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A Glimpse Of What I'd Do For You l Coriolanus Snow

Plot - As the First Lady of Panem, it is your duty to protect your husband. Even if it means dirtying your hands. But what is a little blood when the reward is so sweet? Pairing - Young!President!Coriolanus Snow x Wife!Female!Reader Warnings - Heavy plot + light porn. They are both mad, but sweet for each other. Murder/execution with guns, blood, body worship (??), nipple play, toxic language (??), light aspects of oral (fem receiving), softdom!corio. I fully believe he would be a total simp for someone on his wavelength Word Count - 1,288

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“Darling, could I trouble you for a moment?”

Words breaking through the tense atmosphere that Coriolanus has cultivated in his private office. Harsh oak furniture, meticulously organised bookcases, swirls of browns and reds with faint hints of a cool gold. The help liked to say the cold of the room matched Mr. Snow’s frozen heart, but even the ruthless President of Panem couldn’t help the way his shoulders relaxed at his wife’s delicate words.

“You are never a trouble,” he spoke with the push of his sturdy throne-like chair against the floor, punctuating his words. “Come in, my snowdrop.”.

The First Lady of Panem was nothing if not obedient. Perhaps that’s why Coriolanus allowed you into his kingdom after six months of marriage.

Wordlessly, you rounded the desk to perch yourself upon his navy-blue-clad leg and perfectly placed a light kiss against his lips. The kind of kiss that tempted him to become entangled in your sweet web regardless of duties. Piercing blues too busy consuming his prize, thinking of all the ways to corrupt his pretty petal. Not even noticing you slide a sleek silver tablet onto the desk.

“I have a gift for you, Corio.”

A glossy black screen stared back at him with a barely visible play button. Those pale digits broke from your waist to start the show before returning to their previous position. He could feel the shift of your body and took close note of how you were biting back a smile.

Suddenly a face that has haunted his dreams appeared: Lucy Gray Baird. Coriolanus could feel the bile rising in his throat at the sight of that traitor. Despite the fact she was strapped to a chair with thick masking tape covering her sickening mouth, he felt uneasy.

“What is this?”

“Freedom. Keep watching, my love.”

The tense grasp on your waist must have been aching, almost as if he was punishing you for showing him this she-devil. But it was soon alleviated as he saw your graceful figure walk into the cell of Lucy Gray. Stark white gown, as pure as snow, standing there inches away from her. Stoic guards either side of your regal stance, part of Coriolanus compared your image to the Queen being flanked by knights on his chessboard staring down a lowly pawn.

“Firstly, I'd like to say thank you, Lucy Gray. If you hadn’t betrayed the only good thing in your life, I wouldn’t have my darling husband. Truly, I appreciate it.”

This wasn’t his snowdrop. Never had he heard your voice that dominant and cold. Part of him preened at the words being spoken, yet he feared what was to come. Who had he married?

“You were very difficult to track down. See, originally, I wanted you gone because I knew he loved you, and I don’t like sharing. But then I found out that you wanted to destroy him. Drive him insane with your silly little tweety songs. And, well, no one can drive him crazy except me.”

Just as his mind caught up with the intentions of your words, a glistening of his father’s legendary pistol came into focus. Pointed between the eyes of the witch who once trapped his heart.

“Goodbye Lucy Gray. No one will remember you, and the Snow family will live forever.”

The bang of the bullet felt like an earthquake, but the image of you, his innocent little petal, with blood seeping into your porcelain dress was enough to silence all thoughts. Screen fading to black as the guards moved to remove the body.

“Did you like my gift?”

It was so small, as if you had made him a cake and were afraid that you’d added too little sugar. This was the wife he knew, and the wife he was growing to love. He always knew you were perfect; that is why he agreed to his marriage, but this was more than he could ask for.

He craved loyalty, obsession, ruthlessness, and compliance. You were everything he would ever need, wrapped in a pink bow. Finally, an equal, someone to love him the way he wished to be loved. Coriolanus would get rid of anyone you wished, and to know he has your devotion makes him feel invincible.

“It may be the best present anyone has ever given me. Let me thank you for it properly.”

Spider-like touches tingled down your spine before feeling the cool air prick your skin as Corio relieved the zip of its job, allowing your dress to pool in your lap. Three abrupt taps on the desk said everything, and within moments, you settled your bare body against the chill of the wood. There was nothing better than feeling his eyes map your body with such hunger. Swirls of lust flush through his eyes as he lightly runs his long digits over the exposed skin.

“Who knew my sweetheart could be so fierce? Those hands weren’t made for killing; they are far too pretty. And who would have expected those callous words to come from such beautiful lips? But you did it for me. Everything you do is for me.”

Standing to attention, he traced the expanse of your collarbone with featherlight touches. Eyes wide watching him in anticipation, every touch made your arousal swell. Never would you rush him; he ruled Panem and your heart. He was your purpose. He was yours. Coriolanus intoxicated you. Faint scents of leather and brandy washed over your senses; the heat of his body against your as he placed calculated kisses against your skin made you dizzy. With so little, he made you feel so much.

A gentle moan fell from your lips as the young president found his mouth on your taunt nipple, carefully flicking the tip with his talented tongue. Oh, how you wish that scandalous mouth was somewhere else right now. His appreciation was felt full force. Those large hands groped at your skin as if he were trying to consume you. Leaving a litter of marks and nips across your chest, as if he were an artist and you, his canvas.

“I would do anything for you, my dear. You gave me freedom from that whore, and all I can think about is how lucky I am to have your love. You are my only obsession. So tell me. Name it, and it is yours.”

A sense of shock washes over you; he has never once asked what you wanted in the bedroom. As with many things in his life, Coriolanus was not open to advice or direction. Images flashed of what you wanted but your tongue tangled as you went to voice it. So caught in the moment, it felt impossible to string a coherent sentence.

“I want- I want you.”

“Be specific, my snowdrop.”

He knew what you wanted. Sinking to the floor as one arm curls around the thickness of your thigh, pulling you closer to his body. That smile told you that he knew, he always knows. Coriolanus wanted to see whether your boldness extended past the video.

“Tell me, Mrs. Snow, how can I please you? You have pleased me so, and I want to show my appreciation, so tell me. Now.”

The feeling of his breath against the wet patch growing on your panties sent a shiver down your spine, feeding the need for his mouth on you. You needed him carnally. Hands wrapped in those icy locks, pale fingers curling inside, and him acting as if he were a man starved.

“I need your mouth- your fingers. Please Corio. Thank me with your mouth. Worship my pussy with those fingers, please, my love.”

Fingers hooking the corners of your underwear, gently discarding the elegant lace. Stormy blues and a haunting smirk told you that he'd be thanking you for hours to come.

“As you wish, my love. I am yours to use, as you are mine.”

A King is only as good as his Queen.

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 2 years ago

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Yandere Twisted Wonderland x FemReader | Maid Milker

“No. No way! I’m not selling myself just so you can get more thirsty perverts bothering me!”

Since it had recently been discovered that you were the only female in a college meant for boys you could hardly breathe without someone openly creeping on you. First it was just students staring longingly, before it started becoming confessions, and then open stalking. There was even an official fan club that made a point to broadcast every single part of your life private or not. There was no filter. So of course when one of the few people who you had an established friendship (kinda) asked you to exploit just that.

“Awwww, shrimpy! Don’t you wanna work with me? We’d have so much fun!”

He leaned his head on yours letting more of his weight weigh on you as you struggled to keep up right.

“I’d love to but not in a maid dress! Do you know how bad those things can be for girls like me?”

“What could possibly be stopping you other than the overwhelming support of your club?” Jade interjected slyly picking at the fact that you had a literal fan base that would praise you for simply walking.

“Not. My. Club. And panty shots.”

“Easy fix. We can invest in some shorts.” Azul, confident he pushed his glasses up and shrugged; you grimaced.

“I’d have to shave.”

“Stockings.”

“Those get hair?” Floyd directed at his brother who tilted his head. “Apparently.”

“Ugh harassment.”

“Do you even have to ask? Jade and Floyd.”

“Ugh. What about...my dignity!” You hated that this was you picking at straws here.

“The whole lounge will be on the same rules as you and what's wrong with a student earning some much needed cash. If people think it’s so funny you’re working so hard it’d behoove them to help out of pity.”

“Hmmm...” you brought your index and thumb to your chin in hopes that it could come up with some other reason why this wouldn’t work. Finding that you couldn’t find one you saw no problem agreeing as long as you cleared some things up.

“I get paid and I keep all my tips?”

“Yes.”

“Anyone I ask to be removed for behavior will be removed?”

“Of course.”

“...and I get to keep the costume.”

“...”

“That wasn’t a question.”

“Well...”

“Azul!”

“Okay okay. It’s yours.”

“Thank you, well then I’ll gladly be in your service.”

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"I'm surprised you let that go, Azul." The eel-mer spoke without looking up from the modal he was counting, sporting his typical smile.

"Patience, Jade. We don't need golden eggs when we have the goose." Azul reassured writing in his ledger with a confident tone.

"What goose?" Floyd was leaned over the couch behind Azul.

"Its a land expression, you should have covered that in literature already."

"We did but someone wasn't in the mood to listen for the whole of it."

"He~he."

The octo-mer didn't look up from what he was writing but he did stop to speak seriously to the eel.

"If we want this plan to work though you'll need to be in the mood to listen...can you do that at least."

"He~he I'm always in the mood when Shrimpy's involved!"

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“Haha, I can’t belie-haha-you agreed to this!”

Ace was having a field-day, as you expected but you had thrown out your embarrassment and were going to proudly wear your themed maid outfit in purple and black.

“Shut up Ace! Before I spit in your drink!”

You whispered the last bit as Jade strongly asked that you refrain from giving any fluid of yours without having paid for the service specifically. Feeling satisfied as Ace held his hands up in submission you looked at Deuce who looked at a loss for words, opening and closing his mouth as he looked at your outfit.

“Got something to say, Deuce?”

You mockingly taunted him in case he thought about hopping on the bully-(Y/n) bandwagon. He continued to flutter before he finally gathered himself looking down then up at you.

“I-uh, like your stockings.” He gulped, diverting his attention for awhile before returning to its latest focus. You immediately perked, balancing the trey to let your hand slide past the fluff of your dress to pull at the fabric.

“Like it? I was originally going to go with tights that went up all the way-“ you let go causing the strap to slap against the plush of your thigh, adding emphasis to your statement. “But I decided these jock-straps were too cute to pass up.”

You dismiss yourself walking back to the kitchen as Deuce blushes full force as he replays the whole interaction in his mind. Not just your words but the prideful look in your eye as you snapped the strap against your thigh, leaving the Heartslabyul student reeling with his imagination. Just across from him, Ace too was replaying the view of you walking away. It was just too easy.

“Hate to watch you go but love to watch you leave.”

He had to come here every night.

“Oh, here’s your underwater mocha and your sweet oyster tart.”

Riddle couldn’t help looking, it was what everyone was here to do anyway. But that was why he came: to make sure everyone was doing just that. So why was it so much worse for him when that was all he could do.

“A-and you're sure this is consensual?”

“Yeah, no worries. Besides, the modal I’m getting for this will have me and Grim eating happily for days!”

“If foods what your worried about, I’d gladly put some on your plate.”

The baker spoke smoothly talking in that calming voice everyone relaxed at totally masking the true intention.

“I appreciate that Trey but with your sweets I’d definitely pack on a few and I don’t need that.” You joked, oblivious to the green and orange eyes flickering to your stomach and thighs before flashing such charming smiles.

“Well, I wouldn’t mind that at all (Y/n).”

“I agree, (Y/n). You’d look stunning, even if you racked on a hundred more.”

“Aw gee thanks guys!”

You couldn’t deny you felt an intensity when they spoke your name but you couldn’t focus on whatever heat they might have spurred especially when you were being called to serve your next order.

“Oh sorry guys, I have to go now. Enjoy your drinks and treats.”

You scurried off only for Riddle to make an interesting discovery. “For only 2,000 madol you can have your waiter hand feed you? I-it’s better that we check and make sure this er-practice is healthy or not, yes?”

“I wholeheartedly agree.” “Count me in, boss.”

“You have some nerve accepting business from the fish.” Leona spoke in his gruff voice immediately having you reel back to his table. In the booth he sat on the cushion by himself with the other being shared by Jack and Ruggie. You nervously laughed as you waited for Ruggie to finally speak after eying you up and down.

“And how much would you be willing to do this for?”

You laughed at him, thinking he was joking when his sky blues were staring unwavering right back at you. Recovering you thought for a moment.

“I guess it would be a lot, not including whatever liberties I’ll even allow. But it’s not like anyone would pay for me to actually do something like this.”

You nervously chuckled only for the knowing smirks spread on Leona and Ruggie's face as you once again realized this was no joke. With a cough from the forgotten guest you looked at Jack who seemed to fidget as he blushed.

“While I don’t think you're anywhere near the level being a maid, you still look...very pretty.”

“Aww thank you Jack!” You struck a pose with a heart before walking off to attend your duties leaving Ruggie to relentlessly be smacked by the wagging of Jack’s tail not seeming to mind as he dazed off to watch you work.

“Oh manifique mademoiselle trickster you’ve rendered me a slave to your beauty and I’m floored to witness you in such a state!” As dramatic and as loud as Rook could be he never failed to make you blush at his compliments as you tried to take the tables order down.

Vil looked off to the side, eying an occupied twin at the bar before turning to look up at you. Smoothly he twirled his fingers around the lace of your maid dress lightly brushing against the now exposed skin of your thigh.

“I didn’t realize you liked to play dress-up (Y/n)...” you blubbered trying to find another topic as his light playing turned into suggestive pulling before you bashfully pushed down your dress.

“Next time you do we’ll have a private fashion show (Y/n), that way you can really learn how to play your role...properly.”

Regrettably Epel never properly spoke to you; he was too interested in the way the apron and dress hugged your body. Making certain to burn it into his memory for an apple carving later for at least he’d be allowed to lick that version of you.

“(Y/n)!!”

Shouting as if he hadn’t just sat with you in science class, he launches himself at you immediately causing you to spill a drink you were carrying for another table. Eventually breaking from his hug, thanks to Jamil he begins to apologize.

“Aw I’m so sorry (Y/n)! I’ll pay for it and I’ll take you to eat here.”

He seems so happy and with a smile like that you struggled with what to say, thankfully Jamil had that covered he pulled out a hanky he kept on hand.

“Can’t you see Kalim, she’s working right now. And you ruined her appearance.”

“I did? How? You look perfect to me.”

“Aww thanks Kalim.”

Distracted by his musings you almost missed how Jamil kneeled down to rub at the sugary residue on your thighs. Gulping down a blush he tried his best to clean, even though it made no progress at all and he knew that.

“Heheeh Jamil that tickles! I appreciate the help but no worries. In fact I’ll get you two seated right away.”

You guided the two to an empty booth completely unaware of the sorrowful face Kalim was pulling as Jamil pocketed the handkerchief. With a playful flick of his tongue Jamil hurried ahead as Kalim caught up.

Idia was hardly keeping it together seeing you run around taking orders from customers and running around with food on a tray had fueled the fantasy of the cliche maid cafe. He was practically already dying from the sheer amount of noise and extroverts that had gathered here but he most certainly was revived in some strange way to see you in your maid uniform. He refused to bring Ortho with him as this was his special mission on high difficulty and he didn't want Ortho tainted by your succubus charm, of course not because you might be discovered by yet another love rival. When you finally did run up to him a delicious sheen of sweat coated your arms and your forehead wonderfully accompanied but the sticky residue a drink must have made on your thighs-oh seven your thighs it sent him into another frenzy as he was barely able to recite his order.

“Oh, you want the ocean blue smoothie?”

He nodded.

“With the lip mark and a quarter drunk?”

He nodded again.

You looked at him for a bit before shrugging. ‘Everyone at some point must want to feel less lonely.’

So in front of him in the most secluded booth there was you bringing his drink and reapplied your matching lipstick before happily indulging in India’s drink. He didn’t realize you’d do it in front of him! But he wasn’t complaining, all the more grateful for his hidden body-cam as he watched your throat bob drinking his drink. He left happily holding the to-go cup that had your lip marks on it. He was going to...cherish the trophy for a successful mission.

Lilia traversed through enough of the internet to know about the anime-maid-obsession. He won’t lie, for awhile he too was intrigued before moving on but seeing you pad around in such a cute replica reignited it for him.

“It’s a shame you aren’t in-character that way you would have had to do what your master said!”

“Hehe, well than Master Lilia, here's your Pearl Gray iced tea.”

The joking you did with him made the old fae quite excited but he could handle himself until he got back to his dorm. Yes he could wait till he was in his lonesome. He could wait until then to imagine how helpless you’d be under him as he rearranged your guts on the dining table for mocking your master. So all he did was giggle and wink because he was grown. And that’s just what grown fae do. Wait until later to enact his desires.

Malleus didn’t understand why you were wearing such attire and he didn’t appreciate the way it made everyone ogle you like you were free for the taking. It upset him but anger was quelled when from his position he could smell you so clearly and the tightness of your uniform made it all the more appealing to watch. He was angry but when you happily flashed the cuff links he gifted you his anger subsided...kind of. If you were willing to show this much to the general populace than surely you’d have something far more intimate to show him. With that he indulged in his beverage excusing the involuntary flip of your skirt as moved to serve your guests.

Silver did see you in the maid outfit, if only briefly before getting comfortable enough to snooze again. But being awoken to a soft but forceful hold on your head does something. Grasping the crown of his head, nails barely grazing his scalp was a feeling he hadn’t expected to invoke such a reaction out of him. He did moan but thankfully it seemed normal enough that you didn’t question it when he sat upright.

“I’m glad I caught you, that would have been an awful waste of madol. Now Sebek, did you want anything?”

Oh he did want something, to chew you out over your wild attempts to flaunt yourself for all these men and for failing to properly woo his master. But that was before you reached past him to stop Silver from falling in his sleep into his drink. You successfully caught the human, completely oblivious to the half fae you inadvertently shoved your chest into. He’s probably suffocating but is he going to stop you while you right his fellow guard from falling? No! Especially not when you smell so good-and this--this is a part of his training! Yes! To be able to withstand the wiles of a human female for the sake of his master. Right! But it seems he’s failed this time as he won’t be able to properly utter a sentence until he’s forgotten the softness he nearly suffocated in.

“Uh-uhm-uh-er-“

“I’ll just get you some water, hun.”

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Finally draping yourself over the couches armrest you let out an exasperated sigh. On your feet all day, running around playing maid for everyone in the Monstro Lounge was beyond exhausting. You were glad it was the end. You walked into the office where Azul seemed to have finished organizing his contracts. Sitting in a nearby chair and on the floor respectively was Jade and Floyd. They smiled at you as your tiredness showed nodding at them before leaning playfully into Azul. Breath tickling his ear you asked.

“Now can I have my pay? My hour’s up.” You yawned, leaning your head onto his shoulder as his face bloomed a concerning shade of red.

“I-it’s l-late isn’t it? Don’t you want to stay the night.?”

You yawned again. “No why?”

Jade slid in behind you letting you lean back on him as he swayed you through the door and near a storage area.

“We can all see it, we've worked you dry, (Y/n). So take this time to sleep and I’ll take you back in the morning.”

Floyd appeared tossing a Monstro lounge t-shirt that was way too many sizes big for you. Looking at their sharp smiles you relented, excusing yourself to change before returning and happily passing out on whoever’s bed they guided you to.

In the meantime the three stood menacingly over your abandoned maid outfit. Jade pulled out a checklist and Azul got his wand ready.

“Now who is on the top priority list for a copy.”

“Not including us, Malleus Draconia, Idia Shroud, and oddly enough Neige Leblanche.”

“Alright then."

“Let’s get started then.”

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goldeunoias · 1 year ago

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Let's play a game....

A/N: Genshin Impact Lofi makes me write the best idk

Word Count: ~2k of Jay porn because they give me the best anons and reblogs and comments <33333

Synopsis: Sugar Daddy! Jay x Female! Reader

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"If you keep me company after dinner I'll add an extra two grand," he remarked in a sultry voice, placing his black card in the hand of the waiter to pay the bill.

You swallowed thickly and bit down on your lip, calculating the amount you could make just from tonight. It was your first time doing this sort of thing and you were surprised you made it through the dinner without making a complete fool of yourself.

"F-for how long," you stammered out. Jongseong chuckled and took off his suit jacket, rolling up his sleeves as he set his elbows on the table.

"Every hour will make two grand. How about that?" He cooed, staring at you with mischief in his eyes.

"Th....three grand," you countered, twiddling with your thumbs underneath the table. You couldn't believe you were actually doing something like this, getting extra cash by keeping a man with too much money to spare company.

Jongseong laughed and thanked the waiter when they came back with his card, taking a sip of his wine before standing up and beckoning you to do the same.

"As you wish kitten."

Your head kept repeating the pet name he'd called you over and over as he grabbed your hand and gently led you up the elevator of the six-star hotel, Jay's hands moving to your hips once you both were alone in it.

It caught you off guard and a sharp breath left you as Jongseong rested his head in the crook of your neck, your eyes unable to look back into his carob ones.

"What's wrong kitten? No need to be so shy, I'll treat you better than any college low-life ever could," he cooed in your ear, kissing the shell of it and biting it gently. Your hands clamped down onto his forearms for stability and you nodded, your breaths getting caught in your throat as you felt heat rise to the surface of your skin.

When you got to his private floor Jongseong released you and meandered his way to his bedroom he took off his shoes and undid his tie, beckoning you to follow him.

You were silently preparing yourself for a sex dungeon or something as you walked into his bedroom, though when he opened the door it was surprisingly normal. Jongseong could read your mannerisms easily and smiled at them, sitting at the edge of the bed and gesturing for you to stand between his legs.

"I do have some interesting tastes but I wouldn't go as far as to do something like that on your first time with me," he hummed, his hands massaging your thighs tenderly.

"Soo...what are we going to?" you meekly inquired, struggling to hold his gaze for longer than a second.

Jongseong pouted and clucked his tongue in thought.

"Surely you have some kinks you've yet to try out kitten, being so young and all," he drawled, pulling you down onto your knees and holding your face still. He slid his thumb into your mouth and you hesitantly began sucking on it, the callouses against his fingers stimulating your tongue.

"I could breed your pretty princess parts until your cunt is entirely painted white by me and only me..." he began, his eyes darkening.

"I could use pretty pink ribbons to tie you up and edge you in ways I bet your body has never even felt until your face is puffy with tears on how badly you want to come," Jongseong continued, darkly smiling at you when you felt you swallow thickly.

"Or maybe I could make you ride me for hours until your legs are shaking and your cunt has made a mess all over me. Whaddya think kitten?" He inquired, removing his thumb from your mouth.

By now you could feel your nipples erect and pushing against the material of your dress and you'd felt thick droplets of arousal leak onto your underwear, causing you to shift between your legs.

"I-I don't know...I've never done, um, those types of things," you replied timidly, your chest hitching when Jongseong dragged a finger down your jugular to your sternum.

"Mmm, then I guess it's my choice then. Stand up and pull down your underwear and dress for me yeah?" he cooed at you, leaning back on his palms to take in the view as you lowered both.

You tried to do it quickly so he couldn't see how much you soiled yourself just from his words, though Jongseong's eyes were quicker than your movements as he saw the stickiness you'd made on yourself.

"Aw, my kitten made a mess of herself, she even started creaming," Jongseong condescendingly said, his hands reaching between your legs. His fingers felt hot against your clit and you whimpered in reply, your hands going to his shoulders.

Your legs buckled slightly when he collected droplets of arousal on the pad of his finger before sliding the digit into his tongue.

"Taste yourself kitten," he teased, sticking out his tongue for you to take.

You gulped and hesitantly leaned down to kiss him, tensing up when you felt the heat of his tongue slide into your mouth. You tasted arousal mixed with expensive merlot and your hands bunched up his button-up as he deepened it, sliding trickles of saliva into your mouth until your entire mouth was coated was traces of him.

You pushed yourself off of him to come up for air, your body heaving as he sunk his teeth into your neck. You rasped out his name from your lips as the texture of his tongue brushed against the mark he'd made, admiring his handy work.

After all, he didn't like sharing his toys.

"Kitten, you're gonna find that I have some strange tastes," he trailed off, standing up and motioning for you to lay at the head of his plush bed watching intently as he moved about the room.

"What's your favorite color?" He inquired suddenly, opening the drawer at his dresser. You couldn't see what was in it and you told him hesitantly, Jongseong pulling out a silk ribbon of the color you'd said.

"Since we're gonna do some playing, why don't we make your favorite color the safe word yeah?" He cooed, grabbing your wrists with one hand and binding them.

"P-playing?"

"Mhmm," he hummed, unable to hide the dark grin he had.

"I don't uh, like pain by the way so don't do any of that please," you whined out, squirming a bit against the bindings. He shushed you gently and kissed your cheeks, dragging his finger down the bridge of your nose.

"Safeword, remember it and use it at any time. You're in safe hands," he soothed. Once he felt you had calmed down some he went to his nightstand and pulled out a candle with a lighter.

"Don't worry, it's made for this," he answered before you could ask. He let the wax warm up a bit before turning it slightly, a trickle falling and landing on your belly.

The sensation made you arch like back as the heat spread across your belly, like warm shower water hitting your skin.

"Oh? Does kitten like wax play?" Jongseong teased, watching your breathing hitch when warm droplets hit your sternum.

You panted out an "I don't know" as you watched the wax harden on your body, feeling your inner thighs become sticky from keeping them closed.

He hummed and carefully let some trickle near an erect nipple, your body tensing as you felt the teasing sensation gnaw at your skin. Desperate whimpers were the only thing that left you when he did so to the other, Jongseong drinking in the stickiness you'd made on your thighs.

He wanted to tease you more but he was getting impatient with himself, gently grabbing one of your ankles so your core was on full display to him.

"Oh kitten, you're making a mess of yourself. I guess I should plug up your cunt before it gets messier yeah?" Jongseong tutted, reaching into a different compartment and pulling out a vibrator.

Even looking at it made your cheeks burn and you cast your head to the side in embarrassment, Jongseong clucking his tongue and raising your head slightly so you could watch him insert it into you.

"Let's play a game," Jongseong hummed, grabbing a chair and sitting at the foot of the bed so he could see your body in full. He dangled the remote that controlled the vibrator in front of you, leaning back into his chair.

"You have to guess what number I'm thinking of between 1 and 20. But since I'm such a nice person, if you're within 3 digits I'll let you control the settings. If not, I control it. Sound good?"

You shook your head. "Write down each number so you don't cheat, that's the only way I'll agree," you countered. Jongseong raised his brows and nodded, getting a pad and a pen from his drawer.

"Works for me. Let's start the setting at medium as a baseline."

Your jaw immediately went slack as you felt the vibration pressing against the spongy part of your walls and your swollen bud, your legs shaking as you processed the sensation.

"oh kitten likes it already," he cooed, writing down a number. "ok beautiful guess your number."

You racked your brain for an answer, trying to think of a good starting point.

"Ten"

Jongseong chuckled and moved the bar until it was near it's highest, your hands squirming against the silk bindings as you felt a tight knot force it's way into your belly.

"Mmm wrong, it was 18," he corrected, holding up the pad to show you he wasn't lying. "You're off to a bad start kitten, especially since you need to get at three before you even think about cumming," Jongseong taunted, watching you helplessly writhe against the sensation.

"Next round then hurry, please," you croaked out, heat emitting from your body in waves.

"As you wish~," he calmly responded, writing down another number. "Now guess."

"Fifteen" you panted out, your toes curling as you felt the knot get tighter and tighter. "Oh god, Jongseong please," you heaved out.

"Right on the money kitten, the number was fifteen. Because I'm feeling nice I'll count that as two. One more kitten and then you can come so make me proud yeah?" Jongseong soothed, reaching over to massage your ankle as you lay shaking.

You nodded and shut your eyes while Jongseong wrote, your nails digging into your skin to focus on anything but how tight your walls were around the vibrator.

"Guess kitten."

"F-four," you groaned. Jongseong tsked and held it up to you, revealing the number twelve. He promptly turned the vibrator all the way down so you could only feel the slightest sensation, Jongseong setting aside the pen and paper.

He walked over to the side of the bed and held your sweaty face by your cheeks, stroking one softly.

"Aw, the poor kitten didn't get to cum. But don't worry, I have plenty of other games we can play..."

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serenitywinter-twe-if · 2 years ago

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Demo | Report something | Ko-Fi | Video trailer

[Demo last major update: 28/06/23 |Case 01, Part 01]

[Stonefrey Moodboard]

Solutions : see below.

As a private detective, you were hired for a "simple" missing person's case.

You were supposed to investigate, find out and be done with it.

All was fine until, on a sleepless and cliché full-moon night, you stumbled upon a creature you've never expected to find. A monster worth anyone's worst nightmare. A monster holding the key to unravel the case you're investigating.

Your life has taken an unexpected turn after this discovery, how will you manage to face the reality that the supernatural exist after that ? And what will you do when it's revealed that the case is more complex than what you first thought ?

You can choose as you play :

Gender (male, female and non-binary option)(trans-friendly option available) ;

Pronounces (he, she, they, or you can personalize your pronouns);

Name, including aliases and nicknames ;

Background ;

Appearances (including complexion, hair, eye colour, height,...);

Reactions ;

Fears ;

Timed choices. You can toggle on a setting to allow you to see the timed choices ahead if you need more time to read. Toggling this on will allow you extended time.

Font appearance : the text is available in both : sans-serif fonts (by default), serif, and Open Dyslexic.

Font size : 80%, 100%, 130% and 150%, to make your reading experience as comfortable as can be.

You can toggle to read with the metric system (default) or use the imperial measurement system (feet).

Contains sound effect & background music (you can enable and disable the sound from the Settings, by gliding it all the way to the left).

There is a dark mode (by default), a sepia mode and a light mode available ;

Content for mature audiences can be toggled on and off as well. That will not remove the horror features though.

Trigger warnings are available at each chapter's screen. Or directly via the "Content Warning" link, from the menu;

Some Romantic Options are gender-selectable, as you play ;

You can choose to romance, date, only be involved physically or not at all with the RO. There are seven way you can interact with the RO : friendly, enemy, neutral, shy love, true love, enemy to lover, or simply lover/physical.

Poly route available between Yu and Mbaya. Officially unlockable past case 03. Don't panick before that.

Locked romance route—or no romance route—would be able to be selected past case 03. To give you the chance to meet all RO.

Extra story build in game, available past Case 03 here as well.

There are achievements.

To say Elias is a gruff person is to say the least. But you know he has some good will in him behind the non-bothered no nonsense act. He did act to save you, without asking anything in exchange. Though, if you would describe him, you would say he is more like a sulking teddy bear. Yeah, you should probably not say that to him. Elias is probably the only one you're quite certain— not certain, certain, but quite certain — is a human. You have your doubt for the rest of the team.

"If you think a day can't go shittier than it already is, be my guest."

Appearance : Human, or you can say super-human. 1.97m/6'46. Deep blue sea/cobalt blue eyes. Long white wavy hair (past shoulders). Tanned and weathered ivory skin. Athletic build with broad shoulders. 3 o clock shadows.

Has a 4 years old daughter.

[Moodboard]

How could you describe Anya ? Like the mist ? Always shrouded in mystery ? This is her. She is the incarnation of mystery. She told you she was 31 years old, but you don't really believe the woman. You think she can bewitch the whole city with her smirk, if it's not already the case. But that smirk she puts on her face makes you not trust her that much. Unless it's a question of life and death. Then, probably, you'll consider her help.

"Why work hard when you can work smart ?"

Appearance : A witch, most assuredly. 1.63m/5'34. Hazel eyes. Sultry black hair, mid-back length. Golden skin. Lithe built.

[Moodboard]

Miloslav [M] / Mishka [F] / Marcy [NB]

Sheppard seems to be directly in competition with Elias for the title of "Grumpy human of the year". Though, where Elias appears mostly unbothered in and for all, Sheppard just seems really on edge about everything. And tense. But you guess it's because of their taxing and demanding work. Or maybe they were just born edgy. It's almost as if their hackles were constantly raised. But they can be sweet. Somehow.

"Some people are looking for the meaning of life. I'm just looking for what "vacation" means and where I can find it."

Appearance : Not human... 1.78m/5'83. Forest green eyes. Curly auburn hair, cut short. Pale skin with freckles. Athletic build.

[Moodboard]

Have you already seen in the eyes of someone some age old lost wisdom ? Flowing like crystal clear water from a time where you weren't even born. Something worth admiring. This is what you can see in their eyes. Despite being a giant, they are a tranquil, very tranquil person. Now that you think about it, you've never seen them eat. Nor drink. This is suspicious.

"If someone points you the moon, don't stare at the finger."

Appearance : Surely not human. 2.06m/6'76. Sky blue eyes. Long coiled hair, dyed sandy blond (braided with gold thread). Chocolate brown skin. Lithe build. Nose septum piercing.

[Moodboard]

Yu is, like, the opposite of Mbaya, whilst being almost similar. In front of you stand something from a past long gone. But, instead of tranquility, Yu is a bubbly person. Almost too bubbly. And you're almost sure that they own at least half the club and bar of Stonefrey. If not more. Something about the way they move, silently, and almost feline-like, makes you doubt they are human.

"I'm not saying I don't care. I'm just saying that, if the whole city was about to burn down, I'll still take the time to appreciate my glass of whiskey."

Appearance : Definitely not human. 1.65m/5'61. Black eyes. Dark brown hair (Yi-seo: Shoulder length hair/Yunsu : Ivy league crew cut). Olive skin. Muscular build.

[Moodboard]

Well. If you could say a word about Owl, you would say that they are dramatic. And fanciful. And they have a flourish for snarking remarks, and seem to have an ego as big as their wardrobe probably is. But what you would say the most is that they are wearing their name well. Owl, for their knowledge. That you could use. If they were on your side, that is, and totally not a wild card.

"Everyone is such a bore in this city. Well, so long as you owe me — I mean, pay me. And entertain me. Surely this can work, Love."

Appearance : You're not sure. 1.79m/5'9. Verdigris-colored eyes. Wavy platinium blond hair (F. : Chin-length plunging square cut/M. : Styled curtain hairstyle). Fair and flawless skin.

[Moodboard]

You have met a nightmarish creature, will probably meet vampire, and werewolves — oh, you've met a witch as well. So now, here they are, an elf. Yes, an Elf. Like in Lord of the Things. In the city. With sunglasses. And their impassible way. Iolrath, child of Rivaran and Iltheruyn, they told you, as they were looking around at "mortals and their ways". Nice.

"Why must I say something ? Isn't silence acceptable in a discussion ?"

Appearance : It's very obviously an elf. 1.82m/6'0. Violet eyes. Long silver hair (reach mid-tight ). Shimmery skin. Elvish build of fairness. Obvious pointed ears.

[Moodboard]

What is most important is your mental health. This story can deal with heavy themes, and the list will be updated along with the content. If you feel unwell, I'll advise you to stop reading and take a rest. Taking care of you comes first. Reach out to professional if need be.

You can find the content warning here and the side bar, directly in game.

This story currently contains :

Blood

Body horror

Cannibalism (mention only)

Death and depiction of death (yours as well as others)

Drowning

Gore

Gun and use of gun

Recreational drug and/or alcohol use

Partial nudity and/or nudity

Psychological horror and disturbing content (including mental illness)

Strong/vulgar Language

Violence and graphic depiction of violence

The story, all names, characters, locations and incidents portrayed in this production are fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred.

Only the first part of Case 01 (chapter 1) is available. There will be at least 8 cases, with no definite length.

Demo | Report Something | Ko-Fi | Video trailer

[Stonefrey moodboard]

[Demo last major up-date : 28/06/23 |Case01, Part 01]

Case 01 |Part 01 : [1st Keywords] [2nd Keywords]

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kittenofdoomage · 2 years ago

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Body & Soul

Summary: Sam plays just as hard as he works.

Pairing: Dom!Sam Winchester x Sub!female!reader

Word Count: 3586

Warnings: two smutty stories in one, told through flashbacks (in italics), elements of BDSM, BDSM specific club, voyeurism, public smut, smut with an audience, shower sex, dominant/submissive, use of toys, restraints, paddling/impact play, marking, biting, bruising, rough smut, nipple clamps, dirty talk, no daddy kink, squirting, slight size kink, possessive!Sam, CEO!Sam vibes, no hunting AU, praise kink

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The pipes rattled a little when you turned the shower on, and you snatched your arm back to avoid getting the cold water on your bare skin. It always took a few seconds to warm up, so you stepped away, leaving the door ajar as you finished removing your underwear, wincing when you caught a bruise. Steam slowly curled out from the stall, filling the already warm room, but you didn’t rush to get in, drawn to the spot that had hurt.

It was on the inside of your thigh, one of many, each one crafted with precision, exactly where he wanted it. You smiled, rubbing your fingertip over the spot, shivering as a delicious thread of pleasure accompanied the pain this time, a reminder of all the things he’d done to you.

The Black Garter was a private club, one you’d been to before, though that didn’t make you any less nervous as the sleek black car pulled up to the curb and Sam’s hand covered your knee, his fingers long enough to stroke the sensitive inside of your thigh where the stockings ended.

“Are you ready?” he murmured, leaning in to brush his lips across your shoulder, covered by the long coat that hid your sultry and minimal clothing from the chilly New York air.

“Yeah,” you croaked, remembering yourself at the last second, “yes, sir.”

Sam chuckled, and you felt his other hand slide underneath your ass to squeeze it. “Good girl.”

Warmth swelled in your chest at the praise, and when he climbed out of the car, you followed dutifully, trying not to worry about what lay ahead. In all the times you’d been here, you had only observed, for the most part. Tonight, Sam wanted you to be the observed party, and you knew you had to give him a good show.

Stepping into the stall, you tugged the sheer door behind you closed, humming as the warm spray washed over you. Your muscles ached, and you could still feel the pressure of Sam inside you, the stickiness of his seed on your skin where he had marked you. There was a disappointment inside you at the thought of washing it away, but he’d been clear when he’d sent you in here, you had to clean thoroughly.

You couldn’t stop reliving the night. Every single movement provoked the discovery of another bruise, another mark, all of them his, along with all of you. Sam worked hard, and he played just as hard too.

He kept you close as you entered the club, one large hand almost encasing yours. When you reached the cloakroom, he helped you out of your coat, and you tried not to duck your head bashfully as your outfit - chosen by him - was put on display for every other attendee.

Sam liked you in black, specifically lace. He liked the delicate look of it, how it made patterns on your skin. You had no preference in material and before him, you hadn’t bought anything more exotic than a front-clasping bra; he’d introduced you to more than just pleasure.

“You look beautiful.”

The water was soothing to your tired muscles, so you leaned against the tiled back wall, enjoying the warmth. You inspected yourself, running your fingers over the marks on your forearms from the cuffs, smiling to yourself. Those marks were ones you’d inflicted yourself by thrashing in the restraints, too high on pleasure to care..

Your careful exploration halted when the bathroom door opened and Sam slipped in, his gaze searching you out, lips curling into a grin as he saw you. He was only wearing a pair of low-slung sweats, and his bare feet made no sound as he crossed to the stall.

“Room for one more?”

“Always,” you whispered, lifting your chin with a smirk. “Sir.”

He chuckled, stripping out of the sweats before opening the stall door. “Just Sam,” he corrected, climbing in and closing the door behind him. Joining you under the spray, he tugged you close, cupping your jaw with one hand. “No rules… I think you earned it.”

It was warmer inside the club than outside, so the amount of skin you had exposed didn’t seem to matter, though you could feel eyes on you as Sam led you through the familiar corridors to the main rooms of entertainment. The lights were all low, coming from half-covered lamps on the walls, with only a few spots highlighted in whiter, starker luminance. Soft music filled the air not occupied by conversation or gratuitous moans, and you chanced a look around, spotting numerous couples and throuples engaged in everything from light teasing to full sex. Alcoves in the corridor were filled with harnesses and toys, and as you walked along, you made eye contact with a woman wearing a bit between her teeth, her eyes half-shut and face contorted in pleasure as an older man fucked two thick digits into her cunt.

Sam’s hand was hot against your lower back, rubbing through the thin fabric of your teddy, pressing just enough to keep you moving forward. Your senses were buzzing with apprehension and nervousness, and his touch helped to ground you, guiding you towards the middle of the crowd. You’d watched this happen a hundred times before, now it was you who would be the center of attention.

“Just remember,” he breathed, sliding his hand to your hip, “you say the word and I stop.”

You nodded. “I know the rules, sir,” you whispered, turning your head to look up at him with a smile.

He returned the affection, squeezing your hip gently. “Would you like a drink first?”

His fingertips danced over your skin, adding to the sensation the water was already creating. He didn’t rush, watching his own hands move, and you smiled as you realized what he was doing - exactly what you’d been doing when he walked in. Every time his fingers stopped, lingering on a spot, you felt a tingle of pleasurable pain, sudden and briefly sharp, leaving you with only a gasp and a yearning for more.

“So beautiful,” he murmured, dropping to one knee. You bit your bottom lip, unconsciously spreading your thighs to allow him whatever access he wanted. He chuckled up at you, watching your face as he pressed his thumb into the same large bruise on your thigh that you’d found earlier. “Does that feel good?”

“They’re yours,” you hummed. “I love them.”

The club rules were simple: no alcohol, no drugs, and consent was compulsory. Sam’s rules aligned with that, aside from one - he never allowed anyone else to touch you. It wasn’t unheard of for some dominants to be happy with others around their sub but Sam was far more possessive than most. This was a performance but as far as you were concerned, the only person you were out to impress was Sam.

You could feel your whole body trembling as he helped you onto the raised platform, and you let your gaze wander over the plush leather upholstery of the table. Sam allowed you to get comfortable, waiting for you to stretch your arms out either side before he fastened the soft cuffs around each wrist. Your legs were split open by the table, and he was quick to secure your ankles in similar cuffs to the ones on your wrists, and once he was satisfied, he stepped between your thighs, resting one hand over your sex. The crotchless panties did nothing to hide either your modesty or your arousal, and you tried not to emit a sound as he held his hand there, the warmth of his palm soaking into your pussy.

“Gonna make you scream for me, baby girl.”

The water had drenched his hair now he was lower down, and you watched him inspect your thighs, not even trying to conceal the sound of your pleasure when he grazed a bruise. His lips replaced his fingers, getting closer and closer to the apex of your thighs, and you tipped your head back when his nose pressed against your folds.

“Sam -” you whined, resisting the urge to grab his head and force him where you wanted him.

“Patience,” he ordered softly, a low chuckle vibrating against your thigh. “You’ll get everything you want.”

You hummed, biting your lip as he continued his torturous path upwards. One of his hands cupped your thigh and lifted, and you allowed him to manipulate you, wobbling slightly when he left you on one leg to hook the opposing knee over his shoulder. His grip held you firm, and in the next second, his tongue stroked over your folds, coaxing a desperate mewl from your lips.

The toys were provided by the club. You hadn’t gotten a good look at the selection on an adjacent table before Sam had tied you down, but you trusted him to know what you liked and what your limits were. He abandoned you for only a minute or two, though it felt like an age under the bright spotlight with the air conditioning making your nipples stiff underneath the lace covering them.

Despite the crowd, only a few paid attention to the stage. Most were engaged in their own pleasures; you could hear snippets of dirty talk, and the occasional climatic wail but you didn’t stop looking at the ceiling, avoiding the spotlight. Sam appeared a few seconds later, looking down at you with a soft smile.

“Lift your head,” he commanded, loud enough for you to hear, and you obeyed, finding a small measure of relief when he slipped a blindfold over your head. “Keep it up,” he added, and you did, ignoring the slight ache in your neck. A gag pressed against your lips, so you dutifully parted them, letting him slot the soft rubber ball between your teeth. “Good girl.”

He paused, fingers grazing your jaw purposefully, asking if you were okay with a tap against the curve below your left ear. You nodded at the practiced signal, and answered his question by clicking your fingers twice, smiling as best as you could.

It didn’t take long for him to make you cum with his tongue. Your pussy was still sensitive, almost raw from how he’d used you that night, not that that stopped your body craving him again. You cried out as he sucked at your clit, keeping up the pressure even when your knee buckled, leaving only his strength to hold you up. Even then, he sought more, easing one, then two thick fingers inside you, dragging them back and forth slowly.

He pulled his mouth away to look up at you in amusement. “You’re still all full of me,” he commented. “That tiny pussy holding all my cum… let’s see if we can’t make you drip.”

You whined loudly, clawing at the wall behind you as he held you in place, driving his fingers into you over and over. Each stroke made your whole body shudder, and your pussy clenched around the intrusion, hips canting forward in search of more.

A second climax almost fried your overstimulated nerves, and you could barely scream. Sam chuckled as you grabbed for his wrist, staring at him with lust-drunk eyes. “Pl-please, Sam,” you whimpered, still rocking yourself onto his hand even though your fingers pried at his wrist.

His lips curled upwards into a hungry smile that made you shiver. “Tell me what you want.”

He didn’t take long in unlacing the teddy, exposing your breasts to the audience. You moaned, lifting your chin slightly.

“They’re watching you,” he murmured,, fastening a clamp around one stiff nipple, forcing you to whimper through the gag. “I’ve already had an offer.” His hand cupped your breast, squeezing lightly as the clamp pinched at the swollen peak. “They didn’t realize that I won’t let anyone touch what’s mine.”

You shuddered, perspiration already beginning to gather on your forehead. Sam’s low chuckle was barely audible over the music, and you had to pay attention to figure out where he was when he wasn’t touching you. Another clamp tightened around your other nipple, tingling jolts of pain mixing with pleasure and only adding to the arousal between your thighs.

His fingers tapped at your jaw again. You swallowed around the gag, clicking your fingers twice again. Moving his hand to your thigh, he held it in a tight grip, rubbing his thumb deep into your flesh. You could feel him leaning over you, the fabric of his shirt brushing against your painfully hard nipples, jostling the clamps just enough to make you gasp around the gag.

“I want to hear you,” he instructed. “I want them to hear you.”

He moved away again, leaving you almost breathless. Deprived of his touch, you could only focus on the throb of each clamped nipple, the pleasure of it making your fingers curl. Something hard and cold patted against your thigh; you recognized the sensation, eyes rolling under the blindfold.

“Want you inside me,” you whined, looking down at him again.

He crooked his fingers inside your cunt, almost making you choke on a cry. “I am inside you.”

“No,” you gasped, shaking your head, trying to articulate your need as he kept working his digits against your deepest spots. “I wa-want your cock inside me.”

“And?”

You moaned low in your throat, struggling to think through the fog of desire. “Want you to fuck me,” you stammered out. “Want you to cum inside me.”

“You want another load of my cum, baby?” he teased, slowly rubbing his thumb against your clit. “You gotta earn that.” You groaned in frustration, releasing his wrist as he began to move a little faster. “Cum again, and I’ll fill up that pretty pussy just like you want.”

The gag stopped you from vocally keeping count of the blows of the paddle but you counted in your mind out of reflex. He started with light impacts to your thighs, twenty each side, keeping to the inner, softer flesh, until each tingled with the repeated impacts. Your tits were next, and you keened loudly every time he struck you, feeling your nipples fight against their prisons as your skin darkened with bruises.

Every hit was another burst of pleasure, and though you knew you wouldn’t cum from this alone, it never stopped Sam from trying. You could feel how wet you were, certain you’d soaked the table underneath you, and he would no doubt show everyone just what a dirty little painslut you were. After ten on each breast, he stepped back, letting you writhe in the haze of arousal, unable to get friction from anything.

“You want more?” he asked, voice suddenly right by your ear. “Two clicks for yes.”

You released a shuddering breath around the gag, desperate to please him, and then clicked your fingers twice.

Sam’s mouth covered a bruise on your thigh, sucking at it. You cried out, finally obeying the urge to grab him, running your fingers through his thick, damp hair. He moaned against your leg, working his thumb harder against your clit as he buried his fingers deep and stroked the tips right against your sweet spot. Your eyes went wide, cries turning silent, and your hips began to rock faster, your orgasm right at the peak.

You could feel fresh warmth gush around his fingers, and he moaned again, releasing your thigh to look up at you, a pleased smile on his face.

“That’s a good girl,” he praised, and you gave him a dazed smile as you pulled your hand away from his head, drunk on the burst of pleasure hormones. He withdrew his fingers, letting your foot drop back to the floor as he got his feet, and your gaze lowered to his thick erection, feeling the blunt tip brush your belly when you looked back up at him. “You earned this.”

Orgasm after orgasm had been wrung from your body. The clamps around your nipples were slick with sweat, and you could feel your own drool on your face from the gag. Sam had only used his fingers so far, making a spectacle of how little he needed to render you limp.

But he wasn’t done.

Releasing your nipples from their prisons, you felt a small measure of relief when he sucked at each one, letting his tongue soothe the ache. His teeth scraped against him, making you moan again, and when he started to suck at your breast, you squirmed, unbearably desperate for him to fuck you, unable to beg.

“Look at you,” he chided, lifting his head. “So desperate.”

You jumped in surprise when his hand curled around your head, long fingers making easy work of the gag. He tugged it out of your mouth, and you gasped, quickly realizing what he was expecting as he moved away.

“Turn around,” Sam ordered softly, tapping your hip. You smiled and turned, putting your back to him, arching and sticking your ass out. He hummed in approval, placing one hand over your left cheek and squeezing. “Hmm, we’ll need to even this out. Paint your ass as pretty as your tits.”

You moaned as he thumbed his cock between your cheeks, letting the tip catch on your aching hole. He still wasn’t rushing, teasing you with only the head, chuckling when you squirmed impatiently and whimpered.

“I’ll stop teasing,” he promised. “Can’t help myself sometimes.”

A reply popped into your head and fled the next second when he pushed forward, impaling you on another few inches. You gasped, forced up onto tiptoes, and you placed your hands against the wall to brace yourself when he pulled back only to penetrate you more.

“How are you always so tight?” he moaned, repeating the action until he was balls deep, holding you with the entirety of his thick shaft inside you. He leaned forward, brushing his lips against your shoulder. “This pussy was made for my cock,” he muttered. “It belongs to me, just like the rest of you.”

You hissed out a yes in agreement, pressing your forehead against the cool tiles. “Body and soul,” you gasped, unable to stop your pussy clenching around him. “Oh, god, Sam -”

It wasn’t surprising that he made a show out of how well you took his cock. Sam was more than well endowed, intimidating almost - it had been when you’d first experienced it. Now you craved it, prided yourself on how easily you could take him. You heard someone gasp when he finally revealed his favorite toy to torment you with, slapping the solid column of flesh against your sensitive cunt until you let your desire get the better of you.

“Please, Sir,” you cried out, so desperate now that you were choking on the need.

“Poor little cockslut,” he teased, bumping his cockhead against your clit. “Is that what you are?”

“Yes,” you whined. “I’m a cockslut, Sir.”

He hummed, pressing the tip further down, threatening to enter you but holding back. “Why don’t you tell everyone exactly what the little cockslut wants?”

Your mouth felt so dry but you know he would only torment you further if you didn’t do as you were told. “I want your big cock inside me, Sir,” you mewled. “Want you to fuck me full.”

The water cascading over you made the sound of your bodies colliding echo against the tiles, and your cries soon followed, mixing with Sam’s grunts as he fucked you up against the wall. You couldn’t keep your eyes open as the intense pleasure in your belly started to get stronger all over again. Pushing back against Sam got harder with each brutal thrust, and he moved one arm around your waist, cupping a breast as the other slipped underneath your hips until he was practically holding you off of the stall floor, using you like he wanted.

“Cum on my cock,” he growled, biting at your shoulder again. “Lemme feel it, baby, and I’ll fill you up, just like I promised.”

You gasped against the tiles, barely able to form a coherent thought as he kept fucking you. Every moan was punched out by the force of his thrusts, and you didn’t need to put any effort into obeying, letting bliss wash over you. He felt it, groaning loudly as your body tightened around him, and when he finally came, he held himself as deep as he could. Warmth flooded your cunt and dripped down your thighs, and your high simmered in your veins as you relaxed in his hold.

You were shaking when he released you, but he didn’t wait for you to stand up, scooping you into strong arms. His seed was drying on your thighs and pussy, his marks still buzzing as they developed into bruises, but you ignored it all, settling into the warmth of his arms.

“You were so good tonight,” he whispered, carrying you through to the quieter rooms, away from the applauding onlookers. “My perfect girl.”

Your legs trembled as Sam let you down, his strong hands helping you to stay upright. He smiled as you lifted your chin to give him a dazed grin, and when his hand cupped your jaw, you leaned into it, raising your own hand to cover his.

“You’re mine too,” you whispered, the words breaking apart as a yawn disrupted your composure.

Sam chuckled, nodding lightly. “You know I am,” he assured you softly. “Now, let’s get you cleaned up and into bed.”

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myhauntedsalem · 3 months ago

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Lalaurie Mansion

New Orleans, LA

Dr. Louis Lalaurie and his wife, Delphine moved into their fancy new mansion in New Orleans. They were respected by everyone. They had a lot of money, power and influence. Ms. Delphine was greatly admired for her beauty.

They threw lavish social parties that would be the talk of the town for weeks to come.

Their house was extravagant and they had dozens of slaves to take care of it.

It was the neighbors who first began to suspect that something was not right.

There were whispered conversations about how the Lalaurie slaves seemed to come and go quite often. Parlor maids would be replaced with no explanation or the stable boy was suddenly just disappear… never to be seen again.

Then, one day a neighbor was climbing her own stairs when she heard a scream and saw Madame Lalaurie chasing a little girl, the Madame’s personal servant, with a whip. She pursued the girl onto the roof of the house, where the child jumped to her death. The neighbor later saw the small slave girl buried in a shallow grave beneath the cypress trees in the yard.

It was rumored that she treated the slaves horribly. But how horribly exactly, no one knew.

A terrible fire broke out in the Lalaurie kitchen. Legend has it that it was set by the cook, who could endure no more of the Madame’s tortures. Regardless of how it started, the fire swept through the house.

After the blaze was put out, the fire fighters discovered a horrible sight behind a secret, barred door in the attic.

The information you are about to read is from the embellished part of the event. The authors who wrote about it in the book didn’t source these events:

They found more than a dozen slaves here, chained to the wall in a horrible state. They were both male and female…. some were strapped to makeshift operating tables… some were confined in cages made for dogs…. human body parts were scattered around and heads and human organs were placed haphazardly in buckets…. grisly souvenirs were stacked on shelves and next to them a collection of whips and paddles.

It was more horrible that anything created in man’s imagination.

According to the newspaper, the New Orleans Bee, all of the victims were naked and the ones not on tables were chained to the wall. Some of the women had their stomachs sliced open and their insides wrapped about their waists.

One woman had her mouth stuffed with animal excrement and then her lips were sewn shut. The men were in even more horrible states. Fingernails had been ripped off, eyes poked out, and private parts sliced away.

One man hung in shackles with a stick protruding from a hole that had been drilled in the top of his head. It had been used to “stir” his brains.

The tortures had been administered so as to not bring quick death. Mouths had been pinned shut and hands had been sewn to various parts of the body.

Regardless, many of them had been dead for quite some time. Others were unconscious and some cried in pain, begging to be killed and put out of their misery.

The fire fighters fled the scene in disgust and doctors were summoned from a nearby hospital.

There were a few who still clung to life…. like a woman whose arms and legs had been removed and another who had been forced into a tiny cage with all of her limbs broken than set again at odd angles.

Madame Lalaurie and her family were never seen again.

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The house remained vacant for many years after that. It then became an all girls school and then apartment buildings.

During the time when the mansion was an apartment house, a number of strange events were recorded. Among them was an encounter between a occupant and a naked black man in chains who attacked him. The black man abruptly vanished.

Others claimed to have animals butchered in the house; children were attacked by a phantom with a whip; strange figures appeared wrapped in shrouds; a young mother was terrified to find a woman in elegant evening clothes bending over her sleeping infant; and of course, the ever-present sounds of screams, groans and cries that would reverberate through the house at night.

Today the house has been renovated again and serves as luxury apartments.

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While antiquing, you find a locket with a beautiful portrait inside. Thinking they must have sold it by mistake, you track the owner down - only to discover he's much more than you thought.

You walked into the antique shop, greeted by the familiar bell's ring. The air smelled like old books and polished wood, a comforting scent you'd come to associate with the store. It was your Aunt Lucinda's shop, filled to the brim with trinkets from the past. Each item, from the brass candlesticks to the porcelain dolls, held a story.

Aunt Lucinda was right in the thick of it, on her knees in front of boxes filled with new items. Seeing you, she stood up, brushing dust off her knees. "Morning," she said, smiling. "Would you help me with these?"

You laughed and nodded, removing your jacket. "Of course, Aunt Lucinda."

You and Aunt Lucinda were close; she'd raised you after your parents passed away. Together, you shared this love for antiques, each piece a whisper from the past. She was more than just family; she was your friend.

You started with the first box, digging through the assorted items. This was the best part – every object had a story, and discovering it was exciting. You pulled out a clock, a fan, and a tea set, carefully setting them aside.

Then, your hand closed around a small locket. It was beautiful, with intricate designs etched onto its surface. You held the locket up to the light, examining it closer. It was gold, with a delicate chain and a small clasp. The outside was etched with intricate, swirling patterns, the work of a skilled jeweller.

The real beauty was inside. A black and white photo of a woman was tucked safely in it. She was strikingly beautiful with high cheekbones, expressive eyes, and a confident smile. There was something about her that held your gaze, something timeless and captivating, but also strange.

Turning to Aunt Lucinda, you held out the locket. "Look at this, Aunt Lucinda. This feels personal. I think it was sold by mistake."

Lucinda accepted the locket, peering at it with her reading glasses. Her brows furrowed, a soft "Hmm" escaping her lips. "This came in last week," she said, handing it back to you. "It was a man who sold it. A bit awkward, he was. Country accent."

Your curiosity piqued. "Do you remember anything else about him?"

She pondered for a moment, tapping her fingers on a box. "Dark hair, blue eyes. Quite tall. Oh, and he had a bit of a strange look about him."

You rose a brow. “Strange how?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Nothing I could put my finger on, exactly.”

Odd, but there wasn’t a shortage of odd in Pinecoast. "Do you have his contact information?" you asked, hope lacing your voice. "We should ask him about this."

Lucinda nodded, rising from her chair. She had a habit of keeping the contact details of the people who sold to her, at least for a little while. She rummaged through a drawer, finally pulling out a notebook filled with names and numbers. Her finger trailed down the list until it paused. "Here he is," she said, pointing at the name Levi and a phone number next to it.

"Thanks, Aunt Lucinda," you said, holding the locket. "I'll give him a call at lunch.”

With Levi's number saved in your phone, you went back to sorting through the new items. Yet, even as you carefully examined each piece and decided on the markup, your thoughts kept drifting back to the locket.

The antique shop was filled with the usual afternoon bustle. Customers trickled in, attracted by the charm of vintage and history. Aunt Lucinda was at her element, making conversations, sharing stories about the items, and handling transactions with her usual flair.

You, on the other hand, preferred the quieter sanctuary of the backroom, filled with shelves of unsorted items. The room smelled strongly of age and mystery, and every piece in the room was a story yet to be told. It was your favourite part of the shop, a private realm where you could dig into the past without interruptions.

Even amidst the silent company of antiquities, the locket was a constant presence. An insistent whisper in your mind that lured you away from your work. Finally, giving in to your curiosity, you picked up the locket once more.

The woman inside was indeed beautiful. Her features were finely drawn, her expression serene. Her eyes, however, were odd. At first glance, they seemed to be a normal part of the black and white photograph. As you studied the portrait further, you noticed something unusual about her pupils. They were slanted, almost like... an animal's.

A shiver of excitement passed through you. The locket was becoming even more fascinating. The woman in the portrait, so elegant and yet with such peculiar eyes, was a riddle you yearned to solve.

You closed the locket gently, lost in thought. The antique shop carried on its usual pace around you, but for now, you were drawn into the world of the locket. Who was this woman, and what was her story? And, most importantly, what would Levi have to say about it? You decided then and there - you would call him as soon as lunch hour hit.

Time passed at a crawl, but eventually you decided to call Levi. The first attempt went unanswered, his voice message greeting was curt and slightly awkward. You left a brief message and decided to try again later.

The second call was picked up after a few rings. "Hello?" A gruff voice, tinged with a thick country English accent, filled the line.

"Hello, is this Levi?" you asked, your heart pounding in your chest.

"Yeah, this is Levi. Who's this?" His tone was a bit wary, but you caught a note of curiosity there as well.

You gave him your name, smiling even though he couldn’t see it. “I work at the antique shop where you sold some things last week," you explained, keeping your voice steady.

There was a pause, then he said, "Oh, right. How can I help you, then?"

His use of your name sent an unexpected flutter through your stomach. You found his awkwardness charming and somewhat endearing. You took a deep breath and plunged into the reason for your call.

"We found a locket among the items you sold. It has a picture inside," you explained. "It felt... personal. We thought it might have been included by mistake."

Another pause. Then, a sharp intake of breath. "A locket?" he sounded horrified. "Bloody hell, I've been looking everywhere for that. It wasn't meant to go to the shop."

You felt a rush of relief. Your hunch had been right. "I thought so," you said, your tone gentle. "I’m glad I checked."

"Yeah, thanks," he said, sounding genuinely relieved. "I'll swing by tomorrow to collect it."

Suddenly, an idea popped into your head. "Actually, I could drop it off after work," you offered. "If you're not too far, that is."

His surprise was evident. "If you’re sure. I live just outside town, by the woods. Are you sure it wouldn't be a bother?"

"No, not at all," you assured him. "I'll text you for the address later."

"Alright, then. Thank you, Grace," Levi said, sounding deeply grateful.

After hanging up, you found your heart beating faster. The call had gone well. Not only had you connected with the locket's owner, but you also had an opportunity to meet him. The mystery of the locket was one step closer to being solved, and you couldn't help the thrill of anticipation that rushed through you.

***

As the day came to a close, Aunt Lucinda locked the door to the shop, her face aglow with the satisfaction of another day well spent among her beloved antiques. Turning to you, her expression turned serious.

"Promise me you'll be safe, Grace," she said, her voice laced with worry. "It's getting dark and you're heading towards the woods."

You nodded, understanding her concern. "Don't worry, Aunt Lucinda. I'm just dropping off the locket. I'll call you when I get back, alright?"

Lucinda seemed somewhat relieved by your reassurances. "Alright, then. Remember, safety first."

You both walked to your respective cars parked by the shop. As Lucinda drove away, you pulled out your phone to check the address Levi had texted you. It wasn't too far - a house located on the outskirts of town, close to the woods.

As you started your car and began driving, a sense of excitement fluttered in your stomach. This wasn't just about returning a locket anymore. It was about the mystery behind it, the intriguing woman in the portrait, and, now, meeting the man who had unintentionally set you off on this journey - Levi.

The sun was setting as you drove towards the address, casting long shadows across the quiet town. The anticipation of the meeting ahead tingled at the back of your mind. Who was Levi, really? How did the locket come into his possession? What was the story behind the peculiar eyes of the woman in the portrait?

Lost in thought, you didn't realise how quickly time passed until you saw the woods approaching in the distance.

As you followed the winding road towards Levi's address, you noticed how the hustle of the town gradually faded into a serene quiet, replaced by the lush green canopy of the woods. After a few more turns, you arrived at the edge of the road where a quaint cabin-like cottage was nestled.

It was a picturesque sight. The house was an inviting mix of warm wood and weathered stone, framed by tall trees and a carpet of greenery. Wildflowers in a myriad of colours dotted the front yard, blending with climbing vines that adorned the walls and window sills of the cottage. The setting sun cast a soft golden glow over the scene, making the cottage look like a picture straight out of a fairytale.

Feeling an undeniable charm emanating from the place, you got out of your car, taking a moment to breathe in the scent of the woods. The locket, carefully wrapped and tucked into your bag, seemed to thrum with an unspoken story.

Climbing from the car and approaching the door, you pressed the doorbell. The sound echoed slightly inside, followed by a bit of scuffle. A bark followed, high-pitched and excited. Then, the door swung open just as a small corgi rushed past, tail wagging furiously as it sniffed at your feet in enthusiastic greeting.

Standing in the doorway was Levi. He looked just as Aunt Lucinda had described - tall, dark hair, piercing blue eyes, and a lanky yet muscular build. There was a rugged handsomeness about him that you hadn't quite expected.

"Hey," he said, his country accent stronger in person. He flashed an awkward, slightly nervous smile. His eyes, shadows by that dark, messy hair, seemed to hold a hint of surprise, probably at the sight of the corgi greeting a stranger with such affection.

"Sorry about Annalise," Levi said, scratching the back of his head. "She's not usually this excitable around strangers. She must like you."

Annalise, the corgi, wagged her tail in agreement, her tongue lolling out happily. You couldn't help but grin at her, reaching down to pet her fluffy head.

Levi's presence was indeed intimidating, his tall frame looming over you. Yet, you noticed how he seemed to be trying to make himself smaller, almost as if he was aware of the effect he had. This made you feel slightly better, easing the unusual shyness that had taken hold of you.

"I have your locket," you said, regretfully tearing your hand away from Annalise to pull out the small package from your bag.

His eyes lit up with relief as he took the locket, cradling it gently in his hands as if it was the most precious thing in the world. "Thanks. I can't tell you how much this means to me."

You smiled, feeling a sense of satisfaction. "It's no problem, Levi. I'm glad I could help."

Just as you were about to turn and leave, Annalise decided she wasn't ready to say goodbye. She started barking at your feet, running circles around you.

Levi chuckled, his laugh a low, rich sound. "Looks like Annalise won't let you leave just yet. Would you like to come in for a cup of coffee?"

The invitation was unexpected. Yet, the warmth of the cottage and the prospect of spending more time with Levi (and Annalise) felt inviting.

"That sounds lovely," you agreed, a small thrill of excitement coursing through you.

Stepping into Levi's cottage, you were instantly struck by the warm, inviting atmosphere. The place was filled with charming antiques, each holding their own piece of history. Levi, despite his obvious awkwardness, exuded a genuine kindness that made you feel at ease.

He led you to a small kitchen at the front of the house, his strides long yet unhurried. The kitchen was a pleasant mix of modern appliances and vintage decor. Antique spice racks lined the walls, holding an assortment of colourful jars. A vintage kettle whistled gently on the stove, next to a set of ceramic mugs that looked like they were from the Victorian era. A charmingly old wooden clock ticked away peacefully on the wall.

Unable to resist, you admired the antique items openly. "These are lovely," you murmured, reaching out to gently touch the ceramic mugs. "They're definitely Victorian, perhaps even from the aesthetic movement."

Levi looked surprised at your knowledge. "You know your stuff," he said, sounding impressed.

You shrugged modestly, a shy smile playing on your lips. "I guess working at an antique shop has its perks."

Throughout the exchange, Annalise followed closely at your heels, her tail wagging non-stop. It wasn't until you sat down at the small kitchen table that she seemed to calm down. Bending down, you ran your fingers through her fur, her eyes closing in contentment at the attention.

While Levi attended to the coffee, your eyes wandered around the kitchen, coming to rest on a collection of family photographs hung on the wall above the table. The black and white images depicted moments from a time gone by, telling a story that spanned generations.

The first photograph that caught your eye was one of a man and a woman. The woman was immediately recognisable – the same striking features from the locket, but she was years younger.Oddly, her eyes were normal in this photo. She was standing close to a man, presumably her husband, both happy and in love.

The second photograph was a group picture featuring a much younger Levi, flanked by his parents and grandparents. Even as a child, his striking blue eyes stood out. The older woman, his grandmother, shared the same unique eyes.

A third photograph showed a larger group - Levi along with multiple brothers and sisters. You studied each face, noting how most of them had normal eyes, except for Levi, his grandmother, and one of his sisters. You felt a strange chill run up your spine as you realised their eyes resembled those of the woman in the locket.

Your gaze lingered on the photographs, a whirlwind of thoughts running through your head. What was the significance of those distinctive eyes? And why did only a few family members have them?

Lost in your thoughts, you barely noticed when Levi placed a steaming mug of coffee in front of you. "Hope you like it," he said, his voice pulling you back to the present.

"I'm sure I will," you replied, turning your attention back to him. Yet, you knew that the mystery behind those unique eyes and the intriguing family photographs was far from being solved.

As you both settled at the kitchen table with your mugs of coffee, the conversation began to flow more naturally. Levi asked about your work at the antique shop, his questions revealing a genuine interest.

"I can't apologise enough for the hassle," he said, running a hand through his dark hair. "The locket wasn't meant to be in that box I sold to the shop."

"It's no hassle at all, Levi," you assured him, your gaze wandering back to the photographs above the table. "I was happy to come out here. Plus, I got to meet Annalise," you added with a smile, looking down at the corgi snoozing contently at your feet.

His lips quirked up into a shy smile, his blue eyes softening. "I'm glad you like her. She certainly likes you."

Changing the subject, you started to talk about his home. "Your house is beautiful. I love all the antiques you've collected; but isn't it difficult living this far out of town?" you asked, recalling the lack of a car outside.

"I manage," he replied with a shrug. "I get most things delivered, and I enjoy the quiet of the woods. And I..." He paused, seeming to consider his words. "I don't drive."

That surprised you. "Really? That's unusual."

Levi nodded, a bit of discomfort crossing his face. "I guess you could say I'm a bit of a shut-in. I prefer it this way." He quickly added, "it's not something I like to discuss."

Your curiosity was piqued, but you respected his privacy. Instead, you took another sip of your coffee, savouring the rich flavour. Meanwhile, a myriad of questions swirled around in your head – about the locket, Levi's family, his reclusive lifestyle, and those unique, piercing blue eyes.

After you finished your coffee, you checked the time and realised how late it had gotten. "I should probably head back, it's getting late," you said, standing up from the table.

As you declared your intention to leave, a soft lull fell over the room. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence, rather a peaceful one, filled with the quiet ticking of the antique clock and the soft whistling of the wind outside.

"Of course," Levi nodded, his voice understanding, as he moved to lead you to the door.

Annalise, roused herself from her nap, tail wagging as she followed the pair of you.

Reaching the door, you could feel Levi's eyes on you, as if he was grappling with something. The slight furrow of his brows and the way his lips pressed together in thought hinted at an internal debate. Not wanting to rush him, you simply waited, your fingers brushing against the worn texture of the door.

"Grace?" he finally said, his voice a low rumble in the quiet room. "I... um, I was wondering... would you like to come by again? Maybe for another cup of coffee?" His words hung in the air, filled with hope and a little bit of uncertainty.

You felt a warm smile spread across your face at his words. Teasingly, you said, "That’s unexpected, especially from a self-proclaimed shut in." Your heart fluttered at the sight of a faint blush creeping up his neck, his blue eyes dropping to the floor in slight embarrassment.

"Well," he started, lifting his gaze back to meet yours, the blush still evident on his cheeks, "I am usually a shut-in; but, I think... I'd like to get to know you better, Grace."

The honesty in his words brought a sense of warmth to your heart. His confession, the awkwardness of it all, felt so genuine, so raw that it was endearing. His company had been a source of comfort to you tonight, in ways you hadn't anticipated.

"I'd like that too, Levi," you found yourself saying, the words coming out much easier than you thought they would. His face brightened up at your acceptance, a beautiful smile that reached his eyes, making them twinkle in the dimly lit room.

With a contented sigh, you stepped out into the cool night air, a sense of tranquillity washing over you. As you turned to wave him a final goodbye, you realised how fondly you were already thinking of Levi, this enigmatic man with a locket and a secret.

The drive back home was filled with thoughts of him and his charming little cottage, the locket, and those fascinating blue eyes. You found yourself already anticipating your next visit, wondering what other secrets and stories were waiting to unfold.

***

Over the next month, life took on a rhythm. The antique shop kept you busy, and the free time you had was mostly spent with Levi. Aunt Lucinda, ever the matchmaker, teased you constantly about your budding relationship, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

Your time with Levi was usually spent at his cottage by the woods. He would show you his antique collection, each piece with a story to tell. Evenings were reserved for 'bad horror movie nights' - just the two of you curled up on his old, comfortable couch with a pile of snacks, laughing at the ridiculous plot lines and cheesy effects.

But amidst all the comfort and laughter, something was gnawing at the back of your mind - the picture in the locket and Levi's eyes. Every now and then, you'd find yourself looking at him, studying his face, trying to catch a glimpse of those odd, slanted pupils that you'd seen in the photograph.

One evening, you found yourself back on Levi's couch, beer in hand and a rather terrible werewolf movie playing on the screen.

As the moonlight filtered through the window, it hit Levi's face at an angle. For a brief second, you saw his pupils shift, resembling the ones in the picture. It was brief, but it was there.

Surprised, you turned to him. "Levi," you started, your voice cautious, "your eyes... they just..."

He seemed to understand what you were about to say, because he turned his face away from you, hiding his eyes in the shadow. The action felt heavy, like there was more to it than just a simple reflex.

The room went silent except for the terrible movie continuing to play in the background. You felt a flurry of emotions - surprise, concern, but above all, a growing curiosity. This man, who you had grown so fond of, had a secret. And you found yourself wanting to know what it was.

You watched Levi, the way his broad shoulders stiffened and his posture closed off. His face was turned away from you, shadowed and unreadable, but the tension in the air was palpable.

You could have let it drop. It would have been easy to return your attention to the movie, to ignore the sudden shift in the room. But looking at him now, the vulnerability he was showing, the shame he was trying so hard to hide, you found you couldn't ignore it.

"Levi," you began gently, turning on the couch to face him. You laid a reassuring hand on his arm, your fingers brushing against the fabric of his shirt. "Your great-grandmother had the same eyes in the locket," you continued softly, “and some of your family in the pictures too."

You felt him stiffen slightly at your words. The movie played on, but your focus was on Levi, on coaxing him out of his shell. This wasn't about idle curiosity anymore; you could see that he was genuinely worried, that this secret was something that he held close, something he feared sharing.

"It's okay, Levi," you murmured, your hand moving to gently squeeze his arm. "You don't have to tell me anything if you're not ready. I just want you to know that... whatever it is, it doesn't change how I feel about you."

At your words, you felt him relax a bit, his posture losing some of its rigidity. He still didn't meet your eyes, but he turned towards you a bit, a silent acknowledgement of your words.

You waited, giving him the space to process your words, to decide what he wanted to do. There was no pressure here, no judgement, only acceptance and understanding. You hoped Levi could see that, and that, whatever his secret was, he knew he didn't have to bear it alone.

After a pause that felt both too short and too long, Levi turned back to face you. As he did, you found yourself looking into his eyes again. They were different now. His blue eyes, always so captivating, were even brighter now, almost glowing in the dim light of the room. The pupils, the ones that you had only caught glimpses of before, were clear and distinct now - oddly shaped, almost like that of an animal.

Despite the initial surprise, you found yourself drawn to them. There was something wild and beautiful about them, something incredibly captivating. "They're beautiful, Levi," you found yourself saying, your voice almost a whisper.

At your words, he gave a soft, incredulous laugh, his gaze dropping to his hands. "You don't have to say that, you know," he mumbled, clearly not believing you.

“I mean it,” you replied, reaching out to brush a gentle hand across his cheek. “I meant it when I said you don’t have to tell me anything, too.”

“You deserve to know.” Taking a deep breath, as if steeling himself, Levi began to explain. "I'm not... entirely human," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "Neither is any of my family. It all started with my great-grandmother. She was bitten by a werewolf."

His words hung in the air between you two. The idea, the reality of it, felt both strange and incredible at the same time. You had seen werewolves on the big screen, read about them in books, but the concept of them being real, of Levi being one, was something you had never imagined. Yet somehow… you believed him.

"It’s not like the movies," he continued, his gaze back on you, eyes glowing intensely. "It wasn't a curse. It became a part of her, a part of us. It runs in the family, you see. Some of us, like me, we have...traits we struggle to hide even in human form."

The confession hung in the air, his words wrapping around you like a cocoon, leaving the two of you in this intimate bubble of shared secrets and raw honesty. Despite the strange revelations, you found yourself comforted by his words, by his trust in sharing such a secret with you.

Your hand found its way back to his arm, squeezing gently in reassurance. "Levi," you said softly, "It's okay. I understand. And it really doesn't change how I feel about you."

Levi seemed to crumble at your words, his gaze dropping to where your hand rested on his arm. The glow in his eyes seemed to flicker like a dying flame, disbelief clear on his face.

Levi looked down at your hand resting on his arm. "Grace, it's more than just the eyes," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

He swallowed, a look of determination crossing his face. "Every month, I transform. It's painful, terrifying. My body shifts, bones snap, I’m not me anymore."

His words hung in the air, the room growing quiet except for the soft hum of the movie playing in the background.

"And it's not just the transformations. It's every day. Trying to keep my eyes normal in public. Trying to hide who I am."

He looked away, his hands clenching into fists. "It's why I moved out here. Away from everyone. It's easier to hide. Easier than seeing the stares, the questions."

Levi's words trailed off, his eyes distant. "I've lost so many friends...relationships...all because I couldn't hide who I am. I didn't want to put anyone else through that."

It was a self-sabotage, an attempt to push you away. But you didn't budge.

Before he could continue, you leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on his lips. It was a simple, comforting kiss. A way to tell him without words that you weren't scared. That you were here, that you understood. And that his secret, his true self, didn't change how you felt about him.

You pulled back, a soft smile playing on your lips. Levi sat there, still as a statue, his eyes wide with surprise. His bright blue irises, now faintly glowing with their animalistic slant, stared back at you. It was as if he was struggling to comprehend what just happened, unable to believe that you hadn't fled.

The silence in the room was palpable, the only sound being the muted movie playing in the background, creating an intimate bubble around you both. And then, after what felt like an eternity, Levi's eyes softened. Slowly, hesitantly, he leaned in and met your lips again.

This kiss was different. It started off gentle, mirroring the softness of your initial touch. His lips moved against yours, timid at first but growing bolder with every second. It was sweet and chaste, a mere taste of the affection you'd come to share.

His kiss grew desperate, his hands reaching up to gently cradle your face. He kissed you with an intensity that left you breathless, a raw hunger laced with a hint of vulnerability. His fingers tangled into your hair, holding you closer, as if afraid you'd slip away if he let you go.

It hit you then. The desperation, the raw need, it was a reflection of his isolation, his loneliness. He had been deprived of this – of closeness, of acceptance, of love – for so long. This realisation made your heart ache for him, made your resolve to stick by him even stronger.

As you returned his kiss with equal fervour, you hoped that he could feel it too, feel your promise. That you were here, and you were here to stay.

Pulling back, Levi looked at you, his eyes wide and questioning. There was a vulnerability in his gaze, a hope mixed with fear. He was waiting for something, seeking some form of assurance.

You realised he needed to hear it, to know that you weren't just going along with this, that you genuinely wanted this. So you took his face in your hands, locking eyes with him, and poured out your heart.

"I want you to know something, Levi," you began, your voice steady and clear. "I'm not here because I feel sorry for you. I'm not here because I think you need saving. I'm here because...because I care for you."

There it was, plain and simple. You watched as Levi's expression shifted, a mix of surprise and relief flooding his features.

"I like you for you," you continued, your hands moving to gently cup his jaw. "You're kind, you're intelligent, and you're incredibly sweet. Yes, you're a werewolf, and it's a big part of who you are - but it's not all you are."

You paused, letting your words sink in, watching as Levi's eyes flickered with an array of emotions.

"I'm curious, yes," you admitted, your fingers tracing the lines of his face. "That's because I want to know you, all of you. I want you to feel comfortable sharing your life with me, whenever you're ready."

His eyes searched yours for a long moment, perhaps seeking any sign of deceit. But all he would find was honesty, warmth, and an affection that had been blossoming since that first meeting at his front door.

"I want this, Levi," you said softly, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. "I want you. We can take this at your pace, alright?"

His eyes held yours for a moment longer before something seemed to shift within him. His shoulders relaxed, and a soft sigh of relief escaped his lips. "You know," he murmured, his fingers lightly brushing against your cheek. "I've wanted this since that first cup of coffee we had together."

His words hung in the air, and you felt a surge of warmth rush through you. This wasn't one-sided, he felt this too. His confession added another layer of intimacy to this moment, a shared understanding, a shared want.

"I've spent so long hiding..." he trailed off, his gaze dropping to your lips for a moment before meeting your eyes again. "It feels good not to. With you."

His words were like a balm, soothing any lingering doubts you may have had. You saw a spark in his eyes then, a glimpse of the man he was beneath the secret he had been forced to carry alone. There was a newfound confidence in his gaze, a certainty that hadn't been there before.

Before you could respond, he was leaning in, capturing your lips with his once again. This kiss was different, though. It was a promise, a claim. It was Levi, without the fears, without the reservations. It was pure, unadulterated emotion, and you found yourself lost in the sweetness of the moment.

The world outside ceased to exist as you melted into each other, the taste of his kiss the only thing that mattered. The whispers of doubts and the uncertainty of the future faded away. For now, it was just you and Levi, wrapped up in each other, lost in the beauty of this shared intimacy.

#exophilia #exophilia fiction #monster x reader #monster romance #monster boyfriend #tag: mxf #tag: male monster #tag: female reader #tag: sfw #tag: werewolf

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viofitz · 1 year ago

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Storm Collectibles The King Of Fighters 98 Ultimate Match: Blue Mary (Review)

Introduction: Storm Collectibles is a Hong Kong based designer and manufacturer of action figures. They are known for making officially licensed, high quality collectible action figures, primary from fighting game series and iconic figures. They have the license to make 1/12th scale action figures based on The King Of Fighters (KOF). These figures feature numerous points of articulation, interchangeable head sculpts and pairs of hands, and special fighting effect parts. Her boxart comes out to be given with large window plastic so, we can almost see the whole contents. And the front part was printed with KOF98 Ultimate Match logo and her artwork drawn by Shinkiro, and there is 17+ print that this figure was meant for those 17 years old or above. To be honest, compared to shf/figma storm is much user friendly since despite their sharp/choking hazard looking materials, perhaps it's because Mary doesn't have accessory that was made from a hard materials. While the back part is mostly shown the figure's promotional photos showing how the figure works and there's a SNK Funiverse sticker attached on them.

Contents: Mary herself comes with her main figure, she's included with 4 interchangeable head sculpts which the hairs are removable and swappable, 6 pair of hands in total, a single stomp effect for her iconic moves and a background paper diorama depicting USA stage in their old class 2D sprite style from in the game.

Blue Mary was originally came from Fatal Fury series game but, she later made her debut in KOF97 as the Outlaw Team (Special Team) teaming up with Ryuji Yamazaki and Billy Kane. Mary herself is a Private Detective, her official nickname is "S Class Woman" and "The Joint Crusher", she specializes in Commando Sambo. Mary's getup are red top, dark blue purple-ish gloves with yellow trim, dark blue purple-ish jeans with 2 belts; 1 black belt attached in her pants while another 1 is a loose dark brown colored belt and light brown shoes. Mary is not my first Storm figure collection so, I can tell she is a big improvement from Storm's past female figures, they finally updated her elbow into double jointed so, she can move her arms much better and posing her is surprisingly easy, although her ankles is a bit limited to move. Unlike in my previous blog reviews I'm not going to show photo comparison anymore nor even the detailed articulation works in here but, I made tons of photos showing how she was depicted in the game so I think that'll be more than enough to demonstrate how she plays. Her articulation points consisted movable head, torso, arms with bicep cut, double jointed elbow, wrists, legs with thigh, double jointed knee, ankles and tiptoe part. I love how they cleverly hides her torso cut by using her red top. I can make tons of her iconic move lists from her game with no sweat, she's pretty easy to play.

Mary was included with 4 head sculpts (HS) in total, first would be her standard smile with normal hair down. This expression is mainly used to show Mary's friendly nature even during her fight but, out from all this one has her neck socket a bit lower compared to her other HS. This made her head stands a bit taller. I tried to press it hard but it won't budge, perhaps I'm going to need a hair dryer or hot water to fix that but, too lazy to do that. Second HS is her winking smile expression to show her sassy style with alternate normal hair down. I don't really understand why she was given with identical hair part... Third HS is her serious expression with slight grit to show how serious she is during her fight with her left side bangs hanging on her ears. Mary used to flip her hair in her battle. Fourth HS is her yelling expression which mainly used for her fight scenes to be more intense with her bangs flowing to the right side. All of these head sculpts are swappable, you can make her expressions with all kinds of her hair parts. Her hairs were made from semi flexible rubber materials while her head from a hard PVC materials. While some people may think she's not good enough but, atleast imo they seemingly captured Shinkiro style's art on her face. But, I don't really disagree on their thoughts since most of her expressions felt kinda bland and empty on her. However, I'm still happy with how she turned out to be better than I expected.

Mary comes with 6 pair of hands in total, that would be: fistful hands which was already attached to her main figure, pointy hands to recreate her bang scene or any other of her various pointy finger poses, open splayed tiger style hands for recreating her iconic battle stance pose, open splayed and open palm hands for her necessary Sambo posing. Well, these hands are very convenient to make tons of her ingame poses. Her hands were also made from semi flexible rubber material so, her hands are safe enough but, it doesn't mean they're unbreakable.

It's too bad she's doesn't come with taser weapon nor her late boyfriend's coat nor even Anton the dog... But, I still had alot of fun playing this figure.

Mary also comes with stomping effect which mainly used for her Snatcher move list that followed from her Vertical Arrow. The effect got the same material as her hair and hands. To be honest, I like this way better compared to a fragile hard plastic like how Bandai did....

As for diorama paper, the stage was simply printed from the original sprite of KOF98 USA Background which, I understand they're meant to recreate the classic look for Mary's appearance in KOF98 but, the pixelated looks doesn't go well enough with the figure.

Damn... I could make her Splash Rose Desperation Moves perfect enough!

Dynamite Swing also turned out perfect!

Wow, I'm surprised Mary can stand on Tyris and Tyris can even withstand Mary's weight!

Thank youu for reading!😁🙏🏻

#action figures #toys #the king of fighters #king of fighters #fatal fury #blue mary #storm collectibles #storm #collectibles #tyris flare #golden axe

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wonyoungandbeautiful · 1 year ago

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Despite the sudden physical proximity with Mingi, the reason behind their separation still tugged on her mind. She shouldn't be doing this. She shouldn't let him have her so easily after betraying her. It was unusual for her. Wonyoung was a proud woman, at times with too much self respect. It wasn't difficult for her to remove someone from her life if she considered that they were not good to her or worse, if they had deceived her. So the reason why her body was affected by his alluring touch and words was unclear to the younger female. No good excuse seemed to reach her brain, as if she put aside her dignity in order to allow her lust for him to control her. Would it be so terrible if she made a promise to herself that she would let it slide just for today, for one last time?

If there was a secret recipe to have the brunette weak in her knees, Mingi probably knew every ingredient of it. At the mention of her carefully picked outfit, Wonyoung briefly looked down at her attire. She couldn't help but agree — the combination of her leather boots and her black skirt did look fantastic on her. But it was the comment about her hair that pulled her into a trance, visions of him having her in a certain position making her shiver in anticipation. The shift between his flirty words in public and the now more provocative ones as soon as they were in a more intimate setting, was something she never grew tired of. There was something about being one of the few that would get access to this side of him that pleased her. Though, part of her suspected his list of lovers was probably extensive. "You know I like it when you pull on it so hard that it hurts," she boldly answered before wrapping her legs around his waist. One hand grabbed the metal bar for support while the other crept up to his neck, fingers touching the collar of his shirt. Though their new position wasn't the most comfortable, her ex boyfriend intoxicated her in a way she couldn't describe— thus any thought about the comfort of their make out session went down the drain. It didn't matter. Especially, not in this moment. His words echoed through her mind, her heart fluttering at the sound of it. It was different from the flattery she had received today. So contrasting from the compliments about her being cute or looking pretty. This one seemed more deep. Like he was admitting something he knew he shouldn't. And while she didn't tell him, she did miss him too. However, she was certain her behavior around him gave it all away. She was drawn to him like a magnet. As if their past relationship wasn't enough and she needed a part two or a remake of it to satisfy her properly. "Show me how much you missed me," she whispered against his lips. For a moment, Wonyoung wished that the elevator would get stuck simply to have him all to herself and not have to worry about walking all the way to his place. It seemed too far away although she knew it was only a one minute walk at most. The ping of the elevator bell finally announced their arrival to his floor, the way he cussed under his breath was weirdly adorable, proving her he wanted her just as much as she wanted him. "You don't look very patient," she smirked, her fingers swiftly sliding under his chin before she walked past him and towards his place like it was hers. Her comment was ironic considering how impatient she was in all areas of her life but especially with him. Leaning against the wall near the front door, the brunette watched him intently unlock it before finally walking into the empty place. That small detail came as a relief as she knew she wasn't ready to have his entire group question his surprising company. Though it wouldn't have been new for them to have fun in his room while his members were in the apartment, that was not what she envisioned for their reunion. "No shit sherlock," she challenged him as if she wanted to see how he would react to her irritating words in private. Almost instantly, she carelessly threw her purse towards his couch before she felt his arms and lips around her. "I want you so bad," she whispered seductively as she finally faced him. Discarding her jacket, she quickly piled it into the same couch before her hands moved under his coat, pushing it down his arms and off him. She was well aware of the fact that she seemed too eager, that she didn't want to waste any time although that was not what she planned the moment they'd reach his bedroom. "You still have the same room, right?" she inquired though she didn't give him enough time to answer before she found herself grab his hand and lead them both into the familiar room. Her hand now placed on his chest as she pushed him onto his bed. Her dark hair falling over her shoulders, she straddled him as her gaze met his before she leaned in close enough for their lips to almost touch.

Mingi didn’t like to think about the future for too long. He learned at an early age that trying to guess or fit his wants into his life normally came with disappointment. Life was much easier when he went with the flow. Though he didn’t plan a happily ever after with Wonyoung, he didn’t expect their love story to end as quickly as it did. Their special dinner and trip they had for making it half a year along with celebrating their birthday’s together was something Mingi had looked forward to. The Summer had been packed with work events and trying to squeeze in time to see each other. It was stressful but she made it worth it. Every pout and smile she tossed his direction reminded him of why he stayed. Now he had no clue how they would end up. Whether they’d patch things or they’d continue this path…. one that he still had trouble understanding. Unable to say anything due to her hand placement, he let his smile to reach his eyes. The pink shade that filled her cheeks were too cute, and he would’ve continued saying things to cause her to react this way again if she allowed him. “You’re cute” He finally said, letting a light laugh of his own at her swat to his chest. Thankfully the streets weren’t too filled with people, and most of who they passed seemed too distracted with their surroundings no one bat an eye towards the idols were made their journey towards Mingi’s apartment complex. “Yeah? I’ll keep that in mind next time.” It sounded like a promise mixed with a little bit of his playful tone. Though he felt really brave at the moment, he didn’t know if it would be something they’d go for considering how messy and loud they could be outside of the bedroom.

“You sound really heartbroken over that” He shot her a quick wink. Did he feel guilty about pulling her away from the set plans she had? He waited for the shame to kick in but it never came. Guessing by her body language, he would guess that she felt the same. He nodded to her question. "Mhm, you look gorgeous with this outfit. Your hair looks like it needs a good pulling." The steel doors provided a safe space for the next minute, making him a bit bolder in his choice of words. The swooshing noise from the elevator told him that there was still time to enjoy each other’s presence. Hands already trailed down to her lower back, pulling her in once her arms wrapped around his neck. Proving that there was still a spark between them in spite of their bickering by the way their bodies gravitated to the other. Deepening their kiss some more, he lifted her off the ground to have her matching his height. With a small turn, he placed her back on the corner, resting her just enough on the metal bar the elevator had on the sides. “I missed you so much” The words dangerously slipping from his lips knowing that they can come back to haunt him during their next argument. He tugged her lower half towards his waist, and already he could feel a jolt of excitement rush through his body. His fingers brushed through her beautiful locks, trying to keep him from tearing her clothes apart. They might away from the busy streets of Seoul but they weren’t quite alone just yet. They still ran the risk of the elevator doors opening. He took in a deep breath in between their passionate kiss and began to work his lips to the crook of her neck when the ding of the door notified them that they arrived to his floor. “Fuck” It was like he forgot for a split second that they still had a small walk towards his place. He carefully set her down and led them towards his dorm. Thankfully all of his members were out for the evening which was why Mingi was wandering the streets alone but there was the off chance that one of them would be home. He held his breath while he input the code and stuck his head in, waiting a few seconds to hear their usual loud voices but nothing came. Happy that they were still alone, Mingi kept the door open for Wonyoung to go through. “Guess we have the place to ourselves” He smirked, walking behind her once she stepped inside and he let the door close behind them. Wasting no time, he slipped his arms around her from behind, turning his head just enough to peck her cheek and trailed down to her neck.

#not really smut but yk i'm trying to be safe #─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── mingi

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amankumarblog · 15 days ago

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How to Lighten Dark Private Parts Naturally: Safe and Simple Solutions

Many people look for ways to improve the appearance of their intimate areas, wondering how to lighten dark private parts naturally. While darkened skin in private areas is quite common and nothing to be ashamed of, it's understandable that some may seek solutions for a brighter and more even skin tone. The good news is that there are several natural methods that can gradually lighten dark private parts without the use of harsh chemicals. In this blog, we’ll explore simple, effective ways to brighten your intimate areas and promote smoother, healthier skin.

Why Do Private Areas Become Darker?

Before we delve into how to lighten dark private parts naturally, let’s first understand why the skin in intimate areas can darken. Several factors can contribute to pigmentation in these areas:

Friction: Constant rubbing from tight clothing or underwear can cause skin darkening.

Hormonal Changes: Pregnancy, birth control, and puberty can all affect the skin’s pigmentation.

Excessive Moisture: Sweat can cause the skin to darken due to prolonged moisture exposure.

Shaving or Waxing: These hair removal methods can cause irritation and lead to dark spots.

Poor Hygiene: Not keeping the area clean can result in pigmentation and skin issues.

While this skin change is common, many individuals seek ways to lighten their intimate areas naturally. The good news is that it’s possible to achieve lighter skin with a consistent, gentle skincare routine.

How to Lighten Dark Private Parts Naturally: Top Tips

Exfoliate Gently: Exfoliating the skin in your intimate areas helps to remove dead skin cells, which can make the area appear dull and dark. By exfoliating regularly, you can promote new, brighter skin. Exfoliation encourages cell turnover, which can help lighten the skin over time.

Use a gentle exfoliating method, such as a soft cloth or a mild scrub, and exfoliate no more than once or twice a week. Avoid over-exfoliating, as this can irritate the skin and make the pigmentation worse.

Cleanse and Dry Properly: Maintaining good hygiene is essential for how to lighten dark private parts naturally. Washing the intimate areas regularly with mild, fragrance-free soap helps remove sweat, bacteria, and dead skin cells. After cleaning the area with lukewarm water and soap, always pat the skin dry with a soft towel. Dampness left in the area can cause irritation and contribute to darkening.

It’s important to keep the area clean, but also to avoid over-washing, which can strip the skin of its natural oils and cause dryness or irritation.:

Wear Breathable Clothing: Tight clothing and underwear made from synthetic fabrics can cause friction in the intimate areas, which leads to darkening over time. To avoid this, choose loose, comfortable clothes made from natural, breathable fabrics like cotton. Breathable fabrics allow the skin to stay dry and reduce sweating, which helps prevent skin pigmentation in these areas.

By avoiding tight-fitting clothes, you also reduce friction, a major cause of darkening in intimate areas.

Moisturize Regularly: Moisturizing is an essential part of how to lighten dark private parts naturally. Keeping the skin hydrated can help improve its appearance, making it look brighter and smoother. Dry skin tends to look dull and can make dark spots more noticeable.

Choose a gentle, fragrance-free moisturizer to avoid irritation. Apply it daily to the intimate areas to keep the skin soft, smooth, and hydrated. Consistent moisturizing helps prevent chafing and irritation, which could worsen pigmentation.

Avoid Shaving and Waxing: Shaving and waxing can irritate the delicate skin in intimate areas, often leading to dark spots and bumps. The friction from razors and wax strips can cause the skin to darken, especially in areas that are sensitive. Instead of shaving or waxing, consider using a more gentle hair removal method, such as trimming or using an electric trimmer, to prevent further irritation and darkening.

If you do continue to shave, be sure to use a clean, sharp razor and shave in the direction of hair growth to reduce irritation.

Use Gentle Skin Care Products: When looking for ways to lighten dark private parts naturally, it’s crucial to avoid using harsh chemicals or strong skincare products. Opt for mild, natural products that are free from fragrances and alcohol, as these can irritate the skin. Harsh products can strip the skin of moisture, making it more prone to dryness, irritation, and pigmentation.

Always patch-test a new product on a small area of your skin before using it on your intimate areas to ensure it won’t cause any adverse reactions.

Stay Hydrated and Eat Well: Your skin’s health is closely linked to your overall well-being. Drinking plenty of water helps keep your skin hydrated and nourished, promoting a healthy, glowing appearance. Additionally, eating a balanced diet rich in vitamins and antioxidants can support your skin’s health and appearance.

While diet alone may not drastically lighten dark private areas, it can improve overall skin health, making the skin more resilient and vibrant.

Consistent and Patient: When it comes to how to lighten dark private parts naturally, it’s important to be consistent with your routine. Natural methods take time, and results won’t happen overnight. It’s essential to follow a regular skincare routine that includes gentle exfoliation, proper hygiene, moisturizing, and wearing breathable clothing. Over time, you’ll notice gradual improvements.

Remember that every person’s skin is different, so it may take some time before you see visible results. Be patient and avoid switching methods too frequently, as this can lead to further irritation.

Final Thoughts

Learning how to lighten dark private parts naturally involves embracing a gentle skincare routine and making small lifestyle adjustments. By following these simple and safe methods, such as exfoliating, maintaining good hygiene, wearing breathable clothing, and moisturizing, you can gradually lighten your intimate areas and restore your skin’s natural brightness.

Natural lightening methods work gradually, so it's important to remain patient and consistent. With time, you can achieve the lighter, more even skin tone you're looking for, all while keeping your skin healthy and irritation-free. Remember, it’s important to embrace your body and treat it with care—your confidence will shine through no matter your skin tone!

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faebaex · 2 years ago

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Cursed with the Gift of Reincarnation

author note: I think I have a thing for soulmate aus (*ﾉ▽ﾉ) seriously give me a soulmate au prompt and i’m all over it. Will this become a soulmate au blog? Maybe. JK... Unless? ♡(>ᴗ•)

Please note that this is a female character.

characters: Lilia Vanrouge x F!Fae Reader

“... Lilia... Would you wait for me?”

He gripped you tight, the front of his shirt staining crimson as your life seeped from you, your expression eerily calm in contrast to the despair that was blooming in Lilia.

“My love... Please... I would hunt to the ends of the earth to find you again...”

You gave him your final smile, the weight of your hand heavy as you used the last of your strength to cup his cheek.

“Don’t.”

The mirror chamber was eerily silent. Despite the coffins that danced in the air, almost merry in their rhythm, the only ones who stood in the room were you, and the Headmage of Night Raven College. This was your orientation, but instead of going to orientation with the rest of the incoming students, the Headmage had insisted that you have yours more privately. Very insistent, in fact. Even after the Regent had questioned it, and pushed for you to simply enrol along with all the others, the Headmage had smiled, clasped his hands and uttered how necessary it was for it to be a more private affair. Especially since the college had just recently gone co-ed, it would make you feel more of a student than a specimen to be gaped at, he had urged. So here you were, tuning in and out of the Headmage’s ramblings, alone.

“... And as my kindness knows no bounds, this private ceremony should be most comfortable for you,” Crowley smiles indulgently at you, “now... I must apologise for the... short delay in beginning. There was an... unexpected issue at the previous ceremony. But! That will be of no consequence to you.” Again with his ingratiating smile. “Now... If you’d step up to the Dark Mirror, it will assign you your dorm. It’s more of a formality, at this point, I have a fairly strong idea as to where you’ll be heading...” The last part of his sentence was more hushed, as if speaking to himself.

Did this man live and die through cryptic sentences, you wondered, as you stepped towards the ornate mirror in the centre of the room. It was black for but a moment, before a masked face slowly appeared, surrounded in billowing green flames.

“State your name.” Came the smooth baritone from the mirror.

“L/N, F/N.” You stated clearly, staring on at the Dark Mirror in wonder. It really was different from how you’d imagined it, you suppose the history books can only document so much. Alas, you are knocked out of your thoughts as the smooth baritone of the mirror starts up again.

“The nature of your soul is... Noble. Diasomnia.” The mirror boomed. One side of your mouth crooked up. The Regent had been correct in his prediction. You’ll end up in Diasomnia, for they tend to stick all of the fae together regardless, he had advised, even if you were placed elsewhere, that Headmage would probably endeavour to have you transferred, anyway. But despite that, you couldn’t help but think the Headmage looked nervous when you turned back to him, a finger easing his collar open as he tried to fix on his signature smile.

“As I expected, Diasomnia!” Crowley hummed, quickly removing his hand from his collar and clasping his hands together in what looked like practiced excitement. You stepped away from the mirror, re-joining the Headmage on the main floor. “Now, really... That’s your orientation finished! I’ll admit, this affair seems much more... longer, with more students. But I can promise, you have not missed out! Because I am so kind, I will escort you to your new dorm and see that you are settled in. Normally, the new students would follow their housewarden but...--”

Crowley’s speech was cut off by a sudden bang, out in the corridor. You both looked at each other, and then towards the door of the mirror chamber. Another bang, like a dry thump, before what could only be described as the desperate skittering of clawed feet on stone.

“Don’t tell me--, that tanuki, again?” Crowley’s countenance changed entirely from the indulgent smiles he was giving you to a darker, more irate expression before lightening briefly as he turned back to you. “Ah if you wouldn’t mind... Waiting a moment more? There is just a small matter I need to deal with before I can--” Another bang, albeit further away this time,“... yes, please excuse me.” With no more ceremony, the Headmage fled the room, quicker on his feet than he looked.

... What a strange man, you thought. Whilst it was becoming more and more apparent why the Regent had developed a distaste about the man, you weren’t sure he was that bad, just yet. Perhaps he was just... quirky? You shrugged, before picking aimlessly at one of the sleeves of your ceremonial robe. One of the gaudiest outfits you’d ever owned, not counting the attire reserved for you to wear when attending meetings with the Regent. You should probably head to your dorm room and hang it up safe, before something happened to it. You’d never hear the end of it, otherwise.

Finding your way to the entrance of the Diasomnia dorm was easier than anticipated. Despite keeping an eye out for the Headmage and the ‘tanuki’ he was apparently chasing, you saw not a hint of either during your stroll across campus. But it was fair to say you were a bit distracted, absorbing the scenery. Everything here was so different from home, and so... So bright! You had ended up shielding your face within five minutes of leaving the college building, the light irritating your eyes and forcing them to squint. Eventually, you came across an ornate, domed building named the Hall of Mirrors, and finding the Diasomnia entrance mirror was simple.

You sigh in relief as you are transported into the realm of the Diasomnia dorm, your eyes watering as they adjusted to the natural, for you, darkness of the dorm’s setting. “Whoa...” you breathed out, eyes fixed on the castle before you. “So cool.” You exclaimed to yourself, completely taken by the powerful sight before you. You’d take some photos, you decided, once you had changed from your ceremonial robes. Not exactly the reason the Regent had given you the smartphone in the first place, but what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him, right? Plus, any documentation could be useful... maybe!

You made your way up the pathway towards the drawbridge, and that is when you noticed a few students gathered there. Two were wearing ceremonial robes, a tall, light green haired boy who seemed to be lamenting something, from the way his hands curled on his hips, and a shorter boy with dark hair with pink streaks peaking through, who seemed to be listening serenely, if not faintly amused. From the sharpness of his ears peeking through, he was fae. Perhaps the robes meant they were new students too! The third student seemed to be wearing a uniform of some kind, his silver hair drooping across his face as he appeared to be struggling to stay awake, despite the green haired boy’s loud lamentations. What a funny little group.

By the time you had reached the drawbridge, their attention had been drawn to you. You continued on closer, a warm smile spreading across your lips as you felt the first bubbles of excitement rise in you, excitement at meeting your fellow dorm mates, maybe even some friends.

“Hello!” You called, giving a friendly wave. It took but a moment for the green haired boy to turn his attention to you and unleash, however. “Human!!” he bellowed, with a volume that had your eyes widening in entertained surprise, “why are you so late?! The mirror ceremony ended over an hour ago, how dare you keep Lilia-sama waiting!!”

Lilia-sama? Waiting? It seemed like they were just hanging out out here to you!

“I wasn’t aware we were down a student,” the dark haired boy mused, his gaze on you watchful, “nor do I remember seeing you at the ceremony.” His words had the other two boys now staring at your warily.

Were all Briar Valley fae so wary?

“Sorry,” you raised your hands in a disarming gesture, taking the opportunity to push back the hood of your ceremonial robe. Perhaps a clearer view of your face would ease them, “the Headmage insisted that I have a private ceremony after the main ceremony, and we just finished up.” You flashed a fanged smile at the green haired boy, whose sputtering over your revealed pointed ears hadn’t gone unnoticed. A reaction you didn’t expect, however, came from the black haired fae.

He stared at you like he’d seen a ghost, his wide eyes and parted lips a far cry from his previous mistrustful expression. Before you knew it, he began to approach you, as if in a trance...

“L-Lilia-sama!” “Fa-- Lilia-senpai...”

His arms wrapped around you, pulling you into... A hug? Now it was your turn to be surprised. And by the look of it, the other boys seemed to be just as surprised as you did. Perhaps he was a bit over-whelmed by everything, being a new student like her? With a sheepish smile, you patted him on the back. “Don’t worry, I think... he just needs a hug?”

Were all Briar Valley fae this strange? Perhaps the Regent was onto something.

“Miss L/N! Miss L/N!”

A breathless shout seemed to break the trance on the other fae, and he drew back, but his expression towards you was much softer now. The two of you broke apart, turning to see the Headmage coming towards you at speed.

“Miss L/N, I do believe I asked you to wait...” To his credit, the Headmage was trying his best to hide his panting. Clearly he had run here after finding you gone.

You couldn’t help your pout. “You told me to go to the Diasomnia dormitory.”

“I told you I would escort you.” uttered the Headmage, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket to dab at his brow.

“Headmage.”

The black haired fae interjected in your escalating quarrel with the Headmage. His red eyes burned into the Headmage, his previously softened expression suddenly hardened and dark as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Care to tell me why we were not informed that a Sombre Wilds fae would be attending Night Raven College this year?”

You watched the Headmage visibly choke, and you tilted your head. So as well as a private ceremony, your entire presence had been kept a secret up until now? A rather bold move, considering the history. No wonder the Headmage had looked so nervous the whole time. Even now, he was re-arranging his hat and tie in an attempt to garner time.

“Well, Lilia, I had every intention of informing the... proper authorities at Diasomnia... But of course, there was a chance that Miss L/N would be assigned to another dorm. Also...--”

The Headmage was cut off by a sudden ringing. You peered around, only to notice that everyone was, well, looking at you. The black haired fae - Lilia, it seemed - gestured towards your pocket, the softness in his eyes back a fraction, along with some amusement. “I do believe that is you.”

“Oh? Oh!” You thrust you hand into your pocket and pulled out your smartphone, which indeed seemed to be the source of the sound. The Regent’s name was flashing on it’s shiny screen, and Lilia hummed softly as he noticed, shooting a pointed look at the Headmage.

“Um... How do I...?” You stared blankly at the ringing device, and Lilia’s partially gloved hand swiped elegantly across the screen before guiding your hand to your ear with the same softness that had been manifesting in his eyes.

“...Hello?”

“F/N. The Headmage. Is he with you?”

“Right in front of me.”

“Put him on.”

Your eyes fixed on the Headmage, who now looked like he would rather still be chasing that tanuki he had been talking about. You smiled, and held out the phone towards him. “I think its for you.”

And this was how your orientation at Night Raven College ended - standing outside your new dorm, with the Headmage being chewed out by your Regent, with another lecture incoming by the powers that be of Briar Valley, by the look of it. It seemed that life at the College would indeed be more interesting than you first anticipated, and with such a curious bunch of dormmates, you certainly wouldn’t be bored.

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angelsdevils · 2 years ago

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Ryuguji Ken and Inui Seishu

Warning: Daddy Kink, 3some, double penetration, Oral (m! and f! receiving), male x male, male x female, cum eating, Overstimulation, slight dumbfication, reader loses her voice, Creampie, breeding Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Final Word Count: 3K

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Ever since you and Inui shared your first kiss, your guy’s relationship only blossomed. Draken would often stare lovingly at the two of his favorite people falling in love more. He found himself always smiling at the two of you before joining you guys.

Today though he wanted you to join in with them when it came to sex. He has been missing you, and he knew Inui wanted you too. So he decided to ask you privately when Inui was gone.

“Hey, Princess?”

“Yes?”

“Don’t feel pressured, this is just a suggestion,” Draken started off.

“What is it?” You asked.

“Uhm, this gonna be really blunt. But I miss having sex with you, and I know you and Inui haven’t crossed the threshold yet.”

You blushed slightly and stared at him, already knowing where this was going. He took your hands.

“How do you feel about joining us tonight? When he gets home?”

“Doing that?”

“Yeah, if not it’s fine. As I said, don’t feel pressured.”

“Okay.”

“Really?” Draken asked, surprised you didn’t need any convincing.

“Honestly, I have been wanting this. I was just too shy to bring it up, so I just waited.”

“I see, how did you want Inui to know that you are ready for that next step?” He asked and you shifted in your seat.

“You know that lingerie, you bought for us?”

Draken stared at you surprised, but he had a smirk on his face.

“I see, go big or go home huh?”

You nodded your head, avoiding his eyes. He gripped your chin, before making you stare at him. He claimed your lips with his own and sighed softly as he shifted in his seat. The taste of his tongue inside your mouth, made you moan slightly but he parted making you whine.

“Shall we shower together? And get ready? He will be home soon.”

“Y-Yeah.”

( # # #)

After you both showered, and you had your lingerie on, you wrapped (f/c) robe around you, and sat on the bed. You made sure to moisturize so that your skin was super soft. Draken massaged your shoulders. He was wearing a pair of boxers and was shirtless.

It wasn’t long before you the sound of keys jingling, and the front door opening and closing filled the quiet home.

“I’m home!” Inui yelled.

“In the bedroom!” Draken yelled.

Inui went to the bedroom and stopped at the doorway seeing you in a robe, and Draken shirtless. Inui had to clear his throat as a small blush covered his cheeks.

“Inui come here~,” You said making grabby hands for him. Inui came towards you and wrapped his arms around your frame. You took a deep breath before pressing a small kiss to Inui’s lips. He happily returned the kiss, and Draken backed off scooting up on the bed.

Inui pulled away from the kiss and you smiled shyly at him, before moving his hands to your robe. Inui looked at you and Draken confused, but Draken nodded his head.

“You want me to remove this?” He asked and you nodded your head next. You stood up, and Inui removed the robe. His heart almost stopped seeing you in sexy (f/c) lingerie, that hid nothing. His entire face was red, and he had to sit down. You looked at Draken, who looked pleased with the reaction.

“(Y/N)?” He asked confused.

“Just in enjoy the show, Inui, trust me,” Draken said. Inui looked back at Draken with an encouraging smirk.

You straddled Inui, your cheeks red, but you started to kiss his neck. His breath hitched as he felt himself harden in his pants. He found it hard to keep his hands off of you.

“Is this okay Inui?”

“Yeah, just surprise is all.”

“You can touch me, I don’t mind. I want us to move forward now.”

Hearing that was enough for Inui to grip your waist, pulling you closer. You went back to kissing his neck before grinding down. Inui let a small groan, at the friction you were causing him.

“Princess, why don’t you show him just how good you are?” Draken suggested and you nodded obediently.

You gently pushed Inui down on your back before sliding down his body. You looked up at Inui and unbuttoned his pants. Inui went to stop you but he noticed how much you wanted to do this. So he nodded his head.

You proceeded to remove his pants and boxers, his hard-on hitting his stomach. You stared at it surprised by how big he was. You have never really seen it before so, always leaving before they did anything too serious. You gently took his cock in your hand and placed a kiss on the head.

“She is pretty isn’t she Inui?” Draken asked and Inui let a shaky breath out.

“Yeah, really pretty.”

You smiled before taking Inui into your mouth suddenly. You took him down your throat, and Inui let a surprised moan out. He wasn’t expecting you to swallow him whole, with no problem.

“W-Wait, too good…” Inui sputtered out as he gripped the sheets, and he felt your throat tighten around him.

You started to swirl your tongue around his cock, before starting to bob your head up and down. You closed your eyes, enjoying the taste of his precum dripping on your tongue.

You pulled away from his cock and licked along the vein on his cock, before giving his balls some attention. Inui covered his mouth as relished in the fact your mouth was on him.

While you suck on one, your hands fondled the other, causing him to whimper. You felt proud that you could bring out such noises from him. It encouraged you to continue to please him. You peppered kisses back up his cock before sucking on the tip.

His hand went straight to your hair subconsciously pushing your head down. You allowed him to push your hair down, and his cock invaded your throat again. You moaned around his cock, causing vibrations to go up his cock. He hissed as he thrust upward, and you let a small whimper escape your throat.

You looked up at Inui’s face, and the look of pleasure had you soaking the thongs you were wearing. Heat pooled in your core, but you knew better than to relieve yourself without Draken’s permission.

“Cumming, I am cumming. Can I cum in your mouth?” Inui begged and you let out a moan of encouragement. It wasn’t long before he was painting your throat white with his seed. He let your hair go, and you pulled off of your throat.

“Can I see Princess?” Draken asked and you opened your mouth to show Inui’s seed on your tongue. Inui opened his eyes to look at you and stick your tongue out to show Draken. Draken motioned you to him, and you closed your mouth and crawled to him.

Draken pulled you close and kissed you deeply, taking what was left of Inui’s seed into his mouth. You parted from the breathtaking kiss and Draken swallowed Inui’s seed.

Inui felt his face burn hot from the exchange and looked away. You crawled over to Inui and kissed his lips gently.

“You are amazing, I wasn’t expecting that,” Inui said against your lips.

“Daddy taught me how to take him. It took a while, but I got used to him.”

Inui cursed under his breath when you called Draken, daddy. He felt himself get hard at the thought. This didn’t go unnoticed by you or Draken, so you gently grasped his cock and stroked him as Draken decided he was going to get into action.

“(Y/N), let me return the favor. Sit on my face, please,” Inui said. You nodded, took off your panties, and tossed them to the side. Inui noticed how wet you were and groaned.

“Fuck you are that wet just from sucking me?” He asked.

“She is a good girl, she doesn’t touch herself without permission.”

Draken removed your hand from Inui’s cock and started to pump him. Inui groaned, and you blushed.

“I want to be good for you and daddy.”

Inui nodded and you straddled Inui, hovering over your lips. Inui groaned as he eyes your cunt. Not liking that you were hovering over him, he pulled your weight down on him. You gasped, as his tongue instantly went inside you. You arched your back moaning loudly.

Draken continued to pump Inui before wrapping his lips around Inui’s cock this time.

The sudden warmth had Inui moaning into your cunt. He teased your clit, sucking on the small bud before pushing his tongue inside you again.

You whimpered as Inui thrust his tongue deep inside you nonstop. The feeling of his hot muscle had you leaning your head back.

Draken deep-throated Inui at a much faster rate than what you did. The action had Inui shaking underneath you.

Inui continued to eat you out, though he was moaning against your cunt. You could grip his hair, and start to grind against his face moaning.

Inui felt like he was going to cum again, but he wanted to make you cum first before he had his second orgasm. He shook his head against your cunt, eating you out messily. Your taste had him rolling his eyes behind his head. You cried out as you suddenly came on his face, and slurped up all of your juices. You got off of his face and he was arching his back into Draken’s mouth.

Draken sucked harshly before he squeezed Inui’s balls a little. The action had him spilling in Draken’s mouth. Draken greedily drank it all before parting from Inui. Inui felt sensitive, but he knew that this was far from being over.

“How are you feeling Inui?” Draken asked and Inui was panting.

“Sensitive…”

“Well we aren’t done, so might want to recover.”

“Huh?” Inui looked at Draken and he was wearing a smirk. He stood up off of the bed and he looked at you.

“You both need to strip naked, and then get on your knees in front of me.”

You and Inui nodded removing the rest of your clothes. Draken removed his boxers, and once the three of you were completely naked, you and Inui got on your knees. Inui looked at you, and you admired Draken’s cock. The look on your face, that showed you were eager to please him had Inui shuddering.

You and Inui both took Draken’s cock and licked the side of it. Occasionally, your tongues would touch each other. Causing you to moan out softly.

You took Draken into your mouth first, while Inui started to pay attention to his balls. You started to bob your head up and down.

Inui started to suck on one and squeeze the other gently.

The extra attention had Draken cursing under his breath, and thrusting into your mouth. He held your head still as he slowly started to fuck your mouth. Inui moved back up and every time Draken’s cock moved out of your mouth he would trail his tongue alongside it, to taste your saliva and mix with him.

“Shit you both are so good,” Draken cursed. You moved off of Draken’s cock, and Inui quickly took Draken’s cock into his mouth.

Your mouth soon went to Draken’s balls this time doing what Inui did not long before. Inui looked up at Draken’s face, and the pleasure had Inui wanting to touch himself. Instead, he opted to push a finger passed your folds.

The sudden intrusion had you moaning in surprise since you were focused on Draken’s balls. Draken hissed as he quickly pulled you and Inui off of his cock and balls before he came on your and Inui’s face. You whimpered and closed your eyes, and Inui removed his fingers making you clench around nothing.

You pushed Draken’s cum into your mouth before you looked over at Inui and you licked Draken’s cum off of Inui’s face and grinned.

Inui fought back a blush before he kissed you passionately. Draken sighed softly, as he watched the two of you make out. You hummed as you wrapped your arms around Inui’s neck and he stood, picking you up. He laid you on your back, and Draken stood beside him.

“Is this okay?” He asked you and you nodded your head quickly.

“Yes please, Inui, need you so bad…”

“Do you have a condom?” He asked Draken, but Draken shook his head.

“No, I want all of you Inui…” You said and he snapped his head to you.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, please… I want you so bad,” you whimpered spreading your legs.

“Full of surprises,” Inui mumbled.

“I am taking you from behind. Okay,” Draken said and Inui nodded. Inui stroked his cock against your folds before he started to thrust in.

As Inui started to push inside you, Draken did the same to you. The stretch of his ass, was painful but it felt so good, and he couldn’t help but bury his face in your neck moaning. The warmth of your cunt, and Draken’s size had him going crazy.

You felt Inui stretch you just as much as Draken always did and you clung to Inui tightly moaning.

“Inui, please move faster…” You whined, and Inui cursed.

“Sorry Princess, it’s fuck Draken…” Inui hissed as he tried to thrust into you, but when he thrust into you, he pushed back onto Draken. Draken smirked knowing that Inui wasn’t going to be able to last like this. Draken wasn’t even halfway in yet, and Inui was already shaking from the pleasure of his cock and your walls.

“So tight (Y/N), please loosen up. I am going crazy here,” Inui begged.

“C-Can’t so big!” You cried out, and Draken couldn’t take it slower anymore. He held Inui’s waist and slammed his hips into Inui. Inui took Draken whole, and it caused Inui to thrust all the way inside you. You and Inui both let out a surprised scream.

Draken didn’t let up on his pace. He kept a rough and fast pace, Inui didn’t even have to do anything. The force of Draken’s thrusts, had him going deep inside your walls.

You clawed at Inui’s back, as the pleasure was too much.

“Slow down, slow down… too rough~!” You cried out, your mind was going blank from the pleasure but Inui was already too far gone.

Drool started to pool from your mouth as your eyes rolled in the back of your head, as you arched your back. Draken couldn’t see Inui’s face, but he could see yours. And he had a feeling he may have accidentally, fucked you both dumb.

“ ‘stoo much… Draken, ahh~ can’t~ handle… it…” Inui babbled and you continued to claw at Inui’s face.

“ slow down, please…” You felt Inui reach places due to Draken’s thrusts. But Draken refused to slow down.

“You both can handle it… Inui suck on Princess’s breasts if it’s too much.”

Inui dropped his head down to your right breast and began to suck on your nipple. You cried out as you came hard around Inui’s cock.

Your walls tighten around Inui, and he hissed the tightness and the force of Draken’s thrusts had him cumming deep inside you, painting your walls white. You cried out from being filled.

Draken still refused to stop, causing you and Inui to be overstimulated as he continued to rock his hips.

“So good, you both are so good for me… fuck…”

“Sensitive, fuck! Please, daddy! Stop!” You screamed, as Inui was soon at his limit and was being used as a fuck toy at this point. You were overstimulated and could barely think straight.

Inui was already sensitive from the blowjobs and hadn’t recovered. But this was far too much for him, with his cock planted deep inside you and Draken in his ass. He accidentally bit down on your nipple which caused you to squeal and tugged at Inui’s head.

Inui didn’t let go of your nipple, instead sucking on it lazily. You felt another orgasm shatter through your body. You squirted, and Inui whimpered at how tight you squeezed him. He tried to pull out but Draken wouldn’t let him.

“Shit cumming, cumming…fuck~” Draken shot his load deep inside Inui’s ass.

The feeling of Draken cumming in his ass, and you still gripping his cock tightly had him releasing one final time deep inside you, causing your entire body to shudder.

Draken hovered over Inui and placed a small kiss on your lips.

“You still with us Inui?” Draken asked, before realizing you and Inui were completely done. He pulled out and watched as the cum dripped out of Inui’s ass. He smirked and when he let Inui go, Inui fell to the side, wincing as he pulled out of your hole. Your hole was clenching pushing your and Inui’s cum out.

Draken pushed it back inside, with a smirk before placing a small kiss on your and Inui’s lips.

“I may have over did it,” Draken chuckled to himself watching as you both were shaking from the pleasure.

“Do you think you can give me one more pretty girl?” He asked you and you whimpered at the thought, completely overstimulated. Draken pulled you into his lap, needing his seed to be inside you now.

“How do you still have energy?” Inui groaned out, and Draken smirked before pushing his cock into your overstimulated cunt. Your tongue rolled out, at the stretch. Your body collapsed against Draken, as he rocked you back and forth and the feeling caused you to cry out.

“No more, please can’t cum again.”

“Sure you can pretty, come on…”

Inui tried to keep his eyes open as he watch Draken use your body, but he was so out of it, he couldn’t keep his eyes open anymore falling asleep.

Draken impaled you on his cock, causing you to scream. He continued to bounce you up and down before he pinned you to the bed, legs on his shoulders in a mating press. He started to thrust wildly chasing his own orgasm.

Your screams started to go silent, as you were losing your voice.

“DADDY DADDY DADDY!” You chanted his name repeatedly before you squirted on him, and he thrust his hips deep inside you before releasing an even larger load. His cum started to spill out of you and he gently laid your legs down on the bed.

He adjusted you to lay beside Inui and he wrapped his arms around the both of you.

“I love you both.” He kissed your cheek and Inui’s. Your body had fallen a sleep instantly, passing out from the overstimulation.

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yutaabyss · 2 years ago

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Thank you for all the hard work that you do! Your fics are amazing. Keep it up!

Can I request a Kun smut? On a honeymoon trip with hard dom Kun and breeding kink

thank you so much for your kind words! i hope you like it!! and sorry this took a while to be posted

requested/ wet

characters: kun x female!reader

genre: smut

warnings: unprotected sex, choking, licking, rough sex, overstimulation, manhandling, brief spanking, breeding kink, bruises

author’s note: he is so hot and i’m seriously in love with hard dom kun

The glowing lights cascaded over your bodies as you walked under the white confetti being tossed by your family and friends. The whole moment felt surreal; Kun holding your hand, his smile so bright the lights didn’t compare, the cheers of your loved ones. A dream come true in mere hours and now it was closing out into the next part. You looked over at him, your eyes sparkling as you saw how happy he looked to be with you. His black suit hugging his waist perfectly, gentle waves of his hair resting on his forehead, he was more than perfect. “Are you ready?” his honey voice had your skin burning with desire. “Yes,” you smiled at him as he opened the car door for you to get in, him following.

You and Kun didn’t want to waste the night on a flight to you’re honeymoon destination, so to avoid this you held your wedding in the same country, but made sure to have some distance between the two events. The driver pulled into the beautiful house you and Kun would be staying in for the next week together. You’d chosen somewhere secluded and insisted it be right by the water. Kun helped you out of the car and walked you up the pathway to your getaway.

“Wow,” you looked around the home as you stepped out of your shoes, sliding some white fuzzy slippers Kun had prepared onto your feet. “It pretty isn’t it,” he wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing your exposed shoulder. “Very,” you smiled again, looking over at him sweetly. “I’m going to take this all off and then we can explore,” you beamed at him. Kun’s heart swelled with more love for you even though it felt humanely impossible to do so. He nodded at you in understanding, releasing your body from his hold. As you walked away Kun began removing his suit jacket and making his way to the bathroom.

When you came back from freshening up you found kun sitting by the large window in the living room. “Whatcha doing?” you spoke, startling him just a little. “Watching the rain,” he replied. “It’s raining?” you ran over to where he was to see for yourself. “Mhm,” he hummed. “Wanna play in the rain with me Kun?” your eyes lit up like they had when you danced with him earlier. “Duh,” he jumped up from his seat, pulling his shirt off, running to the backdoor with you. The rain was cold on your warm skin, dripping down your chest and collarbones, hair already soaked from the brief shower you just took. “This is seriously the best day of my life,” you turned to him, water droplets falling down his abs, following his happy trail until they couldn’t anymore. “Yeah?” he picked you up, tossing you into the private pool. You screamed as you landed in the water, swimming back to the top, “you could have warned me!” Kun just laughed, jumping in behind you and swimming right next to you. As he came up, you gulped at the breathtaking view, his hair completely wet and muscles covered in the water. Kun got closer to you, “let’s take that off,” he pulled the shirt off your body and let it float away in the water. Your breasts were fully exposed now, nipples hardening upon exposure. “That’s better,” he moved closer to you, eyes scanning over your lips.

Kun’s soft hands came up to cup your jaw, slender fingers pressing into your face, pulling you toward his face. He licked your lips sensually, tasting the raindrops on the soft flesh. Your lips parted in a moan at the contact. Kun kissed you deeply, tongue swiping over your bottom lip, biting down gently then sucking on your tongue. His kiss got more and more lustful, body caging you against the poolside, hand moving down to your core underwater. “Kun,” you moaned his name, sending shivers straight down his spine. “I want to cum in you so bad tonight…” he said, leaving kisses up your neck, moving to your ear, “want you to have my baby,” he whispered hotly. Your hips jutted forward into his, “Mm, please,” you barely opened your eyes to look at him. He grinned at you in an almost sadistic way, pulling back and taking your hand to bring you with him out of the pool.

His hands practically shoved you onto the bed, wet body falling roughly on the freshly cleaned sheets. “Tell me you want it,” he demanded, fingers playing with the expensive watch on his wrist. “I’ve wanted it all night,” you gasped as he suddenly gripped your throat. “God, you’re perfect for me,” he licked your jawline. You whined as he dropped his hips on yours, grinding his hard cock right on your aching pussy. “Wonder if you can take it without me prepping you,” he growled. More wetness gushed onto your ruined panties; he knew you too well. “I-I can,” you struggled as he crushed your windpipe. Kun shoved his fingers in your panties, feeling how wet you were for him. As his digits traced over your folds more of your juices dripped, he laughed deeply at this. “I’m gonna make you forget who you are,” he roughly kissed your lips and removed his hand from your throat, fingerprints already forming on your neck in dark bruises. Kun pulled his boxers off and pumped his big dick a couple times, ripping your lace panties off your hips. His fingers clutched your thighs, pulling them apart and bringing you closer to him on the bed. His eyes were dark with pure thirst for you, “may I?” he bore into your eyes with and an evil smirk, veins popping out of his arms, abs clenched. “Yes,” you moaned.

The first thrust was brutal, rocking you back up the bed, insides screaming with mixed emotions. His fingers now digging deep into your hips, “fuck me,” you whispered breathelessly before he landed another brutal thrust in you. “Mmm, my God you’re so fucking good,” he bit his lip, your walls sucking him in perfectly. “Kun,” you choked on your own salvia, hands holding onto anything they could reach. He fucked into you harder, your body moving up the bed even more. After several brutal thrusts from him he began going in on you. Over and over again, his thick cock stretched you wide, your clit throbbed with need for his attention. “Touch me,” you begged him just the way he liked. Kun’s fingers moved to your bud, moving in fast circles, but you wanted him all over you. “Choke me,” your eyes teared up at the immense pleasure. He complied, wrapping his other hand back around your sore throat just as you wanted. You came around him, cum coating his length, squelching as he fucked you harder and harder until you felt lightheaded. He was practically using your body now, too far gone to ask you how good it felt or even care, but you liked it. You always liked it when he used your body. He stopped rubbing your clit so he could smack your ass, your flesh stinging as he hit it. “It’s all mine,” he pressed his mouth over yours, stealing all your breathes and kissing you hard. Your body shook uncontrollably, shifting and shuffling over the covers, legs closing around his waist. You pulled his hair, eyes widening as you came again, his dick twitched inside you. “Just like that,” he hit your cervix, cumming deep inside your pussy, your back arched off the bed, moans turning into cries the feeling so good you couldn’t handle it.

Kun pulled out, stuffing the dripping cum back into you with his fingers. “Are you okay baby?” he rubbed your thigh soothingly with his free hand. “Y-yeah,” your voice cracked, tears staining your cheeks, body covered in bruises. “Oh baby,” he climbed up to your side, looking at how wrecked you were. You were covered in marks, body still wet from the rain and pool, “I was too rough,” his eyes held concern for your health. “Think you could have been rougher,” you smiled weakly at him. His cheeks reddened in embarrassment. He definitely blew your back out, but you wanted more and more. “Maybe tomorrow,” he began to get up, still shyly smiling, “but for now we need to get you cleaned up.” “Fine,” you sighed sadly, like your limbs weren’t noodles and you wouldn’t totally pass out if he fucked you again right now, “but tomorrow you better fuck me harder, ya know, just to make sure that baby is in there,” you laughed as he blushed more.

#requested #nct smut #nct 127 smut #nct dream smut #wayv smut #nct kun smut #kun smut #wayv kun smut #kun #nct kun #wayv kun

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saintlike78 · 3 years ago

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The only thing we share [R.A.B & S.O.B]

A/N: THIS HAS TAKEN FOREVER! I’m so excited to finally be done with it! I’ve been working on this idea with @arcaneslut, so major thanks to her for supporting me through this. Also a major thanks to @bellatrixscurls for boosting my ego heheh <3 <3

It ends kinda abruptly because I was thinking about a part two if anyone’s interested in that.

Pairings: Regulus Black x Fem! Reader x Sirius Black (NO INCEST!)

Summary: Y/N can’t seem to choose between the two Black brothers, so what happens when Sirius finds her in the arms of his brother?

Words: 4.5k

Warnings: NSFW 16+, threesome (M/F/M), vaginal sex, oral (male and female receiving), fingering, orgasm denial, slight dom/sub-elements (dom! Sirius, soft dom! Reg, sub! Reader), handjob, mention of cum and cum swallowing, praise, degradation (use of slut and whore), one singular spank, crying, an indication of two-timing (but not really). As always lmk if I missed anything.

“Heeey Reggie,” your voice was happy as you approached the dark-haired Slytherin boy, your arms finding their way around his middle to hug him.

His own arms found their way around you, holding you close to his chest as he chuckled lightly, “Darling, how many times have I told you not to call me that?”

“A lot of times... buuuut it suits you, so I’ll keep calling you Reggie,” you grinned as you looked up at his face.

Regulus shook his head, but his lips were slightly upturned in a smile.

“Do you want to study with me now?” You asked hopefully making it impossible for Regulus to say no to you, but it was exceptionally harder when you were looking at him with huge puppy dog eyes, a pout pulling at your lips if he should say no.

“Of course, darling,” he smiled, not giving it a second thought.

This was what your relationship was, endless flirting and lingering touches. Regulus would do almost anything you told him to, he was completely and utterly enamored by you, he couldn’t get enough. The only reason why you weren’t in a relationship was that he wasn’t the only guy who was head over heels in love with you - the other guy just so happened to be the one person Regulus couldn’t stand - his own brother. Another problem that you had found was that not only were they both in love with you, but you were in love with them both as well, creating a small problem for you.

Normally you wouldn’t be so publicly affectionate towards either of them, afraid that the other would catch on; you weren’t ready to lose either of them, so you kept it in your own secret world.

Of course, you knew how unfair it was to string them both along, not giving them the full truth as to why you didn’t want a relationship because you did want to be with them but having to choose was impossible.

Neither you or Regulus made a move to leave each other’s arms and head towards the library, just looking at each other while talking quietly about your day. You were too caught up with one another to notice the voices that grew louder and the sound of shoes hitting the stone floor. Unfortunately for you, the voices belonged to none other than the four Marauders, one of them, unfortunately, being the one person who was not supposed to witness you in the arms of his brother.

“Uhm y/n, what’r you doing?” the sound of Sirius’ voice caused you to quickly detach yourself from Regulus, creating a distance between the two of you, acting as if Sirius hadn’t caught you red-handed.

“Oh, hi Siri, what’s up?” You tried to act casual, but your tone and body language was anything but casual - fidgeting and bouncing from one foot to the other. Both boys looked at you and then at each other, scowling when they locked eyes.

Remus, James, and Peter looked between the three of you very confused, all three of them silent, thinking of what to say.

“I think we should get going - right James, Peter?” Remus broke the silence, hinting, not subtly that they should make their leave.

“Yes, sure, let’s go,” James stuttered, Peter just nodded, all of them scurrying away quickly, leaving you to deal with your problem.

“Darling, what’s going on,” Regulus placed a hand on your shoulder giving it a reassuring squeeze, but you could only look back at him with sad eyes, knowing that now you would lose both of them. Your stomach had dropped to the floor, and it felt like someone was squeezing your heart.

“Darling?... why are you calling her that?” Sirius crossed his arms angrily over his chest, his eyes staring intently at the hand on your shoulder, jealousy filling his chest.

“Please can we go somewhere more private... I promise I’ll explain everything,” you tried, gesturing towards the girl’s lavatory.

Both boys nodded and let you lead them inside, shutting the door behind you gently and leaning your back up against it.

You looked down bashfully, your hands fidgeting anxiously in front of you as your mind raced with ways to explain to them what you’d been doing.

“What’s happening, pup?” Sirius tried a gentler tone, but the anger was still evident in it.

“I’m sorry,” your cheeks grew hot, and you could feel tears slowly gather in your eyes.

“For what, darling?” Regulus was less angry, putting on a calm front for you.

“I’ve had a thing, with... Uhm... both of you...” you were trying your hardest to keep your voice steady, but you couldn’t help the slight shake to your vocal cords.

“... it was not my intent to string you both along... I just like you both so much and I couldn’t choose... I know it was very wrong of me, but I-I can’t stand the thought of... losing you,” your voice cracked, and the first tear rolled down your cheek, but you quickly wiped it away, knowing how stupid you looked - you weren’t the victim in this.

They both stood shocked, not knowing what to say, but both wanting to reach out to comfort you.

The silence was deafening, the anxiety was eating away at you as you waited for one of them to speak and just end it with you then and there.

“I’m sorry... I understand if you don’t have anything to say to me or if you don’t want to see me anymore... I’ll - I’ll just leave,” your voice was quivering as you tried to keep your tears at bay until you had left.

You turned your body, ready to make a run for it, knowing that they probably hated you, but your hand never properly touched the knob before your wrist was grabbed and your body was yanked backward and away from the door. You were spun around to face them both, Regulus holding your wrist tight, not letting you run away.

Regulus let out a sigh before speaking, “I’m not happy about what you did, but I’m not ready to let you go... I can’t.”

Your eyes widened at his words, not expecting him to still want to be with you.

“Well, I’m not ready to let her go either... so now we have a little problem,” Sirius went to stand beside you, putting his arm around your waist and pulling you towards him, surprising you even more.

The tears made your vision blurry as you looked between them, “I’m sorry... I just don’t know what to do,” you whimpered out, causing both of them to quit their scowling contest to look at you, both of their eyes softening.

“Oh puppy, c’mere,” Sirius pulled you into his chest, hugging you as you cried, wetting his white school shirt.

Regulus came closer to soothingly rub up and down your back.

“Listen here, if Sirius and I can agree, I would be willing to... share,” Regulus said begrudgingly, but anything was better than losing you, especially to his brother.

Sirius scoffed, but didn’t argue against his brother, “I guess, if that’s what it takes to keep you, then I’ll be willing to share as well.”

You sniffled and looked up, “are you sure? I don’t want to force you into anything.”

Regulus and Sirius shared a look, and both nodded, “we’re sure,” Regulus answered for the both of them.

You hugged Sirius closer to you, reaching one arm behind you searching for Regulus’s hand, which he didn’t hesitate to give you.

“Thank you,” you whispered, but both boys heard you clearly, Sirius giving your body an extra squeeze.

You removed your face from Sirius’ chest to look up at him, “kiss?” you puckered your lips, while his lips turned up into a mischievous smile, but nonetheless he complied, leaning his head down and connecting your lips.

The kiss was much shorter than you would have liked, your lips following Sirius’ smirking ones when he pulled apart, a whine tearing through your throat.

Sirius only chuckled at your needy reaction, prompting you to find solace in the man behind you; you turned your head only to be met with a smirking Regulus, his hand still in yours as he had moved closer to you.

“What do you want, darling?” Regulus had leaned down to be level with your face, his voice coming out soft, yet you didn’t miss the slight teasing tone he held.

“You… I want both of you.”

“Is that how you ask nicely, pup?” Sirius broke in, forcing your face to look at his by grabbing your jaw and turning your face.

You whimpered, “please, may I have both of you,” your eyes searched Sirius' eyes desperately.

He smirked, looking down at your desperate figure while running his hand up and down your waist, occasionally giving it a squeeze, “that’s better… good girls have manners and you are a good girl, are you not?”

You quickly nodded, “I am, I promise I’ll be good for you.”

Both boys let out a groan at your words, their pants growing tighter by the second.

Regulus pulled out his wand, casting a silencing charm as well as locking the door.

“You really want to do this here?” you asked with a small tilt to your head.

“Do you have a better place we could go? There’ll be people in your dorm and in mine as well and I’m not going down to the darkest place known to man, also known as the Slytherin common room,” Sirius said before he slowly started kissing your neck, sucking lightly when he found the spot that made you gasp out in pleasure.

“Oi! I’ll let you know that it’s very atmospheric to be under the lake,” Regulus said with an angry frown, not letting Sirius step all over his house.

“Whatever you say,” Sirius retorted against your neck, his tone sarcastic.

You could feel a fight starting to ensue, which was the last thing you wanted from them at this moment.

“Please don’t fight… this is good, please,” you whimpered as Sirius sucked a purple mark right below your ear, his teeth sinking lightly into the flesh before his tongue came out to soothe the skin.

“Don’t worry, pretty darling, we’ll take care of you,” Regulus’s soothing voice said before he stepped even closer to you, your body sandwiched between the two brothers.

Regulus’s hands caressed your body, his hands going over your bum before slowly lifting your skirt to caress your bare skin. He bent down on his knees, his hands kneading away on your bum, he came forward to leave small kisses on the cheeks, his hands trailing down your thighs and moving to the inside of your thighs but purposely ignoring the place you needed him most. “Spread those beautiful legs a little more for me, princess,” Regulus tapped the inside of your thigs; you didn’t waste a second, your legs spreading further apart.

Your hands found a home on Sirius’ shoulders as you used him for balance, your fingers digging into the muscles in anticipation. Sirius’ head retreated from your neck to look at your face, the mischievous smirk never leaving his lips.

He was about to lean down to connect your lips, but he was swiftly interrupted by a gasp leaving your lips; Regulus had placed his thumb on your panties, feeling the wet patch that had formed on them. “So wet for us, darling,” he breathed out, his thumb rubbing your core slowly, working his way up to rub your clit through your soaked panties.

You moaned and gasped again as the pleasurable feeling spread through your body.

“Such a little slut, getting wet just from the thought of having not only one, but both of our cocks... such a filthy girl,” Sirius teased, finally leaning down and connecting your lips in a heated kiss.

You parted your lips letting his tongue enter and dance with your own, your breathing growing labored.

As you were preoccupied with Sirius’ mouth on yours, Regulus took the opportunity to slip your panties off and down your legs, tapping each of your feet for you to lift and step out of them.

You could hear the low groan from Regulus when he was faced with your puffy glistening cunt, a sight so pleasing he couldn’t wait any longer before diving right in, licking a strip from your aching clit to your entrance. Your body jolted at the contact, you let out a loud moan into Sirius’ mouth and your fingers tightened their grip on his shoulders, scared you would collapse, even though Sirius was holding your waist making sure you wouldn’t fall.

Sirius pulled apart, desperate to look at your face, but jealous that Regulus had gotten the chance to taste you before he himself had.

“Who would’ve thought that little y/n was such a little whore?” Sirius taunted, pinching your sides. You moaned at his degrading words, the words going straight to your already dripping cunt.

Sirius let out a taunting laugh, “Oh you like that huh? You like it when I call you a whore?”

You nodded and whimpered, “y-yes.”

Sirius’s lips turned up into a satisfied grin, “hmm filthy girl,” he whispered.

Regulus pulled away for a moment, “she tastes absolutely divine.”

At his words Sirius reached a hand down, collecting some of your arousal on his fingers as he ran them through your folds, making you whimper, before bringing his fingers to his lips, licking them clean.

He smacked loudly, “mmhm perfect.”

Your cheeks turned pink, and you leaned forward hiding your face in Sirius’ clavicle, prompting a chuckle from the boy.

“Aww, are we feeling shy? Huh?” He feigned a caring tone as he mocked your shyness.

You whined and shook your head, but your face was quickly pulled from its hiding spot by Sirius.

“No whining,” Sirius scolded, to which you just nodded.

“Sirius, can you grab her leg?” Came Regulus’s voice, instructing his brother.

Sirius rolled his eyes, “don’t give me instructions.”

You reached a hand up to caress Sirius’ cheek, “be nice,” you whispered, trying to keep them civil, instead of Sirius complying you let out a surprised gasp when Sirius’ hand suddenly was around your throat, giving it a small warning squeeze, but not enough to actually hurt you.

“We might not agree about who’s in charge, but it’s certainly not you... got it?”

You gulped, but nodded, “yes, sir.”

Another groan escaped Sirius at the use of the title, “you’re going to kill me.”

Sirius let go of your throat, reaching down to grab your leg like Regulus had asked, hoisting it up.

“There we go,” Regulus breathed out, his middle finger circling your entrance.

You could feel your heart through your chest, the beating growing faster and more rapid as the seconds went on. Your breath had been replaced by moans – filling the quiet room, along with the squelching sounds as Regulus inserted a finger in you, pumping it slowly in and out, feeling your warm walls pulse and contract at the minimal pleasure he was able to give you with just one finger.

Sirius leaned down to suck and bite at your neck; whimpers left your mouth at the pleasurable pain his teeth gave you, your hands moving to hold onto him by the back of his neck, pulling gently at the hairs at the nape.

Regulus added a second finger, pumping them faster while his other hand reached up to rub your clit in fast circles, pressing it occasionally to add pressure.

You could feel the familiar warmth building in the pit of your belly, your orgasm approaching rapidly.

“Please, may I cum?” You begged, gripping Sirius’ hair tighter as you tried to fight off the feeling.

Sirius submerged from your neck, squeezing your waist, “not yet… sluts like you have to wait for it.”

You whimpered at his words, tears gathering in your eyes at the strain of holding it in, “please, sir, I can’t,” you tried begging once more, but to no avail; Sirius shook his head and gestured for Regulus to stop, which he did, but not without a displeased grunt.

Regulus pulled his fingers from you, causing you to whine at the empty feeling and the fleeting orgasm having been stolen from you. You were about to turn your head to give Regulus a displeased look, but your cheeks were promptly grabbed by Sirius, his fingers squeezing a pout from you.

“What did tell you before?” he questioned with a raised brow.

“No whining,” you would’ve dipped your head if it hadn’t been for the hold, you found yourself in.

“Good girl,” Regulus praised as he stood to tower over you once more behind you.

“Good girl,” Sirius mocked, “she can remember simple instruction, but yet she still whines like a desperate little slut.”

“Don’t be so mean,” Regulus scolded, smacking Sirius’ hand that was holding your leg up, causing him to drop it.

Regulus leaned down to your ear before whispering, “don’t listen to him, darling, you’re doing so well, good girl.”

You turned your face, being level with Regulus, you connected your lips, tasting yourself on his lips and the sweet taste of him, breathing out a ‘thank you' before breaking apart.

Regulus just nodded with a smile, glad you understood his comfort, his hand finding home on the side of your waist Sirius wasn’t holding onto.

You felt Sirius’ hand back on your face, turning it to face him once more, “you know you can tell me if it’s too much, right?”

Your heart fluttered at Sirius checking on you, making sure that you were alright and happy with everything that was happening; you nodded in reply, looking into his eyes to show him that you meant it. Sirius smiled and leaned down to also be able to whisper in your ear, “good girl,” he whispered for only you to hear.

“Come, over here,” Sirius started guiding you towards one of the sinks in the lavatory, a large mirror hanging above the basin, your eyes meeting your own as Sirius pulled you further towards the image.

“Now look at that, such a pretty slut, it would be a shame if you don’t get the same view as us,” Sirius’ hand was stroking up and down the expanse of your back when you came to a halt in front of the shining mirror; Regulus followed suit standing on the other side of Sirius behind you. They were tall and intimidating – absolutely stunning, enchanting, causing all thoughts to leave your mind as you stared at them through the tall mirror; your stomach was filled with butterflies, accompanied by an ache created by the denied orgasm, your arousal was slowly dripping down your legs, but yet time stood still as you waited for one of them to do something, anything – you would let them do anything.

“I’m going to fuck you and you’re going to watch yourself get ruined like the filthy girl you are, understand?” Sirius was caressing your sides, but you knew it was as a decoy – his real purpose being freeing your shirt from being tucked into your plaid school skirt.

“Yes, sir, I understand,” you voiced your understanding, but you looked to Regulus, unsure what he thought of this particular arrangement.

Regulus caught your stare, returning it with a soft smile and kiss to your temple, “it’s okay, pretty girl, I’ll wait my turn,” he said with a wink.

Regulus stepped in front of you, temporarily blocking your reflection in the mirror, but his reasoning soon became clear as he started undoing the buttons of your shirt, helping you out of it, exposing your bra-covered breasts to the eager boys.

Sirius’ hands trailed up your back finding the clasp of your bra and undoing it, the bra loosening and helped off by Regulus. Out of instinct, your hands went up to cover your now exposed chest, but Sirius was quicker than you and took a hold of your wrists, his arms on both sides of you. “Don’t turn all shy now - you were so desperate before, be a good slut,” Sirius was taunting you, but his words only made the ache grow even bigger causing a whimper to be ripped from your throat and your head to turn to look at him over your shoulder; you were only met with a mocking tilt of his head, whilst his hands brought your wrists behind your back, switching to hold them both with one hand.

“Move out of the way, will you Reg.”

Regulus rolled his eyes, his face contorting into one of disgust at Sirius using a nickname for him, but nevertheless, he complied, but not before leaning down and giving your lips a quick peck.

With Regulus no longer blocking the mirror in front of you, you could see the situation unfold clearly; Regulus was close but leaning casually against a sink strategically placed so he could look at you without being in the way of the mirror, his hands starting to work on the zipper of his black school trousers.

Your focus was back on Sirius when you heard the same sound of a zipper, but from behind you; Sirius was quick to pull his painfully hard cock from the restraints of his own trousers, the tip of his cock red and dripping with pre-cum. He stroked himself a couple of times, his head thrown back and a groan leaving his lips, his raven-colored hair falling in front of his face when his head fell back into place. You let out a breathy moan at the sight, enamored by his beauty and growing more needy and desperate by the second.

Sirius flipped your skirt up, the clothing piece rather useless as you were bare everywhere else; your focus was momentarily lost on Sirius’ face, therefore, leaving you unprepared for the slap that was landed on your ass, pulling a yelp from you, but leaving you no room to complain as he pushed himself inside you – the complaint dying on your tongue and replaced by a surprised gasp of pleasure. Sirius and Regulus’ eyes were locked on your face, memorizing the look and contortion of satisfaction, the way your mouth was slightly agape, the slight backward roll your eyes made

Sirius set a fast pace, keeping you up by your arms as he held them tightly behind your back, giving both himself and Regulus a perfect view of your breasts as they bounced on every impact.

Your moans and smalls squeals, accompanied by the wet slapping sounds filled the bathroom, the occasional grunt and moan leaving Sirius’ mouth.

A yelp broke through when Regulus used his free hand, the one not currently working himself closer to an orgasm, to reach forward and tug at your sensitive nipples – pulling, twisting and rubbing them, his eyes locked on your reactions; he smiled a pleased smile at the sounds you let out, your eyes finding his, trying your hardest to keep your eyes open and hold his stare.

“You gonna cum, princess?” Regulus asked, giving your left nipple a particularly harsh pinch, your cunt pulsing and tightening around Sirius.

“Please, may I,” you pleaded, your eyes flitting between the two brothers, frustration building as well at the orgasm you were trying to hold off.

“Go on, milk my cock like the whore you are,” Sirius grunted, a low moan escaping as well as your cunt squeezed him once more.

Sirius moved his hips with a few hard thrusts, snaking his free hand to the front of your body to put pressure on your clit. Your breath stuttered, a gasp catching in your throat as a silent scream made its appearance, your orgasm rocking through your body, your cunt throbbing around Sirius. You spasmed as you tried, but failed, to topple forward, Sirius’ hands holding you too tight to let you fall.

Sirius moaned loudly as he reached his end, emptying himself in you, he stilled cock twitching. He rocked a couple of times, working you both through your orgasms before

he slowly pulled out, bending down to look at the way his cum dripped from you, muttering a small ‘gorgeous’ to himself. Rising to his full height, he kissed up your neck and your cheek while holding your body close to his, whispering small praises in your ear.

You were trying to catch your breath, your body twitching slightly at the sensitivity and the aftershock of the built-up release you had been keeping in for so long.

You were thrown out of your own thoughts and tiredness when you heard a moan coming from your side; Regulus’s head was thrown back as he tried desperately to finish himself.

You turned your head to kiss Sirius’ cheek as his head rested on your shoulder, before freeing yourself from his grasp to stand directly in front of Regulus. Grasping his face, you turned it down to look in your eyes as you leaned up to connect your lips with his in a hungry open-mouthed kiss. Your hand reached between your bodies as you took his cock from his hand, working it yourself; you applied pressure as you twisted and stroked with your hand at a fast pace. Regulus pulled away from the kiss to let out a stuttered moan as your thumb brushed over to sensitive slit, his hips working to match the pace of your hand.

“Gonna cum,” he breathed out, “let me cum in that pretty mouth of yours.”

Even though his tone was much softer than Sirius’ had been, it was still a command, to which you complied.

You sank to your knees, keeping your hand in motion, but replacing it with your mouth leading Regulus to his much-needed release.

His hands grasped your hair at the base of your scalp, holding your head still as his hips moved him through his release, his cum seeping into your mouth on your tongue and down your throat.

With the help of Regulus, you stood, met with the soft smile from Regulus and a gentle kiss on your lips from him. Sirius stepped behind you, holding your bra and shirt helping you put them on, turning you around to button the shirt up.

“Thank you,” you said, stroking his hair as Regulus stroked your hips from behind you.

“For what? This or the other thing?” Sirius smirked, your eyes rolling at his insinuation.

“Both, I guess,” you giggled making both boys chuckle, as Sirius finished off the last button on your shirt.

Your eyes scanned the floor, but the short search for your panties was unsuccessful.

“Uhm, where are my panties?”

Sirius smirked once more before holding the piece of clothing up but quickly pocketed it when you tried to reach for them. “Oh, I’m keeping these… as a souvenir.”

You rolled your eyes once more, but the smile was ever-present on your face.

“Again, thank you for this,” you breathed a content breath.

“I can’t say I wasn’t surprised, but if this is the price to be with you, I’m willing to pay it,” Regulus said, gesturing to Sirius as he said ‘this’, earning him a disgruntled ‘hey!’, though Sirius nodded in agreement.

“I’m interested in what’s to come.”

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At The Club

The Falcon and The Winter Soldier

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Request from anon

Prompts: “The only way you're getting off is on my thigh.” & “I'm not going to touch you unless you beg.”

Summary: Bucky has you ride yourself on his thigh at the club.

Word Count: 945

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, minors DNI, public, thigh riding, sir!kink, praise!kink, mention of being high and drunk, cursing, language, mention of bodily fluids.

Authors Note: Sorry if there are mistakes! Enjoy loves <3

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The thumping of the bass in the crowded club had your ears ringing. The alcohol in your system made you that much more touchy with your boyfriend as your hands roamed the entirety of him as the two of you sat at the dark VIP table.

The short dress you were wearing gave Bucky the access he needed for his hand to be placed inside your thigh. His thumb teasing the skin close to your core.

The couple of friends you had arrived with were occupying the dancefloor as they danced the night away, not paying attention to you and Bucky getting handsy with one another.

Out of nowhere, his strength lifted you onto him to straddle his jean-clad thigh. The feel of the rough material against the flimsy thong covering your core had you groan out on his ear, much to his amusement as the darkness of the club masked his smirk.

His lips were touching the shell of your ear. The breath of him fanning the side of your face had goosebumps and tingles travel down your spine.

“Since you seem so needy, kitten, why don’t you ride my thigh? Get the relief you so desperately crave, baby girl.”

You may have been a bit drunk, but your sanity was still present. “He-here? Won’t people see?” Eyes were dilated at his sinful proposal as you looked around.

“Don’t worry, doll. People are either too drunk or too high even to pay attention.”

He was right. People were too lost in their own word to pay attention, and besides, the constant pressure on your clit given by his thigh only increased your need to feel more.

Your hand sought out his to bring it down south into your panties, so he could touch you like only he knew how to, but that wasn’t part of his plan. His arms went behind him to rest on the back of the round sofa you two were sat at.

“No, no. The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.”

Fuck. This man would be the death of you one of these days; you swear by it.

Wanting to feel some form of pleasure, you began with a steady pace over his jeans. The friction created by each drag of yourself on him felt amazing on your throbbing clit. It was even more enhanced with the liquor running through your veins and the atmosphere of the club: the colorful flashing lights now and again, the music, the powerful bass, and the darkness.

Fuck, this was so hot and exhilarating. To ride his thigh like the needed whore you were for everyone to see if they wanted.

You were quick to nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck. Moans and mewls were sounded against it as you were floating on cloud nine.

He wanted to watch as you fell apart before him. So he brought your face into his eyesight again before his arms returned to their place where they rested just a second ago.

“I want to watch you, kitten. Don’t hide from me. Holy fuck, you’re so beautiful like this, baby.”

The bite of his bottom lip indicated that he was enjoying his private show to the fullest. His needy little girl getting herself off on him in public. He looked so hot as he sat and watched you grind on him, like the dominant and powerful man he was.

“Please, Bucky. Please just touch me.” You begged as your hands played with the hair at the back of his neck. You just needed to feel his hands on you. If it was your breasts, your hips, grabbing your ass, or around your throat, it didn’t matter. All you just needed was his hands on you in some type of way.

“No. I’m not going to touch you unless you beg for me, sweet girl.”

He would let you touch him. Have your hands all over him if that’s what you desired. But him touching you? Not a chance. You would have to be good and do it all on your own until he felt like you deserved his touch. Until then, he would just watch and enjoy this little intimate show you were putting on for him.

The rapid pace of you riding his thigh had your orgasm just around the corner. But you needed his touch to let go. So you had no other choice than to beg for him.

“Please, Bucky. Please just touch me. Anything. Anywhere. I just need to feel your hands on me. Please, Sir.”

That what he needed to hear, his hands took a possessive grip on your thigh, increasing the pace of you on him, as the word Sir left your lips. A groan emitted from him at the name he had learned to love escaping from you.

“Cum for me. Now on my thigh, and then I’ll take you home to fuck your brains out.”

That was the only thing you needed, his words and his touch, to let yourself go on his jeans. You spasm on top of him as you came on his thigh in the crowded club. Your clit was throbbing, and it felt so sensitive but still good as you kept on riding him to extend the high. Moans and whimpers were heard only by him as the music was much too loud around.

You collapsed on top of him after having used up all your energy. His hand was caressing your back. A sign of praise that you did so well. “Good job, baby. C'mon. Let’s get you home, kitten. I’ll take care of you now as I promised.”

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