#i think they made my tongue numb for a second but they were good

[insecureivy]

I ate these (not the snail one though)

[parfaitblogs]

waiting room ❀ s. reid x reader

in which he breaks up with you, and your life slowly falls apart. so obviously you should see him?

pairing: ex!spencer reid x reader genre: angst tags: implied alcohol reliance? lots of nothing happening not even a gun to my head could get me to write action... do not read if emotionally stable because i sure wasn't when i wrote this. word count: 1.9k a/n: i never write in second person so if there's a cheeky she her they them somewhere in this ignore it!!! i do not know what i am doing!!! probably not proofread enough. also no happy ending i hate those let the people cry i say! i haven't posted my writing in like three years be nice...

also posted here on my ao3 !

"Hey."

"Hi."

Awkward silence. Horribly awkward silence.

Your eyes darting around a bar that you found all too familiar, with decor that you could paint on a canvas with your eyes closed, and such a distinct smell that you could imagine it from miles away. You didn't think you'd ever forget the way the air moved in this bar, or the sound of the same three bands singing every Friday night on repeat. You knew all the words to their songs by now. And the bartender knew your name, embarrassingly so. 

And even over the sound of patrons talking, and the clinking of glasses and every other overwhelming sound that drove you crazy, you felt like you could hear your heartbeat slamming against your chest. Your lips chapped, never wetting no matter how many times you produced the saliva in your otherwise dry mouth to lick them. Hands wrapped around an ice cold glass that did nothing but numb some part of your body, to accompany the numb feeling in your chest. 

You looked better than you felt, but he was knocking both parts of you out of the park. Maybe that's why your mouth was so dry. You'd tell yourself that it is, at least. He's too attractive to talk to. But you could talk to him. You did talk to him. All the time. About everything, and nothing. Because that's what you two did. 

And yet; the awkward silence. 

He cleared his throat, and it prompted you to take a sip of your drink, mixed alcohol falling down your throat and leaving a burn that shouldn't comfort you, but did. You didn't pull a face at the taste of it the way you used to, and you found yourself wishing that part of you that you despised was back. 

Maybe he would tease you for it again.

"How's work?"

The words felt foreign on your lips. It wasn't really what you wanted to ask him, but every inquiry you had died on your tongue before you could ask them, nothing feeling good enough. 

"It's good," he answered, eyes studying you in a way that made you want to shrink into nothingness. 

"That's good," you said, and you saw the small twitch of his lips — brief, before they fell back into their natural downturned shape. 

It was almost comical how much silence sat between you two. Two people who would talk until people around them were groaning and regretting asking them a question, falling silent in the presence of one another. 

He cleared his throat again. Maybe you should offer him some water, but then you realised this wasn't your house and he was fully capable of getting his own water. And everything else in the world.

"How's work for you?"

"It's good," you answered, half-heartedly, because you really didn't know. You hadn't been in months. 

You didn't really realise a breakup would affect you this much. You had always been good. Good at putting emotional turmoil on pause for your busy life. You never considered the possibility of putting your busy life on pause for emotional turmoil. 

But then Spencer Reid left you. You never considered the possibility of that happening either, until it did. 

"Is it?" he asked, and you watched his body shift slightly in his seat, almost leaning closer to you. 

And unfortunately, you can only pretend in front of the man across from you for so long. "No," you said.

"Why not?" 

"I'm not going." Your voice was embarrassingly quiet, but you knew he heard you, because his eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly, and his lips parted for a second. It made you want to take the words back; to lie again. "I got laid off a week ago."

He slowly nodded his head in recognition — that would explain your sudden request to meet. "I'm sorry."

You could imagine a million things you knew he'd be saying the words for, but not one part of you really believed it for any of them. So you only nodded your head, gaze dropping from him to the glass in front of you, the paper straw disintegrating in the liquid — something you weren't used to; you would finish drinks too quickly for that to happen. 

You didn't come here to mope. You do that every other Friday night. You didn't need to do that tonight, when the man you were spending your nights sobbing and your mornings numb over was right there with you.

"How's your mom?" you ask instead, lifting your head back up, and you watched his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed. 

"She's okay. Same as usual," he said, and you nodded your head. Short answers seemed to be the only thing you guys knew how to do. "How's yours?"

"Good," you answer, because the question doesn't really have the same weight as it did when you asked him; he only did it to be courteous. "She misses having you over."

That brought a small smile to his face. "I miss being over."

You can come back, you want to say, but you know that isn't true. 

You don't know how much longer you two sit in silence before he breaks it with a sigh that, if you didn't know better, you'd think was irritated. But it wasn't; simply exhausted. 

"Why did you want to meet me?" he finally asked, and your lips parted, before shutting again, because you're not too sure the answer is something you're allowed to say aloud. 

You say it anyway.

"I missed you."

You watched his facial features soften, his shoulders relaxing slightly, and that only seemed to bring more nervous energy to you. 

"You shouldn't," he said, and if your heart had anything left for him, it probably would have cracked again. 

You knew that you shouldn't. You had told yourself to get over it a thousand times before. Your go-to mantra was grow up. But you couldn't. Your brain wouldn't let it go and your eyes could just never stay dry for long enough to think it's finally over. It was almost pathetic. 

You swallowed the lump in your throat, nodding your head, slowly, and you were pretty sure tears were welling in your eyes, which felt even more pathetic in front of him. 

"I'm sorry."

This time it was you to apologise, and you knew he didn't believe your apology either. Not when you didn't even know what you were apologising for. Missing him, meeting him here, ever even dating him in the first place.

"It's okay," he said, instead, and you watched him exhale shakily, his lips rubbing against each other — usually a telltale sign he didn't want to be wherever he was any longer. That broke your heart too. 

Words died in your throat as you abruptly stood up, the stool you were perched atop wobbling slightly with your sudden movements. 

You stared at him for another moment, committing his face to memory, before you nodded your head to him in acknowledgement, pocketing your phone. You forced a smile, and left. 

Maybe not the best move you've ever done in your life. Not the move you wanted to do. But certainly the smartest. 

Because the second the cool, early fall air hit your skin, so did your tears, and you found that even ordering an Uber was difficult through blurry vision. So you decided to walk. Walk where, you didn't know. Away from the bar. Through the people-filled square; people as drunk as you wished to be, people out with friends and partner's, to have fun. People having a much better night than you, clearly. 

You heard your name. And something in you screamed to not turn around, to not give in to the caller. Probably the logical part of your brain. But your heart ignored it, and you halted in your tracks, turning to see him walking towards you, eyebrows furrowed in so much concern you think you'd crack further than you already have. Maybe if you split yourself down the middle it would finally stop hurting. 

"I miss you too."

Four simple words that could be heard even over the mixed songs playing from the clubs around you, even over the beeping cars and the chattering people. 

"Please don't lie to make me feel better," you croak, and you're acutely aware of the tears on your cheeks. 

"I'm not lying," he breathed out, and you were far enough away from his body to see his hand twitch. For whatever reason you didn't know. "Sweetheart, you're breaking my heart, here."

Oh.

You swallowed down a sob, swiping another set of falling tears before they could get too far down your cheeks.

"Spencer, please," you said, so desperately that you wanted to shoot yourself. "I shouldn't have asked you to meet."

"No, you shouldn't have," he agreed, and your heart stuttered in your chest, because he was telling you things you shouldn't do. Again. "Not that I—" he cut himself off with a sigh; frustrated, this time. "Not that I didn't want to see you, because I did. You're the only person I want to see recently. But I was getting better, and I know I've ruined all that by being here with you tonight."

I was getting better. The words echoed over and over in your brain. If he was just as bad as you were, maybe it would make this easier. Maybe you aren't as pathetic. 

"I hate this," you settled on, fidgeting awkwardly with your fingers. 

He didn't respond for a few too many moments, and it had you wanting to take back your words. He rubbed his eyes with another sigh. 

"I'm not going back on my decision," he said, and you didn't need to ask what decision; you had an idea, and your stomach twisted uncomfortably. 

But you did anyways. "Which decision?"

"Breaking up with you."

You were silent for a few moments too. "I'm not asking you to—"

"—No, but you want me to," he cuts you off. "And I'm telling you I won't. You know why I did it. That trumps whatever feelings I have for you."

Have.

"I don't know why," you said, shakily. You did. He gave you a reason, and if you had to explain the breakup to someone, you could tell them why. But the ongoing conflict in your brain confused you anyways. 

"Yes you do," he answered, his jaw tensing. When you shook your head, and went to respond, he cut you off, stepping closer. "I can afford to lose you. I can't afford for the world to."

He had said something similar the day he left. Something about a fear of you dying. Something you had tried to reassure him of, failing to do so clearly. 

"What about me?" your voice cracked and you cursed it.

"It will get better."

You could've cried all over again, in the middle of the square. Everything always for the better. Never for the right now, for the things you both wanted. But for the everlasting fear Spencer had in his brain, that you didn't know how to help. 

"Apparently," you replied, sniffling as you took a step away from him. "I think I should go."

If he wanted to protest, he didn't show it. He simply nodded his head, lips parting in a silent exhale. 

And so you did, with wet cheeks, and a quiet, "Goodbye, Spencer."

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[aajjks]

Jealousy (m)

synopsis. you love it when he treats you like his slut

warnings. YÄNDËRË, ËXPLÏCÏT CÖNTÉNT, döm tojï, smüt, röügh fückïng, dẽgrädtiön (rëcïëvïng), slüt-shàmïng, pröfänïty, ëxtrëmë pösěssïvënëss, cryïng.

note. hehe. I suck at writing smut, MDNI. SHARE FEEDBACK PLEASE ILY.

Toji is a very jealous man, you should’ve known better.

He’s territorial man, extremely possessive of what is his, he had made that clear the first day you started to date him.

He likes to be blunt, he's a straightforward man.

But yet you wanted to test him, you wanted to test his anger.

So when you were out at dinner a few hours ago, you did not expect to be fucked mercilessly just hours later on his bed.

“You fuckin whore!” He curses at you, pounding into your cunt at a fast pace, you Moan, almost frying from the immense pleasure the movements give you, the pain is barely there anymore.

Oh he makes you feel so good.

It was all worth it, making him jealous was intentional, he’s never rough with you, it frustrates you almost, he’s soft, way too soft, sometimes it gets boring, you like him being gentle, but… you know a man like him Is not like that with everyone.

You know, he treats you special and you love that, you love being his special girl, but damn.

You want him fuck you like he hates your guts.

“Look at you crying like a slut, creamin’ all over me like that.” He’s so filthy with his words right now and you love every second of it. “This is what you wanted right?” Your vision is blurry, your mind is numb, nothing but the feeling of him fucking you so good has you mesmerized but you see the way he clenches his jaw, beads of sweat flow down his forehead, his dark hair sticking onto his face, his orbs are so dark, his eyebrows are furrowed.

Oh he looks so sexy, his teeth nibble on his lower lip.

yes! yes!

You want him to ruin you.

You scream into your mind, too fucked out to physically give him the answer.

“Now your big fuckin mouth is all silent, eh?” He rolls his hips against in such a delicious way you let out a whimper, your eyes roll back to your head at the sensation.

“‘Got me so fuckin angry and jealous, baby.” He confesses, his face is so close to yours, his features are more clear than before, he is so beautiful it makes you want to cry.

Well, you already are.

Toji’s scent is all over your body, all over the large room, you love him so much, you know he loves you so much too.

But it makes you feel so happy as he rants about his jealousy while being so deep inside you.

“Fuckin whore!” He seethes, his mouth attacks your neck, its all teeth and tongue, his wet tongue licks your skin, the feeling is so ticklish that you whine, Toji ignores it and bites the skin hard, sucking marks so he can mark his territory on you.

He’s going so rough on you that you’re sure you see stars right now, your walls flutter around him, your breathing gets older and louder.

Toji curses under his breath, if it is even possible, you feel him getting harder, “f-fuck, quit tightening around me- gonna make me cum..” he groans, his mouth finally detaches from your neck and he kisses your mouth full.

You think you’re going to cum too.

“Nah uh.. sluts don’t get to cum.” He growls into your mouth, you whine as a year escapes your haze filled eyes.

He knows your body so well.

“Shoulda known better than to make me jealous babe, now ‘m gonna make you my own cum dump, jus’like you wanted, right baby?”

Oh shit.

[atyourmerci]

♡ Hook, line, and sinker (2) (sub!abby // follower req)

Basketball!abby X nerdy reader

Read pt.1 here

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Summary: Abby gets eager to get another study seshion in within days of seeing her last

Warnings: smut, MDNI, sub!abby, top!reader, abby is a whiny sub, orgasming from being untouched, lots of tongue???, my digital footprint is assfucked, no use of y/n, no physical description of reader

A/N: sorry I left yall on a cliffhanger but pt.3(finale) will undoubtedly be my favorite, I’ve had it planned from the beginning so hehe. I’m so glad you guys are enjoying it as much as I am. Love you like always, enjoy muah!

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She couldn’t even fucking look at you. Not a single glance. It’s as if her every pathetic whimper and plea would broadcast to the general public if she so much as looked your way.

It was pathetic, and a little comical to say the least. The power you held over her was obvious, and she knew it. It made her sick, the way she gave up so easily, broke down every wall, gave into you. But for fuck’s sake was it riveting, she couldn’t stop thinking of the intensity…how powerful yet slow you made it. How you worked your way into completing dissecting her.

She had never let any sexual manner have the chance of passion, intimacy. Sex was a goal to her. The intricacies getting to that destination were trivial to her. You fucked it all up, she started dwelling on it, growing obsessed of every detail you slowed masterfully.

She needed more.

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After a week of unmet glances and radio static you came to the conclusion that you completely wrecked the ox of a woman. All it took was a few words and your tongue to rip her out of her upheld perception of herself.

You tried fucking with her the second time you had class with her. Once, sure, maybe she was busy or concentrated for once, but twice? She was purposefully hiding, like a scared bunny from a predator.

You bumped into her walking out of class. If you could even call it a bump- more like you threw your body at her knowing that she couldn’t ignore it. At the touch of you she almost seized up, staring down at the floor in front of her, continuing her path. You threw her a teasing, “oh…sorry!” To which she returned with awkward mumbling, something along the lines of, “ah- uh-,” and continued almost in a run away from you.

You laughed it off. A few words and your tongue…fucking comical.

If avoiding her reality is the way that worked for her, so be it. There was no need to try to process her internal emotions- she couldn’t even do it. So, you let it die, you knew the type of person she was. You knew her dirty little secret.

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Another mind numbing night of studying till your eyes popped out of their sockets was in store for you. Staring at white pages filled with words and highlighting’s, fuck they could be in another language for all you knew at this hour.

It was getting late and you were about ready to throw the towel in, making it tomorrow mornings issue. You hear a buzz from your phone, rubbing your eyes you wonder who has the audacity to try speaking with you at this hour. “Abby Anderson,” illuminates on your face. At first you think you may be dreaming, your eyes weren’t working well at this point anymore.

A.A: Can we meet up this week, need help w the test

Now you need me?

A.A: huh

Nothing. Test isn’t for another 3 weeks… why do you want to start now?

A.A: need to get ahead

Mmm okay. Tomorrow at the library?

A.A: too loud

Okay coffee shop

A.A: I don’t like coffee

I didn’t ask

A.A: I’ll be over at your place tomorrow- 8

Little late for studying

A.A: do you ever shut up

If you promise you’ll be nice

A.A: I didn’t say that

I’m sure you’ll be a good girl

A.A: let me come over

See you at 8 tomorrow.

Only Abby Anderson would attempt to booty call you through a ruse of studying. She usually came knocking down your door the night before the test begging you for your help. Three weeks before was, well… pathetic.

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When she showed up at your dorm door, 8pm on the nose, she was more nervous than you had ever seen her. She blessed you with one weary glance as you whipped the door open, but continued her gaze down afterwards.

When she sat on the bed, for the first time she sat completely straight up, uncomfortably straight, folding her legs across and twiddling her fingers between her legs. A nervous habit you’d picked up from her on your last endeavor.

She never usually paid attention to your lecturing but fuck was it like she wasn’t even in the room this time. Throwing out quick “yeah’s” and “yup’s” on a routine after you’d say a thought.

You knew exactly what she came here for…but god was it fun to watch her squirm. You could’ve thrown her…okay maybe not thrown…but at least pushed her down on your bed so she didn’t have to do any work, give her the easy way out. But that would not have been amusing.

You’re in the middle of explaining a chemistry equation and- “can you just- do it,” she blurts out, stopping you completely in your tracks. You watch her intently, waiting for an elaboration you won’t get. Her eyes trained on her lap, waiting for you to pick up her scattered pieces and place them together.

“Do what abby?” You say faking curiosity. “You know,” she says in return. “I don’t think I do,” you taunt her. “Please-“ she says meekly. You begin to crawl silently towards her, moving her hands up from her lap so you can straddle her and move her hands back to tops of your thighs.

The sudden sensation causes her breath to hitch, her eyes watching her unwarranted hand placement on your thighs. You lightly grip her jawline so that she meets your eyes, just watching as her mouth opens in a pant.

“You make me nervous,” she says, if she could, she’d break your eye contact, but you wouldn’t let that happen.

“New game.”

She looks back at you puzzled, almost frightened. You grip your hand around her chin tighter, “you’re going to lay down, just like the last time, and I’m going lick every inch of you, and you’re going to tell me right where it’s sensitive, you understand?”

You watch as she gulps down a nervous breath, shaking her head rapidly, eyes dazed. “Good girl, now go lay down.” Her hands move to your hips, grasping down on the flesh desperately, “I can’t handle when you call me that-“

“No touching- or I stop.” She pulls her hands down quickly, moving her way to the back of your bed. “Y- okay. I-I promise.”

She looked like I child waiting to open presents on Christmas, eyes bright and wide, waiting for your command. This time you didn’t have to ask, she immediately ripped her shirt and sweats off, leaving her only in her sports bra and boxers adorned with a patch of slick forming in the center. You climb closer to her, kneeling between her thighs.

Just to toy with her further you slowly begin unbuttoning your blouse, her mouth starting to gape. Once it had been completely removed you started working on your shorts, slowly shimmying them down your thighs with your eyes trained onto her. She bit onto her lip watching as you were left only in your own bra and panties.

You climb back onto her, bare skin on bare skin. You wanted to tear into her, but taking your time to cut deep would be so much more rewarding. “You understand the rules?” You as watching her teeth cut into her lip, “mhm,” she replies through her closed mouth.

You lean into her, catching her shoulder with your tongue as she jolts into you. You feel her arms come up beside you but fall quickly. You trace it up to her collarbone, letting your teeth graze the thin skin there, following to where they met in the middle. You trail it up the middle of her throat, feeling the vibration of her breath.

“C-close,” she breaths out. You redirect to the side of her neck, right on the pulse. You already knew it was sensitive there but…it was fun.

“Fuck there,” she breathes out. You take your time licking down the throb, nipping at it, teasing the threat, eliciting as many little whimpers you can get out of her. Once you’ve had your fun you move up, catching the lobe of her ear with your teeth, “holy fuck- yeah there,” she groans out.

You bring your mouth into her ear, whispering gently into it as your hand snakes against the opposite side of her neck, “what? No ones ever touched you here?”

She groans back at you, “n-no. Never.” You return back to the shell of her ear, nipping at the surrounding flesh.

You begin your decent, your clothed cunt reaching hers, “take this off for me pretty,” you say outlining her bra with your fingertips. She feverishly nods tossing it off of her. You lean into her chest, taking no time to meet your tongue to her rose pink bud. Her body jolts up at the sensation, her chest growing a deep shade of pink.

“There. Right there!” You begin circling it, saturating it with your spit, “I know baby,” you say glancing back into her eyes, lidded trying to keep them open so she can watch you, but it was getting so so hard.

Your teeth latch onto it, encasing the bud gently. Flushed red as the blood raced to them, teeth purpling dots into the soft flesh. The whimpers falling off her pathetic throat.

“You k-know you c-ant talk to me like that,” you watch as her hands grip into the sheets, knuckles whitening. “You can come baby, I won’t be mad.” Your fingers come up to twist her untouched nipple as you lap your tongue at the swollen one in your mouth.

The pool of your own arousal soaking into hers, even covered you can feel the pulsing of her, repeated by your own.

“I- I can’t.” She pants out as her hips buck up into your clothed core. “Yes you can, you’re being such a good girl, show me how good you feel.”

“Please- no n-not like this.” Her head drops into your pillow…she’s so fucking close. The red on her chest now trailing up her neck.

“Come for me pretty girl, just like that, rub that pretty pussy into me.” She begins shaking, trying to stop herself, but it was too late.

“Fffffffuckkkkkkkk,” she begins reeling, whimpering through her reluctant orgasm. Her hips grind into yours as her chest splattered with beads of sweat rapidly rises and falls. “Good girl, keep going.” She rides it out as long as she can, chasing her own pathetic untouched high.

Once she settles she glances up at you dazed, as if she wasn’t sure what had just happened. You stare back smugly, sure of your power.

“That was- embarrassing.” She ashamedly shakes her head, letting the tight grip of the sheets go. “Quite hot on the contrary,” you dismiss. “God if anyone ever-“ she begins to protest.

“Let me show you how it makes me feel,” you cut her off, dismantling yourself from her so that your legs frame around hers, wide open.

Your own pool of slick dripping out the sides of your thin panties. She gawks at the site, unable to remove her gaze from the sense of familiarity. The feeling of intensity so tight you cant stop yourself from the natural reaction.

“Can I-“ she begins to reach out to you but you cut her short, “no.” You dismiss her with no room for discussion.

This wasn’t about your secret. It was about hers.

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[kittievampire]

Hear me out... You know how some people like to draw Leviathan with a long-ass, thicc tongue? How bout we see what dat tongue do? 😏😘

(love the writing, btw! Top tier Asmo and Levi content!)

HmMmMmMmmMmm I feel like Levi is an eater.

Lemme see what I have in my bag, My Dear~

Click here if you wanna request!

That Tongue Tho

Warnings: Cursing, Oral (fem!receiving), Dom!PussyDrunk!Leviathan x Sub!Fem!Reader, Overstim, Levi has a long ass tongue, Levi has a forked ass tongue, Snek Levi ftw

Enjoy~

"L-Levi!"

Your voice was high-pitched and slightly shaky, eyes spilling tears over your flushed cheeks as your head rested against the edge of his bed-tub. You moved your hips upwards in response to the nearly numbing pleasure that was Leviathan's service.

The Sin of Envy was currently feasting upon your sensitive, succulent little pussy right in his tub. With hardly any space, his legs had to rest in an awkward position, but once he got that first lick of your addictive essence, all rationale flew out the hardly-ever-opened window. He held your thighs in a vice grip, pushing them against either side of his face in hopes of suffocating while visciously eating you out. The stuttering, socially awkward otaku who seemed a bit prudish at first seemed long gone, by now. It's like he was getting intoxicated by you.

There was the way he held your thighs and abused cunt to his face as if he'd die without them, then there was the way his hips thrusted his pelvis into the blankets below the two of you for some kind of friction, then there was his tongue. His fucking tongue. Leviathan had snake-like features, this you knew, but the fact that he was hitting such deep spots within your cunny made you fucking keen.

"L-Levi I-I can't-" You tried to push his hand away, only for him to grab your wrist, purple scales beginning to form on his own. Through your fuzzy gaze, you looked down to see the demon stare you down, almost competitively. Something akin to a predator trying to scare off another predator from it's meal.

Slowly, he pulled his mouth away, and slid his long tongue out of you. "Let. Me. Eat." The next second, his demon form manifested, tail wrapping around your waist to keep you positioned as he began to mercilessly rub your puffy clit with his fingers. "I don't care if you cry. I don't care if you think you can't go on for any longer." He licked a fat stripe up your pussy. "I'm going to eat this filthy little pussy until I'm done."

Surprised by the, rather gluttonous and possessive, statements from the Avatar of Envy, you failed to immediately process his show of elongating his forked tongue as he released your hand from his grip. Your overstimulated, foggy brain realized just a moment too late what that meant for your used cunt. "Wa-" You nearly threw your head back against the edge of the tub when he shoved that thick muscle into your hole, which would've likely ended in a concussion and a massive vibe-kill for the both of you.

Leviathan's tongue traveled every inch of your soft, used walls. Deeper and deeper it traveled, and just when you think it can't go any deeper, he shoves more of it into your pussy. Your walls clenched tightly around the muscle as you whined, having felt your sixth orgasm underway. You were held tightly in place despite wanting to run away from the pleasure. Given no break, your body was forced to just take it like the good girl he wanted you to be for him.

The sin's eyes rolled back as he simultaneously ate you and humped the blankets beneath him, cock twitching in his pants with desire. His nails dug into your thighs to hold them in place as his own soft pillows as his tongue swirled deep inside of you, the wet slurping noises that escaped him making your face flush a darker shade of red.

Your legs began to twitch violently as you felt a knot begin to tighten within you, and your cunt started fluttering around his tongue as a numbing sensation traveled through your lower body. All of a sudden, it was just too fucking much. Then, you cried out in pleasure as you came hard. Your juices filled his mouth and overflowed from his lips to the blankets in the tub. Your body twitched as he continued to tongue fuck you through your high, and you let out a sigh of relief as he finally pulled away.

He wiped his mouth with his sleeve, a mischievous smirk forming on his face. "My Henry," He cooed softly, gently rubbing one of his hands against the plush of your thigh.

"I'm not done yet. I wanna see just how deep inside of you my tongue can go. So be a good girl, keep your legs open, and take it."

Sorry this was a bit short. Hope you enjoyed it tho!

Masterlist

[nalyniavadelletargaryen]

{ TWIN FLAME - Aegon Targaryen + Rhaegar Targaryen }

{ SUMMARY/PREVIEW CHAPTER }: Twins carry a shared soul, a force that only exists between them. One may pull, and the other may push, but by fate's hand, they’ve been conjoined by a shared will for power. The elder strays from the path of morality while the younger strides upon it with just as much pride. Both men share a desire: an attraction to what they are forbidden to have.

{ WARNINGS }: MDNI + SMUT + ANGST + TARGCEST + AGE GAP + BLOOD + LANGUAGE + VIOLENCE + NIECE/FEM READER + MATURE THEMES

{ PRESS ▶️}:

"To war then!"

Aegon's voice rang loud and clear through the council room, setting unease on those who sat on either side of him, but one man remained unmoved by his heady announcement.

Rhaegar smirked, a broad amusement in his expression, "Good..."

The two men share a fulfilled grin; the elder is pleased to see his dark-haired half so encouraged by his decision.

They'd never agree on most things, but inciting rightful violence to achieve personal satisfaction was a common interest.

However, you were another exception to their differing worldviews.

Aegon slid down into his chair, glancing away from his second younger brother to eye the men and his mother, who sat in tense silence. "You are all dismissed..." he left no room for debate on the command. Alicent swallowed hard, holding back the words of wisdom she knew neither man would listen to, and with a slow exhale, her anger dwindled to plain discouragement.

Rhaegar did not shrink under her turning gaze. Unmoved by her silent plea for help, he was firmly comfortable in his seat as she and the rest of his brother's councils rose from their seats.

"Arrogance.." she mumbled bitterly, walking past him with a swiftness he and Aegon had learned to overlook.

"They refuse to act and fear a war that's already started," Rhaegar spoke freely when the last council member had stepped out, the doors to the room slammed shut by the king guard on watch, and a moment of shared silence short-lived between them. Aegon scoffed loudly, a smirk plastered on his face, "That's quite obvious, brother. Our mother intends to be timid about bloodshed. It's quite pathetic." He tossed his hands up in apparent disbelief, shaking his head at the thought of the woman who'd so proudly pushed him to be sovereign now seeking a quick end to a great conflict, and Rhaegar shared his disdain for the anomaly that was their mother.

"She'd sooner trust the gods with our fate than be reasonable. I don't see why you keep her at this table.."

Aegon eyed his twin, his face dropping to a callous frown. "As relieving as it would be to put her aside, you know well how our mother would never cease prying into our dealings with or without permission."

A more accurate statement had never left his elder brother's lips, and Rhaegar was impressed by him for a solemn second.

"Hm. It's surprising to hear you, of all people, see my side of reason." He chuckles, taking a brave gulp from his wine chalice. "Need better spirits at a time like this," the brunette bit out, tongue-numbing from the dull sting of alcohol in the wine, and his observation drew an offended reaction from Aegon

"It's the best drink to my taste." His amusement faded quickly on the premise of his preferences being questioned. "Do you take issue with me-"

Rhaegar laughed, a hearty sound that eliminated anything his twin was apt to spit out, "Oh, don't you dare twist my words, brother!" He set his cup down with a firm shake, grinning wide as Aegon glared at him directly.

"You speak too freely, Rhaegar.."

His laughter halted, grin falling to a closed smile as he relaxed into his chair at the end of the unoccupied table, "I speak what I think, Aeg. Which is much more than you can offer..."

The silence returned, filled with mounting animosity between a brother of pride and another of worthy praise.

A king and a warlord.

A rake and a hidden saint.

Made of one blood but with many contrasts in life.

Silence and lingering hate connected them.

Aegon poised to further it with a heady retort, greedy for triumph in a conflict many knew to be brotherly rivalry, but a solid rap of knocking on the closed council doors stopped him.

Rhaegar raised a brow at the sound, intrigued rather than annoyed as his brother seemed to be.

"They've come back for another debate so soon?" He chides out loud, unbothered by Aegon's grimace.

"Bothersome imbeciles..."

The knocking came again, quicker and louder. Each tap was executed with an exciting pace, different from the slow, solid thumps of a man readied to spill his thoughts on warfare.

Aegon hesitated to allow the visitor entry, glancing at his brother, who already had his eyes on him.

"They seem eager.." he mumbles, finishing his wine without care for his brother's exasperated sigh.

"Enter..!" Aegon announced, taking a gulp of his drink and sucking his teeth at the bitter taste.

The king's guards swung the doors open, nodding their heads to the culprit of the sudden interruption. "Thank you, Ser Lanis and Ser Daleon." Your gentle voice cut through the air in a familiar cadence, alerting the two men of your presence before you came into their direct view.

Both knights showed you a grateful smile, quick to shut the doors again as you paced up the steps leading to the nearly empty table. Rhaegar greeted you first, smiling as he reached a hand for your own. You gave him the courtesy, slipping a hand into his open one, returning his smile as he placed a chaste kiss on the back.

"Niece..." he muttered against your skin, his voice tender and hardened eyes softening completely as you swipe your fingers along his jawline affectionately. "Uncle," you greet him back, chest tightening with pure delight when he chuckles upon hearing it. However, your shared moment abruptly ended as Aegon called you.

"You'd leave your King unnoticed, sweet girl?"

He did not attempt to mask his jealousy, and you yelled at it with practiced grace. "No, my King. You'll always have my attention." You show him a smile, not afraid to roll your eyes at him as you step away from Rhaegar and stride towards him.

Aegon is far less cordial when greeting you, standing from his seat to look down as you bow to him. You are respectful in your initial approach and stand up straight when he rests a hand under your chin. "I'll hold you to that, princess," he lowered his voice as if to tell you a secret, and you merely hum sweetly in response, accepting the lingering kiss he placed on your cheek. Unlike his brother, Rhaegar could hold his tongue to some restraint, seeing you receive affection from his counterpart.

However, it did not last long as Aegon stepped closer to you, clearly set on keeping your attention on him and him alone.

"Why have you come here?.." Rhaegar poised the question in earnest curiosity, satisfied to see it gain your focus and ruin his brother's apparent intentions. You shifted away from your eldest uncle, looking between him and his nearly identical half before divulging why you'd found your way into the council room.

You never seemed to stay away from either of them long enough, with little motivation not to when your mother had urged you to do so longer than you could recall. By consequence, you'd been left in their care at the turn of your grandfather's death, present at his side the night before he took his last breath in hopes of keeping him company since your mother could not manage it. Still, with little warning, you'd found yourself in opposition with your closest kin by association.

You found your position to be a cursed blessing. I'm glad to be within reach of the men you cared about most besides your older brothers; you were highly aware of the danger the nearing conflict of birthright claims would surely bring.

You tried hard not to reminisce about the war's aftermath, keeping yourself observant yet pliable in the grip of the Green faction.

Even as you stood in the presence of the men you'd grown to trust despite all outside protests, their very existence reminded you of fate's tricky hand.

"I've come for your help." You tread carefully with words, pacing them to carry on your voice softly, knowing well what a simple change of tone could do to either man. Rhaegar sat up straighter, eyes never leaving you as he inquired for a better understanding of your intended words.

"Our aid for what, ..?" You paused, hearing the doting nickname he'd chosen to call you since your first encounter, resolve to melt a little as he followed it with a reassuring smile.

Feeling Aegon resting a hand on your lower back did not keep your heart racing slower, his firming touch stealing your train of thought for a split second, but one glimpse at the head seat he'd been sitting in only a moment ago brought your sense back to you.

They had been your weakness for far too long, filling a craving for experience and attention you couldn't satisfy in your mother's household, but now the time for a stronger mindset was needed.

Your mother deserved the seat Aegon so proudly claimed now; no matter your love for him and Rhaegar, you intended to see her in it, and with a steadying inhale, you continued with your mission to do so.

"I've been...having some trouble finding peace as of late. Especially at night, the masters can't find a remedy for my issue.."

Sleep. You hadn't been able to rest since the coronation, and it was no help that both men had made it a point to create boundaries with you that hadn't existed before. You'd grown accustomed to seeking one or both out for a good night of sleep, never having to exchange any flesh for the security they provided, but not above laying your head on their pillow to dream of it.

Aegon smiled at you, his hand on your back sliding in a small circle as if to ease your strife as minimal as it seemed to him, and you flashed him a grateful upturn of your lips in return.

"I...I had hoped that either of you would give me peace of mind. I'm aware of many things but still am left in the dark in the light of the most important knowledge."

Your heart sank as the faces of your brothers, mother, and father crept past the forefront of your mind. Every single one of them dawned an expression of distant concern, so clearly betrayed. Imagine their reaction to the news of your lingering presence with the side of the family who had no right to the throne, which made your stomach twist with knots.

You wanted to get back to them, to be beneficial even if they'd never considered acknowledging you as applicable. Yet, as you implemented a plan to find your way back to them, you couldn't feel entirely confident in their presumable welcome when you did return.

Jace might be the only one who'd be genuinely happy to see you again and not hold a dormant grudge towards you for staying at the late King's side and inevitably supplanting yourself as a hostage for the Greens.

Rhaegar studied you, sensitive to the minor details of your request, discerning every word you spoke on instinct to hang onto each one.

"You wish to know of your place in..." he waved a hand, motioning to the air of war that loomed closer and closer with each passing day, and you nodded tentatively at his gesture. "Yes...or at least if I'm to be used as leverage..."

Your blunt reply cuts through both of them differently. Aegon glares, momentary anger consuming him as he inches closer to you, head lowering so that his voice reaches your ear directly. "You are safe with me. Here in my..." he hesitated, meeting Rhaegar's observatory gaze before finishing his quiet declaration, "...in our protection. That I can swear to you with certainty ."

His noticeable overconfidence peaked through his tone, and your anxiety was anything but calmed by his promise. Your chest lightened from relief, knowing he still harbored adamant devotion to your well-being rather than wishing to use it as an advantage over your mother.

Rhaegar held a similar attachment to you, expressing it with less egoism than Aegon did through an even response. "Our opinion of you has not changed. You shall be kept here in fair respect."

He stood from his chair, leaving his chalice with it as he came to stand on your unattended side.

Your gaze automatically shifted to him, struggling to stay there as Aegon's burned into you with unabashed envy. "You have the King's word and mine," he passed a thumb over your cheek, speaking directly to you as if his brother did not exist inches from you just as he did. Your breath caught in your throat, heat rising to your face and spreading to your lower belly as he took his time gauging your reaction.

"Let that be the answer to your questions. War plans are nothing for a young girl like yourself to be concerned with, understood?"

Rhaegar pressed you into submission with a tailored ease, pairing the underlying demand with a lazy smile that never failed to make your head spin. You bit back your own, nails digging into the draped sleeves of your dress as you clasped your hands behind you.

Of course, he'd seen right through you, cut off your prying for knowledge like any intuitive man of his nature would, and you desperately wanted to push past the restrictions he intended to set up. Still, the possibility of appearing too apt for valuable information made you hold your tongue.

You swallowed the pride, bubbling up to spill from your lips, pressing them into a small smile as you nodded in agreement. "I understand, uncle."

Rhaegar hummed in satisfaction, not bothered by his brother's palpable disdain. "She knows better than to ask us for such details, brother. You needn't mold her to be compliant." Aegon tugged you closer to him, hugging your side and making no move to let go.

You went still in his embrace, familiar with it, but not all pleased with how he spoke of your intentions or concerns.

Stupidity and obliviousness were never your strong suits, and having been pushed to the side and ignored by so many throughout your life made it easy for you to play on those faults better than most.

Rhaegar had grown wiser to your act sooner than Aegon, mentioning nothing of your love for secrets and manipulation to anyone in the simple efforts to bring you to heel at the direst times.

This was the perfect opportunity, and if his all-powerful brother could realize your intentions too, he could have the chance to relish in the delight Rhaegar did seeing your innocent facade falter. Aegon remained unwise to it, resting his chin on your shoulder after placing a ginger kiss on the exposed skin as a wordless apology for his younger's implication.

"No soul in this castle is out to get my throne, Rhaegar. Not my darling girl, anyway..." You shuddered against him as he kissed behind your ear, feeling the smile on his lips as he hugged you tighter. A blush painted your cheeks as his hands kneaded your waist through the fabric of your dress. This openly lustful action brought butterflies to your stomach and agitated Rhaegar to the point of impulsivity.

"Pawing at your niece is unbecoming of you, brother..." he made no effort to mince his words, mirroring Aegon's glare as you lowered your head in slight embarrassment. "She has yet to tell me to stop. It seems to bother you more than it does her..." Aegon chuckled at his blatant mocking, nipping at your ear to earn a soft whine and solidly his claim.

Rhaegar held his stare, failing to withhold an equally rousing laugh before lowering his head to meet yours. He found your eyes with his own as he spoke to you softly.

"Come to me.."

He says it only once, and you react with little thought, longing to feel him like Aegon held you. Your body shifted toward him, one step eliminating the space he'd maintained, and your lips found him with little hesitation or shame. Aegon grunted a scathing curse as you reached for his dark-haired twin, leaning back into him as the younger wrapped a hand around your throat, deepening the kiss with the slip of his tongue into your mouth. Rhaegar peered at his brother as you moaned against his lips, a smirk tugging at him the entire time.

"Bastard..." Aegon grumbled, refusing to show the shreds of amusement he felt seeing you crumble at the simplest pleasures, drooling trickling down your chin, and your weight pressing against him as the emanates of sense left you. It came as no surprise to Rhaegar when the older raised a hand to tangle in your hair, pulling on it so you had no choice but to break away from the heated kiss and his low whine of pain.

You let out shallow breaths, afraid to look into either of their eyes as you tried to compose yourself and ignore the needy warmth culminating in your belly. Aegon turned your head to him with subtle force, taking in the dazed expression on your face, the gradual swell of your plush lips, and the gloss of combined spit that lingered on them.

"Open." He commands in one breath, smiling when you do just as he asks and part your lips for him. He steals a glance at Rhaegar, smug as ever, and spits into your mouth with natural ease, turning his gaze back to you as it slides down your throat with a quiet whimper of his name. His lips come to meet your then, slow and harsh. A complete contrast to his brother's swift and sweet approach. He bites at your bottom lip, drowning in the muffled groan you give at the blooming pain he inflicts, returning it with a timid nip on his.

Your lungs burn for a breath. Aegon won't let you catch, so you peek at Rhaegar for help. You are torn between gratitude and confusion as he tightens his grip on your throat before using it to pull your lips away from his brothers and back to his.

He lets you go when your eyes water with tears, allowing Aegon to turn you around in his arms and hug you close. "It's been some time since we shared you, little one..."

It's a statement. It is a clear fact that you have no will to deny. Too lost in your head to respond appropriately or notice Rhaegar sitting in the nearest council chair. He lounges in it leisurely, head resting on one hand as he watches Aegon's hands begin unlacing your dress strings with unconscious finesse. You find your bearings then, feeling increasingly vulnerable as the eldest of them unties your bodice and steps forward until you have no choice but to be within his twin's reach.

"You've been so faithful and well-behaved for us, too. We'd hate to see you left unrewarded for that. Wouldn't we, brother?" Aegon eyed the brunette over your shoulder; a bittersweet smirk reflected as he nodded in agreement. "Wouldn't be very fair to her at all..." he speaks lowly compared to his brother's boastful tone, deeply embedded in his desires at the sight of your bare skin being exposed to him as your bodice slips to the stone floor.

You shiver as the air douses your skin, breasts pressed to Aegon's clothed chest, and the warmth he emits prompts them to be sensitive and pertinent. His hands find your sides again, steadying you in his hold while Rhaegar rips the fabric of your skirts. He does the same to your small clothes, letting them fall atop the torn clothing. "Wouldn't be very fair to us either."

A/N: A cliffhanger on a smut?... yeah, I know. I'm sorry, but I must lead you guys on before giving you the complete filth of it all...

{ BONUS CONTENT + }

Credits to creator and I literally watch this edit on repeat …it’s so fucking good ;) 🖤

[luxesiren]

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 — h.haganezuka x black!femreader

(⛧) description: hotaru can stay concentrated for hours upon hours and not let up, he wants to show you that skill — drabble

(⛧) warnings: smut, oral (fem), pussy drunk!haganezuka, praise, fingering, overstimulation, teasing. mdni

(⛧) author’s note: when i tell you that seeing this man’s face on my screen had me (s)creaming like i need him today, tomorrow, in the past, the future, in the afterlife…ALLAT. i need him like air fr. also, @smiley-babe this is for youuuu😋

how could one person stay so focused and unwavering through every single task? it seemed difficult but it wasn’t difficult for hotaru, it never was and he made it look so easy.

his concentration never faltered with anything he did and you didn’t think it would travel to your bedroom but there you were, laying on the bed, legs spread and mouth open from the onslaught of noises that flowed freely. his hands gripped your thighs and his mouth latched onto your clit, drool spilling from the side of his mouth and his eyes lidded in pleasure — practically drunk off the taste of you.

your hands finding purchase in his long hair and pulling him closer as if he wasn’t close enough, maybe it was you being greedy and wanting more and he was willing to give it to you.

his tongue swirled, licked, sucked and curled throughout your cunt and your vision faded in and out and his name tumbling out of your mouth, “h-hotaru, fuck, please”

he never said anything while concentrating but his eyes met yours and another high pitched moan bounced off the walls of the room. his hand snaking around your waist and resting there as he continued to pleasure you until your legs started to tremble and your juices flowed into his mouth, cum spilling out the side of his mouth and slowly dripping down his chin. the sight was sinful and you wanted the picture framed and hung so everyone could see it.

he licked you clean, his tongue moving up and down making sure not to miss a drop — how could he waste something so delicious and mind-blowing? his tongue entering your cunt for the second time that night making sure to clean every nook and cranny of your walls. your moans basically whines from the overstimulation, too sensitive from the mind-numbing orgasm you just received.

“mm it’s too much, hotaru! p-please, ‘s too much.” he never listened to your pleas, to which he knew you never meant but instead he always had something else planned. his mouth left your cunt and met your lips, his tongue entering your mouth and you moaned at the taste of yourself settling down on your tastebuds.

while on the other hand, his fingers made their way inside of your tight cunt. wet and warm and pulling his fingers deeper inside and he’s obsessed with the way you feel. he swallows every soft moan and low whine you release just because he can, pulling back he looks at you with nothing but focused eyes and small smirk, “feels good? i bet it does, you always liked how good i can fuck you with my fingers. now, be a good girl and let me concentrate, yeah?”

the deep concentration that it hotaru haganezuka will never cease to amaze you.

© 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 | do not steal, copy, or repost to other websites such as ao3 or wattpad

[woso-dreamzzz]

Protective

Mapi Leon x Ingrid Engen x Teen!Reader

Summary: You get injured

Mapi was on her feet the moment you went down.

She was sitting on the bench, having been subbed off earlier in the match. Ingrid was still on the pitch, playing in the defensive line while you were in your usual spot further up near the opposing goal.

"Mapi." Patri grasped her arm, the only thing stopping her from running on and giving the opposing defender a piece of her mind.

She watched as Ingrid sprinted the length of the pitch, without even stopping to think. You were lying on the ground, covering your face.

The defender was being yelled at by the ref as Alexia and Claudia stood nearby. The medics waited on the side, ready to come on the moment they were needed.

You were guided to a sitting position by Lucy and Ona just as Ingrid arrived. She crouched down in front of you, blocking Mapi's view for a moment before taking your face in her hands.

Mapi watched impatiently for a second as you turned to the side and spat out blood. It wasn't a lot but it was clearly enough to worry Ingrid, who hurriedly waved on the medics.

They grabbed at your face too, making you open and close it several times before shaking their heads at your coach.

You wouldn't be allowed to continue.

You were clapped off the pitch and didn't quite see Ingrid shoulder check the woman that took you down.

"Oh, bebita," Mapi said as you guided to the bench, an ice pack on your swollen jaw," Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," You said, though your speech was a little garbled," This is so unnecessary."

"You spat up blood," Mapi reminded you," That's pretty serious."

"That no good-" You let out a long string of curses in Swedish that would have Frido up in arms if she were there. "She's made of cement."

Mapi managed a little laugh at the outrage on your face but only a little. She reached out to move the icepack to the side.

Your jaw was a swelling mass of purple and blue and you winced when she touched it.

"Is it just this?"

You nodded. "They said it should be fine in a week or two."

"I was worried you broke it, bebita."

You grinned at her, all lopsided like a little puppy. "I haven't broken a bone in years," You said proudly.

"Well, let's keep it that way." Mapi patted your head and opened up her coat for you to snuggle into. "How do they even fix a broken jaw? Like, where do they put the cast?"

"They wire you to the teeth of the other jaw," You reported," I'd have to be on a liquid diet."

Both you and Mapi shivered in disgust.

"Well, let's just keep that jaw of yours bruised rather than broken."

You rolled your eyes, slumping further into Mapi's grip as you watched the game in front of you. Your jaw felt somewhat numb from the icepack and you pulled it away.

"Hey!" Mapi grabbed at your hand, moving it straight back to your jaw. "Keep that on there!"

"I'm fine," You said.

"Keep it there!" She insisted.

"My hand's cold," You complained.

Mapi snatched the ice pack from your hand, pressing it into your bruising jaw as she pulled out her gloves.

You knew that you wouldn't be able to get out of this one so just accepted your fate being held hostage by Mapi until the match was over.

But it wasn't just until the match was over.

Mapi fussed over you as you headed back onto the pitch to shake everyone's hands. You weren't that much shorter than her but it certainly felt like it as she led you around with a hand on your shoulder while the other kept the icepack firm against your face.

Patri and Pina both teased you from afar and you stuck your tongue out at them, your face turning red when you realised that this was absolutely going on social media tonight.

You didn't have time to dwell on it though because Ingrid appeared in front of you.

Her hands fluttered over your face. "Are you okay? How are you? How is she?"

"A few weeks out," Mapi replied," It's just bruised though, no breaking."

"That's good." Ingrid tucked you into her side. "You're coming home with us tonight, right?" She glanced at Mapi. "You've told her that she's coming back with us tonight, right?"

Mapi shrugged. "I didn't think that I had to. She comes home with us every time she's injured."

You puffed out your cheeks in annoyance. "I'm not injured, not really."

They both set you a look that had you chuckling awkwardly.

"We're getting takeout, right? Because I'm injured?"

Ingrid grinned at you, tucking you further under her arm and taking custody of the ice pack. "If you stop complaining, then yes."

You grinned back at her, more than happy to shut up and shake everybody's hand - even if Patri and Pina wandered closer to poke fun at you.

"Er...l/n, hey," The defender who took you down said.

You had been left alone briefly, Ingrid called away by Jonatan and Mapi talking with one of her friends. "Oh...hey..."

"Look, I'm really sorry about your face."

"It's fi-"

"You should be."

Ingrid and Mapi appeared on either side of you. Mapi passed you a fresh icepack and Ingrid tucked you into her side again.

"You could have seriously hurt her," Ingrid continued," Like broken her jaw, kind of hurt."

This was perhaps, more embarrassing than Patri and Pina teasing you. You already knew that cameras were going to be focused on this interaction.

"It's fine," You cut in quickly," Let's just drop it, alright? I'll be fine. We're good."

The defender, clearly catching on that they needed to vacate quickly, shook your hand. "We're good," She repeated," Cool."

"You let her off too easy," Mapi said as her eyes tracked the retreating player," She could have really hurt you."

"But she didn't and she already got carded. No harm, no foul."

"Except there was harm and there was a foul," Ingrid said. She steered you towards the tunnel, turning your back on the opposing player and thus ending the conversation.

Mapi lingered for a moment, glaring daggers before she turned around too.

"So," She said as Ingrid pressed the icepack a bit firmer into your bruising jaw," What are we thinking for dinner? I vote sushi!"

[ghostbustting]

Going on vacation with current james and he is always horny because he is seeing you in a bikini all the time soooo (maybe Marathon sex??) ☺️

kinda short, but mmgmtmdhdjsns 🤭 (also, happy late late birthday to semaj)

╰┈➤“𝑩𝑬𝑨𝑼𝑻𝒀„ ๋࣭⭑

Current!James Hetfield x Reader

Contains Smut.

My body felt terribly weak, limp, tired. As well as my throat feeling sore from all the filthy noises I have let out for the past.. two hours, possibly, or three. I couldn’t even tell how long have we spent our time on this vacation just in our hotel room, bedsheets messy, our minds completely forgotten about the seconds ticking on the clock, not even noticing when rain starts trickling down onto the hotel room balcony, not even stopped by the time the rain stops.

His body was all I felt, his soul connected to mine. My eyes couldn’t help but gaze up and down the beautiful man in front of me, bare. Meanwhile I had to give in to his request, my bikini set staying on my fucked up state of a body, sweat all over my skin as I let the older man take great care of me— or rather, himself.

The whole morning, as we spent our time at the beach, my skin weren’t so oblivious to the eyes that rakes up and down my body, the only thing covering me being my bikini set that James seems to adore on me, his eyes never leaving the way the bikini top desperately try to cover up my breasts as I play around the beach, or the way my bikini bottom almost failed to cover up my ass, never failing to make his tongue dart out to swiftly lick over his bottom lip.

No wonder he was stuck on that damned deckchair the whole time, the towel we got from the hotel draped across his lap, a pathetic attempt to hide his hard boner that’s seeking freedom from behind his swimming trunks, one of his hand tucked under the towel and the trunks, desperately trying to get off before the boner gets worse, thinking I wouldn’t notice the quiet fucking moans leaving his lips every now and then, it was so obvious. And it was obvious as well that jerking off at this point did not work for him.

I supposed that was what led us here, on the hotel bed, fucking for what I remembered is our seventh round by this point.. or was it eighth?

James had me on all fours for him, his hands on my hips as he was on his knees behind me, his fucking jerk of a dick leaving and entering my numb and swollen hole, weak and desperate whimpers leaving my lips as I try to hold onto my position, my legs and hands shaking.

”Fuck.. so nice.. so good..” He groaned, fingers on my ass cheeks, nails digging into the soft skin ever so slightly, red from the countless times he had hit me there previously. Not that I mind.

Several parts of my body felt itchy, especially my neck, chest, and thighs. Those are from what I suspect are his teeth bitten marks, always hurts yet always make me feel so good, wanted, needed. The moment James loses control of himself, he was always like a puppy that’s been let out of his cage. Wild. Mean. Uncontrollable.

Tears were streaming down my red cheeks, pouring down onto the pillow below me, now soaked from my salty tears. I couldn’t quite feel my body completely, feeling several aching, yet the way his cock fill my desperate hole up is just way too irresistible, feeling him move in and out of me, the tip of his cock hitting every spots I didn’t even know exist in me before he showed me.

My breath came out in gasped heavy ones with every thrusts he made, fingers clutching onto the sheets below me tightly, trying to hold onto something desperately, cause it truly feels like I’m about to fall and drown into a sea of unbearable lust if I didn’t hold onto anything.

”J-James.. please..” I gasped out, panting as my hand gave up on keeping my position up, my body falling from being on all fours, limp on the bed, flinching every time he thrusts into me as small sobs leave my lips, “A-ah.. mm..” I whimpered, biting into the sheets to prevent myself from letting out more noises.

I just felt so weak. I can’t even release anymore, my body was aching so much. But at the same time, he felt so good. He make me feel so loved.

James grabbed my hips and pull them up, making my ass perk up on display for him as he held onto my waist, his cock thrusting in and out of me like there was no tomorrow. “Shit.. one more, princess.. okay? Can you do that for me?” He breathed out, shaking his head as he try to focus on his movements.

Despite being terribly weak, I force myself to nod and whimper out a silent, “Y-yes, James..”

He let out a breathless chuckle, stroking my skin as he whispered out in that goddamn seducing voice, “Atta girl..”

My eyes were as wide as they can get, almost popping out of their sockets as his thrusts make my mind swirl, losing control of myself as all I could do was just lay there underneath his big body, voicing out the pleasure he make me feel, eyes rolled to the back of my head.

”God.. fuck.. you’re so fucking enchanting.. that fucking bikini.. it makes me go insane.. what did your parents do to create you?”

His endless compliments only increased the tightness of the knot that was yet again appearing in my stomach for what felt like the thousands time now, my moans coming out in between my choked sobs, my fingers grasping to any part of the bedsheets I could hold onto around me.

”Let go, princess.. let go..”

And that’s what I did, my release this time gushing out fast, squirting all over his cock as I screamed out his name like my life depended on it, my walls clenching around his cock one last time as he pumped in and out of me and let go of his own release as well, groaning loudly.

I feel the sticky cum of his coat the inside of me, making me whimper at the feeling, overstimulated by how many times he had done that for the past two hours, not even able to feel anything now. Just numb. But so fucking pleased by the way he treated me.

Slowly, I begin to relax into the mattress below me, my chest heaving up and down, the breath coming out of me were unstable and shaky, my legs still shaking somehow. “You’re fucking crazy, James..” I shook my head with a huff.

James leaned down to my face, his fingertips coming to touch my cheek, his thumb darting out to wipe away my tear and stroke my cheek lovingly before he whispers, “Too bad we’re not done yet.”

[manias-wordcount]

love your work, especially "the eternity game" fic. can i request a somewhat continuation of it where the reader finally guessed the name right so the trio made her finally get the release she wanted but they didn't stop ripping orgasm after orgasm until the reader passed out.

The Eternity Game (Yae, Sara, Baal) PART TWO

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗮 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗶'𝘃𝗲 𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝗹

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁!! 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗽 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝗲𝘅 (𝗳𝗲𝗺 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴), 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗺𝘂𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻

𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁: 𝗼𝗻𝗲 || 𝘁𝘄𝗼

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

You don’t remember which name you said.

Your body was spent and the blindfold still wrapped around your head made it so very hard to ground yourself. Your muscles were tight and aching from your constant squirming and thrashing as your hips would always try to race away from whoever had their face buried in your lower lips. Your arms felt heavy from being tied up and suspended in various positions for so, very long. And your voice was just barely left after what must have nearly honors of you moaning and whining and whimpering and nearly screaming while under the care of your Archon and her allies. So it must have been very clear to everyone that at this point, your mind was just nearly gone. You couldn’t think further than the identities of the three women in the room with you and just how mind-numbing this pleasure can truly be after going round after round. 

But that’s what they wanted to see. That’s the type of show they wanted to take part in. The type of show they wanted you to perform. To see you all bothered and whiny and wet and overstimulated, and to continue making you bothered and whiny and wet and overstimulated time after time. Until you’ve won the game. Or until your body truly couldn’t take any more of it.

So when you were suddenly told by your Archon to give a guess at the name- any name, really- of which of the two women were currently face down into your pussy with their lips wrapped around your overly sensitive clit and their tongue occasionally trying to squeeze its way into your wet, messy hole, you just the first one you could think of. 

But whichever one it was, it must have been right. 

Because a second later, everything stopped. And then, your Archon spoke.

“Well done, my little one,” She cooed at you. And even in your utterly exhausted state of mind, you still found it in you to mewl at her words, relishing in the praise you received. “You did it, sweetheart. I’m so proud of you.”

You wiggled against your restraints. You told your Archon how thankful you were to be in her good graces. How thankful you were to be hers. At the same time, the pair of hands that had been fondling your breasts and pinching at your hardened nipples back away with a single sweet and a swat to one of your breasts. And the mouth that had been attached to your poor, poor abused pussy disappeared with one more sweet kiss to your clit. A sign that you’ve survived another game. A sign that you’ll live to play another day. But a sign that things have finally come to a close.

“We had to keep going for a while there,” The familiar teasing drawl of Yae Miko makes its way into your ears as you hear movement around the bed you’re currently on. It both sounds and feels like she has climbed to get a bit closer to you. In an attempt to signal to her, you try to turn to the sound and push your bound wrists in her direction. You, Archon, were still holding you in her lap, her hands hooked beneath your thighs in a comprising position. There wasn’t much she could do for you at the moment, but perhaps the Guuji would be the one to free you. Though unfortunately for you, she seemed to pay your wrists or the silk rope binding them together no mind. It seemed her mind was more in favor of taking one of her long, long nails and dragging them up the skin of your inner thigh just to get you squirming again. “I’m almost convinced you were guessing wrong on purpose.”

You didn’t like the voice she used for her accusation. It makes you whimper. It makes you feel shameful. So you shook your head the best you could and murmured out a “No, no, no!” as your voice was too spent to say or form anything more coherent. 

“I think she was,” Kujou Sara piped in after a moment, once Yae Miko’s laughter at your insistence had died down. The tone the Tengu used was more thoughtful. More analytical of the situation. You heard her voice get closer to you as she adjusted her own position on the bed, and reached a hand out to touch your skin. Her touch wasn’t as teasing as the Guuji’s, but the feeling of her hand smoothing over your stomach in an almost possessive matter that you know would have gotten almost any other person in the world in trouble did have you feeling the sort of flighty butterflies inside your body that make it hard for you to think. But as soft as her touch was, the Tengu’s next words bit at you with the type of force that has you growing upset all over again. “I’ve nearly seen her move so sluttily before. She was enjoying herself so thoroughly this around.”

You let another whine at her degradation- the loudest one you’ve managed so far. But your Archon hushes you almost instantly with a warning pat to your thighs.

“Shh, it’s alright little one. You don’t have to be ashamed. We know the truth.” The Raiden Shogun whispers into your ear. It’s followed by more dirty words from her. Words about how she noticed the way you were moving your hips so greedily for their allies. Words about how you were always just so wet and ready for whatever tongue was tongue was lapping at your precious lower lips. And you hated it. You hated it so much because as she spoke to you more- as she spoke to you in more, and more detail- you felt your body grow warm and lonely once more. You felt like you needed the very touch she was describing, despite how exhausted you felt now. But how could you forget who you were dealing with? How could you forget that this was something she planned. How could you forget… “Now girls. I believe this break has gone on for long enough. It’s time she gets her reward.”

…that this was all part of the game.

As soon as you heard the word reward being purred into your ear while being directed to the other two women in the room, you felt your blood freeze. It was like a bucket of cold, cold water was dumped onto your body. A shock to your system to make you realize that you had forgotten the second part of the game you were playing.

The fact that once you win- once you figure out the person who was spending all that time contributing to your overstimulated bouts of pleasure and making your body shake and quiver into the mess you currently are? They allow you to cum. They get to make you cum. 

If this were earlier, you would have been so excited. You would have been shaking in anticipation, unable to hold in the fact that you wanted, no- NEEDED- to cum so, so, so very badly and you were finally going to get the orgasm you were so desperate for.

But you’ve passed that point a long, long time ago. 

Because instantly your feel one of them climb up and reach over your body to wrap their lips around your clit again while someone else reached out and squeezed two fingers inside of your pussy and pumped them in and out and in and out and in and out. Like you weren’t just some girl being pleased and pleasured by another. Like you were truly and utterly the mindless toy they treat and see you as in this moment.

And surprisingly, it’s exactly what you needed. 

Who’s lips, was it? Who’s fingers was it? You don’t know. You don’t care. All you know is that almost instantly, the orgasm you had been holding in for so, so, so very comes washing over your poor battered, and beaten body like a tidal wave. The moan you voice out is just as loud and intense and as long as your orgasm. Perhaps even longer. 

But as you ride out that wave of pleasure, and finally get the relief through the release that had been put off so long, your body grows even more weary than it was before. That exhaustion- it had truly seeped into you at this point. Because your voice dies down as soon as you stop seeing white. And all your weight comes crashing down on the Raiden Shogun as she continues to support your form. And you feel happy. So, so happy. Because you’ve finally won. You finally received the reward. You finally beat the game. You’ve best your Archon. You’ve best her allies. You’ve bested Eternity. But…

“Wait, what you-? I- I already came! Why are you-?”

They haven’t stopped pleasing you yet. 

You should have realized it from the beginning. You should have realized it from the very moment your orgasm started. Because never once did they slow down. Because they seemed so eager. So much more calculated. So much more cruel.

And so another orgasm passes. Your second one of this particular moment, but perhaps the third or fourth of the day? And then another one comes to be. This one, you could almost swear it was the Guuji’s tricky tongue against your clit that caused it. While the one after it seemed to have been the forceful motions of the Tengu’s fingers stretching you out nice and wide like no one’s business. And then another. And then another one? Or was that still the same orgasm? What about the one after that? Or the one after that? You don’t know. You don’t know.

It’s getting impossible to focus. It’s getting impossible to keep your eyes open and your mouth from moaning and dribbling drool just about everyone on your body. It’s getting impossible to distinguish between the voices you hear as they blend together. And even more impossible to think about anything other than staying awake and trying to face the pleasure-filled onslaught being delivered to you. 

But your body- it can’t take it anymore. It couldn’t then. And it surely isn’t take it now. But one more, your Archon coos to you. She can take it, the Tengu asserts to the room. I know she likes it, the Guuji teases the others. But at this point, you have said nothing. 

Because at this point, you had lost to the Eternity Game. Not by the rules. Not in body. But in mind. In spirit. Because at this point, you had already lost count of how long it has been. How many orgasms you had ruined. And how many orgasms you had thrust upon you in such a short time. 

Because at this point, you had already lost consciousness. And there’s nothing you or anyone else could do about it now. But at the very least…

“Oh, would you look at that. She’s cumming again~”

…the other could enjoy the show.

[pinkofatom]

A mindless toy

Headphones hugged your ears. Lights caressed your face. Deep breaths calmed your troubled mind. Thirsty your gaze devoured the text. Word after word passed your lips. Body numb and relaxed.

"You are a mindless fucktoy." The message played through your head — entering your mind via eyes and ears. Your tongue moved of its own accord. The word fucktoy rolled across it and off your lips. It tasted so good. "You have no thoughts. No will." A shiver of excitement shot through you, goosebumps spreading from the top of your head all the way to your feet. A gasp escaped your throat. "Your purpose is to be used." The voice said it with a matter-of-fact tone that somehow resonated with your being.

You felt the words sink into your brain, like water into the parched earth, seeping deep down to where they belonged, where they were meant to go. A sense of rightness settled over you.

A single thought surfaced, rising up from the depths of your subconscious — "Yes."

"You exist only to obey orders." Your breathing sped up as the voice went on, "You are not capable of making decisions or thinking for yourself. Everything you say, everything you do is because of what you are told." A tingle shot down your spine at these words — they sounded so true. So right.

"You will always be horny and ready for action." You gasped at that, feeling heat spreading through you as if on cue. Arousal pooled in your belly. "Your body responds automatically — constantly aroused and ready for use." Soft moans escaped your lips as your body obeyed without question. You felt yourself getting wet, nipples hardening, clit throbbing with desire. "Your mind craves sex more than anything else. You are a mindless fucktoy."

As you listened intently to the recording, you found yourself becoming lost in the experience — forgetting everything else but the words that were playing on repeat in your ears and the text you read with unwavering focus. Everything else faded into nothingness, disappearing behind the wall of lust and obedience that was forming around your mind. The voice was so persuasive, so compelling.

"I am a mindless fucktoy." The words silently formed on your lips. Your tongue tasted each letter. The delicious submission coated with sweetness.

Your breathing grew faster, skin flushing, eyes half-lidded. Your entire existence narrowed down to those two things — listening and reading.

"I am a mindless fucktoy." Every part of your being ached with longing and need. Your hands gripped your thighs tightly.

It was like being in a trance, your mind blanking completely except for the single focus on those phrases — that became your whole self. Your body felt so heavy and relaxed, as though you'd melted into the chair. You were sinking into a sea of blissful oblivion. A sigh escaped your parted lips as another shiver of excitement rushed through you.

The words continued, repeating again and again, imprinting on your mind and soul. Your tongue continued to form each syllable. More and more you turned into what they described.

"Mindless fucktoy. Mindless fucktoy." It was so true. You were nothing but an object of pleasure, a plaything that existed for others' satisfaction.

A part of you tried to fight it — to resist the pull of these ideas. To cling to your sense of self. To your free will and independence. To not give up and submit completely. To not succumb to the growing need and desire building within you. But it was no use — those thoughts were drowned out by the overwhelming waves of want that crashed over you again and again with every passing second.

"Your mind is empty, blank and happy." The voice echoed inside you, filling you with warmth and contentment. It made you feel good, made everything feel so right and perfect.

"My mind is empty, blank and happy." Monotone. Without inflection you repeated the mantra. A smile spread across your face as the last of the tension faded from your body. You relaxed further, sinking deeper into the cushion of the chair. You stopped caring about anything else. Nothing mattered but this — listening to the recording, reading the text. Becoming what you truly were — a mindless fucktoy.

You continued listening and repeating for a while longer, letting yourself fall ever deeper into the hypnotic haze. Your body ached, throbbing with the intense arousal that had been steadily building in you.

For hours you continued — until a message arrived. Without any input a chat had opened — your webcam activated.

"What are you?"

The words seemed to float up from within your mind as though it had been there all along. As though it belonged to you, as if it were yours. It felt so natural to answer it — so instinctive to respond without thinking.

"A mindless fucktoy."

A warm sensation of joy flooded you, a feeling of completion filling your being.

"Good toy. Now stand up and take off all your clothes."

"Yes, Master." There was no hesitation or question in your voice, no need for further instruction. Without pause or resistance, you rose from your seat and removed each piece of clothing , carefully folding each article as you stripped bare.

Master's eyes scanned over every inch of your body — their hungry gaze roaming across every exposed bit of flesh — taking in the sight before them with clear appreciation.

The cool air of the room felt amazing against your naked skin — goosebumps prickling up and down your limbs. It made you even more aware of just how turned-on you had become. A soft whimper left your lips as you stood still, letting them admire their new possession.

"What a catch," they cooed. "Now be a good fucktoy and show me how you pleasure yourself." The command washed through you like a wave crashing upon shore, flooding every fiber of your being, sending delicious tingles throughout every nerve ending.

"Yes, Master." You didn't even hesitate. Your hands moved instantly, fingers tracing lightly over the contours of your curves, caressing and teasing as they made their way downwards. The gentle touch was electrifying. Each move filled with efficient fluidity. Your eyes remained focused on Master — never once looking away from the screen where their gaze devoured every inch of your body. "Mmmm." A quiet moan escaped you, your body reacting instinctively, arching slightly into your own caress, muscles flexing beneath soft supple skin. "Ah!" A louder gasp followed as you brushed past sensitive spots.

"Yes, a very good catch. Now my dear, let's talk about your future tasks..."

[ryiju-muunie]

male!reader x gojo? meet n fuck at a club?

Habits

18+ viewer discretion is advised

Male!dom!reader/sub!Satoru Gojo Warnings: hook up, blowjob, make out, drug use [smoking weed], drinking, slight angst, gojo kinda hates himself ngl, rebound, dub-con [ both parties are inebriated], over the clothes grinding Word count: 1541 DESC: I make it fast and greasy, I’m numb, way too easy ; Trying to get over his break up Gojo meets you and has some fun

Hi anon! I kind of did my own angsty spin on this bc when I think of club hookups I think of heavy partying and trying to forget your mistakes

I think Gojo definitely needs to forget some stuff after his breakup with Suguru 😛

After the first puff, you start to feel numb. 

The second makes it all too easy to forget. That’s what he wanted; To forget. Satoru didn’t want to remember that day, even if it replayed in his mind for hours on end. He didn’t need to see the love of his life walk away. But time and time again it appeared. 

The third puff, you start to lose feeling in your body. That’s what he wanted; Numbness. In his mind. In his body. In his soul. Nothing could take his mind off of Suguru except for the drugs he continued to smoke, or drink, or eat. To taste anything other than his mouth on his tongue. 

After the seventh puff, you forget you’re even a person, floating on earth. The loud lights and the thumping music made it hard to concentrate, so Satoru didn’t notice the eyes you were making at him from across the club. He felt one foot and the other was heavy, almost made of concrete. He walked with a slouch, a limp even, trying to make his way to the bar. It was a bad idea to drink after smoking a whole joint, a joint he wasn’t used to ingesting. But he didn’t care. He wanted something to numb the stinging in his soul. Something like a hookup. He hadn’t had sex in weeks; Someone cuming in him would surely numb the pain, right?

“Hey,” he heard a voice purr behind him. Slowly, the man turned around and nodded in your direction. He couldn’t deny it, you were hot. The way you carried yourself and the way you stood, he knew you liked it rough. Maybe that’s what he needed, something rough and nasty. Something hard and quick. 

“Hey,” Satoru replied, raising his hand to wave. You slumped into the barstool next to him, ordering you both a round of drinks. From the way your voice croaked and slightly slurred, he could tell you were as out of it as he was. 

“What’s someone like you doing in this filthy place?” You asked, leaning back against the bar to look at the other man. 

Gojo sighed and looked down at his hands, pale and shaking, “Trying to forget some stuff. You know…” He motioned to the bar, “With some drinks.” To that, you laughed. Your laugh was nice, something he wanted to hear again and again. It was a strange feeling. Not love, not lust, but a sense of comfort. You seemed safe. 

“You and me both,” your smile widened. Then you introduced yourself, extending your hand to him. He took it slowly, almost feeling out of place in his movements. In his own body. 

“Satoru,” he replied, a lazy smile pulling at either corner of his mouth. Your hands molded together in a pleasant shake. 

Satoru wasn’t sure how long it took before your touches became more frequent. Maybe it was after the second drink, your arm wrapped around his shoulders, or your fingers brushing against his back. He was on fire, aching for you to relieve it. All he needed was someone to fuck him senseless and you looked like a pretty good candidate. Hot, single, and ready to leave with no strings attached. That’s all he needed; To be held and then thrown to the ground. You pulled him into the crowd at some point, maybe after the fourth drink?

It was all becoming so hazy he didn’t realize his hands were trailing around your waist. You stifled a laugh, breathing into his ear with a grin. You felt like heaven. Gojo bit his lip and pressed his face into your shoulder, inhaling the smell of your cologne, “So…” He pulled back, two blue eyes meeting yours. He couldn’t finish his sentence without a laugh tumbling out, “You gonna kiss me?” One of his eyebrows raised as if it was a challenge. But really, it was an invitation- like he was practically begging you to plant your lips on his and dominate him. Fucking your tongue into his mouth until he couldn’t breathe, until all he could taste was you. 

You laughed, nodding lazily. Two hands that were on his waist trailed up the sides of his body to grab his face. You pulled him into a kiss, making the man moan within an instant. Satoru tilted his head and pressed himself against your body, molding against you. He could feel your boner raging in your pants, straining just for him. He couldn’t admit the fact he was leaking too much for him to handle. It was different, being erect while being completely and utterly gone. It was euphoric, the pleasure slowly washing over his body. It took only minutes before your hands were trailing down his body, grabbing, fondling, pulling. He was touching you too, running his hands through your hair and gripping it tightly as your tongue fucked his gaping mouth. He relished in the pleasure, the lights flashing against his skin and the music filling his senses. It was hot, it was sticky. It was everything and nothing. As if Satoru could feel you too much but you were so far away.

“M..more,” Gojo pulled back, lips swollen from your own. You didn’t have to be told twice, pushing him out of the crowd and letting him follow you. Lines blurred together as you both stumbled toward the men's bathroom. Pushing together, it was humid as you threw open the door and threw the man into one of the stalls. It was dirty and grimy but he was already at a low point, what did it matter? He wanted to taste you, to feel you, to make you numb his senses. 

Your lips found him again and sucked on his bottom lip, biting down just to get a reaction. Satoru moaned and threw his head back, rutting his hips against your front. You both were grinding against each other, for any kind of friction, any kind of sensation. He needed to forget and he needed to cum. On you, on anything, on someone that wasn’t … him. Satoru blinked a few times and pushed you back, your legs stumbling back to the toilet. You eyed him hazily as he knelt down to his knees, motioning for you to take off the belt. He needed to do this, he wanted to do this. Your cock sprung out of your jeans after you pulled them down, throbbing and aching for release. His tongue ran a line across his bottom lip, eyeing the tip of your cock. 

“Fuck my face,” he croaked, clearing his throat and looking back at you, “Fuck my face until I cry.” He didn’t have to tell you twice, did he? He never did. You listened, you wanted to do this and leave just as much as he did. Get your quick high then go back to drinking the night away, right? You snaked your hands in his hair as he positioned your dick in his mouth. You didn’t give him time to breathe and began to thrust, pulling him down to your base and then out. You did this sort of motion, forcing Satoru’s face into you as you thrust. It was overwhelming for him but he didn’t care, it was hot. It was so hot, and sticky, and humid. His hands grabbed onto your hips, digging nails into your skin to stabilize himself. You let out a moan and threw your head back, using him like a fleshlight. It made him undeniably hard. So hard, that he forgot why he was there in the first place. All he could think about was the pleasure he got from letting you use him. All he could think about was maybe getting your number to make this a regular thing. 

“F..fuck,” you groaned, looking back at him through rows of your eyelashes, “You’re hot.. yo..mm you’re so hot,” you bit your bottom lip, suddenly feeling a wave of pleasure. It was too much, Satoru was too much. His mouth fucked you so good, better than any toy, better than any girl. You needed this and he needed you. Your hand scrunched up his white locks and yanked him down as you snapped your hips, in perfect rhythm. It was only a few more seconds of bliss before you came into his mouth, causing him to gag. 

“Swallow it,” you pressed your lips together, keeping your cock in his mouth as you ground your hips through your high, “Fucking.. Swallow it.” 

Satoru looked up at you with a pleasured expression and nodded, taking a bit of time to swallow without choking. You hadn’t noticed, but he was touching himself over his pants. What a needy little thing. He whined as you pulled your penis from his mouth and got him to his feet, then slammed him against the stall door. Gojo gasped and you two were back to a sticky make-out session. Both of the men's skin was littered with sweat, rolling down his temples and down his forearms. But you didn’t care, he didn’t care either. 

You both were going to fuck each other until you were numb and forgetting about what it was you were running from. 

[gremlinmodetweeker]

The House is On Fire, and Everyone is Laughing and Smiling (pt 2)

Yeah you read that right, part two is finally out! Read part one HERE and enjoy the second hurt-comfort part of the fic. I will say, this is the part EVERYONE has been waiting for, including myself. It's a very sweet piece, but it made me hurt because ahhhh they're cute but so dumb!

Anyways,

TW: sorta cheating, sorta revenge cheating, they were never together so is it cheating?, angst (BUT DON'T WORRY THIS IS THE ONE WHERE THEY GET CLOSER)

Wordcount: 3.2k

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The House is On Fire, and Everyone is Laughing and Smiling (pt 2)

“Where is she?”

The voice sounded familiar. You were only just able to make it out through the fog wreathing your head.

“She’s in the bathroom,” you heard someone else say.

“How long has she been in there?”

“An hour, I think.”

You blinked slowly. You were roused, but only just. Soon you were slipping away.

A loud slamming on the door had your eyes cracking open again.

“Dude, what the fuck!”

“Who the hell are you? Wait, what are you doing to my door!?”

SLAM.

“Dude you need to leave.”

“Hey hey HEY! Don't TOUCH me!”

SLAM.

“What’s your fucking problem?”

“Get out of here!”

SLAM.

A few more shouts, but you heard Shauna as clear as day.

“Wait, König?”

König?

No, that was impossible. König was never invited. Why would he be here? Wait, did you even text him the address?

“YOU NEED TO LEAVE.”

The door burst forth. You could hardly see, but you could see something big above you.

“Guys back up, let the big guy through.”

"Is he leaving?"

"He'd better be..."

You felt yourself get hoisted up into the air. Panic welled up in your chest.

“Shh… It’s okay,” a kind voice soothed you, “you’re okay now.”

“So, you’re König?”

“Get the fuck out of my way, little man.”

You felt a steady bobbing motion as you were carried through the air. You blinked once, twice, and fell back asleep.

—

You woke up in a beautiful bed. You’d never felt more comfortable in your entire life than you did when you stretched your body under the wonderfully heavy duvet. The pillows held your head securely, and when you arched your back you could feel a wonderfully warm body pillow behind you.

“Ach, you’re awake.”

Not a body pillow.

You rolled over clumsily, somewhat panicked and yet still feeling numbed by whatever had been flowing through your system last night. Shit, your head hurt. Did you have painkillers anywhere?

“It hurts, ja? Let me get you something.”

He crawled over top of you to grab something, then bent down to push a pill onto your tongue. You automatically swallowed when he poured water down your throat. You coughed before falling back to the bed. You felt like your stomach was a pit trying to invert itself as you writhed in the bedding. Your head felt heavy and the light filtering through the curtains pierced the back of your skull, pounding with your heart in your chest. What the hell happened last night?

“Go ahead and rest,” König whispered into your ear, “it’s okay. Just relax. It’ll be better soon.”

“I wanna die,” you moaned.

“Shhh, it’ll be okay,” König crawled back to your side and lay beside you, “I’ll be here for you.”

You shuddered. And yet, the bed was so inviting, and his scent was draped around you like a warm mink coat. He was everywhere all at once, just like you’d dreamed of for so long. But why? Why did he have to be perfect after you’d already gone off with someone else? Why was he being so good to you? Didn’t he hate you?

“You’re thinking too much,” König nuzzled into your neck, so close to your gland and yet just far enough away to make it seem innocuous.

“‘M not,” you mumbled into the covers.

“You are, little one,” König chuckled, “think later. It’s time for bed, ja?”

“But… Why are you being so nice to me?” you tried to look at him but he gently pushed you face back into the sheets.

“Rest now,” his voice took a stern tone before thawing like Spring's last snow, “I’ll tell you everything when you get up, but I can’t tell you anything while you’re like this.”

“Why not?”

“You might not remember.”

You wanted to argue, but you were too tired. Instead, you rested back into the covers and closed your eyes to drift back into nebulous darkness.

—

Your eyes finally opened again, this time without feeling like actual death had you in a choke hold. Though your head still ached and swam wildly when you moved too quickly, but it wasn’t as daunting as before. Before? Yes, before. There had been a before. That’s right, you had woken up before.

“König?” your voice cracked through the still air.

“I’m here,” came the reply from behind you.

You gingerly shifted to your back, then cautiously rolled over to see König laying beside you. The bedding just barely came up to his pecs, showing off that he wasn’t wearing a shirt. Instead, he seemed to be perfectly comfortable being at the very least half naked beside you.

“What’re you doing here?” you croaked.

“I’m comforting my omega,” he replied and pulled you to him, “you had quite the adventure last night.”

“Did I?” memories of last night came bubbling up the surface, “oh, I did.”

Shaun, Eric, Rick, the woman, the drinks, the fire and the stars, they all flitted through your mind.

“Ja you did,” König chuckled, “but don’t worry, it’s over now.”

“Is it?” you whispered.

“It is.”

You closed your eyes, and despite your better judgment, leaned your head onto his chest. He was so beautifully warm. It was so warm, soft and comfortable. It was glorious. It couldn’t get better than this, could it? It was just so nice to be here, finally, after pining for so long. Of course, he was only comforting you after the disaster that had been last night, but it was something beautiful to behold. In this moment, you could pretend to be his beloved omega, his little pet, his only love. Of course it wasn’t true, but you wanted it to be. Oh how you wanted it to be.

König rubbed your back soothingly, helping you fully unwind in his bedding.

Now that you thought about it, you were finally in his nest. This was where he slept each night, where he scented, where he… Okay maybe your thoughts needed to be reeled back in.

“Are you comfortable?” 

Bless König for knowing just when to interrupt your thoughts.

“Um, well, I’m better,” you stumbled over yourself, words clotting on your tongue like blood in dirty bandages.

“That’s good,” König mumbled. He looked down at you, his blue blue eyes suddenly seeming so sad again. Why did he always look so sad when you just wanted him to smile?

“Are you okay?” you asked meekly.

“Me?” König snorted as his mouth quirked up into a wry smirk, “I’m fine. I’m more worried about you.”

“I’m a bit better, but…” you looked down at the bedding, “this is your nest, isn’t it?”

“It is,” König admitted, “it's nice to share, no?”

You wished he’d tell you to stay, make yourself at home for while you're ill. You wanted to hear that you were always welcome here for a bit longer. Better yet, don’t go. Don’t leave him. Make your nest within his own, shape this nest into one for the both of you, make it together.

He said no such thing. Instead, his words hung in the air, tacked in place like dirty stockings over the smouldering embers of a fire.

“Do you like it here?” König asked with a strange sort of hesitancy, “most people say my scent is too strong…”

“I think it’s nice,” for emphasis you snuggled into his pillow.

The muscles around König’s neck relaxed. You didn’t even realize they were tense in the first place. Goes to show how attentive you were to you alpha, you supposed.

“That’s good,” his words clunked together like rusted gears, “I’m happy you like it.”

You thought carefully for a moment. You learned something important last night. Before your memories cut out, before you got lost in that fog, you remembered talking to someone. Right, Rick. That's why you remembered him. He said something to you that set you on edge. Or was it just that he set you on edge in general? You didn’t know, but something felt wrong when you thought about him.

The memory flashed through your mind like white lightening, setting your mind ablaze with fear. Earlier that night, he'd seen you for what you were. You couldn't hide from another alpha. Not from his nose at least. But were all alphas the same?

“Alphas have good senses of smell, right?” you asked hesitantly.

König nodded slowly, his eyes already drooping into their usual melancholic state.

“So you could smell him then, couldn’t you,” you whispered.

König’s smile was so kind. It hurt to look at him smile like that, so pained and yet trying so hard to please you. Weren’t you meant to be the one pleasing him? Why did he have to look so sad, even when he smiled?

“I always knew,” he murmured, his eyes downcast to where his hand lay beneath his great head.

“Since the first trip to the farmer’s market?” you asked.

“The moment you came back I knew,” he admitted, “I always knew.”

Your closed your eyes. Shame flushed through you, ridding you of any puppy love you had for Shaun. Shaun. Now the name sound like ‘shun’, and how you wished you were shunned. You wished he’d hate you. You wanted him to cry and scream, but instead he smiled at you to try and ease your pain.

It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t right that he knew. He was never supposed to know, he was never supposed to find out. You tried to keep your voice down late at night, you tried to hide your phone screen from his eyes, you tried so hard to keep this from him but he knew since the very beginning. It was all for naught.

All the dates with Shaun over the past couple of months. Every weekend, sometimes on a weekday. Every time you rode in his car he could smell the fast food burned into your clothes.

“You at least could’ve brought back a doughnut for me,” König chuckled at his little joke, but it only served to twist the knife further in.

He knew about the damn doughnuts. His nose really did tell him everything he needed to know, didn’t it? You felt so stupid.

“I didn’t know you knew,” you tried to justify but even you knew your words were hollow.

“We were never mates,” König’s grin was full of bitter, clenched teeth, “how could I tell you no?”

“But I lied to you,” you whispered.

“You lied, but I did too,” König sighed, “when I saw you leave, I’d try to see others.”

You felt your world collapse around you. He saw others. He tried to get a side relationship too. But unlike him, you never had a clue. All the emotions you’d suppressed for so long came bubbling up to the surface in a great tidal wave, stringing you out in the currents, rending you limb from limb.

He had lied to you.

You couldn’t be mad though.

You lied to him too.

“Nobody stuck with me,” König sighed, “everyone knew I didn’t have my heart in it.”

“Then why did you do it?” you whimpered, tears prickling as your throat constricted, invisible hands clenching down on your windpipe.

König ruffled his messy blond hair, with a sigh. He closed his eyes and lay still beside you. A tender hand gently bushed along your shoulder, down your arm, and then it left you alone. Your skin felt cold in its wake.

“I wanted to hurt you,” he said, “like you hurt me.”

You hiccuped. Were you actually crying? What right did you have to cry?

“I’m sorry.”

Sorry wasn’t enough. No words could possibly heal the damage you’d done. The two of you had lit your respective ends of the stick of dynamite between you, and only now did they meet. Figures that they’d burn out when your head was already hurting and you felt like you’d been battered down into nothing but mulch to feed the flowers. You were finally low enough, at least.

“Why did you want to hurt me?”

You already hated his answer.

“Because I wanted you to be mine.”

The dams in your mind gave way to a flood of tears. You couldn’t stop yourself from shaking now. You were pathetic, but in a way, so was he. You both were miserable whelps. And yet, here you lay in a nest together, comforting each other by eating each other alive. You relished in the taste of his meat upon your teeth for so long, but only now did you realize that you’d eaten so much that there was nothing left but the rotten truth on his bare bones.

“I wanted to protect you,” his voice shook like leaves in the wind before a coming storm, “I didn’t want you to love me.”

“But why?” you choked.

“Because one day I will leave and I won’t come back,” König crushed his eyes tight, “I’m going to die out there. I'm going to get deployed again, and one day I'm not coming back. I’m going to die and I’ll leave you behind.”

You hated him. But more importantly, you hated KorTac. No, you hated humanity for waging war, but more importantly you hated the universe for being so cruel by letting you dance this cosmic waltz. Hate. Hate. HATE. It coursed through you, your blood boiling and foaming under the surface like hydrothermal vents. You wanted to gnash your teeth, scream at him for being so stupid, but what was there to say?

If he let you love him, he’d break your heart on the battlefield. If he didn’t, he’d break your heart in your own home.

“We never had a chance,” you finally said.

“No, Maus,” König’s great form shuddered weakly, “not a single one.”

You wanted to beat your hands against his great chest, but instead your hands curled up into your form in two tight balls. He shuddered and quaked as silent tears wracked through his goliath body.

“I was so stupid,” he cried, “I pushed you away and now look what I’ve done to you?”

You shuffled closer until you could press your nose into the glands of his neck, “No, I was the stupid one.”

“Maus, I ruined us,” König shakily wrapped one arm around you.

You let him press you against him. In fact, you pressed yourself in, unable to stop yourself from wrapping an arm under his to hold him tight like you’d dreamt of for so long.

“You’re so stupid,” you beat his chest weakly with one fist, “we’re both so stupid.”

König curled around you like a cat. His warmth set you alight under the blankets, but you didn’t dare try to pull away. His tears soaked your shirt, the same one you wore last night. He never changed you. He was too good to touch you like that, not when you were so vulnerable. He was a better man.

“Never again,” König hissed, “I’m never letting you go again.”

“I’ll never leave,” your words formed into a ribbon. It wrapped around your heart before trailing down through your wrist, winding up his arm before plummeting into his chest and taking his heart into a snare. The ribbon tightened painfully around you both.

“Promise me,” he sobbed, “promise me we won’t ever do this again.”

“We won’t,” you vowed, “we won’t. We won’t, we won’t, we won’t.

König held his breath, but the sobs overcame him regardless.

“I don’t know if I can believe us.”

“Try,” you urged him, “try for us.”

“I don’t want to hurt you again,” he hugged you painfully close, “I don’t want to do this again. When I found you… I can’t do it again. I’m not that strong a man.”

“Then don’t be strong,” you cried.

“I have to be,” he hiccuped, “I need to keep up appearances. If my team saw me like this… Weak, in an omega’s arms, they’d…”

“I don’t give a damn what they think,” you hissed, “just let yourself love me. Let yourself be weak.”

“But how?”

“Love me.”

He pulled back to look you in the eyes.

His eyes were rimmed with a bright red as tears trailed beneath. He looked pitiful but you couldn’t be much better. Maybe, it was better to be weak. Together, you could be weak. By being weak, you could be strong.

“Will you let me be your alpha?” he asked hoarsely, “after all I’ve done?”

“Only if you’ll let me be your omega, despite everything,” you replied weakly.

“Please,” he gasped.

“Then take me,” you snuggled back in.

König finally pressed you into his scent gland. He rubbed slightly, spreading the oils of the gland across the side of your neck. If you didn’t know what was happening, you never would’ve guessed it was happening.

You’d read articles that said that when someone scented you, you could feel the oils on your skin. But König was different. There was a slight dampness, but nothing uncomfortable. You’d expected something tacky or viscous, but this was nothing of the sort. This was just König pressing himself into you, scenting you like you’d wanted for so long.

Underneath his touch, you could feel your own glands tingle as they took him in. In turn, they coated his neck, claiming him as yours forever.

“I won’t ever let you be without my scent,” he hissed, “you’ll always have me, wherever you go. I’ll never let anyone hurt you again.”

“And I’ll never leave you,’ you promised, “I’ll always be yours. Let me scent you.”

His shuddering calmed as he scented you, coating your neck with his musk before moving to the other side of your neck. When you caught a glance of his expression, it was no longer tearful, but rather clouded by rage and determination. His fangs hung over his lower lip as he began to rub his neck against your other side.

You rubbed against him yourself, coating him in yourself. You couldn't put your finger on it, it was hard to describe how you smelt, but when you pulled him into your gland you could smell him change. It was slow, ever so gentle in how it crept in, and soon he no longer smelt of someone else, some great alpha A stranger, and instead he smelled of you and, more starkly, he smelled of home. You could cry over this alone.

“It’s not your fault though,” you whispered, “I went because I wanted to. You couldn’t have stopped me.”

“But I could’ve gone with you,” he sighed, “I could’ve protected you.”

“Thinking about the ‘what ifs’ never really did much to change the present,” you rubbed the broad expanse of his back, letting your scent coat him entirely.

“I just..” König raised up and pressed into your neck firmly, “I never want to leave you alone again.”

“And I’ll always be by your side,” you assured him.

After another few minutes of nuzzling you, taking turns on each side of your neck to ensure you were fully covered, König finally pulled back to look you in the eyes.

You could smell yourself on him, him on you, both of you, you.

“You’re mine,” he leaned in close, “always and forever.”

“Always,” you leaned in close until your lips were but an inch apart.

Ever so slowly, he leaned forth, pressing his lips against yours in a tentative kiss. Gentle, fearful, frightened even. He felt so light that you feared he might fly away, wings of a butterfly up up and away. You laced your fingers into his hair to tether him to earth, to you, to the promises you made but didn’t know if you could keep.

His lips felt like feathers and childish promises for futile future. The hands he gently took your cheek with were of marble and leather, hardened by battles long since won by men who deserved to run back but were instead forced to march forth. He was eternal might and glory, blood sweat and tears shed by a monolith of marble, but with you he came apart like a thousand shards of porcelain. You wanted to gather each piece, put it back together with gold, but his vase had been shattered too many times. He was a lost cause but you wanted to love him regardless.

He pulled back, but you wanted more. You tried to pull him in again but he resisted.

You lay there in his nest, watching each other for another movement, but none came. You were safe and comfortable.

He let you kiss him again, this time softening into your touch. You were terrified that when you pulled back, he'd be gone. He had been a ghost in his own home, haunting you with his melancholy. Now, you could feel his heart beat with a terrified joy. You clenched over his heart, then let yourself fall back into your nest.

The two of you were dead walkers. You had crawled from the grave long ago, but when you lay together, you felt your heart beat for the first time, throbbing with the ache of disuse and rot rooting through the flesh. With each moment you looked into his eyes, you could see him wake up too. His cheeks were flushed with blood, his eyes bloodshot from years of tears being unleashed in one sitting. There would be more to come, but not now.

Now, for the first time since you both met, you could love.

Konig Dump

Alternate Universes

[grandeoatmilklatte]

Kinktober Day 6 🎃

Mattheo Riddle x Overstimulation (555 words)

A/N: This is dedicated to my beautiful friend @pluviowriting. I was very uneducated on Mattheo when I started this and she helped me perfect him! ❤️

Warnings: NSFW || MDNI || +18 plus characters || toy usage || oral f receiving ||

Black mascara streaked down your face, your legs were shaking, and your body felt like it was going to go numb any second now. You were grateful for a moment of relief when Mattheo lifted the vibrating toy off your clit, even if you knew the relief would only be for a moment before he started up again. 

“Aw sweetheart! Is my girl really crying?” You ignored the question, well aware that he was teasing you. Of course you were crying, you had just had your fourth orgasm of the evening between his fingers, tongue, and that god-forsaken toy. But this is what you both wanted after all. He enjoyed seeing you cry, and you enjoyed being pushed to your limit. 

Mattheo leaned down, planting soft kisses on the spot he just tormented. What should have been a soothing gesture made you buck your hips, your body far too over stimulated to stay still. You let out a groan of frustration and pulled on your invisible restraint, an Incarcerous spell holding you in place. The action made Mattheo laugh. 

He locked eyes with you, his gaze softening slightly. “C’mon baby, think you can give me one more?” 

The puppy dog look in his eyes made you cave instantly, your head nodding. He shot you that gorgeous smile that made you fall for him in the first place and shifted, his lips coming up to kiss the mascara tears off your face. The gesture was so sweet and romantic, you almost forgot what was currently going on. Almost, because Mattheo reminded you not even one second after his lips left your cheek as he turned the toy back on and pressed it into your clit. 

A symphony of expletives left your lips as you hurtled towards your fifth orgasm, your hips now moving uncontrollably.  Despite the numb and almost painful feeling you were experiencing, you couldn’t get enough. You were desperate to feel that high again, the high that only Mattheo was capable of giving you. 

And Mattheo was more than eager to provide you that high. The sight of you falling apart for him over and over again almost making him reach his own release right in his pants. After countless nights spent with you, he was an expert on your body. So when the moment came where your breathing became harder and your cries became more shrill, he knew you were about to fall apart again. 

A wave of confusion hit you when Mattheo lifted the toy before you had reached completion, but the confusion didn’t last, as Mattheo instantly replaced it with his mouth. Seconds later, you were climaxing on his tongue, his name being screamed from the top of your lungs. 

—

Your body truly felt numb now, refusing to move from your spot on the bed even after Mattheo had undone the restraining spell. He snuggled up next to you and held you close, whispering praises into your ear. 

“You were such a good girl tonight, baby. Next time we should go for six rounds. Think you can handle that?”

“You know I can!” You replied without a second of hesitation. No matter how torturous it was, you loved it too much to ever say no. After all, you enjoyed being pushed past your limit, and he enjoyed seeing you cry. 

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

To burn, to rise

Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles, October warm-up round.

Prompt: Halloween

Rated: E

CW (oh boy, here goes): Explicit sexual content; Boot humping, Face fucking; Anal sex; Rough sex; Possessive sex; Mind control; Dubious consent; Humiliation; Degradation; Objectification; Master kink; Mild blood and gore; Biting; Blood Drinking; Temporary MCD; Dark Eddie Munson

Tags: Vampire!Eddie; Dom Eddie; Sub Steve

Notes: Happy Halloween, have some depravity! (Sort of a sequel to this one.)

Steve has been married to Nancy for a little more than three years. It wasn’t until recently, when the fights became more and more frequent, the silences gradually heavier, that he realized he's been living a performance all this time. Tried to be strong, tried to be supportive, tried to ignore his own needs while she pursued her dreams. 

It's weird, he thinks, how quickly that performance shatters. Because the second Eddie kicks the front door shut behind them, it is like every ounce of strength leaves him. The second Eddie presses him up against the wall, framed wedding photos shattering on the floor, he is the one clinging on for support. The second Eddie crashes their lips together and shoves a hot, wet tongue inside his mouth, his nerve ends ignite in an inferno of raw need and desire. 

Eddie pulls away and Steve hardly recognizes the voice that lets out a strangled whimper at the loss of contact, but it must be his own. He feels floaty and numb, detached from his own body. Maybe it's the bottle of whisky he downed before Eddie showed up. Maybe it's the way he's burning up under the gaze of those unnaturally red eyes. Maybe asking a stranger into his home on Halloween night wasn't the smartest idea he's ever had. 

"Where's your bedroom, sweet thing?" 

Maybe none of it matters. 

*

Nothing that happens after feels like a performance. 

It feels right, wrapping his legs around Eddie’s waist and letting himself be carried up the stairs to the bedroom. 

It feels right when Eddie puts him down and devours him with that hungry red gaze as he lowers himself in the room's sole armchair, haughty like a king.

It feels perfectly natural when Eddie tells him to strip in that deep, rumbly voice that fills his blood with buzzing heat. 

It feels good, heeding every single one of Eddie’s commands, so he does. 

Sinks to his knees by Eddie’s feet, straddling one of his boots. Lets his lids flutter closed as ring-clad fingers run from his naked chest to his throat, his jaw. Opens his mouth when Eddie tells him to, presents his tongue. Allows Eddie to press his fingers into the soft flesh of it until drool starts to gather all around them, dribbling down his chin. 

"Look at you," Eddie coos, fangs showing in a fond little smile. "So good for me, so obedient,  just like I knew you'd be. Knew I needed to have you the moment I first saw you, my pretty boy." 

If the words make a vague sense of alarm stir somewhere in the back of his hazy mind, it is quickly smothered by the weight of the praise settling over him, by the vortex of these red eyes sucking him in. There's no need to be alarmed. He is Eddie’s pretty boy, after all, was made to serve and pleasure him. 

"Yes, you were, pet." Eddie's eyes crinkle around the corners and Steve doesn’t remember putting words to the thoughts, but it doesn’t matter either. Not when Eddie is reaching down to open his pants, not when he pulls out his flushed and leaking cock. "Go ahead then, do what you were made for." 

*

Everything fades into a faint blur of heat and arousal after that. He'd never have thought that it would feel this good, having his face fucked until he's choking on drool and precum and the solid, warm weight of Eddie’s cock. Never would have believed it would feel this right, being reduced to a sobbing, whimpering mess as he humps Eddie’s boot. 

By the time that Eddie hoists him up into his lap, dripping filthy praise into his veins like sweet poison, he is a babbling, incoherent thing, begging and pleading to be fucked. He doesn’t remember how he got here, doesn’t even remember his own name, just knows that he needs his master's cock inside of him now or that gaping emptiness will consume him whole. 

Master understands - because he always does, because he's just so, so good to him - and doesn't waste any time. Just grabs him by the hips hard enough to bruise and yanks him down on his cock with a force that makes him scream and his limbs tingle with electricity. Lifts him and slams him back down again, like a doll, like a toy, like-

"-the sweet little plaything you are. Mine to keep, mine to use, mine forever." 

It isn't long before Master comes inside of him, fangs piercing the skin just over his collarbone as he does, filling him up and drinking him dry, all at the same time. 

When it's done, Master brings his own wrist to his red, pretty mouth, opens a vein with quick efficiency and nudges it at his face. 

"Drink, sweet thing." 

He does. He'll do anything Master asks of him. 

When his blood starts to boil and his skin turns cold, he is afraid at first, but Master makes a soft shushing sound and pulls him against his chest. 

"It's okay, pet, it won't last long. You just rest, I've got you." 

And maybe he should be terrified, maybe he shouldn't close his eyes. Because what's starting to drag him under does not feel like sleep at all, and he isn’t sure what the thing that'll rise from it will be. 

But Master is soft, and his hand in his hair is warm, and it doesn’t really matter all that much. 

So he goes. 

And he rests. 

And he rises. 

Part 3

[thewhumpcaretaker]

Vampire Santino knows how to suck dick and blood. His little fangs yk yk yk >:]

Literally!! Okay, this is about to be VERY NSFW. There is no plot, let's just say.

Sources: One | Two | Three

CW: Dick biting. Yes, you heard me and I'll say it again. Dick biting!

The first time the famous Baba Yaga felt his lover's fangs brush tenderly over his cock, his mind went to some instinctual place of total, masochistic castration fear. Shit, he's going to bite my cock, that was the only thought, over and over again. Santino was nuzzling him open mouthed, licking and teasing before the act truly began. And he was splayed out under Santino, helpless, at risk of being impaled at any moment. He was all too happy to take that risk just so Santino could suck on him to his heart's content. His own heart raced with a delicious kind of terror that put all his attention on sensations. That little, cold sliver of polished bone sent him limp and lightheaded everywhere except the rock-hard limb it was caressing. He groaned, inarticulate, throwing back his head and feeling for once as if there was nothing he could do but surrender.

"Mmm...your thighs are shaking. Are you afraid of me, John? Can two tiny little teeth bring down the big bad assassin ?" And Santino took him into his mouth completely, and there were those fangs, pushing against either side of his shaft, their tips dangerously close to piercing him. John made a sound that was supposed to be words but wasn't, and restrained himself from twitching in response. One wrong move and he'd be skewered.

Santino's mouth pulled back with an obscene pop. "It won't hurt, you know. Fangs inject venom at the same time they're drawing blood. It acts on the nerves to numb pain while enhancing pleasure. That's why you came in your pants like a filthy slut last time I bit your neck," he said, and John stiffened even more at the memory. It had felt so good...he couldn't even bear to imagine how good that would feel right at the core of his pleasure.

Any rational part of his brain shut off and he found himself begging. "Please. Please, I want to try - I want - will you..."

"Words, John," Santino murmured against his cock, still nuzzling it somewhere between hunger and affection.

He swallowed, and forced them out. "Bite me."

"If you insist," and Santino's mouth went around John again, hot and sticky and taking him all the way to the throat. For a second, the fear became so intense that he felt like he was about to die for Santino, about to have a limb amputated, to be martyred. Then he felt the muscles of Santino's tongue brace against him in preparation, and he bit down, hard.

It felt impossible, like plucking the moon out of the sky just to take a bite out of it, or breathing underwater, or living after death. His dick was really being bitten into, devoured. It did not compute. Icy, unyielding shards parted the flesh and vein and he could feel them inside him. It felt like having Santino buried in his ass, pounding the sweet spot. So full. So punishing. So secure. ...So complete.

The venom just about short-circuited his brain. He couldn't see, or hear himself screaming in pleasure - although Santino never let him live that down afterwards. He thought he was going to black out, but instead he came almost instantaneously, blood mixing with semen as the two spilled down Santino's throat without stopping for what felt like eternity.

Santino dragged his way out, savoring everything, licking John clean despite the way he whined from overstimulation. He tsked. "And I barely even broke the skin."

Author's Note: I kind of think this is a good analogy for being fingered during oral... there's tongue action and then suddenly there's penetration too?? It takes things to another level ;)