#i never drew naked people before pls be nice

[myartsing]

Artistic nudity of trans bodies under the cut

Happy Pride 🏳️‍⚧️

[ralvezfanatic]

I need Love you

Luke Alvez x Unsub!Male!Reader

Reader is a serial killer, and currently the Unsub the BAU is going after.. but, also Luke's boyfriend. That, however, doesn't stop Luke from being with him, and much much less, sleeping with him. This part is not necessary to Part 2 of "I love need you" You do not have to read this for part two to make sense. Anything you need to know will be added in the other part.

Warnings: Pure smut, literally 2k words of absolutely porn, I'm so sorry. Not beta-read. Sorta proofread but I promise you there will be mistakes because i somehow always miss them. (pls lmk if theres any mistakes tho 😭 my ask box is open for you to call me out on my terrible writing !!)

Part 2 (WIP)

Word Count: 2.3k

You were a serial killer, and more specifically, the serial killer Luke and his team were going after. Yet, that didn't stop him from dating you, and much less sleeping with you. He knew you were the Unsub his team were after, but he couldn't turn you in, not when you were his boyfriend and he was in love with you. It wasn't right.

You also knew he was a fed, and that his team was after you. But, you also knew he could never turn you in, as long as you made him happy, there was no reason for him to send the love of his life to jail. You weren't dating him just so you could be free though, but because you “loved” him too. Since the first time you laid eyes on him, you have been head over heels for him, and did everything in your power to get with him.

Although you both were complete opposites in the work aspect, neither of you cared. He knew he could get in trouble, hell he'd get sent to jail for aiding a criminal. But that didn't matter, Luke knew how to cover himself, how to make it seem like everything was alright. After all, his team didn't know the true identity of the Unsub they were looking for. Yes, they knew Y/N, and they knew him as Luke's boyfriend, a nice guy, a loving and innocent man. They adored you actually. They did not know though. how you killed people, without hesitation. Or remorse. Nothing.

That's how Luke ended up in your bed once more, naked and you. You looked down at him, with your big E/C eyes glistening with love obsession and lust. You straddled his stomach, your hands roaming over his bare chest as your ass teased his cock.

Luke, though conflicted and torn, couldn't ignore the arousal that surged through his body at the sight of you above him. Despite the knowledge of your dark nature, the mutual desire and affection drew Luke deeper into the web of passion.

You smiled, leaning down to meet his face, your dick rubbing against both of your stomachs as you captured his mouth into a kiss.

He moaned into the kiss, his tongue intertwining with yours, desperately seeking solace and distraction from the moral implications of the illicit affair. Your taste on his lips was intoxicating, and he couldn't resist tangling his fingers in the strands of your messy hair, pulling you closer.

You groaned, feeling the friction on your cock, rocking yourself to pleasure yourself, your ass moving back and brushing past his dick at the same time.

As you continued to grind your bodies together, Luke's hips instinctively lifted, seeking more contact, wanting to feel the delicious friction against his aching cock. His hands trailed down your back, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake, before finally reaching your round ass, squeezing it firmly.

You moaned into the kiss as he squeezed your ass, your cock twitching between your stomachs.

The passionate kiss broke momentarily, and Luke took a moment to gasp for air, his voice husky with desire. "God, Y/N... You feel so good... I don't care about anything anymore... I just want you, right here, right now." His hips involuntarily bucked upward, his need for release becoming undeniable.

As he broke the kiss, you sat back up on him, looking down at you, your eyes full of lust, his cock leaking precum as you spoke. "Mm, I want you too Luke. So bad, don't care how wrong it is.. I need you." You smiled, a hint of evilness in your face, although that was just natural at this point, your love need for him being genuine.

You lifted yourself up, backing up and taking his cock under you. You held it firmly under your ass, teasing the both of you, circling your hole with his tip, groaning as you felt his length tease your entrance.

Luke's breath hitched as you continued to tease him, his heart pounding in his chest. The control you exerted over both your bodies only heightened the intensity of their desire.

“Mm, even without being in me, you make me feel so good.” You groan out, biting your lip trying to hold back moans. You look down at him, a small smirk as you push yourself down and take in his tip.

His hands instinctively gripped the sheets beneath him, his knuckles turning white from the sweet torment. The way your tight heat encased the head of his cock sent jolts of pleasure coursing through his veins, making him ache for more.

Luke couldn't help but gaze up at you, taking in the sight of your flushed face, the way your lips parted in pleasure. Your words sent shivers down his spine, igniting an inferno deep inside him. "Fuck, Y/N... You're driving me insane... I need to be inside you, all the way."

With a mixture of desperation and determination, Luke guided your hips, urging you to take more of him. He lost himself in the sensation of his cock slowly sinking into the velvet warmth of your body, inch by agonizing inch. "Oh God, Y/N... You feel incredible... So fucking tight..."

As you wrapped around him, taking him in fully, Luke couldn't hold back the moans that escaped his lips, pure bliss coursing through his veins. He couldn't resist thrusting his hips upward, meeting your movements, the primal need for pleasure driving him forward.

You allowed him to guide you down onto his dick, moaning out loudly as his thick length stretched you open. Tears welled up as he ripped your entrance open, never getting used to his size no matter how many times you’ve been with him. "Oh fuck Luke.. Always forget how big you are.." You grunt as your walls clenched around him

You stayed on his cock for a moment, until your walls finally relaxed. You began to move slowly, grinding on his dick, shutting your eyes and throwing your head back as he brushed past your most sensitive spot. "Feels so good.. need you so bad." You groaned out, started to speed your movements up

Getting used to his size, you lift your hips up and drop them back down, moaning loudly as you slammed yourself onto him. You started riding him, bouncing up and down your cock desperately, moaning out pornographically.

As you rode him with an expertise that left him breathless, Luke's hands roamed your body, desperately seeking to touch every inch of your heated flesh. He reveled in the feel of your muscles contracting around him, the way you moaned and writhed above him.

All your movements were well calculated and perfected. You leaned down slightly, your hands on either side of his head as your ass took in his cock. Your eyes were shut and face flushed, moaning out loudly as you fucked yourself on him. "So big.. so good. Can't get enough of you Luke.."

Luke's mind and body were consumed by an overwhelming mixture of pleasure, desire, and guilt. The sight of your body moving so sinfully atop his, taking him deep inside, was both exhilarating and torturous. He couldn't deny the intoxicating effect you had on him.

With a groan, Luke arched his back, meeting your thrusts with his own, creating a rhythm that was both frantic and intoxicating. The sounds of your explicit moans filled the room, mingling with the creaking of the bedframe and the heavy breathing that echoed through the air.

"Yes... fuck, you feel so amazing... I can't get enough of you either." Luke's voice was strained, laced with desire and the weight of their secret. "Ride me, baby... Take what you need... I'm yours."

As you continued riding him, his phone rang on the nightstand he had put it on earlier that night.

You heard it, and looked over, seeing a familiar name on it. Emily Prentiss. You got annoyed, knowing that call was to take him away from you, and you weren't going to let that happen when you were so happy and getting lost in pleasure. You continued to ride him faster and harder, moving your hands to find his wrists.

As the sound of Luke’s ringtone pierced through the air, a mixture of frustration and anxiety coursed through him. He knew that answering the call was necessary, but he didn't want to be torn away from this moment of pure ecstasy.

Once you found his wrist, you pinned them against the bedsheets. With the way you rode you, and held his wrists, you didn't allow him to move whatsoever, not wanting to pick up the ringing phone. "God Luke, you feel so fucking good. Fill me up so well.. I'm so close" You whined out, your voice growing needy as you tried to distract him from the phone.

Feeling your hands grip his wrists, pinning them against the mattress, Luke's gaze locked with yours, a mixture of desire and determination in his eyes. He couldn't help but smile, admiring your defiance, your unwillingness to let anything interrupt the passion between you. Luke's heart raced as he felt the intensity of your movements increase, your urgency mirroring his own. He couldn't help but groan in pleasure as you rode him harder, the stimulation driving him closer to the brink.

"You're insatiable, Y/N... and I love it," Luke growled, his voice thick with desire. Despite the distraction, he refused to let it dampen the moment. He used the strength in his hips to meet your movements, thrusting upward to meet your downward motion. "I'm so close too, baby... I want to fill you... claim you as mine."

With every thrust, every twist and jerk of his hips, Luke brought you both closer to the edge. The intensity of the moment, the forbidden pleasure, fueled his desire to claim you completely, to make this moment unforgettable.

You cried out desperately, feeling your orgasm quickly approaching, and your legs growing weak, struggling to ride him any longer. "Luke, I'm so close, please baby."

"Fuck me, pin me down against the bed and fill me up with your cum. Make me yours.” You begged, your movements slowing down, and releasing his wrists from your hold, waiting for him to dominate you as you grew tired.

Luke's breath hitched at your words, a mixture of desire and adoration enveloping him. The way you begged for his cum, for him to claim you completely, sent shivers down his spine. His control wavered as he gazed up at you, feeling his own climax edging closer.

Driven by the raw intensity of the moment, Luke's hands found their way to your hips, gripping them firmly as he halted your movements. With a dominant growl, he swiftly flipped you onto your back, pinning you down against the mattress.

You smiled as he dominated you, flipping you into your back harshly. You giggled as he hovered over you, your face flushed and a dopey smile on him as you locked eyes with him. "Please, please, wreck me! Ruin me, I'm all yours." You begged, your voice laced with desperation and a need for you

"Fuck, baby..." Luke's voice was heavy with need as he positioned himself between your legs, his eyes locked with yours. "You want me to fill you up? To make you mine? You've got it, baby. I'm going to fuck you so hard, you won't be able to walk straight."

With a swift thrust, Luke buried himself deep inside you, claiming you as his own. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room as he pounded into you relentlessly. The pleasure and desire in his eyes spoke volumes, mingling with the love he felt for you in every touch, every thrust.

You groaned out loudly as he buried into you, shutting your eyes as moaning out loudly. Your mouth fell agape, slightly drooling as he pounded into you, your body rocking with each of his thrusts.

"Oh god Y/N... You feel amazing," he groaned, his voice husky and filled with need. "You're mine... All mine. No one else can have you like this."

His thrusts became faster, harder, the bed creaking beneath them as your bodies moved in perfect sync. The room was filled with the sound of your moans, the scent of sweat and arousal heavy in the air. The pleasure built, blurring the lines between pain and ecstasy, until finally, Luke gave in to the overwhelming wave of pleasure that cascaded through him.

Your hands were by your side, gripping the bed sheets underneath you."Yes Luke, I'm all yours, only yours. Just for you baby.." You whimpered out, your voice high as you tried to hold back moans.

"I-I'm so close Luke.. Gonna, cu-cum.." You warned, your cock twitching and spurting out precum as your orgasm approached.

With one more of his thrusts, you arched your back and your seed shot out of you in thick ropes, covering your belly as you moaned out your name happily.

Luke couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight before him as you surrendered to the pleasure, your body arching and your voice filling the room with delicious cries of ecstasy. Seeing you completely vulnerable, completely submissive, only fueled the fire burning within him.

He continued to pound into you, relishing in the way your body tightened around him, the way your moans grew louder and more desperate. Each thrust brought him closer to the edge, his need for release reaching its peak.

As he continued to fuck you through your orgasm, and even after, you cried out in pleasure. You loved the way you got overstimulated as he fucked you, searching for his own release, loving the way he used you for his pleasure after you were done, even if you could barley handle it. "Luke, please. Fill me up.. give me your cum.." You cried out, still desperate to be filled.

With a final thrust, he grunted, his body trembling as he released deep inside you, claiming you as his own. His hot cum filled you, marking you as his, and he relished in the ecstatic release that washed over you. "You're mine Y/N.. forever."

His breath came out in ragged pants as he collapsed on top of you, his body trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure.

Part 2 (WIP)

[obeiii-mee]

Hi there! If its okay, could i ask for headcannons of the brothers finding out MC is an Artist? Something like, finding there sketchbook or napkins w doodles on them jfjdjs Or maybe they catch MC glancing at them alot while trying to draw them? hfjd Ty!! Your writing is really good~

Of course it’s OK! I’ve always liked the idea of MC having a really interesting hobby and teaching the brothers about it. I feel like all the brothers would be very supportive of them, even if they all had various reactions to their hobby but I really love writing wholesome moments like that. Sorry this took longer to come out, I made them really long to make up for it!

Also thank you. Your compliment means a lot :)

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The Brothers’ reactions to MC being an artist:

Lucifer:

-Well if you’re going to glance at him every two minutes, he’s bound to notice

-I mean, you’re pretty damn obvious

-Lucifer got pretty used to you whipping out your sketchbook whenever you could

-So for you to start doodling in his office while he worked wasn’t exactly unheard of

-He caught you staring at him before looking back down at your drawing, continuing your series of furious scribbles

-Now you piqued his interest

-“You seem very focused there love. What are you drawing?”

-Scared the crap out of you because he rarely ever talks when he’s working

-You were reluctant to show him but Lucifer has his insisting face on

-When you passed him the sketchbook, he momentarily froze

-Your drawing was so detailed and full of emotion, capturing him slumped over his desk, exhausted but determined to finish the work he’s been assigned

-He was so surprised and stunned, for a second, he forgot to breathe

-“It’s not exactly one of my best drawings yet but-“

-“You never fail to impress me MC.”

-He suspected you were drawing him but he wasn’t expecting this much effort to be put into it

-He would definitely keep all your drawings of him

-Loves all your work but secretly adores your sketches of him best

-Lucifer would occasionally look over your shoulder while you sketch, taking a peek at what you’re drawing and smile to himself

-He’s never felt this much pride for someone else before

Mammon:

-Was pissed you would rather spend time with an object rather than him

-It annoyed him at first because he couldn’t tell if you were listening to him or not while you had your nose stuck in your sketchbook

-Basically, he was jealous of a sketchbook

-You can’t do that Mammon, that’s Levi’s thing

-So one day he decided to see what the fuck was so great about that giant notebook you always have with you

-He turned your entire room upside down searching for the damn thing before finding it

-He flipped through it and I’m sure the entire House of Lamentation could hear his gasp

-You drew him for pages and pages in all sorts of positions and styles and he was a flustered tomato going through them

-You willingly drew him? The scum of a demon who could never do anything right unless it involved money? You put your time and effort into these sketches and doodles despite him being condescending and a dick at times?

-Excuse me but this man is already head over heels in love with you, you can’t keep giving him reasons to fall for you

-He was so engrossed into your work that he didn’t notice you behind him

-“Mammon why is there a mess in my room-“

-“HOLY SHI-AHHH!!!”

-Too embarrassed to even think of an excuse for going through your shit

-“Ah those...I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have drawn you without your permission Mammon-“

-“Are ya kiddin’ me? MC, I feel insulted that you didn’t tell me about this sooner. Can...Can I keep some of ‘em??”

-Now he insists that you draw him as often as possible and would even pose for you (he loves the attention let’s be real)

-He wants to see all of your drawings and will endlessly support you

-Thought about using your skill as a way to make money because art can be very expensive

-But in the end, he dropped the idea

-Why would he sell something so precious to him??

Levi:

-He probably has a sketchbook too

-You guys draw Ruri-chan together in your own styles

-Levi always insists that you’re much better at drawing than him tho

-Your talent makes him a little jealous but at the same time he’s fascinated

-Was so surprised when he found out you were into sketching

-Levi was even more surprised when you showed him all the drawings you’ve worked on for your favourite anime and video game characters

-OK but how come you’re so perfect? Not only are you a lovely person that is willing to watch anime with him without insulting his opinions but you can draw? W...h...a...t...?

-He requests several sketches of ‘The Tale of the Seven Lords’ characters and will actually tape them to his wall

-Some of them are right on his Ruri-chan shelf

-“Hey normie, do you...do you mind teaching me how to draw? I want to learn.”

-Is 100% determined to learn how to properly sketch from you

-You started drawing him as well, usually while he games

-You better stop, he’ll have a nosebleed if you keep being so nice to him!

-Draw him as an anime character and he will start fangirling

-“Phew. OK I’m finished.”

-“What did you draw?”

-“Hentai.”

-“This. Is. A. Masterpiece.”

-Will proudly show your work to his brothers (usually the same drawing more than five times)

-What did an otaku like him do to deserve you??

Satan:

-He found out you were an artist fairly quickly

-I meant he found tissues with doodles you left behind everywhere

-He kept all of them

-It was so refreshing for him to see you so invested in your drawings the same way he is in his reading

-You’re still under the impression you’re being sneaky by drawing him while he has his nose in his books

-You ended up finally gathering enough courage to show him one of your portraits of him

-He had a reaction similar to Lucifer’s really

-Praise!

-He made your drawing into a bookmark

-Idk how but he did

-You leave him a few doodles of you and him being all lovey dovey and he absolutely adores them

-Will lose his marbles if anyone says anything remotely negative about your style or talent

-Draw him fluffy animals pls he will literally have them framed and fixed up in his room

-Also if you draw any of his brothers (specifically Lucifer let’s be real) in a silly way he will actually start snorting with laughter

-You sketch him pretty damn often and he can’t really complain

-It’s really peaceful when you two are in the library and you’re working on your doodling while he reads aloud to you

-Buys you equipment like pens and pencils and even sketchbooks when he knows you’re running out

-He’s really delighted when you come over to show him your drawings

-Once he caught you staring at a cat as you started sketching it

-He actually didn’t think it was possible to love someone this much

Asmo:

-Noisy little fucker that he is and in need of drama, he looked through your sketchbook

-Thought it was a diary at first but nope

-Imagine his surprise when he found pages upon pages of drawings of his brothers and him

-Except his weren’t really a surprise

-He’s gorgeous of course you would want to draw him

-But oh my God, do you realise how much he values art??

-I know he looks as if he only thinks about sex but he definitely has a thing for creativity and art like painting and photography

-“MC darliiiing~? Why didn’t you tell me you can draw?”

-He actually shrieks at how well you’ve captured his beauty

-He insists that they look like actual pictures of him

-Takes several pictures of all of them and posts them on DevilGram

-A bit salty when you drawing anything else but him

-However, he can’t deny that you’re one of the most talented individuals he ever met

-He comes up to you every day and lractically begs you to draw him

-One time you came in your room to find him naked and asking you to draw him

-Is actually kinda good at drawing himself

-Specifically people

-He has enough experience exploring the human body so he surprisingly enough, knows a thing or two when it comes to body proportions

-“MC draw me like one of your french girls~”

-I’m sorry I had to do that

-He also likes the attention he’s getting when he poses for you

-He may think he’s the most beautiful being in all three realms but he definitely thinks you’re the second

-So he often offers to draw you too

-He likes having cozy chats with you while you draw

Beel:

-You left your sketchbook behind in the kitchen with him

-Mammon needed your assistance to get down from where Lucifer hanged him after one of his failed money schemes

-He knocked a glass of milk nearby it and had a panic attack for a minute

-Legitimately thought he ruined the whole thing

-Was actually about ready to cry because he knew how important your sketchbook was to you

-Looked through it just to make sure there were no splotches or anything

-To say he was relieved when he realised it was fine would be an understatement

-He was kinda drawn to your sketches, most of them carefully drawn and expressive, even some of the ones you scribbled out

-One specific drawing caught his eye though

-You drew him and Belphie together, with his twin brother’s head resting on his shoulder while Beel ate

-He was mesmerised by your talent and by your thoughtfulness

-Beel felt bad about it but he kept looking through your sketches, enchanted by everything in it

-You drew him and his brothers several times

-It’s safe to say the discovery of your drawings brightened his day

-Gave back your sketchbook later

-He apologised for going through it without your permission more than he needed to

-You had to accept his apology because he looked like a kicked puppy

-Feels very honoured whenever you let him look at your work

-Is more than happy to pose for you!

-But that might be a bit of a problem seeing as he tends to move around a lot

-“Whoa, that looks just like me! The food I’m eating looks really realistic too...which is making me hungry. Let’s go to Hell’s Kitchen, you can finish this there!”

-Supportive bean

-You gave him a family sketch of him and all of his brothers once

-Normally, he only likes gifts he can eat

-But he treasures that drawing more than food at times

-“This...this is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me! Thank you MC! But uh, someone’s missing in this drawing.”

-“Ah shit, who did I miss?”

-“You.”

-If anything ever happens to Beel or his happiness I swear to Lord Diavolo-

Belphie:

-OK but you left your notebook just sitting there right next to him???

-How do you expect him not to look through it?

-Belphie doesn’t care much for privacy

-And he doesn’t exactly have morals either

-He didn’t even know you were into drawing

-Which to be fair, wasn’t scandalous considering he sleeps 20 hours a day

-But he wants to be more involved in your interests so that’s why he took initiative with your sketchbook

-Idk what he was expecting but definitely not a sketch of him staring back at him

-His heart skipped a beat but I don’t even know if demons have hearts

-The cheeky little shit took pictures and may or may not have made on your drawings of him his wallpaper

-Most of the drawings were of him sleeping, surprising...absolutely no one

-“So that’s what you’re up to whenever I go to sleep huh? So cute~”

-But besides all that, he is really touched

-I mean, if there’s anyone undeserving of your love and respect is the piece of shit of who tried to kill you

-Yet here you are, continuously showering him with affection and now this

-Probably spent hours looking at your sketchbook while you were at R.A.D

-Didn’t say anything to you when you came back except handing your notebook back to you

-Though he was less of a smartass and more affectionate for the rest of the day

-Next morning, you took the liberty of waking up before him and sketching him again

-He grabbed your arm halfway through your doodling and grinned at you from under the covers

-“Drawing me again huh? You won’t mind me doing this while you’re at it then right?”

-Now he’s sleeping in your lap

-Whenever you show him your work, he makes a small approving noise but he’s seriously impressed

-Draw Lucifer or Lord Diavolo in any offensive manner and he will actually start giggling

-Gets all huffy puffy when you draw his brothers instead of him (we all know Beel is the exception)

-I may have a thing for Belphegour

Al~

[strangerontheotherside84]

Wild Child || Part 2 (Billy Hargrove x  Reader)

Disclamer: as mentioned in my last post, I have decided to continue my fic “Wild Child” (which was actually finished after part 8). And yes I know we’re all horny and y’all just wanna get to the kinky stuff (I see you) but maybe give it a try and also check out the previous story to kinda get the pre-story behind all of this. Or at least read part 1 of this you kinky fucks :D

Warnings: language, smut, 18+, nsfw, smoking, drinking, drugs

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„You're late.“

„Yeah sorry had to drop off my sister at the Wheeler's house and Karen was nice enough to offer me a drink.“ Billy answered while stepping through the door, quickly following you into the kitchen to that fridge full of beer you had promised him earlier. „Dude, stop calling her Karen it's gross.“

„Hey there's nothing I can do. I feel like she really wants me to call her Karen, y/n. Can't deny a woman her deepest darkest desires.“ „Ew Hargrove shut up. I swear to god if you're really going to screw Nancy Wheeler's mom I'm gonna lose all my respect for you. And I don't have too much of that to begin with.“

„You can't deny that she's kinda hot. Also, what can I do she's really asking for it. Must be a very unsatisfying marriage.“

„I'm not gonna comment any further on this...but maybe go see a therapist about those mommy issues.“ you commented snarky, handing Billy a half rack of beer from the fridge.

„Oh fuck off y/n.“

„Love you too. Come on, we're going to the basement. The stereo down there is way better. I need you to check out some of the new releases I took from work.“

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You were lying on the old leather couch staring at the wodden ceiling while „Raise Hell“ by Anthrax was blasting through the speakers of the Panasonic stereo. You quickly sat up as you heard a familiar noise.

„Hey Hargrove, quit going through my stuff!“

„So this is where you hide your weed, huh?“ the curly haired boy replied, not even bothering to look at you while he continued to go through the small drawer in the corner of the room.

„Amongst other things, yeah.“ you got up from the couch, your naked feet touching the fuzzy carpet-floor as you walked over to Billy, quickly snatching the cigarette case, which contained all of your pre-rolled joints, from his hands.

„So you really weren't lying about that porn collection.“ Billy sounded a bit surprised as he spotted the several vhs tapes behind a few bottles of Jack Daniel's.

„Told you so.“ you mubled while trying to light the joint between your lips, those matches were definitely ancient. „Don't underestimate me.“

„I could never. But let me help you with that.“, the curly haired boy fished a zippo from the pocket of his tight Levi's jeans and put on the flame in front of your face while licking his lips.

„Thanks.“ you mumbled with a devilish grin, while inhaling the smoke and blowing it into Billy's face.

„You're welcome.“ he replied, taking the joint from your lips.

„Didn't think I was sharing that.“ „Well now you are. So, y/n you wanna get drunk and stoned while watching some porn or were you just talking shit earlier?“

„I’m never talking shit, Hargrove. Here how about this one: Shana Grant plays a singer who must overcome her corrupt manager, who himself is involved with the mob. Well if this doesn't sound like fun. It better be good I payed 5$ for that.“

„It sure does. I wonder what will happen.“ Billy joked as he made himself comfortable on the couch, opening another beer. „Put it on then.“

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„Well she really is working hard on overcoming that corrupt manager.“ you chuckled while taking another sip from the bottle of Jack, putting out a cigarette in the ashtray in front of you. Your head was starting to feel kinda dizzy, but you would never admit that. At least not until Billy would do the same. You lurked over to the blonde boy sitting next to you on the floor, trying to observe his movements as inconspicuous as possible.

“It's a tough business.” Billy replied, chuckling as well. He had his arms streched out on the leather couch behind you guys, his  red shirt was almost completely unbuttoned, as usual. “Can I help you y/n?”. God dammit. You really were shit at observing people when you're drunk.

“Nope all good.” you replied while stretching yourself across Billy's lap to reach for another can of beer from the half rag that was placed to the boy's right. You could feel his eyes on you as you slowly moved back onto your place, your crop top riding up and allowing him to catch a short glimpse of your boobs.

“Can I help you?” you returned the question while raising an eyebrow.

“Nope all good. That's a very nice shirt though.”

Even though you knew what he was refering to, it really was a nice shirt. It had Metallica's Ride the Lightning cover on it and you had cutten off the sleves and turned it into a crop top. However, it had gotten a bit shorter than expected which meant that it was now barely covering your chest. But you really couldn't be bothered with that kind of stuff anyway.

“So what do you say y/n. Was it worth spending 5 bucks on this?”, Billy drew your attention back to the TV that was still playing the VHS tape.

“All in all yeah. However, I must say that they look kinda bored from time to time. If I'd wanna see that I'd set up a camcorder in the Sam Goody's storage room.”

Your last comment caused the curly haired boy to burst out laughing, “And I thought I was having a hard time. But you're right they do look kinda bored, which is a pity. Looks like a lot of fun.” he hummed the last part in your ear while putting his arm around your shoulder.

You blamed it on being drunk and stoned but his actions actually caused your whole body to shiver with excitement for a split second. Wow you really were gonna give in to him that easy? That'd be a new record.

“It does. Although, I think I'd look less bored.” you replied, taking another sip from your beer and trying to stay focused on the small TV.

“I bet you would y/n. It's such a shame that all these losers you hook up with don't seem to know how to treat you right.” Billy muttered with his husky voice while taking a deep pull from his cigarette, throwing back his head to release the smoke into the air.

“Well thanks for your condolences Hargrove. And you think you'd do it better? Some of that stuff looks kinda hard.”, you taunted while gesturing your head towards the TV, your body now being turned towards Billy.

“We both know I will.” the curly haired boy leaned towards you, only to put out his cigarette in the ashtray behind your back while spotting a dirty grin on his face. You could feel his hot breath on your skin, your heart rate rising at the thought of all the things you'd like him to do to you right now.

“Don't dissapoint me then.” your words were nothing but a low hum but they were enough for Billy to press his lips onto yours within a heartbeat. Although it had been a while since you last hooked up together, the feeling was more than familiar. You both knew exactly how to move to push each others buttons, your kisses were nothing but a constant fight for dominance. You quickly got rid of your crop top while Billy was taking off his shirt only to meet his lips again seconds later. The tall blonde trailed his kisses across your neck, suddenly burying his teeth in your flesh, causing you to hiss. Billy pulled away from you spotting his usual cocky grin while sticking out his tongue.

“You need to get out of these pants if we wanna try what we just saw.”, he advised teasing.

“Ditto.” you replied with a wink. “And just so that you know,” you began while getting rid of your tight black leggings, “When I say it would be fun to try what we just saw I mean all of it.”

“You dirty slut.” Billy groaned while grabbing you by the throat, pushing your back into the cold wodden wall. You wrapped your legs around his waist while holding onto him by his neck as he pushed inside you. You could feel Billy's back muscles tightening as he began to thrust into you with full speed. “Fuck.” you moaned.

“Like it when I fuck you like that y/n?”

“Fuck yes.”

You knew you wouldn't last long if he continued at this pace but before you could say anything Billy pulled out of you, moving a step back while slowly letting you slide down the wall. You smirked at him, licking across your lips before sliding your tongue up his throbbing cock, the taste of yourself mixed with pre-cum meeting your lips. Billy let out a deep growl before grabbing you by the hair, forcing himself all the way into your mouth. The fact that you didn't even gag caused him to grin “You're such a dirty girl, way too good for anybody in this town- fuck y/n”. His words were could off as you began to deep throat him, slowly at first but then getting more and more messy, all while keeping eye contact with the curly haired boy. Billy's moans were music in your ears, you loved to be the one dominating him, especially since it seemed like something that was rather new to him.

“Get on the couch.” Billy hissed out of breath while pulling your hair. You did as you were told but not before slowly sucking on his tip one final time. “What? Can't handle me pretty boy?” you teased smirking while slowly walking past him towards the couch.

“You better save that attitude for later.” The tall blonde growled as he followed you, “Get on your knees.”

Billy quickly positioned himself behind you, firmly grabbing your hips. You could feel your own arousal dripping down your thighs, as you waited for him to finally push into you again. “You're always so wet for me,” Billy hummed against your core, causing your legs to start shaking “And you taste so damn sweet.”

You could feel him adjust himself at your entrance, the tip of his cock teasing you for what felt like forever.

“When did you become such a fucking tease, Hargrove?”, you groaned.

“What was that?”

“You heard me the first time. Just fuck me already.”

“You want me to fuck you, y/n?”

“Yes Billy pl- fuck.” This time it was you being could off as the tall blonde smacked into you, causing you to gasp.

“Like that?” he continued to tease as he began moving in a steady rhythym, “Or faster?”, Billy adjusted his speed at his last words.

“Faster...fuck Billy...fuck me harder.” You cried out, while the curly haired boy was continously hitting your sweet spot. You could feel your body tightening while you got closer and closer to your orgasm.

“Do you want me to pull out?” Billy growled while breathing heavily.

“No...just cum in my ass.”

Billy hummed at those words “So you really wanna try everything we just saw.”

He slowly pulled out of you, your whole body aching at the sensation of being left wanting more, just before he carefully pushed inside of you from behind, causing both of you to gasp.

“Fuck y/n I'm not gonna last much longer.”

“Just fuck me Billy..please.”

You did not need to tell him twice, after giving you some time to adjust to this new feeling he began to move with a steady rhythym, slightly fastening his pace.

“Fuck Billy...you feel so good.”, you had tried anal before but that was while being drunk at a party with some dude that clearly didn't know what he was doing, but the feeling of Billy fucking you from behind was something you'd never experienced before.

You're whole body was shaking and you could feel your lower abdomen tightening as you got closer and closer to your high.

“Fuck Billy I'm gonna cum.” You managed to cry out right before your orgasm rushed over you like a crashing wave, you buried your sweaty face and palms into the leather couch while moaning loudly.

This sensation caused Billy to let a fitlhy moan escape from his lips as he came inside of you, making sure to fill you up with every drip of his cum, before pulling out and collapsing on the couch.

The two of you had to take a few moments before either of you could say something. Both still breathing heavily, while sliding down onto the floor, trying to process everything that had just happened.

“So y/n, you're still not sure if I'd do better than those guys in the movie?” Billy chuckled out of breath while putting his jeans back on and lighting a cigarette.

“I'll think about it.” you replied dry while following his example.

“We're a really good team.” “Yeah a team of drunk and stoned idiots.”

[kinkymagnus]

57 + 81 (master slave pls) + 85 + 30 (specifically alec calling magnus “slut”? owo)

for that last prompt: can you like, have magnus specifically call alec master? i love that shit OwO

(numbers are: humiliation kink + power imbalance (master/slave) +riding + dirty talk)

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Prince Magnus Bane and his personal manservant, Alec, have some fun in the throne room.

It was quite a sight.

The throne room was closed: it was a large, grand room, and thankfully soundproof.

They were alone, but Magnus felt exposed and watched: it was spacious and there were many shadows to hide in.

It felt like anyone could be watching.

Alec, his personal servant, sat sprawled lazily on the prince’s throne.

Magnus sat on his cock.

Magnus panted, lifting himself up. His thighs were burning a little, shaking with effort.

He’d been pleasuring Alec for a while now, working his ass around the large cock and making Alec groan with pleasure. He’d already emptied his load into Magnus once, but thanks to a stamina potion of sorts he’d bought specifically for the occasion, he was still going strong.

Alec’s thick cock stretched Magnus’s ass perfectly, and the loss of it felt like an ache in his chest, but he lifted himself up anyway until only the blunt tip was past his soaked rim.

His gaze was trained down at where Alec’s cock met his hole, not daring to meet his eyes yet.

He was stark naked, sweaty and trembling as he slowly fucked himself on Alec’s cock.

Alec was almost full dressed, cock pulled out and trousers pulled down slightly, his strong arms locked around Magnus’s waist, keeping him from getting up.

He was the one in control.

“You look so beautiful like this,” he murmured, voice low and full of dark promise. “Look at you… you’re the prince of this realm. One of the most powerful men in the kingdom. And here you are, riding my cock.”

Magnus whimpered as he began to lower himself again, feeling Alec’s cock beginning to slide deep into him again.

One of Alec’s hands slid down to cup his ass, squeezing gently, then both slid down and pulled his cheeks apart. Alec thrust up, the angle making his cock pound deep into Magnus’s ass and slam against his prostate. Magnus squealed, hips rocking in an attempt to get more.

“Do you want me to keep fucking you like the little whore you are?” Alec asked, voice soft and gentle, contrasting sharply with his filthy words. His hips kept moving, not as hard as the first thrust but enough to tease. Magnus’s hips thrust in tandem, so that he was left bouncing on Alec’s cock. “You like it when I make you take it?”

“Y-yes,” Magnus moaned. “F-fuck me….”

“Fuck me…. who?”

“Sir,” Magnus gasped, “fuck me, sir, please, fuck me…”

“Hmm, sir is nice…” Alec said, hands going to his hips. “But I think I like…” he gripped Magnus’s hips tighter and slammed him down on his cock with a grunt, making Magnus squeal again, “master better. Remember, sweetheart? You called me that yesterday, when I tied you to your bed and fucked you? You moaned like a little slut and begged for my cock… you called me master.”

He held Magnus in position, his cock pressed against his prostate and making the prince tremble on his cock.

“Master,” Magnus moaned. “please, fuck me, come inside me…”

“Good boy,” Alec praised, and he loosened his grip, beginning to thrust his hips up.

Magnus threw his head back, cheeks flushed as he whined and moaned with pleasure.

He felt a sharp slap to his ass, and jerked with surprise and pleasure. He clenched down around Alec involuntarily, making him moan slightly.

“Move,” Alec ordered. “I’m not going to do all the work here, slut. If you want my cock, work for it.”

Magnus nodded weakly, lifting himself up again, feeling Alec’s thick cock drag against his sensitive walls.

“You look so beautiful,” Alec said in his ear. “You look so hot, sitting on my cock like this… taking everything I give you…”

Magnus knew he was probably blushing hotly. He felt like he was in public, like everyone could see him, the great prince of the realm, being fucked and used like a whore.

See the prince enjoy every second of being his own servant’s cockslut.

See the prince sitting on a cock with cum running down his legs.

See the prince hard as a rock as he was teased and called a slut.

He picked up the pace, fucking himself on Alec’s cock as hard as he could even as his tired muscles complained.

Alec pounded into him from below, showing off his own muscles as he fucked Magnus hard.

“The powerful, dangerous prince… reduced to a helpless little cockslut begging for your servant’s cock?”

Magnus didn’t say anything, feeling the embarrassment and pleasure tingle through him. It felt amazing, like electricity dancing in his veins.

“A whore, panting and moaning for me…”

“Please,” Magnus begged, not sure what he was asking for.He fucked himself down harder, needing Alec to get deeper and rougher.

Magnus wasn’t sure what exactly changed. The angle, or the strength behind it, but it happened in one wonderful moment:

Magnus dropped down at the same time Alec thrust up and they met perfectly in the middle, Alec’s cock slamming against Magnus’s poor, abused prostate.

Magnus gave a shocked cry and came, eyes squeezing shut as he screamed with pleasure.

Cum spurted onto their chests and Magnus’s hips stopped moving as he panted.

But Alec didn’t stop thrusting.

Magnus practically went limp, whimpering and moaning as Alec kept fucking him through his high.

“So gorgeous when you cum on my cock,” Alec grunted, not slowing his pace. “So needy and beautiful… how do you think people would react if they could see you like this?”

Magnus moaned helplessly as Alec’s cock brushed his overstimulated prostate.

After a few more thrusts, Alec finally groaned, hips stuttering. A few stilted half-thrusts later and Magnus felt a rush of warm cum pumping deep into his ass, soaking his sensitive walls and splashing against his prostate.

He whimpered softly as Alec gently pulled him off his dick, getting up carefully and spinning them so he could lay Magnus on the throne.

Magnus leaned forward without prompting, licking Alec’s cock.

Alec moaned but didn’t pull away, allowing Magnus to lick him clean before finally gently pulling him away so he could pull his pants up.

Magnus slumped back against the throne’s back, breathing still a little heavy. There was a little cum smeared on his lips, and his thighs were still soaked in it.

“You done, sweetheart?” Alec asked softly. The dark dominance from earlier was gone, only gentle concern in it’s place.

Despite all his love for fucking Magnus senseless and saying the filthiest things in bed (or… well, in the throne room) Alec was never anything but sweet afterwards, and he always took good care of his lover.

“We can keep going,” he said. “If you want. Or I can get you dressed and back to your quarters.”

Magnus swallowed, throat feeling dry. “I don’t know if I can,” he said, throwing Alec a tired smile. “That was…” he felt a slight shudder run through his body at the thought of it all. “it was amazing.”

“Want some water?” Alec asked, bringing up a glass of water he’d left next to throne, out of range of kicking feet.

Magnus gratefully accepted, drinking the cool water slowly so as not to choke.

After a few moments, he passed it back. Alec set it down carefully.

Magnus leaned back again, thinking of what Alec could do to him. Imagining spreading his legs, draping them over each arm of the throne, leaving his leaking ass exposed so that Alec could pound into him properly.

Imagining legs folded up, practically bending in half so that Alec could slide deep into his ass.

Imagining Alec restraining his arms, tying them above his head, fucking him in the throne until he begged.

He wished he could, but he was already trembling with overstimulation.

Alec came closer, climbing on top of him: it was his turn to straddle Magnus’s lap, his warm weight pinning Magnus down to the chair.

He drew Magnus into a kiss, pressing him against the back of the chair.

Magnus kissed back, enjoying Alec’s lips on his after so long.

“We should go back to the bedroom,” Magnus said softly when they pulled apart. “Can we… we should do this again.. just like this.”

“Me, fucking you on the throne and calling you a slut?” Alec asked, raising his eyebrows.

“Exactly,” Magnus said, kissing him one last time. “I like it when you fuck me like that.”

Alec climbed off him, grinning down at him. “I like it, too. Now let’s get you cleaned up, your highness. You look beautiful, but probably not very presentable.”

Magnus laughed.

disclaimer: obviously magnus is not helpless/tiny and could have stopped this whenever he wanted, obviously he’s not “just a slut” or anything like that, it’s called KINKY SEX/ROLEPLAY, don’t even start with me on this, okay??

also sorry for the shit ending but look i have like 50 prompts so getting enough inspiration to write this whole thing was a miracle in of itself

i realize making magnus the prince might be a weird choice when it’s sub magnus and part of the prompt was like, power imbalance kink, but i think it’s kind of hot to have like, powerful prince magnus getting fucked like this? idk why, but i think it works, so oh well. (shrug)