#lest my cock gets fucking hard again

[themultifanshipper]

Could you do ⚫️ with oscar

Oscar could hardly believe his eyes.

He was halfway across the world, in a meeting, staring at the thumbnail of a video that you'd just sent him.

Warnings: Sex tape(technically), masturbation, male and female, use of toys, a dildo specifically, dirty talk, mention on reader being innocent, and slight corruption?

Requested from my prompt list

He'd almost clicked on the video out of habit before his brain caught up to his eyes and he realised you were on the thumbnail, and there was very little fabric on your body.

He slammed his phone face down in his lap, and tried to contain the redness forming on his cheeks, as well as the hardness forming in his shorts.

He completely ignored the rest of the meeting, mind racing and trying to comprehend what he'd just seen.

You'd never done anything like this before, always keeping your sex life firmly between the walls of your bedroom.

Not that he was complaining, you were so sweet and innocent, it really turned him on when he thought of when he'd first met you.

You were so adorably naive, and he'd taken great pleasure in teaching you everything he knew. You were all his to corrupt and mold into his little slut.

But all of that stayed in the bedroom!

You'd never so much as sent a dirty text. Never mind a whole video of you doing god knows what while he was at work.

It was too late now, he was hard. And the meeting wasn't going to end anytime soon.

So he did what any rational horny man would do, he grabbed his phone, excused himself from the meeting and rushed to the bathroom to watch that video.

And what a video it was. Barely 10 seconds in, his shorts were already pulled down around his thighs and his cock was leaking into his fist.

“Hey baby, I hope you're having a good day at work” you purred.

The sound was turned down low but it seemed like the loudest thing in the universe to Oscar.

“I know you must feeling lonely at the moment so I decided to show you what I get up to when you're gone…”

Oscar was throbbing in his hand. He took a quick look at the time stamp, 00:24/08:56.

Holy fucking shit, no way was he going to last nine minutes.

You went to sit on the edge of the bed and he got a good look at you for the first time.

You were wearing a set of papaya lingerie. The bra was beautifully intricate, but it hid absolutely nothing, your nipples on display as your hands ran across your skin and went up to pinch them.

What caught his eye though, was your panties. Your crotchless panties.

Oscar felt a drop of precum slide down his cock that he refused to touch, lest he come too soon and ruin this experience.

“Do you like the set? I got it the day after you left. I already missed you so much I wanted something that reminded me of you.”

Oscar couldn't help it, he took himself in hand and squeezed lightly, just to take the edge off.

You climbed onto the bed and spread your legs. Even in the dim lighting, he could tell you were wet and god, you were going to be the death of him.

One of your hands trailed down your stomach and came to rest just above your shiny slit.

“Look Oscar, look how fucking wet you make me and you're not even here… it's pathetic”

Your hand went lower, to spread your folds for him, just to drive Oscar mad. And unbeknownst to you it was succeeding beautifully and then some.

Oscar growled at the sight, gripping himself harder.

Your fingers rubbed through your folds, wetting them just like he always did, before bringing them to your mouth for a taste.

Fuck.

Oscar glanced at the time again Only 2 and half minutes in? how was that possible, he felt like he'd been staring at your pussy for an hour now.

Or maybe he'd accidentally paused the video to stare at the work of art that was laying on his bed.

“I taste so sweet, no wonder you love spending so much time between my legs”

Your hand went back down to circle your entrance before dipping inside, and you let out a low gasp at the intrusion.

Oscar blacked out somewhere between that and the third finger, only realising he'd missed anything when you took your fingers out and sucked them clean, while maintaining intense eye contact with the camera.

Oscar was about to combust, and he'd also seemingly forgotten about his dick as his hand tightened suddenly and he groaned at the sight of you quickly getting off the bed.

Was it over?

He frowned and checked the time. The video was only just over half way through…

“Now for something I think you'll really enjoy…”

You pulled out of the bedside drawer what Oscar realised with a start was… a dildo.

Where the fuck had you been hiding that? He had no idea you owned it.

You grabbed some lube as well and it dawned on Oscar that this was why the panties were crotchless.

You were going to fuck yourself with a dildo on camera wearing his colour.

Fuck, he was so in love with you.

And he was so incredibly hard for you.

You lubed up the dildo and hovered over it, ready to sink down, when you stopped and looked up at the camera.

It felt like time had stopped for Oscar, he felt like you were staring straight into his soul as you uttered your next words.

“By the way Osc, I had this dildo modeled after your cock, so that I could fuck you even when you're not here”

And with that you sank down, and Oscar felt the air being sucked from his lungs, as if he were there and you were actually sinking down on him.

You moaned so loud it echoed against the tiled walls of the small bathroom and Oscar had to check the sound level on his phone.

You lifted your hips and dropped back down, a guttural sound escaping you as you threw your head back and kept moving your hips up and down.

Oscar spat into his hand and started jerking himself off furiously, eyes glued to where your cunt was split around the silicone.

“Oscar… you feel so fucking good. I love your cock so much.”

Oscar could tell you were close by the way your thighs trembled and your breathing got shallower.

“Fuck Osc, I'm not gonna last long…”

“Me neither, baby” he whispered “touch yourself for me, make yourself come on my cock”

You obviously couldn't hear him, but as if you'd read his mind your fingers went down your body and started vigorously rubbing your clit, letting out little cut off moans on every roll of your hips .

“Oscar!” you came with a cry of his name and that sent him over the edge as he did his best to aim into the toilet bowl, but he came so hard he actually crumpled and had to hold himself up to not fall on the floor.

The video ended and put itself back to the beginning.

He scrambled to turn it off as his post nut clarity hit and he realised where he was and how loud he'd probably been.

And because the universe was a bitch, a sudden knock rang against the door and Lando's voice pierced right through Oscar's inner peace.

“Mate, I know you miss your girlfriend but I really didn't deserve to hear that”

“Piss off” Oscar groaned and Lando cackled before sauntering off, laughter echoing through the corridor.

Oscar looked at his phone and noticed that you'd just sent him another text.

“did you enjoy my gift? ;) ”

It was out of the question to let you know exactly how much it had affected him so he took a deep steadying breath and typed out a short response.

“I can't believe you made a sextape… Without me :( “

[drgnflyteabox]

Mdni 18 + no big warnings

Ghoap x reader thoughts... invading my brain...

Simon and Johnny who value their alone time together with you, who get back from deployment and immediately sequester you to a rocky hillside cottage where you can listen to the waves crash against the rocks..

Where you can watch them wrestle in the long grass, wet with dew but needing the roll around to get excess energy out..

Where you can take long, isolated hikes, blanketed by fog (no panties on for a wilderness fuck at the end)

Where you can cozy up in Simons thick knits and Johnny's worn sweatpants and read or fall asleep on them or be fed Johnny's signature Scottish beef stew :')

Where you can fuck until you're exhausted, pussy so oversensitive you keep your legs splayed wide open lest anything touch it again

Where you can watch them closely, Johnny on all fours on top of you, simon fucking him hard from behind. You're making out all sloppy, spit on your cheeks, exhausted tears burning at your eyes when he reaches down and tweaks your clit again

Arching against him, seeing simons hand on Johnny's nape and the other holding your ankle, keeping you in place while Johnny ruts his cock on your sore cunt

Sigh

[pure-oddity]

Quick n dirty part 2 of the Open relationship with Captain Price (essentially poly 141 tbh) feat.Gaz!

You avoid him after, face hot with shame at being reduced to more animal than human at his hand. He's thorough, observant, and so unwavering you have to retreat lest you drown in his attentions (what he wants).

But your captain is patient. Understanding. Good things come to those who wait! The man is more than willing to wait out the silly little voices in your head that make you run from a good thing - and he IS a good thing. The best in fact.

So he doesn't bat an eye when you slink into his office late at night, thighs clenched and lips bitten raw.

Huffs a laugh when you apologize for needing him again.

"Don't worry about that sweetheart, you're no worse than Soap. C'mere , I'll get you sorted."

Spends the evening with fingers playing in between your legs before slowly stretching you on his cock. He's not a small man by any means, so he feeds and fucks you slowly - inch by inch. Till you're stuffed full and open mouthed, eyes glazed. Limp and pliant in your captains capable hands. His thrusts smooth and steady, hitting spots that leave you breathless. You see him pick up the phone more than you heard it ring. Watch his face pinch in slight frustration as his thrusts turn ever so slightly punishing. His hand keeps your wails from spilling out as he finishes the call.

You're bent over his desk while he hones in on the spot that makes you drip, snakes a hand down to rub along your sex. Orders you to cum, and like a good soldier you listen. Your vision goes white and you aren't sure of the noise that escaped you, if it was a noise at all. Feel your captain fill you , sit down with you snug in his lap while he makes another quick call. He holds you the whole time, whispers praise at "being so brave, knowing you needed me and letting me do my job. Came to me all on your own. So wonderful, everything I could have asked for."

You don't even notice when Gaz walks in, hardly register the gentle hands that whipe the sweat off your brow.

But you do recognize that he's the one guiding you to your room, slipping in the sheets next to you

"Captain got called in for an emergency, s'why he can't be here with you. Sent me to take care of you, love"

And take care he does. He rubs away the ache in your thighs at being spread so wide. Kisses you gentle and smooth while you come back to yourself. Grounding and solid. Doesn't flinch when you recoil, hesitant and unsure.

"He said you'd be skittish after. Ghost tends to be too, it was the same for me in the beginning. It's hard, enjoying yourself huh? Letting yourself be taken care of for a bit. It's okay, I promise it is."

His words sooth exposed nerves and bring forth a tentative calm. What your mind thinks tomorrow is irrelevant. Right now you'd like to kiss Gaz again, and he smiles when you tell him as much.

[partycatty]

kenshi > read my mind

sitting across the table from your boyfriend at sun do's royal dinner, filling his mind with terrible images...

warnings: ur a horndog, exhibitionism ig, SWITCH KENSHI NATION RISE UP!

notes: this was inspired by @crimsonbubble 's post about kenshi's telepathy... absolute genius... also please pretend he's got sento here or something idfk just bear with me please i'm in heat LMAO. funny side note i had to rewrite this after finishing it to tweak some details, namely that i forgot kenshi CANNOT FUCKING SEE.

[ masterlist ]

• there was a mutual agreement between you and kenshi, no funny business in outworld lest the entirety of earthrealm be damned to your reputation. this was a doable task, you and kenshi were disciplined and well-mannered, like two cute little peas in a very stoic pod.

• however, when you're sat at the long table, syzoth on your left and johnny on your right as you tear apart a roasted bird, you find yourself salivating at the sight of kenshi swirl a glass of red wine with interest. how is it that everything he does is so effortlessly sexy? your chewing slows and you swallow thickly.

• kenshi must have felt your burning gaze, considering his familiarity with it, and his head flicks up to meet yours.

• you look really hot tonight, you try to think as coherently as you can but your mind wanders faster than you can control, and you're envisioning kenshi throwing that roasted bird and glassware to the floor as he fucks you stupid there and then, using your hole as his personal stress relief as he pins you hard to the table. kenshi chokes on his wine, fists clenching as his head tilts downward to avoid staring at you and spiraling his own mind any further.

• the illuminated figures of his friends surrounding kenshi don't seem to pick up on his flushed state, too entranced in their meals to properly notice anything off.

• what's the matter? you toy with him innocently, leaning over the table to tear the leg from the bird and let your breasts spill out and settle atop the table. how he wishes he could see the flush of your skin, the way your outfit compliments your figure so well. don't get too heated, someone will notice.

• you stick your finger in your mouth, sucking away the flavor of the food as you look directly at him with low lids. you had to commit to this, whatever your goal was it surely couldn't have ended well for you.

• there was so much room under the table, a dark part of you snickers as you envision crawling under the table and freeing his surely solid cock, swirling your tongue around his tip and digging your nails into his thigh, reminding him to keep quiet.

• "stop," kenshi mouths at you, shoulders tense as the spirits probe your mind and fill him with evil thoughts. you reach your foot underneath the tablecloth and confirm what you suspected when your sole pressed into his bulge, making him gasp before covering his mouth.

• seems like you don't want me to, you coo into his mind, applying just enough pressure to make him jump. you're all hard and needy for me, aren't you? wish you could just fuck my pretty pussy until i'm nothing more than a drooling mess?

• syzoth is startled by kenshi's thighs bumping the table, brows knitting as he eyes down kenshi's shivery state. "are you alright?" he inquires, tilting his head.

• "no need to worry, syzoth," you insist, while simultaneously conjuring up images of kenshi stuffing his inked fingers so deep in your cunt you cream over them. "kenshi is just a little under the weather as of late."

• your strained grin seems to convince him well enough to drop the subject, turning back to his plate of bugs. your head turns, now grinning at your extremely flustered boyfriend.

• "stop it," he mouths again, squeezing your foot between his thighs. that does nothing, of course, as he immediately is flooded once again with your thoughts of settling between his thighs, squishing your cheek on one while pumping his length with a hand. his throat clears, maybe a bit louder than intended.

• i want you so bad, your lashes flutter, your food a forgotten part of the process. you make me so wet, kenshi, it's so hard to focus when i just want you to use me.

• you giggle to yourself. kenshi's cock is so strained against his dress pants he wondered if he might just pass out or break his zipper. the thoughts of him splitting you open make your own thighs clench, rubbing together to release any tension you'd built. your panties undoubtedly damp, clit throbbing and needy, all of which you project into his head with a sly grin.

• fuck me open on this table, you halfheartedly propose. split me and make everyone know what a whore i am for that dick, pretty boy. i'll ride you so fucking good you won't even remember your own name, is that what you want? you want my thighs around your head when you eat me out? you make me cum so hard, kenshi, you and only you gets me so horny like this, i can barely contain it.

• simultaneously dirty talking through your minds and creating images and scenes that no doubt will send you to hell was far too much for kenshi, especially in public. he stands harshly, his chair screeching against the floor which thankfully draws enough attention away from him to allow him to adjust himself quickly in his pants, tugging his top down further in hopes that somehow, someway his massive cock could be hidden enough.

• "please excuse me," kenshi mutters, bowing deeply. "i believe i am unwell."

• "could we offer you anything?" kitana stands with him, eyes wide with concern. "tea, perhaps—?"

• kenshi bows his head, shaking it slightly. "that won't be necessary princess, though i appreciate it."

• after everyone finishes exchanging funny looks, nobody seems to really notice the sly glint in your eye as your head follows his movements. he walks around the table, having to pass you in the process. his hands sweep behind your hair and cup the back of your neck gently as he leans down to mumble something in your ear. nobody thinks to question the gesture, as it is common knowledge you two were together. what he says though, is so heinous you hope outworld abilities don't include superhearing.

• "you're fucking done for," he mutters, nails digging into the sides of your neck ever so slightly. "you're paying for making me this hard later."

• he pulls away before you could even consider replying, walking off as the click of his dress shoes lessen in volume. the dinner resumes, though johnny leans into your other ear.

• "what's his problem?" johnny asks obliviously, watching kenshi exit. "he's always got a stick up his ass... no offense."

• "none taken," you reply sweetly, turning to face him. "i believe he's just feeling a little sickly."

• "outworld germs?" johnny chuckles, leaning back in his chair. you shrug, looking at the bird again.

• "maybe it was the food."

[cosyvelvetorchid]

Requesting smut because yours is some of the best.

Prompt: photo

Well thank you! Ask and ye shall receive! 🩶

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RATED: E

As far as birthdays go Buck was excited for this one.

He and Tommy had both been on 48 hour shifts and were about to have by 72 hours off. Together. Neither knew if it was luck or the gods or the universe but they both chose not to spend any time wondering how it happened lest they jinx it.

His birthday wasn’t actually until tomorrow but everybody was under strict instructions that unless it was a life or death emergency, under no circumstances were they contact with him or Tommy.

So today, Hen had arrived with a cake and Bobby had cooked one of Bucks favourites - baked macaroni. The calls they’d been on were fairly simple - a couple of minor accidents involving minor injuries and no deaths. Buck was trying so hard to not jinx it all by expecting the remaining hours on shift to be easy.

With an hour til the end he was upstairs with the team around the TV.

“So what are the birthday plans, Buck? Hen asked.

“Uh, I have no idea. Tommy says it’s a surprise.”

“You hate surprises.” Chimney stated.

“I dunno, man - Tommy’s surprises are pretty good.” He told him with a bashful smile.

“What does he do?” Chim asked. Buck simply tilted his head and smirked. “Oh ew! No! I did not need to know that!”

“You asked.” Buck said laughing. His phone pinged in his pocket he smiled when he saw Tommys message on the Lock Screen

“Call this birthday gift number 1. ”

He unlocked his phone to see the attached picture and the second his eyes met with the image on screen he quickly tried to hide his phone away so nobody else would see but fumbled it his hands, sending the phone flying out of his hand and onto the floor by chimneys feet.

“I got it.” Chim said reaching down.

“No Chim don’t…!”

It was too late. Chimney saw the image on the screen and immediately threw the phone onto the sofa.

“OH GO NO! NO NO NO NO!” He jumped off the sofa, head in his hands. “WHY DIDNT YOU WARN ME?!”

“I tried!” Buck argued.

“How am I supposed to look Tommy in the eye ever again after seeing that?!”

“What was it?” Hen asked.

Buck turned to look at her. “You don’t want to know.” He said.

“I have never once in my life wished I didn’t have the power of sight. Until today Buckley.” He narrowed his eyes at Buck.

“I’m going to finish packing my bag.” Buck said quickly making his way down to the locker room.

Once alone he opened up the photo to look at it again.

Tommy was laying back on his bed, completely naked and glistening from the shower. The angle was from his groin angled upward - his thick, heavy and rock hard cock in his hand.

Bucks mouth went dry at the sight of Tommys cock and he had to every ounce of willpower he could muster to not get a raging hard on himself. He snot off a quick reply.

“How are you this fucking hot?!”

“P.s you may have scarred Chim for life.”

“Hey Buck.” He turned to Bobby walking into the locker room. He quickly locked his phone, shoving it in his back pocket so Bobby didn’t have a repeat of Chims experience.

“Why don’t you head home.”

“I’ve still got like 45 minutes of my shift left, Cap.”

“Call it your second birthday gift from me.” He said.

“Second?” Buck asked confused.

“Who you think made sure you had the same 72 hours off as Tommy?”

“Has anybody ever told you that you’re the best Cap ever?” Buck grinned.

Bobby laughed. “Go home. Say hi to Tommy from me.”

He set a record for how quick he could change and get into his car.

Buck was mauled the second he walked into Tommy’s house. Tommy had him up against door before he even had a chance to put down his bag.

His mouth was hot and wet as it worked in sync with Bucks; Tommy’s tongue chasing his own. Every inch of his skin exploded in goosebumps as Tommys tongue licked along his jaw and down his neck. Buck breathed heavily outward at the wet sensation. He hadn’t said a single word since he walked in the door and was too worked up to even formulate words.

Tommys hands pulled down bucks sweatpants and boxers in one swoop letting Bucks already leaking cock spring forward. He got down on his knees without a word and took Buck whole.

“Oh fuck!” Buck cried out, finding his words. Tommy often like to tease Buck, working him effortlessly slowly until he was a babbling mess begging to come. But not tonight.

Tommy immediately began taking Buck to the back of his throat with speed. Buck hands tried to grab onto to door, the door frame.. anything to stop himself from buckling. He couldn’t think, he could barely breathe.

“Holy fuck.. Tom…” He panted. Every vein in his body caught fire as loud sharp whines echoed in the entryway.

“Ohmygod…ohmygod..” words pouring from his mouth almost incoherently as Tommy grabbed his ass pulling him forward to take his cock as far down his throat as he could get it.

One of Bucks hands grabbed at Tommys head, holding into his hair for some kind of leverage. Or maybe it was to make sure that he was still alive because he was starting to suspect that he’d somehow died on the drive over and this was in fact heaven.

His body began to tremble as he sped closer and closer to the edge.

“Fuck Tommy.. I… I can’t… oh god!” Every layer of bucks skin was vibrating, every hair standing on end. He couldn’t take it any more. He was so fucking close. Tommys hand shifted on his ass and the tip of his finger made context with his rim.

He didn’t even enter Buck, just the touch was enough to send him spiralling and he shot thick stings of come into Tommys throat with a loud cry. Tommy hummed in response which just make him come even harder.

He slid his head back, licking up every last drop of Evan that had leaked. Bucks head fell back against the door with a bang. He was vaguely aware of it hurting but he quite frankly didn’t have any brain cells left to care.

Once Buck was cleaned of any residue, Tommy pulled his sweats and boxers back up and stood up to give Buck a long slow and firm kiss.

“Happy birthday, sweetheart.” He took Bucks hand and led him to the kitchen to eat the dinner the dinner Tommy had ready for him.

Best fucking birthday ever.

[nekrosdolly]

chemtrails over the research facility (18+).

sry for spam posting! butttt i wrote this over thanksgiving and i realized it would be perfect to post here! the wesker brainrot is real. also this is one of my first times writing sex stuff so pointers + criticisms are always welcome! (also this has punctuation and proper capitalisation wowww!! go kori)

cw; dubcon due to non-verbal consent, boss/employee relationships, obsessed/possessive wesker, delusional wesker kinda, eventual smut (p in v), afab reader, unsafe sex, breeding kink, minor stalking, creep wesker.

petnames (reader received); dearest

Aesthetically, you're the perfect match. His skin next to yours- ethereal. Utterly divine. But it seems that, between the two of you, only he notices. 

He's the head researcher. He should have your attention, but unfortunately, you're a good worker. You're diligent and focused- no time for being distracted by him, even if he is your boss. In fact, you're not distracted by anyone. Countless attempts at small talk he's made and yet you, you brilliant thing, don't even care. 

"How is your research going?" He'll ask when he sees you in the break room. He always keeps his distance professional, lest there be an HR report to be filed later. 

You always reply, simply out of politeness. You look at him, those hypnotic eyes of yours and the intoxicating smell of your skin and the pheromones lying beneath it.

"Fine," you'd say, or maybe a "wonderfully, Dr. Wesker," if you're feeling exceptionally affectionate. Hearing your voice- like silk on his ears- is enough to make him rock hard. His slacks tighten by a few degrees and he's thankful his labcoat is buttoned to cover himself. 

That, of course, is the end of your conversations, but never the end of his obsessive thoughts. When he goes home to his apartment, sleek and well-decorated given the money he gets from Umbrella, he makes haste towards his bedroom. He doesn't waste time with foreplay for himself- doesn't need to as he's still hard from earlier- before getting himself off rather hastily. 

In retrospect, if you were here, he would take his time with you. He'd learn ever nook and cranny to make you gasp, whine, and moan his name over and over until it's engraved on your tongue and in his brain. He'd fuck you slowly, pushing the head of his cock past the ring of your entrance and watch your face when the rest of him slips in. 

It's easy because you let it be easy- your legs spread wide so he can watch himself go in and out. His nerves would be aflame, his heart racing, and yet you'd always bring him back. You'd coo his name and tug him down by his hair to kiss you. Cool the flames burning beneath his skin, even as he draws closer. 

"Finish inside me." You'd whisper against his lips, your nails digging into his back. Blood dribbles to the surface of the fresh wounds and the gentle pain tips him over the edge. He cums harder than he ever has and it's all for you. 

You'd murmur praise in his ear, how good it feels to be filled with his cum. How you hope it sticks. He hopes so, too. 

After all, you two would make the ideal child. The ideal specimen - the perfect race.

When he's brought back to reality- unsatisfying and too harsh to really enjoy most days- he's partially disgusted with himself. He's never felt like this towards anyone except his ex-wife, and even then it wasn't to this degree. 

Not to mention that this little breeding fantasy of his is the most tame one he's ever had. It surprises him at times, too, when they pop up in his head and the... darkness of it all.

He's your boss. He could, hypothetically, ruin your career for turning him down. Maybe he never would in all actuality, but it is nice to imagine. He thinks about your lips around him, tears running down your face from him purposefully choking you a few times. 

He cleans himself up and changes into his pajamas for the night. He skips the shower only because he'll probably spend half of it thinking of you again, and let's face it, he'd be up for much longer trying to track down your location if that happened. Brainless and horny, he would be, not realizing how easy it would be to find your location in Umbrella's file archives.

When he's at work the next day, all he does is stare at you behind those useless sunglasses he wears. You walk into the room and you have his undying attention. He's lucky he's so in control of his body. His face would be a tomato otherwise. 

It is when you look at him, when your eyes find his behind his sunglasses and he forgets how to breathe for a moment. When you invade his personal space for just a moment and give him a half-smile and say "Hi, Dr. Wesker. It's nice to see you today."

If only you knew what he would do in a room with just you in it. 

In his typical fashion, he nods at you and greets you in return. For a split second he swears there's color on those cheeks but you're gone before he can look again, and asking you to look at him would raise suspicions. Besides, you don't need him distracting you. 

He does anyway, forgoing his better instincts for this one ounce of primality within him. 

He approaches you when you're packing up. It's the end of your shift here and you look tired, like you need someone to lean on- Stress relief, in the most innocent way. He doesn't touch you yet, but he does ask you to come to his office.

You do. He's your boss, someone who you look up to whether or not you show it. And honestly, it's not like his presence is unwelcome. Or yours.

He closes the door behind you and locks it. Now that concerns you.

"Dr. Wesker?" You look up at him, those pretty eyes conveying so much fear that he aches to soothe.

"Don't worry, dearest." He cups your jaw and smoothes his thumb over your cheek, relishing the feeling of your soft skin. Were you a specimen, he'd never dissect you. He'd preserve you and take you home, put you on a shelf, and stare for hours at you. Not unlike what he does now.

You are only slightly soothed by this before you're creeped out. This feels unlike something the Dr. Wesker you know would do. Of course, he's handsome. Conventionally attractive. You never paid attention to him like that, but now, it doesn't feel like there's much of a choice. 

He hums at your compliance, watching as you melt into his hand and wrap your own hand around his oddly muscled forearm. For a scientist, he's... fit? His thumb trails over your lips and his senses light on fire at the softness of them.

You kiss the pad of his thumb and his reaction is one you won't soon forget- his face flushed bright pink at the action, one that indicates how long he's wanted this. You treasure it, despite the circumstances. 

His other hand finds your waist and pulls you closer, his head ducking down to kiss you softly. 

"Innocent" stress relief. That's what this was supposed to be.

His hands are surprisingly soft when he handles you. He never yanks or pulls, which is nice in comparison to your previous partners. He caresses your breasts through your shirt and revels in the way your breathing becomes shaky, a shudder running down your spine. He can smell the arousal poisoning the air and it's not long before he walks you back against his desk, lifting you by the hips to place you on it like you're some doll.

You feel like one. He treats you like a prize to be had. He unbuttons your shirt just enough to reveal your bra and even though he wants you fully naked, he knows it's a bad idea- less easy to cover up should someone walk in. He bites his bottom lip, cups your breasts through the thin lace bralette, and thumbs over your nipples as he listens for your reaction. He decides that it's his favorite noise, your gentle moan caused by him of all people. 

He continues. He rolls them between his thumb and index finger, his breathing growing heavy and his cock stiff. It would be his main focus if you weren't right there, your lips parted, brows knitted and eyes locked on his hands.

"Dr. Wesker-" You lean into his hands, your legs parting in what he takes as a welcoming action.

"Albert, dearest. Call me Albert, please." His eyes flick up to yours, the tips of his ears red as is the rest of him. 

"Albert- God, I-I love your hands..." You sigh quietly, your voice heavenly. If he wasn't already fully hard, he would be.

One of his hands, the dextrous and pale things, pushes your skirt up past your underwear so it rests bunched up around your waist and out of the way. The sodden spot of wetness on the middle of your underwear garners his attention without really trying and his oddly cold finger comes to trail across it. He's barely touching you, sure, but it sends a wave of fire through him to know you're wet because of him, not someone else.

He looks at your panties like he wants to eat you alive. Part of him does. But he's on a mission, albeit a very unhealthy and twisted one, so he doesn't bother. Rather, he presses the pad of his thumb to your clit through your panties and rubs in tight, small circles.

It's ethereal, the way you seem to relax under his touch once he starts playing with your clit. You grow a tad louder, keeping in your hazy mind that you're in an office space still, and your boss is salivating over your cunt. You buck your hips with low effort and whine, betraying what you really want- his dick inside you.

He gets the memo, and yet, he takes his time rubbing that drool-worthy spot on your pretty pussy. He's doing this on purpose. He wants you to be totally, utterly dumb on his cock and this is one of the easier ways to go about it. He plants a few gentle kisses along your collarbone, muttering soft praises into your skin like a prayer he hopes you'll hear.

You do. Every word from his lips causes your insides to flutter, your entrance to clench around nothing. Pulsating in desire. It would be enough to get you on your knees in any other circumstance, yet you get the feeling he doesn't want that.

He tells you how pretty you are. Murmurs how gorgeous you look all the time, how long he's been wanting this, and how you're going to look stuffed with his cock. You shudder as an orgasm rolls through you, your legs shaking and hips spasming in a desperate attempt to chase the fleeting feeling of ecstasy.

He doesn't wait any longer. His hands leave your form and unbutton his slacks, shoving them halfway down his thighs. Like the rest of him, his dick is alabaster. Pale with cool undertones you don't care enough about to analyze further. You're too distracted with the fact that you're about to get fucked presumably within an inch of your life. You push the center of your panties aside.

While that is mostly true, he could never be rough with you. He takes your hips and guides his leaking cock to your entrance. He looks up at you once for permission, and when you nod, he plunges in. 

So maybe he allowed himself to be rough with you for just that one moment. He stills, allowing you ample time to adjust before you're telling him that it's okay for him to move, that you can take it. His blood roars in his ears.

He's never been so ecstatic. Your velvetine walls around his cock, the way you moan his name as he starts to thrust rather shallowly, gently- it's all-encompassing. He's careful- cautious not to hurt you or bruise you, let alone leave any evidence behind that this happened. Except, his fingertips dig into your hips with a vice grip, a tell you're sure he's unaware of. The subtle grunts of pleasure leaking from his lips, your own moans flooding the silence. 

When he grows more bold that he won't hurt you, he thrusts into you a little harder and infinitely deeper than before- he wants you to miss this. He wants to mold your pussy to only ever fit his cock, to ensure that anyone else is unsatisfactory. He wants to come home and have you there, ready and willing whenever he likes. Of course, that last part is unrealistic. He would never treat you with such disrespect. 

You're more sensitive now, one orgasm deep and an impressively thick dick bringing you ever closer to another impending orgasm. He's trying so hard to not lose his composure and you do appreciate that. He's strong, even if he doesn't show it, and that fact does scare you to some degree. His blonde brows are knitted together, his pale pink lips parted and his breathing is oh-so heavy. He's staring down at the point where your entrance meets his dick, only encouraging him to fill you up with his cum.

You want him to. 

"Albert," you reach a hand up to tangle in his perfectly slicked back blonde hair, "you can cum inside me, you know. I-I don't mind." 

He nods, hardly able to speak other than grunt and groan his pleasure. And then he angles his hips a certain way, causing his dick to rub against that spongy spot inside you that makes your vision blur with pleasure, and you nearly cry. 

He knows what that did. He can tell just by the look on your face, the same one he's imagined for about a year or so.

"Do that again," you murmur, bringing his face close to yours and pressing your forehead to his. "Please."

He does. All he's ever wanted was to make you feel good and now he's got the chance to. He hits that same spot repeatedly, just hoping you'll moan his name when you cum. His thrusts become somewhat sloppy, though he's still pleasing you, mostly because he's getting close. Your cunt clenches around him, inviting him to keep thrusting until he's braindead and primal.

"I'm close, dearest." He says through more desperate moans, his teeth digging into his bottom lip. Not seconds after, you feel hot sticky fluid filling you and it's enough to push you over the edge again, your cunt pulsing around him as you moan his name. 

When all is said and done, he pulls out and kneels before you to watch his cum drip out and pool on the edge of his desk. 

"Tsk. I'm afraid we can't let this go to waste." He gathers the spilled seed from his desk on his fingers and pushes it back inside you, deeper this time to ensure it really stays.

You squirm a little and whimper. You hadn't expected him to do that, but you also never considered yourself to be on his radar.

"Um. Right. Well, I'm going to go." You return to that cold, closed off demeanor from earlier. The one he hates. But he understands and gets to his feet again, allowing you ample room to fix your clothing.

The smarter man in him is proud he never left a bruise on you. The lesser, more inhumane part curses him for not fucking you in the break room for anyone to see. 

"I'll see you tomorrow, Dr. Wesker." You give him a half-smile as you unlock his office door and make your exit. He runs a hand through his hair and sighs quietly. He stuffs himself into his pants again and zips up his fly before gathering his things and heading out.

He follows you home. Tails you, rather, so he knows you're safe. Definitely not so he can write your address down and come in when you're not home. Not so he can steal a pair of your panties to cherish. Absolutely not. 

Albert Wesker is more dignified than that. Or, that's what he tells himself when he goes home, your panties tucked in his pocket. 

[forlorn-crows]

𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒚 8: 𝒔𝒆𝒙 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆

pairing(s): zephyr/ifrit words: 1121

notes: explicit! they/them zephyr (cock used for their anatomy)

✿

The heat turns nearly desert-hot around them, air and fire tangling together in wisps of heat and lust. Ifrit drags a feverish hand down their torso as it heaves, wrapping that big hand around their cock once more. 

Zephyr cries out, fingers digging further into the nape of the fire ghoul’s neck. Craning their arm to get a full handful of sweat-soaked hair. Arching back against his chest. Ifrit has them absolutely ruined, mind fuzzy and body alight with sensation as he fucks them. 

“Fuck, how’re you always so tight,” Ifrit groans. “Oh, you’re so good to me, so fucking good to me.”

Zephyr gasps, pre dripping over the fire ghoul’s knuckles when he squeezes hard. “Know how to treat me,” they breathe, “know just where to—gods yes.” 

Ifrit hitches up their leg with his tail even further, thrusting in deep, right down to the base. Deep, until they nearly seize up, unsure whether to lean in or lean away. Deep, so they feel him up to their ribs, up to the tips of the feathers on their neck.

“Ifrit,” the air ghoul begs. 

“Uh huh,” Ifrit whines in return.

“H-hold it there, get in deep, make me—hells, make me feel it.”

The fire ghoul makes a wounded noise, hips stuttering. Nearly blowing his load right there. Zephyr can feel him throb.

“Fuck, Zeph,” Ifrit gaps, slotting all the way in and melting to their back. He pants, moving his hand from the air ghoul’s cock to grip at their hip. He buries his face into the soft down of their feathers and inhales their cool, honeysuckle scent. Ifrit bites back a moan. “Oh—wanna cum in you so bad.”

Zephyr sighs shakily and covers their lower stomach with a trembling hand. “Not yet. Not just yet.” Their eyes fall shut, pale lashes fluttering over the tops of their cheeks. Ifrit rumbles low and their mouth silently drops further open, bottom lip shiny with spit and swollen from being sucked between sharp fangs. And oh, Ifrit’s never felt such a demanding rush of admiration. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he blurts, voice cracking on the last word. He has to say it, lest it burst out of his chest unbidden. The sappy side comes out in an instant. He tucks a sweaty strand of hair behind an alabaster horn. “Feel so lucky. My birdie.”

The air ghoul huffs a laugh, looking over their shoulder. “You’ve gone sweet on me, dragonfly,” they lilt. 

“Can’t help it.” Ifrit props himself up on his elbow so he can capture their lips in a kiss. Slow and tender, pressing his mouth to theirs with the same level of softness as cats nuzzling their cheeks against one another. Parting and meeting again, over and over, like he can’t bear to actually pull back. 

Zephyr laughs against his lips and covers the hand on their hip with their own. “Are we going to continue, my flame?”

He can’t help the way his cock kicks at the pet name, drawing a quiet gasp from them both. “Yeah, yeah,” Ifrit nods quickly. Tips of their noses bumping together. “Switch? Wanna see you better.”

“Yes, dear,” the air ghoul teases, smiling against his mouth. Ifrit blushes. He pulls out slowly, pressing kisses to their shoulders. They do a quick dance, shuffling until Zephyr’s relaxed on their back and Ifrit’s straddling their lap. Looking down at them like they themself put the stars in the sky. They smile lazily at the loving gaze, giving him a long look up and down. Easing them back into the moment with a hand dragging down their own torso—down, slowly down, until their lithe fingers wrap around their cock. Zephyr arches into their own hand with a lavish groan.

“Fuck,” Ifrit says dumbly. Practically drooling over the way they bring their knees up, hooking one foot against the small of his back and beckoning him closer. 

“I’d like if you continued to do that, yes,” Zephyr purrs. “Please?”

Ifrit’s eyebrows draw up, and he whines a little. “Yeah,” he breathes. He slips two fingers in his mouth and slicks them up, bringing them down to circle their already-stretched rim. Zephyr doesn’t need anything more, he knows, but he watches that angular face soften again, their face blooming with heat as it morphs back into an expression of easy bliss. They gasp as he presses up and in, just a little. Their own hand milking out a pearl of slick and thighs twitching around his hips. 

“Please,” they repeat. Quiet and pretty as the wind through the willows. 

The ease with which he slides back in has them both groaning. Zephyr wraps the other leg around his hips and ushers him down into a kiss, probably the sweetest one of the evening. Nothing heated or desperate, just pure connection. Ifrit groans when the air ghoul clenches around his cock, involuntary. Begging for more.

“Love you,” Ifrit mumbles against their lips. “Fuck, birdie, love you so much.”

“I adore you, my dragonfly,” Zephyr breathes. Shuddering when they lift their hips and his cock brushes at that spot deep inside. 

“Oh, make that noise again,” the fire ghoul begs, grinding into them. Zephyr does, of course, can’t help that they do when the head of Ifrit’s cock presses into their prostate again. 

“Like that,” they whisper, nodding. “Yes, just like that.” They let their head drop back onto the pillows, mouth dropping open as the fire ghoul picks up a meaningful rhythm. Measured thrusts that jolt Zephyr a little each time he hits home, but not as rough and reckless as before. More present. Intimate. Neither of them willing to pop the warm bubble they now reside in. 

Ifrit noses up the long line of Zephyr’s throat, diving into the feathers just under their ear. Soft and sweet and them, Ifrit groans bodily at the way they ruffle and twitch under his touch. The air ghoul bites back a whimper. Clutching at Ifrit’s arms as they bare their neck to him. 

“S-sensitive there, you’re—” They cut themselves off with a startled noise as the fire ghoul moves one hand to grip at their hip, lips simultaneously ghosting over the base of their feathers. Just enough pressure to send a wave of tingles down their spine and fizzle out any last coherent thought. 

Ifrit hushes them. Thrusts just that much more purposefully. “Let me,” he rumbles. There’s neediness in his voice too, but he’s devoted solely to Zephyr in this moment. Tuned into the thrum of pleasure getting louder between them, to the way their body blurs further into his.

He strokes them with a gentle hand to the timing of his thrusts, and the noise they make is a delicate surrender. 

𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 ✿

[muffinsin]

how feral do you think g!p sisters would be after being deprived of fucking their female lover?

All the work they had to do has them all pent up, they haven’t fucked their s/o for a few days cuz their mother had ordered them to do stuff ( maybe Bela doing paperwork for the wine business, Cassandra being ordered to do experiments with the Cadou and Daniela could be doing something, or idk you can pick)

Oh, very! ;) I’ll gladly get into it! Also, as I think these two work very well together, I’ll actually add a second request from my inbox to this one!👀

Let’s get into it!😚

Masterlist 1

Masterlist 2

Bela

She is so pent up from the work, she yearns for your touch

Hours and hours of working, days even

Short breaks that she can only use to catch up on some sleep lest she wishes to pass out from exhaustion

Her cock aches with her insatiable desire to fuck you already. She wants nothing but to grab and spread you for her

Still, paperwork keeps piling

Wine business this, and wine business that

She is frustrated, and unhinged. She wants you, needs you, and can barely stop herself from dismissing all her thoughts in favor of devouring you

Alas, she becomes even more frustrated from her pent up arousal. She can’t even stroke herself in her constant state of being busy or tired!

This changes, when she sees a message from you pop up

Of course, she takes the little time it takes to check what it is. What if you are in trouble, after all?

Oh, yes, and you are. You are in a world of trouble

Having sent her a picture of yourself in your favorite dark red- her color, she minds- lingerie set, she feels hot already

She wants nothing but to grab you by it and bend you over

Not even could she wait and bother with pulling it off you, instead merely tug the underwear to the side to fuck you with it on

It is the second text, that has her cup her overly aching, hard cock through her dress

A video

A video of you in her bed, wearing the set and fingering yourself

She turns up the volume, and hears the moans and gasps falling from your lips. She hears the squelching wet sound of your pussy

At last, you pull your fingers out to show it in the video. She’s feral, and wants nothing but to lick those fingers clean and bury herself deep inside of you

It should be her that fucks you! Oh, and rest assured she will. You will not be able to walk for a decent amount of time when she is done with you

It is the last one, the text message, that makes her go overboard. Crazy. Uncaring of her work

“Come take care of me, Mommy😘”

Some, including Bela herself, like to say she is very work oriented. Nothing can make her set down her work if it is urgent

This is changed

Her paperwork abandoned, she stands from the desk quickly

You jump when she suddenly swarms above you, completely quiet in her approach until she grasps your wrists with one of hers and pulls them above your head

“You are being so naughty, little one”, she scolds

She has no time left for foreplay, instead swarms out of her dress fast and grabs you tight

She’s rough, by far rougher than normal

Quickly, you find yourself turned around, head against the sheets and arms stretched above you. Cunt dripping for her

Bela does not hesitate, instead pushes herself in fast and deep. She grips your hair and bites down on your neck as she thrusts fast

It has been too long since she has been inside of you

She snarls as she realizes you no longer smell of her cum inside of you or on you. Rest assured, the will fix this

With your blood smeared on her lips and her nipples hard, lean muscles exposed, she fucks you hard into the mattress

“Think twice before teasing me this way, you little brat”, she snarls, her fingers tightening their grip on your wrists

She brings you to orgasm fast, but is uncaring of it. No slowing down, no allowing you a breather

Her intention is to mark you once again, to shoot her cum inside of you and use you to let her stress out on you

Her tall frame behind you, her arm gripping you to pull you closer. She won’t allow herself to slip out of your drenched cunt

She will make you cum once, twice, three times, however long it takes to sate her. She is greedy for your reactions

Every little drop of her warm cum is shot inside of you

She wants you pumped full, reminded of your place beneath her with your legs spread

“You’ve made me abandon work, little one”, she breathes, pants. Her lips are parted, dripping your delicious blood

“Now you will make it up to me”

Even when it is done and she knows she must return to her work, she is not quite done with you

Gagged with her panties and cloth and sat in her lap, you will serve as her cock warmer until she finishes her tasks

Cassandra

Cassandra is a very sexual person. She gets so thirsty so fast, and is insatiable

Often, she will use you multiple times a day to relieve her aches. At other times, multiple times a week will do

None of this happens when she is tasked with handling the newest cadou candidates

Normally, she would love to be tasked to spend extra time in the basement. Thrilled, even

Yet it’s sweet torture now

The screams and whimpers around her turning her on to no end

The fear in the damp air tasting so well

The blood. Oh, Cassandra is hard and desperate to fuck you within a day

She wants to bring you there so badly, to chain you up and add your screams to the ones in the cellar

Alas, you’re a human. And not allowed in the dungeons. It’s a safety precaution

Oh, but how badly she wants you here, to fuck you right on the autopsy tables, to bite and slice and draw beautiful reactions from you

She tries her best to focus on her work, but she feels criminally deprived

She has jerked herself off countless times already, and yet it only fuels her obsession: she needs you, wrapped around her. She needs to tear your thighs apart and ramm deep inside of you

Cassandra wants you dripping for her

She is in the middle of waiting for the cadou to grow into another host, her hand wrapped around her large cock, when she sees a message pop up

A perfectly shaved eyebrow rises. A video, titled “For you, Miss”

Upon opening it, golden eyes widen

She strokes herself faster automatically as she watches you circle your clit and moan shamelessly, eyes set on the camera filming her

Her hips buck upwards automatically when your fingers slide down your spread your soaked pussy lips, granting her a view of your drenched pussy

She can practically feel it, and yearns to taste it again

Ah, but the cadou will surely take a while longer. What’s a little break? She is, however, sure to bring a few accessories on her way up

She smells and hears you before she even sees you, and it’s driving her insane

Who are you, to tempt a predator this way?

The door is ripped open and she is already on you, catching your wrists in one of her hands and catching the phone in the other.

You were about to make another video for her, it seems

“What can I do with you, pet…”, she draws out, eyes glistening dangerously

You’re naked below her, completely exposed

She has a few things in mind.

There is no more time to waste, she is by far too pent up on her arousal

Her cock twitches as she rips her dress easily, uncaring of the consequences. Cassandra had always been more of a ‘live in the moment’ kind of person

She grips the thick rope she has brought from the basement and ties it around your wrists easily, then pushes them back above your head

Roughly, she grips your thighs and spreads them apart wide. She is hit with the scent of your arousal- it’s making her feel feral and wilder than she already does

Cassandra cannot help but lick over you once, twice, four, seven times, until her rough and strong tongue is coated entirely in your slick wetness

She doesn’t grant you an orgasm from her touch, not if you don’t scream and beg for her. You will regret tempting her this way

With her cock stroking against your pussy lips, she holds up the phone again

“Since you are such a fan of filthy videos, pet, allow me to make one for myself”, she whispers lowly. Her eyes glisten in the dim light of the room

On the video, you are groped and marked while she thrusts deep inside of you. She will add it to her collection for when she must work again

She relishes in your blush as she films, and crackles when she pulls out and films the visible stretch she has caused

“Silence, pet!”, she cusses at your begs and pleas. You will only talk when she allows it

Only screams and moans are what she wishes to hear from you now

She makes sure to get every angle in the video, every bit of you

Your neck after she drinks from you, your throat covered in hickeys and bites

Your chest marked up and your nipples sore and glistening with her spit. Your helpless cries when she flicks them and tugs when when you are overstimulated already

Your pussy close up, squelching when she thrusts in and out. Your cum and cream running down her tip when she pulls out of you

Your ass covered in hand prints and scratches

She is an artist, and you are her canvas

She doesn’t care about overstimulating you, Cassandra will take you until she is done with you and fucks you into exhaustion

Daniela

She’s not in a good mood

How dare Mother make her clean her own mess?! That’s why they had servants!

Why on earth was she tasked with cleaning the library of the blood?! She only had a little snack there!

And yes, perhaps this means blood all over the furniture and floor from when the maiden has been dragged, and some book covers Daniela touched. And the lights. And windows, and doors

But still! It’s taking her forever to clean!

Aside from this, Daniela always gets distracted reading some book. Smutty books

It’s unfair how painfully her cock aches as she reads

She even smears some precum all over her thin underwear!

She needs you!

And yet she is stuck cleaning the damn library when she shouldn’t have to

This all gets worse when she is in the middle of reading, her cock hard and grinding against some pillows she’s found, even through her clothing, and she sees a message from you

“Come here, my darling”

She blushes when she sees the pictures of you in green lingerie and blowing a kiss at the camera

Then, her grin turns into a gasp at the video attached to your text

Your back arched, moans rippling from your throat

Her pillow between your legs, being humped as you slide your wet cunt all over it

Immediately, her work is dismissed. Who cares about the stupid library anyway!

Daniela nearly crashes into you as she swarms and manifests again, her clothing abandoned on the floor, her cock drooling and rubbing against your thigh

Her lips crashed against yours, her tongue clashing with yours. She moans and hums loudly

Greedy hands grope each part of you as she inhales the scent of your wetness on her pillow

She drags her tongue against it and moans, but it simply isn’t enough

She needs a taste. And she needs it right from the source

Never has she been this feral for you

Daniela can’t think straight anymore. She just needs a taste of you, and she needs release!

You’re pushed down fast and rough by her, with her body on top of you pinning you down on the bed

She grinds herself against you, moaning hotly when her sensitive balls rub up against your stomach and more precum drools from her

The poor thing is so pent up and sensitive

“My love, what you do to me…”, she trails off

But, the time for words is over, even for the romantic redhead. It’s time for actions

Now she must get release, and give into her primal urges

Angling herself into a 69 position with her on top of you, she easily forces her cock inside your mouth and down your throat, moaning and whimpering in pleasure as she does

She’s eager, feral, and uncaring of anything but what she wants

She rips your green panties off with her teeth, spitting them aside uncaring of where they land. They’re not a concern of hers

Her warm, wet tongue brushes against your soaked slit, rough and eager. She needs to taste you so badly

She collects all your wetness eagerly, moaning and humming her approval. Her head spins

Her hips thrust as she fucks your face, her lips smudge against your pussy lips as she devours you

Petite hands grab onto your thighs, and manicured fingernails dig into your flesh. She needs you, and can’t stop

She has plenty cum to give you, so even when she cums down yours throat, she is long not done

Instead, she must feel herself inside of you once she’s had enough of your taste

Hold you close and smudge her lips against yours, bury herself deep in you

She wants to stay on top of you, to rail you hard and until she feels her cum drip out of you

[mytheoristavenue]

I just refound my hyperfixation with franken stein from soul eater and was wondering if you would write nsfw stein/maid! Reader?

Sure, thanks for the ask, and sorry for the wait!

SE Franken Stein x Maid!Reader 🍋 - Commands

Summary: Your new employer decides to correct you after finding your service to not be up to his standards.

Warning: Rough, unprotexted sex, hard dom!stein, sub!reader, fem!reader, service!sub, kinda short

"(Y/N)," your employer called, prompting you to toddle over to him in the kitchen. "How many times am I going to have to correct you before you can do things correctly?" he asked ominously, cocking his head a bit and erecting his arm to crank the bolt lodged in his temple.

"Apologies, sir," you mumbled. "What was it that I did wrong?"

"Taste this." he ordered, shoving a mug in your face. Hesitantly, you took in by its handle and took a sip, instantly grimacing at the taste.

"Tea?" you whispered under your breath, confused. Why was there tea in the coffee canister?

"Correct. And what did I ask for?" His confirmation startled you, as you hadn't anticipated him hearing you.

"Coffee, sir." you answered shamefully, setting the cup down to go make him a fresh cup. "Apologies."

"That won't be enough this time," you could here his teeth grind when he spoke, making your skin crawl as he grabbed you by the wrist to pull you back to him. "I'm going to teach you a lesson this time."

-----

"Watch those teeth or you'll lose them." he commanded down to you as you diligently sucked him off, making sure to take everything he said straight to heat, lest you screw up again. "That's better." He purred, holding your head still in an effort to fuck your throat more comfortably. Stein leaned against the refrigerator tiredly, his head tilted back against it, not only out of bliss, but exhaustion. He'd had a long day and he didn't have the energy to look after you to make sure you did things properly.

"If you were half as good at you job as you are at sucking dick, we might just get along." he remarked with a throaty chuckle. "But you're not, so I guess this is all your good for." You took in his displeased words as they went straight to your heat. You wanted so desperately to sink your fingers into your core while you pleasured him, letting his distain for you ag you on, but you knew better. Stein was a cold, uncaring man, and you knew for a fact that if Death himself hadn't appointed you to keep his lab clean, you'd be on the streets.

Suddenly, you felt a harsh slap deliver to your cheek, causing you to withdrawal from him, alarmed. "Teeth." he reminded.

"S-Sorry," you whined, brows knitted together shyly as you gazed up at him.

"God, you're pathetic." he moaned, releasing a shaky breath as you licked a stripe up his shaft. "Either you're such a little snowflake that you're going to cry over one little slap, or you're getting pleasure from this." he noted breathlessly, before pressing his palm to your forehead and pushing you to the floor. "Either way, that I'm not going to let that happen." He growled, approaching you, and manhandling you off the ground.

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You whined hopelessly as the man of the house held you as you were laid out on the kitchen table, fucking into your weeping whole like he hated you, and in many ways, he did. You vexed him constantly with your sickeningly sweet tone, your stupid mistakes, and the way you said things that drove him wild, entirely unintentionally. He gripped your thigh tighter, your leg half hazard slung over his shoulder, while the other dangled off the table.

"Dick dumb little whore," he grunted, sweat dripping off his brow and landing on your uniform. "Can't even make a simple cup of fucking coffee."

Your face felt numb, and you struggled to form a single coherent thought as he pounded you into the table, simply uttering choked attempts at his title. "Y-Yes, sir..."

"Fuck," he groaned as your walls clenched around him, squeezing for all he was worth. "Better not fucking cum, I swear to God, I'll hurt you so bad." His threats did nothing to stop your climax from washing over you. If anything, they made it stronger, the thought of all the ways he could harm you tasting delicious in your mind. Your pelvis rose off the table as your legs began to tremble, your gross noises spilling into the air, pissing him off even more. "God, you can't do anything fucking thing I tell you, can you?"

You neglected to answer him, simply laying limp against the cold surface, you eyes rolled back and drool dribbling down your chin from your ajar lips. "Don't think that just because you came I'm gonna stop," he warned, tossing your leg off him and gripping your hips as harshly as he could, fingernails digging crescent moons into your supple flesh.

"Gonna fuck you until you learn your Goddamn lesson."

[kydrogendragon]

Oooooh, Sex Professor Hob and/or Porn Star Hob, please!

Yesss, I love both of these honestly, so have snippets of both! I think, technically, these both came from asks on Gabe's blog. The Porn Star one was an older one at this point. I'll have to see about tracking down the links. Since these are longer, I'll shove them below a Read More.

Porn Star Hob:

"Dream?" Hob asks, eyes wide as he watches the King of Dreams and Nightmares slowly slide to his knees in front of Hob's naked form. A set of cool and pale hands rest on the dip of his hips, thumbs caressing the tan skin beneath. Before he can get another word out, Dream's warm tongue reaches out, licking up his length. He moans, hands darting forward to claw into Dream's shoulders. A few heads turn in the studio at the noise. Hob's cheeks warm, suddenly feeling more self-conscious than he ever has before in this line of work. "Dream, what are you—" "I would attend to you personally, if you are amenable," Dream says, the tip of Hob's cock resting on those pretty red lips as he stares up through his lashes. It's a sight that just about breaks him. His grip tightens, closing his eyes so he doesn't cum all over his lover's face right here and now and ruin the entire shoot. Though, if he's honest, Dream could probably get him hard within minutes again if he tried. Hob's pretty sure his body's become hardwired to respond to Dream and that damn smirk of his by this point. Taking a breath, Hob opens his eyes again. Dream sits, resting on his knees, still looking up at him with that intense gaze Hob loves so much. But he doesn't move further, clearly waiting for Hob's permission to continue. "I—God's wounds, Dream. Yeah, of course, I'm always amenable, but—" Hob licks his lips. "—I just can't cum yet." Dream smirks. "I am well aware of what this job I would take would entail, Hob Gadling." As if to ensure Hob believed him, Dream moves a hand from Hob's hip and circles his fingers around the base of his cock and squeezes. The pressure is perfect and taunting and Hob's beginning to fear for his sanity. Normally, the fluffer's that he worked with would either give him a simple handie or hold him in their mouths. It worked, kept him hard, but that was about it. With Dream here, now, looking like the porn industry's twinky wet dream—ha—yeah . . . Hob's fucked. He'll be lucky if he makes it through the rest of the shoot at this point.

Sex Professor Hob:

(For some context, this one features Ace Dream who's working through his own internalized acephobia [kinda] and Hob's his tutor [who also fucks his willing clients])

“Who's making you smile so much?” “It is no one.” ‘As you deserve too. You getting that cake you talked about?’ “No one my ass. You get a new girlfriend and not tell me?” Jessamy reaches for his phone, but he pulls it closer to his chest, ignoring the blush at his cheeks. “I am still quite single, thank you for the reminder.” He sighs, clicking the screen off. He will send Hob a picture once it is made as he promised. “It was just my history tutor. He sent me a picture of his cat.” Jessamy rolls her eyes and leans back into the seat. “Should have guessed it was a cat. Makes much more sense in hindsight.” Dream shoots her a look which does nothing but make her giggle. “Who're you seeing by the way? I've got that Early Asian history class on the docket next semester and I know I'll be desperately in need of help.” “His name is Hob Gadling. I think you would like him. He's an exceptional tutor.” Jessamy's eyes go wide. "Oh my god," she says, slamming her drink onto the table. Dream is grateful for the lid lest it end up all over him instead. "The sex professor?" Dream's brain stops. "The what?" "Gadling! Colloquially known as the Sex Professor? Oddly attractive tutor? Does English and History 'officially' but most people go to him for the sex?" Dream feels as if he's been tipped into an alternate reality. "Professor Gadling. Hob Gadling. Sleeps with his clients? His younger clients" "Okay, you make it sound bad when you put it that way. Never heard a bad word about him in that regard. People say it's always very consensual and that he's also a very good lay. Lucienne's gone to him." "Lucienne has slept with him?” "Yup! Told me it's where she learned some of her moves." "I do not need to hear this." "Are you gonna sleep with him? Lots of people claim he's the best they've ever had. He's apparently as good of a teacher in bed as he is behind the desk." "Jessamy—" "You could probably use some stress relief. Maybe he'll give you a reward for passing that test of yours?" "Jessamy, please stop." She blinks and raises her hands in surrender. "Okay, I hear you. Topic: dropped." "Thank you." He folds his head into his arms where they rest on the table, trying not to think too hard about everything he just learned from Jessamy in a matter of two minutes. Of course he'd manage to find the one (he hopes it's just one) university level tutor that also offers "sex education" on the side. He can hear Desire's voice in his head already. “Dream!” His name is called from the counter. He takes a deep breath in before extricating himself from the booth. He grabs their items, his own drink secured between his chest and arm, and sits back down. The crepe cake does look delicious, but now as he looks down at it, all he can think of is what Jessamy had said. Had Hob been trying to coerce Dream into sleeping with him? Is that why he was texting him things unrelated to their sessions? He takes a sip of his coffee and tries to focus on Jessamy's trailing story about the latest art department drama. He never sends Hob a picture of that cake.

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“D— damn—“ Josuke was pink in the cheeks, his sapphire gaze following the bouncing of your ass on his lap. up, down, grind, up, down, grind. he swore the rippling of your flesh was hypnotic; and he was sucked in. he wanted to reach out and grope the silken skin. he wanted to squeeze it, use two fistfuls of your cheeks as handles so he could buck his hips upwards and take control of the rhythm, but every time his hand fled to touch you, it was only to leave a loud smack against one globe. each spank granted a sultry moan from your lips, and he was addicted to that sound. it made him lightheaded.

“You take… take it so well…”

you want to laugh at that; how in awe he seems, but all that you can manage is a partial giggle-moan cocktail, and you wiggle your ass against him, “I’m well trained,” you purr, before adding, “thank your nephew.” you knew that would get under his skin. Josuke wanted you, and that much was obvious, but he was fiercely loyal to Jotaro, too, which left him in a moral dilemma. fuck his nephew’s girlfriend and satisfy the unbridled lust you brought out of him, or simply try to bottle it up until he just imploded. of course, he chose the former, and you were more than willing to oblige.

he didn’t say it, but you felt like he would rather cut out his tongue than thank Jotaro for your bedroom skills.

Josuke couldn’t help if he was flustered. he could only rest with his back against the headboard, legs outstretched, while you rode him. at first, you’d been sitting straight up, and he could hold on to your hips for dear life, but it seemed like the closer you got towards release, the closer to the mattress you hunkered, until one of your hands gripped his calf muscle, nipping at the sheet that smelled like him and holding it between your teeth, your torso rubbing into the bed between his thighs, and your jiggling ass was the most prominent display for him. “That feels fucking good…“ he rasped, tilting his head to watch the inches of his sensitive cock disappear when you descended. from this position, he could also watch your own fingers work between your bodies— rubbing your clitoris at a furious pace. part of him wished he could pull you back up to him, so he could hook his arm around your waist and fondle that sweet, little nerve bundle himself, but he couldn’t even think straight when you squeezed him just right. he could practically time it, when you sank all the way down and your hips oscillated, your walls frenzied, milking him until his eyes roll, and he tilts his head back against the headboard. “More,” he demanded, thoughtless, “more.”

at first, he’d been all ‘pleases’ and ‘thank yous’, but you could tell now that your pussy spoiled him. you simper, breathlessly, at such a fact. manners be damned, the boy was starving. and you were feeding him.

“You’re so hard, baby. I can, mmnn, feel you in my guts!” you yowl, happily taking him as deep as you could manage, until you sit flush against his swollen balls, and then rock your hips upward, until the tip nearly slips free, only to slam back home again. “Fuck, Josuke!” it’s half a stammer, and your head turns ever so slightly, to catch a glimpse of him from under your midriff when you raise your ass. the angle isn’t the best, and you don’t want to hold it too long, lest you miss the feeling of his manhood filling you to the point of wanting to burst, but you just had to see how drunk he was on the pleasure— and you were not disappointed.

glistening diamonds of perspiration cling to his temple, and his face is tinted crimson, plush lower lip pushed out and trembling, with thick brows furrowed. one of his hands haplessly tries to hold a palm on your jiggling ass, but the other has given up, gripping the sheet under his thigh so tight that his knuckles were turning white.

“Gonna— cum, baby—?” you pant, and his fervent nod spurs an excited snap of your hips into a fierce pace, “Yeah?”

“Y—yeah,” he grunts, his fingertips digging into your ass cheek as he tries to ease the pressure building up, “I’m— fuck, I’m close—“ his breathing was too ragged for you to make out what he said next, something along the lines of wanting to give you his load, but the fractions you caught stirred deep in your belly.

your fingers pressed harder against your button, and you whimper in excitement, nearly drowned out by the echoing sound of skin slapping and bed creaking as you impaled yourself on his twitching cock over and over. “How are you gonna give it to me?” you tease, releasing the sheet from between your teeth with your eyelids fluttering happily. you would’ve been happy to let him fill you up, but the condom he wore sorely reminded you that wasn’t going to happen.

but Josuke was already switching positions with a husky, “All over your ass.”

using his palm against your butt, he urges you forward, much to your displeasure, so he can slip out from under you and balance on his knees. he was shaky, at best. his sex was much too sensitive and the gauntlet of pleasure you’d already put him through turned his legs to jelly, but he grips his tender cock at its base and moans, reluctantly retracting himself from your core.

you protest, pushing back as if to plead with him to put it back in, but he’s already tearing the prophylactic off of himself, chest heaving, smearing his reddened, bulbous cock head over the warm flesh of your ass. just in time for the whine to return to his moans and spurts of his release to paint your skin. “Please,” he muttered, half to himself. “Oh, sh— shit—“ your slick, first two fingers delve into your cunt to try and mimic the stretch he provided while you listened to him get off, but it wasn’t enough, and you wiggle your hips, calling his name quiet and desperate, which only spurred him to cum even harder. his essence is warm and sticky against your ass, and you can feel rebel streams dribbling along your spine and down your thighs.

moments later, he’s panting and still wracked with the aftershocks, but he only watches the needy pumping of your fingers for a single moment before both of his shaking hands grip your hips and drag you closer, so he can bury his face in your core. you hadn’t been expecting it, and you cry out, back arching, and allow him to nudge your hand away so he can stick his tongue inside instead. “J—Josuke!” you croon, gripping the sheets, now, as you rut back against his face, smearing your scent over every inch of his countenance. he must’ve felt guilty, you thought, that he came and you didn’t. or, maybe he just hadn’t gotten his fill of you yet. either way, you decided it didn’t matter. “Make me…” you mewl, arching your back, “make me cum, Josuke… Come on, lover boy…”

Josuke growls against your slick, a low rumbling that sends delicious vibrations through your core, and his velvety tongue worms between your netherlips, seeking upwards until he finds your swollen clit and laps at it, “Call me that again.” he groans, slurred, squeezing your thighs tight in both fists.

“You like that you’re my little lover boy?” you tease, jaw slightly slack, and you moan for him louder. “Please! Eat my pussy, lover boy! That’s it!” he slurps on you, just as needy for your undoing as you were, lips and tongue smacking at your clit as he moans, sitting back on his butt to pull your lower half up, knees balancing on his thighs, to find a more comfortable way to feast on you. “Your mouth feels so good, Josuke!” blindly, one of your hands finds his lap, and you wrap your fingers around his cock— and to your shock, he’s hard again. did he enjoy eating you out so much that he worked himself back up? or, had he never softened once he came?

Josuke lets out a strangled hiss, hips jutting forward to slide his length against your palm, fucking himself with your fist, but he tries to busy himself with the cunt in front of him, tongue working over your nub until you’re trembling, and then sliding back down to thrust the thick muscle into your quivering hole.

but you were in bliss; the familiar bubbling in your belly leaving you panting, rutting, chasing the high. “Cumming,” you whisper at first, toes curling, but he heard you, anyways, and reacted by reaching one arm around your waist, fingers finding your clit to rub back and forth, whilst his head bobbed, pumping his tongue in your canal. “Cumming!” you cry, much louder this time, as the sensation in your core boiled over and you unraveled.

you were too caught up in your own euphoria to even realize that he was thrusting himself into your hand at the same pace he gave your clit, and about the time you hit the peak and squealed his name, he came a second time, glazing your fingers and soaking a patch through the sheets.

“H—hah—“ it’s not a word, it’s an attempt to catch your breath when Josuke finally releases you and falls back against the pillows. for a moment, you’re frozen, too, resting your joints and muscles to see if they’ll allow you to move. once you were mildly confident, you circled around to crawl a few inches, collapsing against his heaving, sweat-sheened chest. you graze his nipple with your lips as you pepper open-mouthed kisses over the expanse of it, only now getting your breathing under control. “Satisfied?”

Josuke blushed, both hands behind his head, but you knew he wanted to cover his face when he shakes his head, sheepish. “I don’t think so,” he admitted, “I don’t think I could even fuck you enough times to fully satisfy what I feel for you.”

nibbling on your lip, you write your name with your fingertip over his chest, down his abdomen, and cheekily graze his lower belly to feel the muscles tighten beneath your digit, before you giggle. “Wanna try?”

but his expression changed from sheepish to wary. “I don’t know if we should do this again… I don’t like lying to Jotaro.”

you blink, puzzled. “Who’s lying to him?”

and then he stares back at you, equally confused.

speak of the devil himself, Jotaro clears his throat, standing in the doorway. both hands shoved into his pockets, he takes in the scene before him with an unreadable, usual scowl.

Josuke, however, nearly comes out of his own skin, eyes wide. “J—Jotaro!” he exclaims, flustered, reaching for his clothes by the bed.

you sit up on your knees as leisurely as could be, watching him, amused as you realize that he had been under the wrong impression all along, and Jotaro comes closer, brow quirked. “Josuke,” it’s a soft murmur at first, but Josuke is too busy fumbling and stuttering about how sorry he was to hear, so Jotaro barks instead, “Josuke!”

Josuke freezes, covering his groin with his pants in a wad, looking up at his nephew.

“Relax.” that’s when Jotaro wraps his hand around your neck from behind, encouraging you to lean back and crane your neck so he can lean down and plant a firm kiss on your swollen lips, murmuring to you, “Happy?” you nod, kissing back, grabbing the lapels of his coat with both hands.

“Wait…” Josuke is completely bemused, but the gears are turning and you can practically see the puzzle pieces fitting together before he exclaims, “you knew?!”

Jotaro pulls away after a moment, but you’re already dragging your hands down to his belt, unbuckling it skillfully. “Of course.” he replies, matter of factly, “The brat tends to get what she wants.” patting your head with one massive hand, the corner of his lip twitches, the ghost of a fond smirk. “And what she wanted was you.”

“So… you’re cool with this?” Josuke arched an eyebrow, suspicious. “You’re just going to let me… fuck your girlfriend?”

“Sometimes.” Jotaro corrects, and reaches down to push you on to your back. you submit to his will as instinctively as breathing, spreading your legs as soon as your back hits the mattress, holding both at the back of your knees. “Other times, like this one, I’m going to fuck her senseless and I’m going to let you shove your dick in her mouth to keep her quiet.”

you angle your head towards Josuke, staring at him upside down with a giddy smile as if to persuade him to partake in the offering.

Josuke is hesitant, but Jotaro scoffs, peeling out of his clothes. “Hurry up.” he barks, “She’ll keep me up all night if we don’t fuck her out together.”

[captain-mj]

Konig with a muzzle pleasssseeee for the love of god bro

Wasn't sure what ship to do so I asked the discord and they suggested to do Tiger King for this, hope that's okay! If you guys want something with Ghost or someone else instead just ask

*cough also I made him a vampire hope that's okay cough*

König had tears in his eyes as he sat there like a good boy. Horangi had just finished checking to make sure everything was just right, not too tight and not too loose.

"Horangi! I promise I won't bite anymore." König batted his eyelashes, trying to use his puppy eyes to his advantage. Horangi had stripped him to just a pair of sweats and now the muzzle.

"Nope. I clearly can't trust you." Horangi grabbed the muzzle and forced him to look up at where he had all but mauled Horangi the day before. Giant bruises bloomed from where he had been bitten along with the obvious teeth marks. "You keep biting me. I know you like how I taste and I like you biting but you draw too much! I can't trust you to be reasonable anymore."

König whimpered and whined. "Horangi please! You just taste so good!!" He flicked his tongue out to lick at the fingers and he could see Horangi eye his fangs. They were so long and they glistened thanks to the saliva in his mouth.

"Once you've regained my trust, you can take it off. But for now, you have to wear it when we fuck." Horangi stood firm. He loved his boyfriend dearly, but he was not going to be a meal for him.

König whined and rolled his hips. "Please let me fuck you. You'll see I'm good. And then you can take it off!"

Horangi shook his head. "You're a menace." He smiled at him at him though. "Gentle. Last time you almost hurt me."

König didn't mean to treat Horangi so roughly, but he was human and König wasn't. Sometimes he forgot that he had to treat Horangi differently. Lest he snap him in half.

Horangi let König scoop him up and carry him. He could feel him nuzzling at his neck but he couldn't get through the leather regardless.

"Prep me nice and easy, gongjunim." Horangi felt König's hands on his body and relaxed before his boyfriend tore his clothing. He gasped and quickly hit his shoulder. "König!!"

"If I can't bite you, I can at least do this!" He insisted before pushing Horangi's legs apart. "You make a beautiful visage. I wish I learned to paint so I could try to get your beauty down."

Horangi blushed. "Never picked it up?"

"Preferred the art of war." König stroked his inner thighs, watching him squirm. He leaned down to kiss his body before once again being reminded of his punishment. "If I promise..."

"Nope. None of that. You can use your fingers."

König grumbled but did as he was told, coating his fingers in lube. Once he was satisfied, he gently pushed one in. "Never understand how you stay so tight."

Horangi groaned and relaxed. "You're just big. That's why."

König hummed. "Maybe so." He started to rock his finger into him. "Tiny tiger."

Horangi growled at him but then mewled as König pushed another in. He was still so careful, noticing he was gripping him rather hard and loosening. The moment Horangi agreed to be turned, he didn't think they'd leave the bed for days.

König scissored his fingers to make him moan and pressed at his sweet spot, loving the soft and happy reaction it got. His fangs ached with the urge to sink his teeth in but the fucking muzzle. He had half a mind to rip it off but then Horangi would be displeased.

Instead, he took it out on him by roughly stretching him open, watching him groan and writhe from the feeling.

"König.... König..... yeobo." Horangi gasped out, grabbing his arms as he rolled his hips into the feeling.

"Doing so well. So good." König whispered before thrusting his fingers in hard and curling them. He had loosened his body up plenty, but he loved teasing him. And it never hurt to be thorough with their size difference.

Horangi swallowed. "I'm good. I can take it now."

König nodded and picked him up again. He slid Horangi down on his cock with no warning and immediately started to move him up and down like a fleshlight. Horangi turned bright red and held on, biting his lip hard as he pushed in.

Like usual, there was a bump in Horangi's tummy. A clear indicator of König. It made him proud and boosted his ego quite a bit that his cock was so big it could do something like that.

Horangi squeezed him, not used to such treatment. Usually König held him close in bed or laid back as Horangi rode him, but if he was going to muzzle him like a dog, he saw no reason to not act like one.

König sped up his movements, only moving his arms to force Horangi back and forth on his cock. Horangi started to tear up but he was trying to swallow it down. If not for the way his cock leaked over both of their stomachs, König might worry he was actually hurting Horangi. Well, that and Horangi had no qualms about hurting König if he got out of hand. König enjoyed that about him. He maybe also enjoyed the getting hurt part.

Horangi wailed as König hit his bitch button. He grabbed the muzzle to bring them closer so he could make eye contact. He continued to take the rough thrusts and bruising grip, clearly enjoying them.

König put their foreheads together and focused all of his attention on Horangi. His hand went up and down his back while the other kept them both moving. "You're like a doll. Tiny plaything." König remarked and Horangi flushed, too far gone to argue apparently. His hole clenched though. "Fuck you however I want and you'll enjoy it."

Horangi bit his shoulder to shut him up, moaning. Despite the pleasure though, König hadn't even gotten close yet. He wanted to stay like this forever. In the tight heat that was Horangi.

"My love. My doll."

Horangi groaned as he came, relaxing into the bed. He was used to this by now, König took a longer than him, so he laid back to enjoy it.

König panted softly and Horangi reached up to grab the muzzle. "Good boy. Trying so hard for me." He grinned and König growled hard at him, trying to bare his fangs but unable to get his mouth wide enough.

Horangi laughed before breaking off into a moan as König sped up, slamming into him now. He tried to get his fangs around Horangi's fingers, desperate for a taste.

Horangi wrapped his legs around him and panted. "Gorgeous. Should've muzzled you earlier."

König whined and shook his head.

"Good dog."

König growled and put his hands on either side of Horangi's head. He thrust in harder and harder, reducing his lover to whimpers and barely held back screams. Nails dug into his forearms but he ignored it in favor of fucking Horangi harder.

He lunged forward to sink his teeth in to his throat as he came inside him. The leather in his teeth a mean reminder of the fact that he couldn't.

Horangi laughed. "See? Can't trust you."

König growled at him.

[leaft-the-chat]

patience is a virtue

ft. luocha

content. (s)mut, afab!reader, dubcon, sex toys, blindfold, bondage, imprisonment, implied power dynamic? idk i wrote this when i was horny, 3.5k wc

a softer and slightly longer interpretation of @mirangel's post because that idea was so genius i can't survive on just crumbs-

he's been gone for so long that you've forgotten how to wait, so he teaches you again.

You still remembered the way he kissed you.

The soft velvet of his lips on yours, gentle hands roaming, touching, caressing every inch of your body. He did it so that he’d never forget the feel of you on his long, arduous journeys.

Every time he came back, Luocha decorated you with silk and gold. In all shapes and sizes, each piece costed a fortune. He would never tell you the price, lest you besiege him with a mouthful about spending too much on you, and he would never admit that the thought of you finding out the full value of the garments hugging your body in his stead while he travelled far, far away made him so damn hard.

But that would have to be put on hold for the time being.

“What do you mean, you won’t be back until tomorrow?”

Luocha cursed himself for the blood rushing to his cock at the sight of your crestfallen face. “I’m sorry, dear,” he crooned and wiped a tear off your reddened cheek. How he wanted to ram himself into you against the wall right then and there. “But work is work. I promise I’ll make it up to you when I return.”

He revelled in the way that your brows furrowed. Flawless manicures gripping the bedsheets, wrinkling the frilly, delicate lingerie on your even more delicate frame, tits hard and swollen, eager to be touched. Such a fine specimen you were, tweaked and altered to perfection - all by his own hands.

“You promised,” you whined, thighs clenching, missing his touch, missing the way his big kok filled you up so full and tight. “I didn’t touch myself at all just for you. Need you so bad, I can’t take it anymore…”

Luocha pressed a kiss to your forehead. What an ungrateful fucking brat. It seemed that he’d spoiled you so much that you really thought not fingering yourself for a little was comparable to the blood and sweat he racked, working to lavish you with riches and gold. You were his pretty little girl, but naughty girls needed to be corrected.

His thumb ghosted over your puffy lips. “Tell you what,” he cooed. “You’ve done more than enough, dear, but I need you to do one more little thing for me, alright?”

You hiccuped. “I told you, Luocha, I can’t-”

“No, no, it’s a bit… different this time.” He chuckled. “I know you can do it, love. Just a little more.” He gazed at you. “Please? For me.”

The scene that played out before him was like a script that it was laughable. Your pretty mouth hang open, head trying to process what he just said. They say that eyes were the windows to the soul, well, the moment Luocha looked into yours, he knew that you were fucked out beyond recognition, a dumb slut ready to beg for the mind-numbing drug that was his dick.

“O-okay, then…” You finally managed, and Luocha smiled to himself. He didn’t even have to lift a finger.

“Good girl.”

Luocha kissed you again and got up from the bed. He rummaged through the drawers and hummed a little tune, making sure to take his sweet time before procuring what looked like a blindfold, a gag… a pair of metal handcuffs… and a vibrator.

Your heart dropped to your stomach. “No. No, Luocha, no. I can’t- you can’t-”

“Shh, it’s alright, my sweet.” He sat back next to you and held your hands in his. “I promise I’ll take care of you once it’s over. You just have to trust me, alright? You can do this for me, right, love?” Luocha looked at you pleadingly.

Now you knew exactly why he was a merchant.

“Fine,” you whimpered as the last of your will crumbled under his eyes. “But you better get back the moment you finish your work.”

Luocha smiled, and the heat between your legs nearly went to your heart. Nearly. “Right after work finishes, and not a moment later.”

First he moved your hair out of the way and gently wrapped the white strip of cloth over your eyes, complete with a small bow at the back (he couldn’t help himself, it went perfectly with your cute lingerie!). Next, you felt the cold metal digging into your wrists with a sharp click!

Luocha’s fingers parted your lips open and you unconsciously licked and sucked them in just the way that he liked, made him laugh. “Patience, dear,” Luocha hummed. “We haven’t even started.” Despite your whines, he pulled his digits out and pushed the cold gag in.

A roast pig with an apple in its mouth.

Luocha sneered. You trusted him so much that it was just so cute and so pathetic. Sitting in front of him blind and handcuffed and drooling at the corner of your puffy lips like a dumb bitch. He could pin you down and choke all air out of your lungs. He could sell you to some some cheap brothel, turn you into a free-use fuckmeat for a measly few credits and you wouldn’t even know.

“Beautiful.” he mumbled. He pushed your back on the bed, and spread your legs apart, admiring how the skimpy strings barely did anything to hide your sopping wet cunt clenching around nothing. Once again, you did all the work for him.

Luocha pushed the vibrator into your pussy, erecting a lewd moan from your lips. He hadn’t turned it on and you were already being such a shore. “Still now, love, and follow me.”

Luocha helped you up from the bed, one arm wrapped around your waist. Your legs shook from the cold, foreign object nestled between your walls. Even if you were gagged and blindfolded, he knew you were asking where he was leading you, but all you had for an answer was the sound of creaking wood.

You felt his hands guiding your back against a tight, enclosed space. Was me putting you in the closet? And yet, this familiar scent of wood and flowers…

“I never said that I’d leave you alone at home now, did I?” Luocha laughed before closing the coffin shut.

Pitch-dark, you choked on the inky black of the coffin. The rough wood scraped at your naked skin, which would’ve hurt if it weren’t for the low buzz of the vibrator in your cunt keeping you inches away from passing out.

Luocha made an effort to lug you around, walking, talking to as many people as he could, whether they be business acquaintances or simply people passing by who must’ve thought him a bit off his rockers.

“Interested in these jade charms, sir?”

“I must admit I’m a bit intrigued,” he’d lie through his teeth, urging the storekeeper to ramble more and more on inconsequential trinkets.

“Thank you for your patron, benefactor,” you heard a purr through the coffin - that was very close to the coffin. That was right next to the coffin. Luocha knew this, and instantly flicked the switch, turning the tremble inside you up a few notches. Your knees quivered and you could practically swallow the gag in your mouth.

“Oh, and you surely have heard of our illustrious general, the Divine Foresight? He seldom shows himself in the public, but I do have some pictures of him. Allow me a moment here, my dear benefactor…”

The presence next to the coffin left. Yet before you could sigh in relief, another voice rang, though standing a distance away from you. “…back on the Luofu already…” A loud thud! resonated in front of the coffin - of you - like a sword stabbing a rock. “….must really miss the Xianzhou, hehe!”

You heard Luocha’s deep chuckle. “Simply business dealings, Miss Sushang.”

“…Lot to catch… Earl just released a new flavour of tea that’s absolutely delicious!” The girl squealed and stepped closer. You could hear her more clearly now. “If you’re free right now, wanna try it out? I’m on my break.”

You could sense your partner placing a hand on his chin like how he always did. “Alas…” He sighed and stroked the side of the coffin. “Perhaps another time. Duty calls me.”

“Aww, good luck on your business then. By the way, have you heard? That really young boy who’s the lieutenant got beaten up by…”

Luocha pressed the remote, and instantly the vibrations in your pussy doubled. Sushang trailed off into a tangent about something that you didn’t quite register as the hot throbbing between your thighs override your brain.

But it hurt, it hurt so much because the vibrator couldn’t reach deep enough. Luocha had purposefully chosen one that was just a little too small, a tad too short for your deepest places so that you’d keel over for him once he was done. The intense sensations cloaked in darkness crawled and itched all over your skin, and all you could think of was Luocha, Luocha, Luocha, Luocha, Luocha, Luocha-

Suddenly, something hit the back of the coffin and you fell forward. The door cracked open and the tiniest ray of light entered the dark space, but not before you caught sight of a glove hand deftly shutting it close and catching the coffin - you - before it hit the ground.

A muffled voice moaned. “Urgh! …so sorry! …be goi-”

“Excuse me, my friend here-” you listened to thee masculine voice yelp in pain, replaced by a higher, pitchier one, “….like to… box that you’re carrying… C’mon, Chengjie, hurry up so we can return! Just one more til I win the game…”

You were rearranged with grunts and set on the ground again. “Of course,” Luocha replied. “What would you like to inquire of me?” They exchanged words that you couldn’t hear, but Luocha saying “Examine away” was all that you needed to know.

Fingers that weren’t his trailed over the coffin, grazing, touching, caressing the coffin, sighing in admiration as if they could see through the wooden skin of the casket. Your heart thundered in your chest. “The carvings are gorgeous, but why do you, um, carry such a large thing around?”

“Weellll,” Sushang’s voice drawled, “this amazing thing here is called a ‘coughing!’”

“A coffin,” Luocha corrected. “It is used in burial rites, to transport the body of the dead to the other side.”

The stranger voice cried, “You’ve got a corpse in there!?”

“This is merely the…” One of Luocha’s hand met the coffin, while the other pushed the virator up to the max. Your knees instantly buckled. “…Tool. Of my trade.”

Too much. It was too much. You tried to grip the walls for some form of assistance, but it was too late. Your legs gave over, and you tumled to the side with a loud crash.

Silence fell.

“Ah, it seems that one of the bolts had come undone. I can’t expect much more, this coffin has accompanied me for quite some time.”

“…Didn’t you say that you were here last time to deliver this to a business associate?”

“Yes, but they were away from the Luofu at the time due to unexpected matters. This time I have returned to fulfil my promise. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I will have to deliver it right away.”

The moment he opened the coffin, Luocha nearly came in his pants. He wondered how the entirety of the Luofu didn’t immediately smell the heavy scent of sex that emanated from the coffin.

There, you were barely hanging on your last thread of sanity, whole body shaking, chin and neck covered in drool with thighs drenched for Yaoshi knows how long. Your hair mussed, sticking to the back of your neck, your frilly laces slipping off for the whole world to see your pert nipples and pink little pussy…

Luocha would’ve taken his time to admire the view if it weren’t for the fact that you were naked in the back of an alleyway.

He removed the vibrator between your swollen hole and placed a soft kiss on your tear-stained cheek. “Not a moment late, yes?” His eyes shone with glee as you fell on your knees and your face nuzzled, whimpering, sniffling his crotch. “Right, you can’t speak. Hold still.”

The moment the gag was off, all that you managed to spew was incomprehensible blabber. “S’ mean…” you whined, sniffling and tugging the crotch of his pants with your teeth. “You’re so mean, Luocha… Kept me waiting for so long… Was gonna die in there…”

Luocha grinned. “I apologize, dearest, work kept me. But all is over. I’m here. I’ll take care of you.”

He unzipped his pants to free his hardened cock. He forced your mouth open, shoving his length in. The feel of your warm and wet throat made him groan. “Take it,” Luocha panted. “Take me so well like that slut that you are.”

Tears brimmed at the corners of your eyes from how rough he was fucking your mouth, but you didn’t - couldn’t - mind. Being left in the coffin with a gag made your jaw sore and itching, and now Luocha was granting you the privilege of treating you with his dick. Each thrust sent shivers down your tortured cunt. You could even feel yourself leaking little by little.

But you were sloppy. Perhaps he’d miscalculated and left you in there for so long that you were actually turning stupid. But no matter. Luocha grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked your head down, his balls slapping against your chin over and over again.

You gagged at the salty taste of his thick cock fucking your mouth, swollen head slamming against the back of your throat, so rough that your tits spilled out of the lace lingerie and your slick shamelessly watered the ground.

His movements were frantic now, you could tell he was getting close, shaking and twitching in your mouth. He was finally going to shoot his hot load down your-

“Did you really think it would be that easy?”

Luocha pulled his throbbing shaft out and tutted. “Look at you. Were you really going to cum just from getting your throat fucked?” He delighted at the sight of your lips connected to his dick through a flimsy string of saliva as you blindly try to find your way back to his dick, smearing drool all over yourself like a cat reaching for its toy.

His eyes glanced at the small wet spot under you. “Get up.”

You frowned. “H-huh…?”

“I said, get up.” Luocha pulled you up from your wobbly, overstimulated knees and pushed you against the wall, rutting and groaning at the feeling of grinding on your ass.

You could barely hold in the moans threatening to spill out of your mouth when his tip flicked against your sensitive clit. “L-Luocha! Stop it!”

Instantly, Luocha pulled away. “Of course, dear.” His voice dripped with mock disappointment. “You must be far too exhausted to continue. Shame, you’ve bee waiting all day for me, and yet-”

“No!” You cried. “Luocha, please, just put it in!”

You could practically taste the mirth in his voice. “And just what do you mean, ‘put it in?’”

“I wan’ you to put…” You gulped. “Wanna put your cock in, please, want you to fuck me dumb ‘til I can’t walk anymore, can’t think anymore. Please use me and fuck me and fill me to the brim with your cum…”

“Oh, but dearest-” Luocha rubbed circles on your clit, extracting a pleasured yelp from you, “you’re already dumb enough. Who was it that kept whining incessantly about my work like a stupid, spoiled whore?”

You sobbed. “I did.”

“And?”

“’M sorry, Luocha, ‘m so sorry-” Gloved fingers spread open your cunt and prodded at the wet entrance. “I won’t ever complain again, I’ll wait for you, Luocha, I’ll be patient, I’ll be a good girl, I’m sorry, Luocha, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry-”

Without warning Luocha buried his entire length inside you and hit your deepest parts, making you cry out in pain? Pleasure? It didn’t matter anymore, the only thing you knew was that you were filled to the brim with his thick, throbbing cock.

His thrusts were long and relentless, pushing in as deep as he could and pulling out until his tip barely touched your hole, relishing in the way that you whined and clenched around nothing then choking on your own moans as he slammed balls deep inside you again. Luocha thought that the vibrator would’ve loosened you up a bit, but no, you were just fucking tight like it was your first time.

Grunts and moans mixed in the air, set to the wet, squelching rhythm with the occasional smack! on your ass. He crushed you to himself. Clutching you tighter, arm wrapped around your waist, one hand twisting up in your hair. Fucking you like an animal. Hard and fast and unrelenting. Leaving you little time to breathe, to do anything other than surrender yourself to him, to chant him name like a broken, garbled prayer.

Soon Luocha’s thrusts came to a close, and sith one final swing of his hips, he emptied his load inside you.

You two stood in place, trying to catch your breath.

He pulled out. White, sticky cum oozed out of you, dripping down your thighs and on the ground. Some might have gotten on the coffin, but you doubted that anyone would notice the extra layer of paint on the already white casket.

But before you could even pull yourself together, Luocha hoisted you up against a nearby wall and lined his hard cock to your entrance again. “Don’t act so surprised,” he purred, “we still have an entire month to catch up on.”

The chimes and jingles of the girl’s bell were drowned out by the bustling market streets. One might think to ask why she was running around red-faced, but this was the Xianzhou Luofu, where the short-life hurried to make the most of their limited time, while the long life, in their eyes, lounged around and watched them with amusement.

Li Sushang, however, hurried to get the hell away from what she just witnessed.

Now she understood why he lugged that giant casket around. Business, her arse! (Oops, sorry, mom-) Oh, Aeons above, that man had managed to fool everyone with his princely face but really, Luocha was just a disgusting, messed-up perve-

“Woah, woah, slow down a bit there, officer!”

Huh?

Sushang snapped back into reality but it was too late. Her hands slipped and she tripped over her prized sword. Before she could tumble to the ground, though, a pair of strong arms caught her.

Sushang gasped in relief, but now her face flushed for a different reason. “Th-thank you, sir,” she croaked. Ugh, what was she doing? A Cloud Knight should be there to help the people, not the other way around!

The man helped her up and smiled. He had a handsome face and wore fancy armour embellished with Cloud Knight motifs. Sushang immediately realized that he must be one of her superiors. “I haven’t seen you around here very much,” he said with the slightest tilt of his head. “Are you a new recruit, miss?”

Sushang straightened up. “Yes, sir, deputy Cloud Knight Li Sushang at your service! I transferred here not too long ago from the Yaoqing so I’m not very familiar with the Luofu, but I’m steadily learning everyday!”

He chuckled. “Your shift is already over, yet you’re still hard at work. Your work ethic is admirable, officer Li.”

“Oh, no, I was just-” Sushang choked on her words. Goddamnit (no, mom, Guinai was to blame! Wait, actually, no, don’t scold her-), that image flashed before her eyes again, ew…

She forced a casual laugh, and gestured to her sword. “Getting… exercise! I got this sword from my ma, and it’s reallyheavy, so I’m still getting used to wielding it - even though I’ve had it my entire life… Oh, anyway, I usually run laps around the ship with it, and-” The man was still smiling, but Sushang felt as though she would crumble under his gaze. “…Yeah!”

“I see.” The look in his eyes was as undecipherable as the characters in the reports that Sushang had to write. “I think you should stop and rest for the day. After all…” He let out an unceremonious yawn. “It is getting rather late, don’t you think?”

“Y-yes, sir!”

Jing Yuan watched the girl leave as she appeared - in jingles and a hurry. The direction that Li Sushang came from… Yes, he had no doubt about it. Jing Yuan would need to keep an even closer watch on this merchant.

Luocha scowled. “Fuck you mean, ‘nuh uh’? I’ve already sanitized the coffin three times, now get going or we’ll be late.”

The entity growled from under the bed and sent out thorny vines to stab Luocha’s arm.

“For the last time, I did not cum inside the coffin!"

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[subbmissivesuccubus]

Day 4 of Kinktober - Sanemi X FemGiyuu- hate sex.

This is my favorite one yet. I had so much fun writing it, I definitely need to write more SaneGiyuu and more hate sex in general.

Here's the sneak peek! And as always, if you'd like to support me and read my kinktober fics, check out how to through the link in my bio.

But it was after a drunken night where everyone was tipsy from the alcohol, that their little bet first came to fruition. The rest of the Hashira were either passed out or flat out drunk, Sanemi and Giyuu being one of them. With one brash insult after another, the two of them were close to fist fighting were it not for Uzui stopping them:

“Shame on you, Sanemi!” the man said, loud and drunk, his words slurring, “No man should ever- ever fight a woman!”

“She’s not a woman.” Sanemi responded with a sneer, “She’s a rabid bitch!”

“And you’re a pissy little cow who throws a temper tantrum every time something doesn’t go your way.” Giyuu retorted, “even babies are more mature than you are.”

“The fuck did you say?!”

“Now, now.” Uzui said, trying to calm them down by ruffling both of their heads, “let’s not fight. Both of you are frustrated with each other and there’s a very simple way to resolve this tension.” He paused, making sure both of them were listening before he continued:

“You just have to fuck it all out.”

“What?” Giyuu asked, “HUH?!” Sanemi barked.

“You two always butt heads and it can be solved if you just fuck.” Uzui continued, taking another shot, “Trust me, a long night of rough sex is the perfect remedy.”

“Hah! Like I’d ever sleep with this pig.” Giyuu snapped, “I bet he’s not even good in bed.”

“Please- My dick works just fine as long as I’m sleeping with a beautiful woman and not some witch that was fished out of a well!”

And thus, the bet was born. Whoever got the most kills on a mission would be in charge in the bedroom and fuck the other however they please. Sanemi won the first round and he couldn’t be happier rubbing it in her face, the man going wild as he fucked her, insults and curses spewing from both their mouths. It was a fun and intense night but it proved Uzui wrong. It didn’t resolve anything- but rather- made them even more competitive.

 Giyuu demanded a rematch. Which she won. So Sanemi demanded a rematch but Giyuu won again. So he demanded another. And then she demanded another. And she wanted a rematch after that one and well- now they’re here.

“Fuck yeah,” Sanemi growled, fucking Giyuu’s face mercilessly, his hips leaving the mattress to fuck into her mouth, “That’s it- take it- take it you nasty bitch!”

Giyuu couldn’t even glare at him, her eyes watering as his cock slid down her throat over and over again, her gagging adding more pleasure. His grip on her hair was unrelenting, using her mouth like a toy as he mercilessly pounded into her, his balls slapping against her chin. Giyuu assumed she’d be used to the sensation considering the number of blowjobs she’d given the man but, apparently not. Sanemi had a deliciously big cock (not that she’d ever tell him that) with a long, thick shaft and an angry red head with heavy balls. The first time she saw him, hard and dripping with pre-cum, she had to try her very best to not look fazed, lest the man get an ego about it.

“G-Gonna cum!” Sanemi moaned, tossing his head back, eyebrows furrowed as he felt the tell-tale signs of an orgasm rush over him, “Swallow every drop like you fuuuucking love it!”

Giyuu groaned around him and that just increased the pleasure, his balls clenching as he got ready to unload. A couple more thrusts and a loud shout later, Sanemi climaxed. He moaned loudly, toes curling and eyes rolling to the back of his head as he came, pulling at Giyuu’s ponytail and keeping her flush against his abdomen. Cock shoved deep, deep down her throat, her fingernails digging into his thighs, Giyuu gagged around Sanemi’s cock as he came. Rope after rope of cum shot down her mouth, her throat constricting around him with each gulp, the man so far down she could barely taste him.

His balls throbbed with each pump, Sanemi lightly rolling his hips against her as he milked his dick for every drop, letting out a satisfied sigh as he watched the woman take him so perfectly. “There we go…that’s it…yeah, you fucking love it~”

She couldn’t help but roll her eyes as Sanemi eventually let go of her hair, strands of it having been pulled out of her ponytail. She gently detached herself for his cock, leaving behind a sloppy, slobbered on mess.  His dick was still hard, needing several rounds before it went limp thanks to his line of business and the stamina he built. Not that Giyuu was complaining of course.

“So full of yourself.” She teased, giving him another eye roll. “Oh yeah? Then maybe don’t enjoy it so much.” Sanemi retorted. “You think I’m enjoying this?”  “I do. But please, take those panties off and prove me wrong.” Giyuu pouted, knowing full well that her panties were drenched, her pussy dripping. Sanemi laughed, giving her a light pat on the face, “That’s what I fucking thought. Now show me those tits.”

[mrsweasley23]

Voyeur Steve meet Steve... (Part 4)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

As always, absolutely NSFW

Full fic on ao3

As he sat in the darkness of his room, Steve began to panic. What the fuck am I doing? I'm a fucking horrible person. The worst kind of pervert. Eddie thinks I'm being a good friend and I'm ready to fucking wank over him. Oh god. I can't do this. He was about to get to his feet and leave the apartment, just like he'd promised Eddie, but, it was too late. They were here. Shit! Steve retreated but his door left ajar, lest Eddie see the movement.

Steve sank down against the wall, listening intently despite himself. Fuck it. The date was chatty, drunk chatty. He couldn't really hear Eddie.

"This your Steve?"

Steve's ears pricked up. His Steve? His? Steve?

"Yeah? Fuck, he is as pretty as you said. That mouth. Those lips... " The guy let out a long whistle and he heard a low mumble of agreement from Eddie. Shit, shit, shit. Steve's face cracked into a huge smile.

"Shame he's straight, eh. I'd love to..."

"How about you put YOUR mouth to good use?" Eddie drawled.

"Oh, yeah?"

"Get on your knees"

Four little words. One request. One deep and uncompromising tone. Steve was already fucking hard.

He heard the clinking of belt buckles then a gasp. "Fuck. Eddie"

"Like what you see?"

"Oh god. So much". The guy sounded wrecked already. Steve closed his eyes and tried to imagine Eddie's cock. He'd seen the outline through his jeans, the casual swing in his sweatpants, things that before meant nothing, but now, Steve was powerless to resist.

"Show me then, Stevie"

Fuuuuuuuck. The guy's name was Steve. He felt like he was about to combust. His name was going to be on Eddie's lips over and over again. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Steve was never going to recover from this. He closed his eyes and tried desperately to commit every breathy word, every barked command to memory. Steve. Fuck. Stevie. Steve.

"As fucking glorious as your mouth is Steve, you better stop that if you want me to fuck you"

A pause.

"Such a good boy for me, Stevie"

I am, I am, I am. The best. Steve's hand grasped his cock tightly in the darkness, but he didn't move. He knew that he was so close to coming, that this was too much, his name dripping from Eddie's lips.

"Where do you want me? Bedroom?"

"No, we're alone" Eddie purred. "I'm going to fuck you right here"

Steve heard the tell tale click of the lube bottle opening, followed by a short intake of breath.

"Fuck, Steve. You're so fucking tight. You think you can take my cock?"

Yes. Yes. A million times yes. That empty ache again.

"I want it. I can take it. I know you'll fuck me good"

"Don't you know it, pretty boy?"

Steve's head fell back as he listened to Eddie work the other Steve open, that ache inside him growing and growing. Desperate to be filled. Fuck. This was torture. Sweet, sweet torture.

He knew Eddie must've cocked his fingers just right as the guy near screamed. Steve had spent a lot of the past week with his fingers in his own ass, getting to know his own body, trying to dull that ache. The angle was all wrong but once or twice he'd managed to hit that sweet spot and, holy fuck, he almost came right there and then. So to imagine Eddie's thick fingers, pressing on it over and over. Fucking hell. That kind of sweet torture you could go for.

"Oh, you like that do you Stevie? Right. There"

"Fuck, Eddie. Yes, yes, yes"

"If you think it feels good now, you just wait until my cock is slamming against it. I'm going to fucking ruin you Stevie".

He's almost crying. I'm already ruined. I'm broken. Fuck me back together, Eddie.

"Please. Now. Do it"

A few moments passed. Steve's cock weeping untouched in his lap and he tried to steady his breathing.

He heard the ragged breaths as Eddie and other fucking Steve, got into a rhythm. A fucking relentless rhythm. He could almost taste the sweat in the air, hearing bare flesh slapping flesh.

"Pull my hair, Eddie"

"Oh Stevie. You want me to pull your hair while I fuck you?"

Yes. Yes. Yes.

He heard a squeak and a growl as Eddie yanked hard.

"More. I'm so close"

The moans came quicker, louder. Eddie's deep, rumbling roar. He's close, Steve thought. I want to come with him.

The pace was now brutal. Steve was trying to match it but wasn't going to last for long.

"I'm...fucking...aegh. Eds. I'm coming. I'm coming"

"That's it, pretty boy. You come on my cock. Stretched out like a whore"

"I'm your whore, Eddie" Steve heard in broken almost sobs.

With that, he heard Eddie snap.

"Steve. Fuck, Steve. I'm coming and it's all for you"

That was it. Steve's cock pretty much exploded in his hand. Thick ropes of white shooting up his chest. He bit down hard on his lip, drawing blood, biting down the screams so determined to rip themselves from his lips. It's all for you, Eddie. It's all for you.

Steve closed his eyes in bliss, cock throbbing, aware of the blood rushing around his body. He let himself sink into the moment.

[thebreadvansstuff]

"I'm not even jealous" Harry said.

Jealousy, possessive Harry, frottage

"Harry, that was rude!"

Harry ignored Louis' protests in favor of pulling him out of the crowd of people. At that hour, so close to the sunrise, the frat house was filled with people who were either drunk or high, so Harry didn't think anyone would mind being pushed out of his way.

"Where are we going?" he vaguely heard Louis asking behind him.

He finally made it out of the living room, exhaling in relief when he could breathe again. He continued walking, tugging Louis along.

"Harry!" Louis snapped, pulling his hand out of Harry's grip. "I was talking with Zayn! You interrupted us and didn't even give a reason why!"

"Oh Zayn is his name?" Harry mumbled under his breath. Louis frowned in confusion.

"I just wanted some attention from my boyfriend, is that bad? You've been gone for so long," Harry sighed, exasperated, standing in the middle of the hallway with his arms crossed across his chest.

Louis' eyes softened at that admission, and he reached for Harry's waist. "Should have just said so, baby. Have I ever denied you?"

Their bodies clashed together in the middle, Louis' grip on his waist tightening. Harry pursed his lips as he wrapped his arms around Louis' neck.

"I didn't even notice you were talking," he murmured, avoiding Louis' eyes lest he could read through his lie.

"Hmm..." Louis hummed teasingly, pushing Harry's hips forwards with his palm. Their crotches aligned with the movement, tented jeans rubbing deliciously between them.

"Let's get some privacy," Harry whispered between them, his lips brushing against Louis'.

Louis quirked an eyebrow in response. 'Since when do you want privacy, my little exhibitionist?"

Harry rolled his eyes dramatically to avoid Louis' calculating glare. "I just don't want people puking on us on their way to the bathroom," he came up with an excuse.

"Right." Louis narrowed his eyes. "Lead the way."

Harry may have never been to the frat house before, but he knew to look for a door that lead to a particular bedroom he had in mind. A combination of frustration and disappointment rose in him when he had passed four identical-looking doors so far, but with no sign of the desired one.

He almost missed it in the maze of the hallway, but at the last minute his eye caught a specific door sign -- superman's logo, but replaced with a 'Z'.

Bingo.

"C'mon, I want you," Harry slurred as he opened the door. One glance at the picture frame on the desk confirmed Harry's prediction that this would be Zayn's room.

"Did you smoke pot, babes? What's got you so worked up?" Louis asked, though he fell easily onto the bed when Harry pushed him.

"Nothing." Harry straddled Louis. "Just wanted to be close to you."

Louis' hands were on Harry's waist, slowly but surely sliding downwards to grope his ass, but Harry's were otherwise occupied; his fingers worked deftly on his own trousers, pulling the zipper down before he did Louis'.

"Want it quick and dirty," Harry confessed against Louis' lips, barely containing a whimper at the sight of Louis' hard cock, now out of his pants. Harry slid his own boxers lower, letting them stretch uncomfortably around his knees before he pushed Louis backwards, making him lie down and covering his body with his own.

Louis fell with a huff, one hand keeping Harry close and the other reaching between them to align their cocks. "What baby wants, baby gets," he delivered with a wink.

Harry rocked his hips against Louis', pushing down with need and growing desperation.

"Oh that's good," Harry sighed as his eyes fell shut, pleasure taking over his senses.

Louis thrust up in response, groaning lowly as his cock rubbed just right against Harry's.

As their hips moved in sync, with increasing speed and force, the only sound was heavy breathing and throaty moans, only interrupted by Louis' voice when he said "We could just leave....I'd fuck you proper in your dorm room."

Harry whined at the mental image, but shook his head nonetheless. He was determined.

"No. Want to come like this. Right here."

Louis glared at him for a moment, before Harry grabbed both their dripping cocks in one hand, startling a grunt out of him.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come," Louis panted, and Harry nodded frantically. "Me, too -- ugh, fuck!"

Harry barely remembered to pull away when he shot his load, aiming for the bedspread.

"Babe, what -" Louis started, but Harry distracted him by shuffling down and taking him into his mouth. "Oh, shit!" Louis cried.

His come pooled on Harry's tongue, and Harry moaned through it, before pulling away with a popping sound. Louis' eyes were scrunched shut when Harry looked up again, and he found it to be the perfect opportunity to spit on the already stained bedspread.

Louis blinked at the sound and looked down. Two loads of come, mixed with Harry's saliva, had created a puddle, seeping into the fabric.

Louis clicked his tongue. "Did you mark your territory alright then?" he asked with his eyebrows raised.

Harry huffed, looking away. "I don't know what you mean."

"Oh but you do," Louis grinned, "Or was it a coincidence that you picked Zayn's room out of the sixteen bedrooms in the house, came on his bed and spat my come, when you've only never waste a load?"

Harry pretended to ignore the question, standing up to zip his pants.

Louis kicked out his leg, his foot touching Harry's knee. "You're not as slick as you think you are, baby. I know what jealousy looks like on you."

"I'm not even jealous," Harry said.

It didn't sound one bit convincing.

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