often, just as he likes. Mountain's tail beats against the mattress everytime, to the water ghoul's delight.

"Rain," Mountain mumbles into his tummy. His arms curl around his waist, hugging him closer.

Rain intertwines his tail with the earth ghoul's. "Yes, my love?"

Mountain gives a pleased trill, peeking up at Rain with sleepy, affectionate eyes. "Will you sing t' me?" 

"Of course, anything you want." 

"The pretty one?" Mountain specifies. As if he ever asks for a different one.

Rain smiles. "The pretty one," he agrees. Mountain gives a pleased rumble and tucks his face back into Rain's stomach. The water ghoul isn’t sure why Mountain’s always referred to it as such; it’s really nothing particularly special. Though, Rain supposes, it’s become special to them. He takes a breath and softly begins to sing:

In every heart there is a room

A sanctuary safe and strong

To heal the wounds from lovers past

Until a new one comes along

Mountain sighs and gives another pleased rumble, shuffling closer and curling his entire body around Rain’s crossed legs. He cradles the earth ghoul’s head with one hand, running the other up and down his back. 

I spoke to you in cautious tones

You answered me with no pretense

And still I feel I said too much

My silence is my self defense

And every time I've held a rose

As if on cue, a shiver runs down Mountain’s back as Rain’s voice pitches up. He smooths over the goosebumps as he continues:

It seems I only felt the thorns

And so it goes, and so it goes

And so will you, soon, I suppose

But if my silence made you leave

Then that would be my worst mistake

So I will share this room with you

And you can have this heart to break

Rain hums the melody where the piano would play, glancing down at the ghoul curled around him. His shoulders start to shake, and he sniffles into the water ghoul’s shirt—attempting, but failing, to be silent about his tears. 

Rain stops. “Mountain, love, what’s wrong?” Immediately he shakes his head at the question, whining quietly. “Hey,” Rain urges, petting back his hair. “I’m here for you, can you try to tell me?”

Hurts , Mountain pushes into his mind. 

“Where does it hurt?” Rain asks gently. 

The earth ghoul pulls back an arm from around his waist, gesturing to his own chest. Rain can see his face screw up, a silent prayer to stop the oncoming sob that threatens to work its way out of his throat. In here , he says. He points weakly to the side of his head too. And here. 

Mountain drops his hand down and the tears start in earnest, his entire body shaking as they worm their way out. 

“Oh, love,” Rain sighs. He curls in on himself, draping over Mountain’s head and upper back. He can’t risk detangling himself just to get comfortable, less the loss of contact make him spiral further. “I’m here. It’s alright, just let it all come out.”

‘M sorry. Even the voice from his mind is watery, remorseful. All at once he crashes, the endorphins finally running out and shifting into anxiety and shame. He sobs into Rain’s torso—awful, gut-wrenching noises that shudder from his body involuntarily. Sobs that make Rain’s heart simply ache .

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” he whispers into Mountain’s hair. “Absolutely nothing at all.”

Was I good for you? The question hits Rain like a ton of bricks; he knows how Mountain is feeling, of course he does. It’s an unfortunate symptom of floating on a high for so long, of letting Rain do absolutely heinous, disgusting things to him in the name of pleasure. That doesn’t mean it hurts any less to hear, especially in such a meek, small voice. 

“Shh,” he soothes. “The best. The best I could ever ask for. You always, always are.”

Mountain bawls, shaky arms gripping him like a lifeline. And Rain just holds him. Holds him with all the love he can muster, all the stability he can offer. There’s so much more he could say. But it goes unsaid, doesn’t need to be said. 

Once Mountain calms a little, the sobs turning more towards hiccups and sniffles, Rain sits up again. “Not going anywhere,” he reassures before Mountain can protest. “Do you want me to tuck you under the blanket?”

The earth ghoul scrubs his face into Rain’s t-shirt in an effort to signal yes . 

Rain combs through his hair. “Okay, love, I’m just gonna reach for it, and I’ll tuck you in.” He grabs the comforter from its crumpled heap at the foot of the bed and drags it up to Mountain’s huddled form. “There we go,” he soothes, adjusting it so it’s tucked nice and snug along his backside and draped half-open at his face. 

Mountain chirps quietly, the closest to a thank you he can muster for his mate. 

“Anything for my love,” Rain answers, placing a soft kiss on one of his horns. It may not be enough to make the unpleasantness go away, but for now it helps ease a little more of the hurt. Mountain shuffles close and sighs.

For now, it’s enough.

[cyberrose2001]

hnnn I don’t normally ask for requests but my TFP fixation came back swinging, your drabbles have been a great read, and I have a mIGHTY NEEEED.. feel free to ignore this one, though!

Could I possibly request human fem reader that’s usually quiet and laid-back and laughs off their problems, getting caught breaking down because they’ve grown very attached to TFP Optimus (or Ratchet, I’d be happy with either) despite not having a guardian of their own (those two are busy mechs after all😩) and even though they’re ready to fight anyone and anything that threatens the ones they care about they realize they’re too small and weak to help protect them if it came down to it?

TFP Optimus x reader

Hi!! Thank you for requesting! This was very nice to write, I hope that this is something you were looking for… enjoy!! <3

Warnings: SFW/Fluff, very brief description of death, reader has slight crush on OP if you squint hard enough.

Word count: 1046

The problem with happy, go lucky people like yourself is that the highs are high, and the lows are low. Yeah, you’re content with whatever life hurls at you and tend to shake the dust off your shoulders, not bothered by grievances. But sometimes, you wonder what purpose you bring to this surreal life you’ve found yourself cushioned in. It’s a blessing and, unfortunately, a curse.

You met the Autobots about a year ago, another heavy boulder that life had hurled at you, but instead of shattering it into a million pieces just so you could brush it off your back, you found comfort and love in it. Especially Optimus, who of which was the one that suggested you join them after a near miss with Starscream. A robust yet imperturbable mech that you would lay down your life for, a life that is relatively minuscule in comparison to your larger Cybertronian companion.

That’s when your mind tends to drift to your purpose. What was the point of being a part of the Autobots aside from protection? When it comes down to it, there’s really not much you can do to help them significantly. You can’t cock a shotgun and run head-first into a hoard of Decepticons; one wrong step from one of them, and you’d be dead, reduced to smush in the dirt and most likely forgotten.

So you sulk. That’s all you can do. You sulk in one of the many corridors of the silo you’ve tended to call home because there is nothing that you could possibly do to safeguard him or at least return the favour for providing you with sanctuary. The floor is cold, but your tears provide a distracting warmth as they pool onto the arms you’ve buried your head in.

You’ve been sitting here for some time now, and your back is tingly from not moving. You’re entirely focused on crying your heart out that you don’t even notice the rumbling footsteps approaching your pathetic form.

“Y/n? Are you alright?”

Oh shit. It’s Optimus. You can’t face him right now, and you don’t want to. He doesn’t need to see how much you’ve been crying. So, you keep your head in your arms, hoping and praying that he’ll walk away, forget about you like your mind thinks he should.

He doesn’t, which you had expected. Instead, you hear the hydraulics of his pedes in what you’d suspect to be him crouching down and the gentle cold touch of a digit gently prying your arms away from your face.

“Has something happened to you? Why are you upset?” The gentle baritone of his voice is so soothing, yet painful to hear because at least he’s pretending to care about you.

“Nothing, don’t worry about it.” You croak, wiping the tears away with the back of your hand. It does nothing but smear the salty drops into your hairline. You take the opportunity to glance into his optics, and shit, does he have the most sympathetic look on his face you’ve ever seen from him.

Optimus quirks an optic ridge, then proceeds to sit beside you against the wall with a twang, vibrating the floor beneath you, “I believe I have been around your kind long enough to know that you are hurting,” he turns to face you, “I would not be troubled if you were to indulge me.”

There’s no getting out of this. You need to do what you do best and shrug this off your shoulders.

“I uh,” You sniffle before another barrage of tears flows down your face, “God, Optimus, I’m sorry about this.”

“Do not be,” Optimus reaches down to press a digit to the palm of your hand, an attempt that makes your heart skip a beat, “This is clearly something that is significant to you; take your time and breathe.”

You nod, taking a shaky breath as he orders, “Why do you care so much about me- I mean, us? Why risk your life for a human when you know there’s nothing we can do for you,” Another shaky breath, and you grip his digit, “Why do you do it?”

Optimus’ optics hover over your form, clearly thinking through your words in deep thought. He hums, then turns his helm to the wall before you both, “Tell me, why do you think we protect your kind?”

“Well, we’re pathetic, tiny, primitive meat bags who can’t even-“

“No,” Optimus interrupts you, shaking his helm. A small smile creeps onto his face, “In fact, it is quite the opposite.”

“But how?” You crane your neck to look at him, red, irritated eyes on full display, “How can you say that when we’ve done literally nothing to help your cause?” A pause, and you glance down to the digit that you still cling onto, “I mean- just look. My hand doesn’t even begin to compare to one of your fingers.”

Optimus follows your eyes to his servo, staring at it curiously. He then cups your hand around it, ultimately holding your hand, “It is not the physical differences I am referring to, but the selflessness of providing for us.”

You suck in a breath, blinking away the rest of your tears, “W-What?”

“I do not think you realise your importance to our cause. If not for the valiant efforts to provide us with crucial resources in our battle with the Decepticons, well, we would have no safe place for sanctuary.” Optimus gently squeezes your hand and looks into your reddened windows to your soul, “No place to call home.”

You stare up at him in shock. You never considered that there wouldn’t be a safe place for you to stay if humans hadn't given the Autobots a safe place in the first place. You’re not useless and weak like you think you are. The feeling of relief and disbelief is all too much for you to handle, and you let your tears fall once again, leaning down to rest your head on his servo.

Optimus is unfazed and lets you pour your heart and soul onto him. He closes his optics, basking in your presence as your sobs turn blissful. Content that he can provide you comfort and a safe space, as you have done for him.