#male x male reader smut

[mimic-man]

can you do a fic with sirius black and chubby msl reader smut preferably, and you can do anything for the plot

Sirius Black x Chubby Male reader

Content: Smut, praises, insecurity, oral (reader receiving)

Sirius absolutely loves every part of you and he makes damn sure to show it.

Here were you under Sirius as he kissed every inch of your body, your stomach, your chest, thighs, neck, shoulders, and lips. He was panting heavily with lust as he made damn sure you knew how much he loves you.

"Fuck you are gorgeous baby~" He says in a husky lustful voice. His hands then move down to unbutton and unzip your pants before removing them.

You were in a daze of pleasure and lust. Your eyes half lidded as a soft moan escapes you at the feeling of Sirius kissing you through your boxers. You knew what his goal was.

Earlier today someone made a joke about your body which for some reason really got to you. Sirius picked up on your uncomfortable energy pretty quickly and shut the person up immediately. Once you two were alone you were still bothered by the joke. So Sirius wanted to make you feel utterly gorgeous and he was determined.

"Look at me baby I wanna see your gorgeous face" He says as he slowly pulls down your boxers exposing your cock to the cold air.

You look down at him and your eyes almost roll back at the sight and feeling of Sirius giving a kitty lick to your tip. He grins and chuckles softly when you moan.

"There's that beautiful face" He says with a wide grin before he wraps his mouth around your cock and starts to bob his head. His hands gripping your beautiful chubby thighs as he did.

Fuck he is way too good at giving head. He may as well have no gag reflex and whenever he would gag he can easily brush it off.

He was bobbing his head with such passion. The feeling of him moaning around you cock and your cock hitting the back of his throat felt amazing to the point if had you throwing your head back and your hands intwined in his hair.

He removes his mouth but replaces it with his hand. "You gonna cum for me baby?" He asks with a lustful grin he could feel you twitching and he knew you were close

"I want you to use my mouth baby, use what's yours" He says before he wraps his mouth around you again in which you did what he said.

You gripped his hair and started to move his head and thrust into his mouth, fucking his mouth slowly as your eyes rolled back

Eventually you were starting to reach your climax by now you were fucking his mouth a little roughly but he didn't mind... He just wanted his beautiful lover to feel amazing...

Once you hit your climax he swallow it all not letting a drop spill. As you both take a minute he kisses your thighs...

"You still got some more in you baby?~" He asks softly with a devilish grin....

[writing-mlm]

I saw you say you wanted to write for Clark some more could I request a ftm reader who has like a lot of piercings and one day he surprises Clark with like getting Superman jewelry for some of them

Like a belly button piercing or or or nipple piercings like I just recently got mine did and like it hurts but they look so so so so pretty

Clark discovers a new kink (or three)

Summary: Your piercer has some new jewelry and you learn some things about your boyfriend. Pairing: Clark Kent x Ftm!Reader Word count: 1.9k Tags/Warnings: piercings, nipple play, smut, t-dick and hole used to describe sexual parts, implied top surgery, fingering, squirting, creampie, whimpering Clark Kent, a little after care, soft-dom Clark A/n: Saw this request and couldn’t get it out my mind

You had a decent amount of piercings, you guess. You had your septum, the array of ears, eyebrow, angel bites, navel, and nipples. Lately, you’ve been considering others; a tongue ring, bridge, other lip piercings but you weren’t sure. At least until your friend had suggested you come with her to get her tattoo at your typical studio. You figured, why not. You had some spare cash, enough for a piercing and if you felt like it, you’d get one. 

The studio, a little hidden place tucked above a barber shop and a hair salon, had a couple of services. They did tattoos, waxing, piercings, and sold items for all three in the front of the shop. While your friend was getting herself situated, checking in for the appointment and paying while you scanned the piercing shelves, hoping something spoke to you. 

And boy did it. 

Under the new section sat a wide selection of hero-themed jewelry. It had all the major ones, including Superman. He seemed to be the more prevalent one, considering you were in his city. But in the vast assortment, you couldn’t help but be drawn towards the nipple bars and belly rings. 

“Whatchu lookin’ at?” Your friend asks, leaning against the glass as she looks down at the piercings. “Oh, score! They got Wonder Woman, might get the septum one.” The cashier drifts over and you get the three goods been eyeing while she decides not right now. Her septum isn’t healed enough for her to change out the jewelry. It wasn’t a lot, all things considered, less than the spare change you had in your pocket. 

The two of you moved to the tattoo booth, her tattoo artist and she began talking while you eyed the jewelry. 

Clark was probably still at work, he’d get home around five if there wasn’t someone who needed saving. And fuck, you can almost picture his reaction to seeing you wearing his logo. 

While they were still talking about placements, you quickly excused yourself to the bathroom to put them on. Half sure that this is safe because why wouldn’t a tattoo and piercing bathroom be sterile and safe but also half driven by the idea of a pent-up Clark. Sue you. 

— 

As expected, Clark got home exactly ten minutes after he clocked out. The front door was opening as you were lounging, looking for something to watch. 

“Hi, I’m home, sweetheart!” He calls before he can even see you. 

“Hey, baby! How was work?” The door closes and locks, he’s working on his shoes at the door. Shifting on the couch, you get rid of your shirt and stand up to meet him in the hallway. 

“Uh, good. I started working on an article about the number of lead pipes in the city, it’s been approved. What about you? How did Gen’s tattoo go?” His black oxfords get placed neatly on the shoe rack as you wait at the end of the hallway, leaning against the wall for him to look up. 

“Eh, good. She has another session tomorrow. It’s looking cool,” As he stands to his full height, his eyes fall on your face. He smiles at you, already getting his tie off. You’re a little upset he doesn’t look you over immediately but you’ll forgive him because he’s mid-step, about to say something when he finally notices. 

“Christ, is that—?” He’s in front of you faster than you can process, his hands on your hips as he looks at your nipples and then your navel. 

“Like them?” You ask, grinning. He looks at you through his eyelashes, licking his lips. 

“Like them?” He echoes, dragging his left hand up to your nipple and rolling his thumb over it. He’s breathing loudly, in through his nose and out through his mouth, his focus on the way your nipple hardens next to his symbol. Fuck, his symbol. “I love them,” He mutters while you hold his forearms, eyes half-lidded because he brings his right hand to do the same to your other nipple. It perks up just like the left one and soon enough, you moan a little at his actions. 

He groans before he picks you up, his hands now firmly planted on your ass. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you undo his tie, tossing it to the ground, hoping Krypto doesn’t destroy it if he ends up finding it. 

You’re on the bed soon after, the door shut and locked as if Krypton had grown thumbs and could open the door that way. Clark makes a point of turning the light on, slowly stalking to the bed as you lay there, your new jewelry shining in the light. 

“You’re driving me crazy,” He drags out, climbing onto the bed from the end. 

“Am I?” You tease, looking down at him, now propped up on your elbows. He groans a nod as he climbs on top of your legs, his hands planted firmly on either side of your thighs. Opening your legs, you watch as his eyes dart down, catching sight of your navel piercing again. It dangles, flipped over to the side without his symbol isn’t showing and that simply won’t do. 

He looks up at you as he flips it over, making sure you watch as his hand ghosts over the piercing and down to the waistband of your boxers. Clark ignores it completely, dragging his index and middle finger down until he reaches your slit. 

Once he does, he opens the flap on the boxers and grabs your t-dick, giving it slow strokes. “Fuck,” You whimper, your back arching a little as he does. Grabbing his head, you grip his hair and fall flat on your back. Carefully and without removing his hand, Clark climbs further up on you until he’s eye to eye with your nipples. You watch as he leans down, his tongue slowly dragging from his lips before they latch onto your nipple. 

His teeth graze over it, his canines catch in the metal bar enough that it tugs. The pain is that awfully good pain that you need to chase, pressing your chest closer to his face. His hand ghosts over your scars, reaching up to give your other nipple the same attention. 

“Clark,” You shudder. 

“Kal-El,” His voice is an almost whimper of a plea. “Fuck, call me Kal-El, please.” His eyes meet yours and you nod. You’ve heard his birth name countless times, it’s not typically something he wants you to call him. But you have, and usually always get the same reaction— save you’re not calling him while injured. 

“Kal-El,” You breathe as his lips return to your perky nipples. He groans, fisting the bed sheets, and humps the air aimlessly. “I need you, Kal-El,” 

“You have me,” He promises, detaching and going over to your other nipple. He gives it licks between his words. “My mind, my body, my soul, my future— my everything.” His eyes focus on his symbol, his family crest stuck on your body unless it was deliberately removed. His home and his hope, inside of you. 

“Fuck,” He groans and raises to his knees, his care for his shirt gone out the window as he literally rips it off, discarding the fabric to the floor. He does the same for his pants and boxers before he looks at you for approval. Chewing on your bottom lip, you nod and lift your hips, watching as he easily tears your boxers off as if they were paper. 

He leans down, slowly sliding his middle and ring finger inside of you, the rest of his palm covering your t-dick. Your thighs quiver at the feeling, clenching around his wrist as Clark keeps eye contact with you. 

“Kal—“ You gasp, feeling him work your insides. He nods, egging you on as he continues to finger you, his free hand working on pumping his already hard cock. As your chest heaves, his eyes switch back to your stomach, watching as the dangling charm bounces with each shaky breath you take. “Kal-el, please.” You manage.

He speeds up, his fingers quickly getting drenched and the room filling with wet, sloppy noises. “That feel good?” He asks and you nod wildly, your moans not letting you get a word out. 

“So good,” You clench around him, the same way you do when you’re about to cum and he slows down before pulling his fingers out from you. “No, please Kal-el,” Grabbing his wrist, you try to pull him back inside but he laughs, pulling his arms behind his back before leaning down and kissing you. Kissing him back, you grind down on him, trying to get that high back. 

Clark pulls away from the kiss, his lips dragging down your chin and neck while he keeps his eye contact. “Be patient, sweetheart,” He says while grabbing his dick, rubbing it up and down your slit before he slips the tip inside. With his free hand, he presses your stomach to the bed, keeping you in place as you whine. He has the audacity to laugh at you, slipping the tip in and out just to see you try and chase him. 

“You’re being so mean,” You frown. “Please, baby.” Deliberately, you run your hands up your chest, flicking the metal bar that makes the S symbols on the end bounce. When his eyes zero in on the bar, you know you’ve gotten him and grind down again. This time, he slips past the tip and you let out a low moan, your eyes fluttering closed. Slowly, Clark rolls his hips, watching as he disappears inside of you, watching how your legs move and twitch with each slow, hard thrust. 

It doesn’t last long though, as his eyes return to your face and he starts to pick up his pace. He leans down, kissing and sucking along your neck while you struggle to find a grip with the new pacing. Clark’s not faring any better, he’s a whimpering mess in your ear. Pathetic noises that leave him are like music to your ears. 

You’re holding onto the headboard with one hand, the other is scratching at his back as he pounds into you. “You feel so good,” He slurs into your neck. “Taking all of me, like a good boy.” Your back arches up in the air as you struggle to make coherent sentences, tears budding in the corner of your eyes. 

When you tighten around him, he looks at you, his wet eyelashes clumping together in a way that makes your toes curl and- for the first time- you squirt. He looks down, seeing his pelvis wet from it, and it rolls off of him and onto the bed. The feeling, the sounds, and the sight make Clark moan loudly, spilling into you. Despite it, he keeps himself inside of you, his dick slowly getting soft as his cum slowly seeps out. 

He pants, rising up to his knees. His dick pulls out from you with a small pop and you twitch, staring at the ceiling. “Are you okay, baby?” He hurriedly asks, scooping you up. Blinking, you lick your lips before looking at him. 

“Holy shit,” You chuckle, messing with his curls. “I should’ve gotten those sooner.” He snorts and picks you up properly, carrying you into the bathroom where he prepares a nice bath after cleaning you up. 

— Two days later, Clark doesn’t know how to react when you show off your new tongue piercing. His symbol lay flat on top of it. All he knows is that this is going to be a long, long, six weeks.

[wisecreatorprofessorwolf]

Such A Good Boy, Who's a Good boy.

I haven't written much recently. I've had a lot to deal with recently healthwise, I'm hoping to post a bit more often. Possibly during the week too.

todays post will be for Jeff Sadecki from Yellowjackets. I'm hoping to write a lot of stories about this babygirl and his fondest times with YN and their kinky adventures.

so this fic is inspired but an ask I sent anonymously to fortheb0ys, I'd recently gotten into Yellowjackets from reading their work, and I was quickly hooked

Now the thing about Jeff, was he didn't get to explore kinks or try new things in the bedroom with his ex wife Shauna, that was until he met YN.

Jeff learned that he was into a lot of different kinks. Jeff thinks about the time he tried Puppy play.

FLASHBACK

While YN was at his company meeting, Jeff knew YN hated company meetings of any kind so he decides he's going to try and make YN's day just a bit better. He wanders around their shared private property naked most of the time, because he's a good boy and wants to make his boyfriend happy.

he reaches a dark room containing some of their special collection of toys and gear, their growing collection ranging from the sex swings, to the floggers. Jeff reaches to dog hoods and dog tail dildos, he longs long and hard over each one, till he decides on the just a simple golden retriever eared headband, and the matching dildo, which was one of the thickest but Jeff wasn't worried about the stretch or pain, he liked it, especially YN's thickness.

Jeff slides the toy in with ease and sits the headband on his head.

Now Jeff waits eagerly on his hands and knees. once YN arrives he instantly perks up at the sight before him. Jeff cutely waiting for him.

"Awww what a good boy" Jeff taps his hands on the ground and woofs. suddenly preening and howling when YN's hand strokes his hair.

"Who's my good boy?" Jeff intantly barks and nestles his head against YN's thigh " YN begins to walk towards the couch loosening his tie as Jeff follows and sits between YN's legs, head resting on YN's thigh as they lock eyes.

"bad day at work pup, but you always make it better baby" YN leans down to kiss Jeffs forehead then tilts his head up to kiss his lips. The kiss was messy and passionate as Jeff lapped up the attention. As the kiss parts YN shows Jeff the tie all Jeff did was nod furiously, knowing were this was going.

"Ok pup now for the collar" YN wraps his tie round Jeffs neck, Jeff suddenly buries his face in YN's pants lapping at the bulge.

"What a good boy, you know exactly what to do don't ya?" Jeff nods against YN's bulge "Ok pup you can have ya treat just let me remove my pants." Jeff ignores YN and grips the zipper between his teeth and drags it down looking directly into YN's lust blown eyes, with that YN removed his pants, Jeff slid them away. All that was left were the underwear, Jeff rubbed his face all over the heated fabric inhaling YN's scent, that raw musk was like a drug to him. Jeff begins pawing over YN's underwear "Ok i get the hint baby I'm removing them now" and with that YN removed them finally YN. Jeff finally had access to his treat he began with featherlight licks over the prominent vein and licked up to the tip, licking over the slit, taste buds bursting with the sweet and salty taste of YN's precum. Jeff's eyes almost roll at the taste, licking harder till with out warning suddenly swallows YNs cock whole lips stretched around YN's thick hardness, tongue twisting and flicking over the sensitive appendage lapping every drop of pre that is released.

YN's hands stroke Jeffs hair from his face "Such a good boy, your my good boy" Jeffs eyes roll back as YN begins face fucking him moaning and gagging around YN's cock, till tears pricked his eyes, Jeff enjoys this the strain of his jaw as he gets used like a toy. soon drool is just leaking from the seams of Jeff's lips, all of a sudden Jeff's head is held down all the way and feels a thickness explode as he's raised up that is when he fully tastes that sweet tangy cum he's become addicted to, filling his mouth, shooting rope after rope over his tongue, Jeff's eye roll yet again from the taste alone, there really nothing quite like it. jeff settles with the tip of YN's cock in his mouth licking over it, cleaning it. YN strokes Jeffs sweaty hair and removes the headband "You're such a good boy Jeff" Jeff whines when YN removes the headband "It's ok puppy you're my good boy ill put it back on now" which YN does to Jeff's relief, he then pulls away from YN's cock and turns away and lowers his head and raises his his ass presenting himself. With that YN felt himself harden, all that could be heard were Jeffs moans and whines as he shakes his ass.

Till YN's larges hands hold him in place, massaging Jeff's ass watching as his hole is sucking the dildo, with a firm tug YN removes the toy without warning causing Jeff to cum across the floor with a whorish moan, Jeff looks over his shoulder to see YN's dark predatory eyes boring into his body like he was prey, he quickly looks away as YN stares intently on Jeffs pucker twitching and fluttering as he breathes, suddenly Jeff moans when he feels YN's tongue over his entrance the wetness of YN's tongue as it glides over the rim and into his puckering hole caused Jeff to throw his hands back over YN's head. YN remained in Jeffs grip using Jeff's moans as guidance.

YN tapped Jeffs hands to release him, Jeff's hole now with a slick shine to it was more than ready for YN's cock, with that in mind YN gave himself a few extra tugs. Slowly YN slides his cock inside Jeff, causing him to throw his hips back on YN's cock, moaning desperately, wanting more. YN began to pick up the pace and increasing the roughness meeting Jeffs trust backs.

all that could be heard were moans, panting and skin slapping, Jeff almost choked as his head his pulled up by the tie he almost forgot he was wearing. How could he forget the tie YN wrapped round him as a leash. Jeff chocked being raised up to meet the hot chest of YN feeling YN lick, suck and bite his sensitive neck, he turns to heatedly kiss YN their heated passion boiling over it was all so much, that Jeff came again causing a small puddle to have formed on the floor. As the kiss breaks YN bites harshly into Jeff's neck causing a faint metalic taste of blood to hit his tongue but Jeff suddenly tightens up milking YN for all he had as hot thickness fills him to the brim.

YN slowly kisses the bite " you are such are good boy Jeff, Who's a good boy?" Jeff face down tilts his head to look at YN " Woof I'm the good boy" with that YN gives Jeff's ass a light spank and pulls his cock out to the mesmerizing sight of Jeff's gaped cream filled hole.

Jeff whines suddenly from the emptiness but also when YN lifts him about effortlessly to the couch, YN sensed this times like this Jeff wanted to stay in the moment as long as possible so he sat down and lowered Jeff's loose dripping hole down on to his cock causing Jeff to moan and nuzzle closer to YN's heated body. Snug and plugged with YN.

Feel free to like, repost and leave comments.

if you would like to suggest any kinks you want me to write for this babygirl leave them in the comments, I have a few in mind already but I'll happily take some suggestions too.

[lacel0veletters]

Bakugou katsuki is a whimperer.

He tries his hardest to muffle his voice or make his noises into low groans but he cant. You simply feel too good wrapped around him. He just can't seem to stop himself once he really gets into it.

The soft yet oh so whiny moans that he tends to let out while he's moving in and out of your hole slowly. Making sure to feel every inch of you.

Not to mention how loud he is once he picks up the pace. You always seem to end up littered with bite marks and hickeys all over your upper body and the nape of your neck.

In katsuki's mind, his whimpers may be a little embarrassing, but god, do you look pretty all marked up from his sorry attempts at muffling the noises.

[bloodyboi]

[brachiochannie]

unfaithful (lee chanyoung x male reader)

wherein anton indulges in pleasures with someone who’s not his girlfriend

sub bottom anton, dom top male reader, smut, college au, fingering, stroking, implied unprotected sex, cheating (please don’t do this)

1,421 words

anton shrieks… inside his head. although he could not stop the moans spilling out of his mouth. he could not help but tighten his grip on your hair, clamp his eyes shut, and curl his toes as you bob your head up and down his cock and give him the best head of his life. he drowns the thought in his head. he hated—absolutely loathed—to admit, but blowjobs would never feel the same after this. with your expertise in blowjobs—dragging a heavy tongue along his tall shaft, before suckling around the sensitive head and tonguing the leaking slit, and then bobbing all of his throbbing length using your warm, wet mouth, and oh his balls you never neglected—anton curses, “fuck,” with his chest heaving. 

“y/n, y/n, shit,” he whimpers shakily. you shot him a smug look as you lap harder on his tip while jerking off his length slick from your saliva. your other hand cupped his balls and massaged them slowly—you could feel how heavy they felt in your grasp, clearly showing how pent up he was. “h-hyung! fuck!” the corners of your lips tug upwards while your cock throbbed at the sight of anton being such a mess. his hair was unkempt, his head pressed down the pillow as his back arched achingly. his legs, which were spread wide open at the start of the night clamped tightly around your head as he has not felt so sensitive, so good, so pleasured with anyone. not even with his girlfriend.  

you weren’t surprised that anton brought a girlfriend and introduced her to you in your third month of living together in your shared apartment. anton had the looks and obviously the body that would attract a whole crowd. a fucking pretty face and a muscular body that girls and gays would absolutely swoon over. and when he did introduce his girl to you, it did not sit right. no, he should not have a girlfriend or a boyfriend that’s not you. with the way he relies on you and asks for help with almost all tasks, from reaching the bowl in the top of the cupboard to repairing his broken closet. the way he asks you to help in coding all the data for his homework. the way he asks to sleep beside you every night because he fears the dark. the way he asks you to spoon him and hold him tight for him to sleep. the way he would request you to help him get off because apparently, your hands feel better than his, and he’d have the best orgasms of his life. 

how come he's never felt this way with his girlfriend of two years? did he even feel good whenever he has sex with her? how could he even get it up for her, when he only feels achingly hard and wet whenever he is around you? he is by no means gay, or is he? he is certain he felt no attraction or a pulse in his dick when he saw you sweaty and heaving when you lifted a heavyweight at the gym. surely, he never had a boner when he saw you fresh out of the shower with a towel around your waist and toned chest, abs, biceps, pecs, and muscled legs on display. he is completely sure he never felt aroused when he suddenly walked in to you naked while jerking off in your room. but why does he find himself constantly thinking of your huge cock, your pubes, and your heavy balls to the point that he wants to know how it feels inside him? how about the way he gets light-headed whenever he takes a whiff from your used boxers and inhales your scent when he sneaks into your room? the way he’ll always want to stroke your cock whenever you touch yourselves together? how come he does not feel as sexually alive whenever he’s with his girlfriend? poor girlfriend, not even having the chance to see anton get it up for her. and poor anton, for feeling guilty, yet alive, for being this sexually turned on around you… and maybe for you only?

“f-feels so good, hyung,” he sobs, thrusting his hips upwards in search for more friction. his moans become high-pitched and louder as his dick gets more sensitive around your warm mouth. you hum around him as you take his cock full inside your mouth before swirling around the length. your fingers find its way down to his rim, which you rubbed softly. anton whimpers, thighs shaking as he does so, to which you responded by slowly pushing your fingers in. fucking slut for having his ass lubed before having you suck him off. 

“like how it feels, baby?” you pull out of his cock with a small ‘pop’ before stroking his wet length and fucking his tight hole with three fingers. you fingers prod at his swollen prostate, subsequently pulling a sting of whiny curses from his drooling mouth. he grabs on the pillows and arches his back harder, squirming and letting out high-pitched moans as you toy with his cock and hole. 

“you do it so well, hyung,” he whimpers as tears roll down his face. god, has he done a good deed in his past life to be submerged in the feeling of blissful feeling under you? everything feels so good that he could not help himself from thrusting up your palm and roll his hips to feel your fingers deeper inside him. 

“do what, baby?” you ask in a cocky tone, slowing down your strokes at a painfully slow pace that anton cries and whines at the slowing down of the buildup towards his orgasm. “t-this, hyung,” he breathes shakily, mind gone haywire to function normally. smirking at him, you slowly pull your long fingers from his velvety hole and release his twitching cock. he gasps, hiccuping as he clenches around your fingers in desperation. anton whimpers, tears pathetically flowing out of his eyes. fuck, you curse, tent forming in your boxers for having anton so fucked out under you without even penetrating him with your cock. 

“why did you stop,” the younger cries, humping the air for whatever friction he might get. his hole clenches and unclenches around nothing and he’s aching desperately for your touch. yet he does not even dare reach for his weeping cock or his empty hole. he knows that even he himself can’t match the pleasure you give him with your hands alone. he whines rather pathetically in hopes of feeling your hand wrapped around his desperate cock or thrusting inside his poor hole. and fuck, his whimpers didn’t help in containing your cock in your underwear. rather, you feel more blood flow to your leaking cock, begging to be released from your boxers’ confines.   

with your patience wearing thin, you tossed off your boxers and plunged your fingers inside anton’s mouth. immediately, he lathered your digits with his saliva and looks back at you with his teary, doe eyes. he gags around your fingers as you bury it deeper in his throat and moans nastily upon feeling you grind your cock against his. he rubs against you faster, harder, more desperate, moans getting louder and high-pitched as he chases his orgasm. 

“FUCK!” he gags as he pulls away from your fingers. white strings of cum pooled on his torso, some even reaching his face as he cums with a cry. his lidded eyes stare back at you as his pants through his lips covered with so much drool. his pink nipples standing tall over his heaving chest. his spent cock twitching, god how could anton be so beautifully wrecked before you even started jackhammering your cock inside him. 

you collect his cum with your fingers coated by his drool before stroking your cock with it. “you better moan my name tonight, baby,” you whisper, before gently pushing your thick cock past the ring of his hole. “SO BIG!” he squeals at the intrusion. his squeals later turn to blissful moans, whimpers brought by stimulation, and screams of your name and how good you make him feel. both of you were basically lost in your own world—moans erupting from your mouths, bed creaking from you fucking him deeper and faster as per his request and him having the time of his life riding your cock, sheets rustling from the different positions you’ve put him into—that you didn’t hear anton’s phone ringing. 

babe <333: 14 missed calls  

[simonsrileyhusband]

photos of simon you took:

photos of simon that johnny/kyle send you:

photos simon send you:

(the guys in the photo are johnny and kyle)

[starboye]

it's too big

simon had never thought he'd here those words coming out of your mouth "what do you mean i can make it fit" he tries to push it back in but you stip hom and sit back up "thats not gonna fit simon" you rub his cheek with your thumb, after a night out at the bar with the team simon just wanted to come home and fuck you but it seems that's out the window now

"can a poor man get a blowjob then" he nuzzles his face into your neck kissing at the skin, you could feel the pout on his face "if it wont fit in me then it wont fit in my mouth either" you hate to burst his bubble but no way was that gonna work unless you had amazing jaw strength "hey then how about we settle for a blowjob just for tonight then we can try again tomorrow" you offered

"fine" he layed back on the bed, you costing you hand with saliva to jerk him off, as much as he wanted to stay in a sulking mode you had a way of making him feel so good by jerking him off "ngh fuck keep going just like that" he choked out tightening his hand around your wrist

"like this" you slowed your pace to an agonizingly slow movement just to tease him a little, he wanted to protest but he was all yours for now, he didnt care what you did to him as long as it was to him "love please" he whimpers, his chest heaving up and down with heavy breaths, his back arching into your touch.

"y'gonna cum" you coo next to his ear teasing his tip, you could see drips of lre cum falling from it "yes yes yes" he nodded thrusting upwards but you calmed his body and kiss all the way down his torso back to his cock, sticking your tongue out and tell him "then cum" so softly

without a single thought in uis mind he spurted his load all over your face, coating your tongue in his thick seed until he was grabbing a pillow to calm himself down "good boy" you coo kissing all down his still jumpy cock "fuck" he drips his head back down on the pillow "did that help" you crawl back up to him, still wiping the cum from your face and licking it off your fingers

"you have no idea" he grabs your chin to kiss you, tasting the aftermath of his cum still in your mouth

xoxo, starboye 💋

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𝔖𝔦𝔠𝔨 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱 Joel Miller x male reader

Summary: Accidentally inhaling aphrodisiac spores when on patrol with Joel Miller

Tags: Set between The Last of Us Part I and II. Male reader. He/him pronouns are used towards the reader. Friends to lovers. Lots of science rambling that can be skipped. Overstimulation. Sex pollen. Aphrodisiac spores. Age gap. Smut. Gay smut. Top Joel Miller. Bottom male reader. Handjob. Anal sex.

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Words count: 7000 words

Your horse’s hooves crunched rhythmically through the icy crust, breaking apart the layer that had hardened atop the road since dawn. You sat astride it with a loose posture, the reins slack in your gloves, not out of laziness but from quiet trust in the beast beneath you. Its coarse winter coat was dusted in pale flakes, which you brushed gently from its mane as it snorted softly, exhaling warm breath that curled through the air like smoke.

You murmured nonsense to it under your breath, fingertips carding through its thick mane, thumb trailing along the ridge of its strong neck.

Ahead of you, Joel’s figure broke the horizon in long, steady strides of his horse. The worn brown coat he wore was dark against the snow, spotted with white. His rifle hung across his back and the familiar hunch of his shoulders gave away the fact he was already scanning for any promising structures that might yield a can of soup or an untouched medicine cabinet.

His horse moved at a sure pace, faster than yours and he never looked back once.

You bit your lower lip, teeth digging in enough that you felt the faint sting. The silence was a weight between you, thick and unwelcoming for most of the patrol.

You leaned forward slightly in your saddle, clearing your throat.

“Hey, uh…” You hesitated. Shit. Too many ways to ask this, and none of them sounded good in your head. You went with the one that had been festering in your brain since Maria handed you the new schedule this morning. “Do you have any idea why Ellie asked to switch patrol partners this week?”

The second you said it, you winced. It sounded accusatory, like you were prying into something you weren’t supposed to know.

Joel didn’t stop but his head turned, and he looked back at you over his shoulder.

Snowflakes clung to the scruff lining his jaw, tangled in the silvered strands of his beard. Hazel leaning to amber eyes met yours, brow drawn like usual.

Fuck, he was so handsome.

That gaze held you frozen for a second and then he turned back forward without saying anything.

You scrambled to patch it. “I just meant, y’know—hope she’s alright.”

“She’s fine.” A faint mutter back as the only answer you got. Didn’t address what you really asked.

You sat back in your saddle, exhaling slowly, watching your breath curl away like smoke from a dying fire.

The horses continued forward in tandem, hooves crunching the snow in that steady rhythm again until Joel’s horse let out a low nicker and Joel gave a grunt as he pulled on the reins.

“Hold up,” he called and you tugged your horse to a stop beside him, coming close enough to see ta descent hidden under a treacherous quilt of white.

The snow dipped fast here, sliding down into a basin where the large roof of a house poked up barely above the surface. You could only see the tip of its peak, the chimney like a crooked finger reaching up from the grave.

“Jesus,” you breathed, shifting in your saddle.

Joel dismounted with practiced ease, boots sinking into the snow with a muted thump. He walked toward you, glancing over your horse’s bridle.

You started moving to do the same, grabbing the rope from your saddle to find somewhere to hitch the animal but Joel reached out and took the rope from your hands, his gloves brushing against yours just briefly. “I got it.”

You blinked. “Oh—I mean, I can—”

“I said I got it,” he muttered, turning before you could answer, tone gruff and clipped with no real edge to it.

You watched him walk away with both ropes, tying the horses down near the base of a bare tree, checking the knots twice. Then he turned back and started walking toward you again, shooting you a quick glance before his eyes dropped back to the snow and he trudged forward, jaw tight, gloved hands flexing.

You didn’t say anything as he passed you, just turned to follow him as he stepped carefully into the snow toward the house that lay buried beneath the frost.

The descent looked steep and slick, but there was a stupid itch that crawled right up your spine.

You’d ridden the tension of Joel’s quiet for long enough and now that you were finally off the horse, boots sinking ankle-deep into snow that practically swallowed your ankles, the temptation was too good to pass up.

You crouched before throwing yourself backward and let your weight carry you down. Soon the snow greeted your ass with a soft, satisfying crunch before you slipped down fast. Cold stung your cheeks and the wind clawed at your face in the most fun way possible.

Behind you now that you surpassed him, you heard Joel’s voice carry through the crisp air.

“Are you fuckin’ serious?!”

It made you laugh harder, the sound catching in your throat and blooming outward until you collided with the incline of the buried roof. A flurry of snow rained down from the eaves above, thumping into your hood, spilling down your back. You choked out a gasp from the coldness but even as you shoved the snow off your head and shoulders, you couldn’t stop grinning.

Dusting yourself completely, the flush of exhilaration was still warm under your skin, fighting back the bite of frost.

Then Joel appeared from the top of the hill, trudging down with that big, square frame. You barked out another laugh at the look on his face.

He looked beyond pissed, jaw locked tight, mouth set in that signature scowl, eyes that held fury, surprise, and a glint of reluctant amusement hiding behind his scowl that he’d be damned if he ever let you see it.

You pull that kinda stupid shit again,” he growled once he was close enough to loom over you, “I’ll leave your goddamn body out here for the infected to find, see how long you last.”

The low rumble of his voice dragged down your spine, no sarcasm or laughter in his tone.

“Worth it.” Your grin only widened and he groaned in annoyance and turned sharply, trudging toward the side of the partially buried chalet without giving you another glance.

You went to the other side with a spring in your step, gun free while eyes scanned the snow-sunken facade. On the far end, hidden beneath a white curtain of ice-glossed ivy, was a tall window pane, mostly unbroken, though the glass was filmed with frost and streaked by old melt marks.

You approached it carefully and leaned in, using your gloved fingers to rub a circle of visibility through the foggy layer.

The room inside was a full-blown lab. Makeshift but organized, a mess inside only science could make. Metal tables lined with test tubes, vials filled with preserved samples of unknown and apparently rotten liquids.

You half-whispered, half-called over your shoulder, “Joel.”

You heard his footsteps crunch toward you just a few seconds later, fast and heavy. He stepped up behind you, his body close enough that you could feel the heat from him through all that damn flannel and denim and leather. His left hand braced against the side of the window as he leaned forward to peer in.

Your eyes flicked to his arm bent at the elbow, flexed from the slight lean, thick under the tight sleeve of his shirt where his jacket had pulled back. Veins like cords twisted along his forearm, disappearing into the glove at his wrist.

You forced your attention back to the lab. “Looks pretty clean in there. Not too dusty. Might be medicine and supplies.”

He gave a soft grunt in response while his eyes stayed on the room for another second, narrowed slightly.

Without a word, he stepped back, shifted the rifle off his shoulder, gripped it at the barrel and with one quick motion, raised the butt of it.

The glass exploded in a clean fracture under the weight of his swing. Shards burst outward and you flinched on instinct.

The remaining edges of the window splintered inward. Joel gave them a quick once-over before stepping in, boots crunching as they touched down on the dark wood floor inside.

“You comin’ in or what?” He turned back, giving you a look. His brow lifted before he added, “Figured if nobody came runnin’ when your dumb ass rolled down that slope, place’s probably empty.”

You climbed in after him, boots thudding against the floorboards and exhaled a quiet breath. The air inside was cold but untouched. Your gun stayed low, loose in your grip but ready.

You went left, he went right. The place wasn’t huge, just one main room, everything scattered but oddly preserved. Your eyes caught on a stash in the corner and you knelt, rifling through what looked like a first aid kit still sealed. Antibiotics, gauze, alcohol, a cache of painkillers, labeled and bagged, bottles still full and expiry date a few years out. Your heart jumped at the treasure found.

There were coins there as well. Metal, worn but intact. Circular, silver with a black enamel inlay. The firefly logo etched across the surface, an insect with outstretched wings, speared through by a vertical line.

There was a whole open floor empty beyond your position and, at the far end, wooden stairs led down. You walked toward them, cautious, gun still at the ready.

As you reached the stairs, particles floated in the shaft of faint light that fell from above.

Spores.

You crouched quickly, unshouldering your pack, flipping it open and digging through the supplies. Fingers fumbling until they closed around the mask. You yanked it free, pulled the straps around your head and started to seal it tight.

Joel was still across the room, his broad back to you, opening drawers and scavenging the place while his hand remained loose over the handle of his revolver, head slightly tilted downward in focus.

Your eyes roamed shamelessly, every inch of him was weathered in the most painfully attractive way and you lingered too long.

Your foot shifted slightly, the floor groaned.

You opened your mouth, his name halfway up your throat when the wood beneath your boots gave out with a snap, splintering down the center.

Your back and shoulders scraped down jagged beams, the slap of gravity pulling you through the tight shaft until you slammed into the floor below, shoulder-first, the impact blooming pain across your collarbone and upper back.

A strangled sound ripped from your throat that was half curse, half gasp. You bounced, rolled to your side, landing hard on your ribs and hip, the floor beneath you unforgiving and damp.

Your breath punched out of your lungs, and for a second, all you could do was lay there, curled slightly, jaw clenched as a long, dry groan dragged from your throat.

The air was wrong. Thick, wet and almost syrupy, like you’ve dropped into the lungs of something alive. Humidity clinging to your skin through the cracks in your jacket.

The smell is a layered, sickening mélange of rot that’s gone sweet with time, earthy decay soaked in moisture.

Your eyes start watering, it feels like your lungs have been lined with spider silk soaked in vinegar. A burn blooms in your throat, sharp and sudden at the first breath, like the air is slicing on the way down.

Your body bucked on instinct. A wheeze tore up your throat, nostrils flared and instantly recoiled.

You shoved yourself upright, coughing dryly, mouth open but refusing to inhale again.

You pulled the mask down with a rough tug, fingers scrambling at the small button of the purifier unit and pressed hard.

The machine vibrated against your cheek, a dull, mechanical hum that began to work.

Your lungs begged for oxygen, ribs now clenching in panic, diaphragm spasming as you waited.

The air filtered through the mask started to feel cooler.

You pulled in a small breath. It didn’t burn this time, the air now feeling artificial.

The pressure in your chest loosened. You swallowed hard, heart pounding like a fist behind your sternum and sagged forward against the wall behind you.

You breathed deep and the filtered air fed your lungs, staving off the panic.

Joel’s voice tore down through the ruined floor as he called your name, tone gravel-thick and thunderous, sharp with panic. You could hear his boots scuffling above, wood groaning dangerously under his weight. You looked up through the splintered opening, all the ceiling was covered in those pinkish walls made of fungus, hence why it was so weak to your weight and gave away.

His face appeared, the muscles in his neck were taut, jaw tight and eyes wide.

“I’m fine!” you shouted, voice muffled behind the plastic and filters of your respirator. You lifted your arm slightly, wincing. “Don’t come close, the floor’s fuckin’ rotten!”

His jaw flexed, eyes tracking the layout quickly before he cursed again before he disappeared rom view as he backed away from the rim of the hole. Even then, you could still hear him pacing, booths thudding in short, frustrated steps.

Finally, you had the breath to look around. The chamber below was far larger than you expected, a full-blown Firefly lab. The quality of what was left here, even if buried under spores and decay, screamed intent.

Fluorescent lights still clung to the ceiling in long, unbroken bars, cracked but intact. A metal gurney with padded restraints sat center-stage and trays of unused surgical instruments glinted on a shelf.

It was organized, intact and completely drowned in spores.

You turned slowly, lifting your flashlight. The beam cut across thick plumes of particulate matter—pinkish, soft as down, thick as fog. You couldn’t see more than ten feet ahead without seeing spores shift in your beam. They clung to the ceilings, ballooning in dense patches—fungal colonies like pulsing lungs latched to the beams above.

There was nothing here. No clickers, corpses or even bones.

How the hell had all these spores flooded the place without anything ever dying here?

Something touched your arm and you recoiled violently, breath choking in your throat, a muffled, startled “FUCK!” bursting past your respirator. Your gun raised on instinct, heart skidding into panic.

It was Joel.

He had dropped down through the stares you were also supposed to take and his boots were now planted solid beside yours. Snow crusted his shoulders, mask was on tight. The lenses fogged slightly from his breath and his gloved hand gripped your bicep hard enough to anchor you in place.

He said your name low, voice slightly distorted behind the mask’s filter unit.

“You hurt?” he asked, tone rough and steady, eyes scanning you, flicking over your chest and arms for any injury. “Talk to me.”

His grip on your arm didn’t loosen, fingers clamped just above your elbow, firm and grounding and the way his sharp gaze was fixed on you sent a tight shiver up your spine.

You swallowed hard, tried to answer, but something in your tongue tangled. Your voice stuck. Maybe it was the mask or the pain still radiating in your shoulder.

You could feel the thick line of muscle under his coat, his forearm flexed just slightly with the hold. His glove had slipped back a little and you could see the veins in his wrist, raised over sinew and tanned skin.

You blinked fast, heat slid into your cheeks, a slowness curled through your stomach, a strange pressure behind your eyes, like your blood was moving differently all of a sudden.

Joel’s fingers squeezed your arm harder.

“You gonna answer me or not?” His voice was gruffer this time and sharper, but the edge was concerned, cloaked in impatience.

You cleared your throat. “I’m—fuck, I’m fine. Landed hard on my arm, that’s all. Just a bit numb. Didn’t break.”

Joel’s eyes narrowed slightly, those rich hazel irises locked to yours, searching for any lie, the tension around his brow eased enough and let go of your arm. Slowly and reluctantly.

Then he pulled out his pistol, the metal glinting slightly in the artificial light as he stepped past you, solid and silent. He didn’t glance back as he muttered, “Don’t fuck around in here.”

He moved half a step ahead of you, as if shielding you, checking corners, vents, behind ruined tables.

“I made a lot of noise when I fell,” you said after a moment, eyes still flicking toward darkened corners. “If anyone was down here, infected or not, they would’ve jumped me already.”

You moved slowly, your boots gliding across the damp concrete floor. Your heart was still hammering, but it wasn’t the same tight spike in your ribs or shortness of breath. It was different slower now and heavier. Like your body was trying to tell you something it hadn’t figured out how to say yet.

You reached the edge of a workstation mottled now with patches of thick, fleshy mold that bloomed in pinkish tendrils across its surface like bruised coral. A few black strands of mycelium threaded through it like veins, pulsing faintly under the dim overhead light, their edges glistening wet.

The sight turned your stomach slightly, but you kept your gloved fingers steady as you reached toward a paper half-submerged in that wall of gross, spongy matter. It stuck a little when you tugged, tore faintly at one corner, but you coaxed it free, holding it up to the beam of your flashlight.

The ink had bled in places, the middle of the page warped by whatever moisture or rot had saturated the mold. But the text was still legible. You squinted at the heading:

[PAGE 7 – Entry 3.2a] (Corner torn, middle stuck together with green mold latticework)

…first success with fungal/plant hybridization observed at 09:34. Spore culture 7G-Alpha2 successfully integrated plasmid DNA from Panax quinquefolius via Agrobacterium-mediated transformation. Fusion strain exhibited marked increase in alkaloid production, unusual for a fungal host.

No fruiting body yet, but the lab humidity chamber has sustained active mycelial growth for 72 hours. Odor profile altered, slight pheromone volatility.

It was hard to wrap your head around at first, bioengineering, spore cultures, DNA fusion with plant-based alkaloids.

You blinked. The print started to blur slightly from your own eyes. A warmth started to crawl under your skin, like standing too close to a fire.

The paper shook slightly in your grip.

Blood serum from rat trials (Group C) shows a significant spike in dopamine and oxytocin levels post-aerosol exposure.

(Handwriting changes. More urgent and slightly uneven.)

Repeat: Respiratory intake is the only variable. Sample B221 designated as viable for further study.

IMPORTANT: pathogen is non-contagious, inert outside of air-saturated chamber. Transmissibility halts without direct spore inhalation. Gene-editing safeguards remain intact. Replication cascade requires >95% humidity and nutrient gel base to activate.

NOTE: Confirm sterilization thresholds before storage.

You let the page drop onto the table, breath pushing out in a soft huff through your mask. Your chest rose and fell slowly, like your lungs were pressing out against something thick. Not hard to breathe, just heavy. Your eyes stung again, not with tears this time, but a strange sort of pressure behind them, as if a headache was blooming there.

You rubbed a gloved hand against your forehead, then turned and that’s when you saw a tank in the corner of the lab, half-shrouded in the drifting cloud of spores. Glass, large and thick but with one entire side cracked. The inner wall was fogged over with old condensation, now streaked with pinkish residue.

Inside, two small skeletons, rodent-sized. One lay curled in the corner, partially buried under a pile of decomposed straw bedding. The other closer to the cracked glass, lay on its side, bones bleached by exposure and time, ribs cracked inward. No visible growth or spores clinging to the bones and yet, this had to be where it started.

One of them, maybe spooked or altered by the hybrid strain, must have panicked. Slammed against the glass, broke the seal and the spores released, flooding the lab.

Your fingers reached for the small stack of papers next to the base of the tank, corners browned, text visible under fungal smudges. You flipped through them, heart thudding harder now.

The first few lines jumped out at you:

“Strain B221 is no longer Cordyceps. Its host behavior is driven not by neural hijack, but chemical amplification. Sexual arousal is observed as byproduct of pheromone analogs stimulating limbic regions directly…”

Subject 15 (male, 32. Accidentally inhaled spores when mask malfunctioned) self-reported lucid state. Vitals spiked: pulse at 158 bpm, skin temp +3.6°F, erection maintained for 37 minutes post-exposure with no physical contact.

Subject did not lose speech or identity.

(Sticky zone begins. It’s smudged, brownish-gold mold—scraped text legible in places)

Increased tactile sensitivity begins 10-15 minutes post-exposure. Subdermal flush around neck, thighs, lower abdomen. Shivering, full-body muscle tension. Erection onset within 10 mins of phase start, resistant to manual suppression.

Increase in tear production, ocular surface wetness. Scleral micro-discoloration: red flush forming at medial corners of eyes, growing outward, associated with burst capillary dilation + fungal metabolite buildup.

STRONG HYPOTHESIS: Fungus aims for propagation via sexual fluid exchange but lacks vector. Safety threshold remains: not contagious via skin, saliva, or semen. Only active in the direct inhalation zone.

You lowered the papers, heartbeat thudding faster in your ears now. Your neck felt damp, pulse fluttered under the skin, and your fingers, shaky now, flexed against the notes.

This is just panic. That’s what you told yourself. Residual adrenaline, shock and pain. Chemicals fucking with your head.

You turned your head, mouth slightly open behind the mask, lips now wet.

The page you held trembled in your grip again. Your arms felt a little like jelly, spine pulled into a slow arch as you inhaled deeper than you meant to. It felt too good.

You dropped the stack to the filthy floor without thought, boots crunching lightly over a smear of dried spores and dust and held the last page tight between trembling fingers.

[PAGE 4 – Entry 6.3: Flare-Up Termination Response]

You could barely focus. The words were fuzzy at the edges, letters bleeding in and out like water-smeared ink, but you forced yourself to trace them, each line landing like a hammer against your spine:

Activation of neurochemical effects now appears governed by host endocrine cycles.

Initial hypothesis of random arousal episodes disproven. Host hormone panels show pattern: recurring surge in fungal expression linked to pulsatile testosterone and cortisol rhythms approx. every 29–32 days.

Strain lies dormant within lymphatic and pulmonary tissue during inactive periods. Reactivation corresponds with small but measurable hormonal fluctuations, suggesting fungal intelligence keyed to endocrine shifts.

Symptoms remain until sexual climax occurs. Neurochemical scan reveals drop-off in fungal signaling immediately following orgasm.

Spike in dopamine, prolactin and oxytocin likely flood receptor sites, disrupting fungal influence and causing symptoms to alleviate over time.

A single bead of sweat rolled down your temple, slipping under the edge of your mask. The inside of your collar was soaked. Your breath hissed in and out of your filter system, loud and uneven, each inhale tighter than the last.

You felt it a presence behind you

Joel was standing behind you. You didn’t know how long he’d been watching. Had he read over your shoulder the whole time? Had he seen the way your knees had started to tremble?

He huffed. A single breath, deep and thick through his mask.

“What the fuck were these people on.” He muttered, voice flat and gruff through the static distortion of the respirator.

“Buncha freaks,” he added, head tilting slightly as he scanned the tank again. “All this damn science talk to explain the fungus makin’ folks horny once a month.” His tone is bitter and blunt.

A hum started in your ears, a pulsing buzz that crackled at the base of your skull, like someone had pressed your head against an old generator. Your heart was racing too fast. The corners of your vision flickered faintly and your cock gave a twitch in your pants.

You sucked in a breath, fast. Your chest burned under the pressure of your shirt. Fuck, the mask was too tight, too hot. You stumbled a step sideways and the page in your hand fluttered from your grip like ash.

Joel shifted behind you in sudden awareness.

“What the hell’s wrong with you?” he asked, his voice low, rougher now. Still trying to sound like he didn’t care too much. But you knew that tone. You’d heard it before when Ellie was missing too long from patrols.

You turned, your mouth opening, but nothing came out. You were panting, full lips parted behind the glass of the mask, leaving the inside fogged over. It smeared with each breath, your own condensation clouding your vision. You saw Joel’s outline, dark and solid, but the details were gone. Only the shape of him remained.

Your hands dropped to the table’s edge, knuckles white, the cool steel hissing against your palms through your gloves. You were burning.

The heat pooled low in your belly, pulsing and tightening. Your cock twitched again, harder this time, thickening in your pants. No friction, arousal bloomed in your nerves like static.

Joel called your name again, louder and sharper this time, but you didn’t answer.

His hand gripped your arm hard, pulling you halfway up off the table with one sharp motion.

It felt so good. The pressure of his hand on you, fingers wrapping around your bicep through your jacket and glove, anchoring you in place, his whole body solid beside yours. You turned your head toward him, lips parting on reflex, throat working with something you couldn’t swallow down.

It was instinct more than anything that made you jerk away. His touch felt like it was melting you and the mask became unbearable. Your muscles tensed as you tore out of his grip, stumbling toward the stairs.

Your boots pounded the steps, feet nearly slipping once as your equilibrium gave a pulse. You slammed your palm against the wall and caught yourself, everything felt like it was breathing.

Upstairs was colder, but it didn’t help, you staggered toward the broken window, the one Joel had smashed earlier and leaned against the wall beside it, fingers fumbling at the straps.

You ripped the mask off your face with one wild pull and it dropped, still connected by the dangling strap and hung from your wrist as your other hand clawed at your jacket. The zipper stuck and you swore loudly, yanked it down hard. Peeled it off like a second skin, undershirt now drenched with sweat.

You collapsed back against the cold wood of the wall, head hitting it with a dull thunk, eyes fluttering half-shut as your hands cupped your face.

Joel’s boots hit the wooden floor with short, hard thuds as he marched across the room, jaw clenched so tight the muscles twitched in his cheek. He reached you in three long strides and without hesitation, he reached up and tore the mask off his face. The hiss of the release valves and the scrape of straps broke the silence.

The look on your face near broke something deep inside him. Your skin was flushed high with heat, brow slick with sweat and your lips hung parted, breathing ragged and short, the muscles in your chest heaving like you’d been running uphill for miles.

“Joel—” you started, voice catching in your dry throat.

You could barely get the words out, barely keep your legs beneath you, but still, somehow, you tried. You reached for anything that didn’t lead to this. “It’s just the heat down there,” you muttered hoarsely, trying to keep your voice level.

Joel’s jaw ticked, the twitch in his cheek gave it away first. His shoulders pulled tight, lips parted, the words ground out between teeth so clenched it was a miracle they even made it into the air.

“Don’t lie to me.” He took one slow step closer threatening, he wasn’t gonna let you squirm out from under it with soft words or shaky logic.

“Don’t stand there tellin’ me lies to my goddamn face when your eyes’re goin’ red.” he snapped.

That caught you off guard. You stared back at him, heartbeat thudding like a war drum in your throat. With trembling fingers, you raised the mask still dangling from your wrist and pulled it up toward your face.

Your reflection stared back, twisted and blurred by the warping curve of the mask but the color still shone clear.

Your sclerae were no longer white. Laced with thin filaments of vascular pink that curled out from your irises.

The mask slipped as your grip failed and it clattered to the floor, your knees began to give and Joel’s hand shot out instinctively, callused fingers curled firm around your muscle, grounding you instantly grabbing your arm, hard and fast, gripping you just beneath the bicep.

The heat from his touch flared sharp beneath your skin, like a wire running directly to your core. Your chest jerked and you let out a sound that resembled half a pant and half a gasp.

You leaned into his touch before you even knew you were doing it and he felt the full weight of you press against his side. Joel guided you quickly, rougher than he meant to, toward a pair of dusty chairs behind a table.

You sagged into the seat with a rough, graceless thud, pulled down more by the arm than lowered carefully. He was bad, he knew, but you didn’t complain. You folded over yourself instead, elbows planted on your knees, head dropping into your hands. The chill of the room clashing with the inferno unspooling in your belly. It was impossible to ignore the tent in your pants, painful and throbbing.

Joel exhaled through his nose before taking a seat beside you, silent at first.

Your voice cracked when you finally spoke. “You…you probably shouldn’t be this close to me.”

Joel turned toward you, that line between anger and worry had worn thin over the last hour, and now it just looked like exhaustion and guilt.

“I might not know shit about that science crap,” he mumbled. “But even I caught the part where it ain’t contagious.” His voice was flat, throat working visibly when he swallowed.

He didn’t have anything else to say because his throat was a thick knot of worry, his brain couldn’t prioritize what to yell at first about how stupid it was to come down here, how he should’ve been watching you like a hawk or about how goddamn helpless he felt now, with nothing to shoot, nothing to kill, no way to stop what was burning you up from the inside out.

Joel’s jaw clenched, his eyes wouldn’t leave your face.

Christ, you looked wrecked.

Expression ached with something hot and helpless, lips twitching as if trying to form a word you didn’t know how to say. You were burning up in front of him with need and not once had you begged or pleaded or lashed out.

You were just taking it, shaking through it strong, even while falling apart.

And hell if you didn’t still look—

He cut the thought off before it finished. Wasn’t right. Not now.

The heat from you bled into his clothes and skin. He felt it in his ribs, in his neck and in his gut. Every inch of him screamed to get you somewhere safe, but nowhere was safe now. Not from this.

So he gave you what he could.

Joel shifted beside you for the chair to creak and the scent of him to wash over you, sweat and cedar. You hadn’t even realized you’d learned so far into him.

His hand came to rest on your waist, firm and grounding. You twitched at the contact, and yet didn’t pull away. His fingers flexed once against your side, thick and calloused and warm, and then you were being pulled closer into him.

The ugly squeal of your chair legs scraped across the floor.

Your hands gripped his shoulder, hard, desperate. You buried your face in the curve between his neck and shoulder, trying to hide the groan that clawed its way up your throat. His flannel scratched your cheek but you didn’t care.

“Shoulda kept my fuckin’ eyes on you,” he muttered into your hair, voice low and tight. “You wouldn’t be in this mess if I hadn’t…This’s on me.”

You shook your head against his collarbone and tried to talk to express how it wasn’t his fault, that it was all yours, but the words collapsed into a guttural hiss as his hand moved, gliding downward with terrible slowness.

Your whole body jolted when warm, thick and firm fingers cupped the bulge in your pants.

Your teeth sank into your lower lip until you tasted blood, your breath hitching into ragged whimpers. You couldn’t look at him.

“Joel—” you gasped, unsure what you were about to beg for.

But he didn’t stop, his thumb moved in a slow circle over the wet spot you’d soaked through your pants, so gentle it felt like cruelty.

He turned his face into your hair, breathed in slow.

“I’m gonna help you,” he said, voice gone hoarse, just a whisper now, like he hated himself for every syllable. “Ain’t right lettin’ you sit here like this when I can stop it.”

Your heart pounded so loud it drowned everything else, fingers tightening in his shirt, hips lifting to meet the slow pressure of his hand. Shame made your face flush to the roots.

His hand moved again, undoing your belt and working your zipper down. Every movement broadcast how much he didn’t want to scare you. There was a subtle catch in his breath when your cock sprang free, hard and leaking against your abdomen.

“You’re burnin’ up bad.” He breathed, low and reverent.

You nodded against his neck, eyes screwed shut. “Please.”

That one word broke something in him. His fingers wrapped around your shaft and you let out a ragged moan as your hips bucked into the heat of his grip. Your forehead pressed tighter to his neck.

“I got you,” he whispered, hands starting to work, twisting near the tip, pulling tight at the base and sending sparks up your spine each time.

He nuzzled the side of your face, beard scraping your cheek. “Ain’t right how pretty you look like this.”

You whimpered pathetically and his thumb circled your slit with the lightest pressure, smearing your precum.

Your hips rolled helplessly up into his fist, every stroke pulling the orgasm closer but never letting you fall over the edge and he kept going, whispering into your hair, murmuring gruff, sweet nonsense that shouldn’t have worked but made you shudder every time.

His forehead pressed into the crook of your neck, his hand pumping faster now, breath now shakier. His other free hand brushed your stomach, fingers splayed flat across your abdomen, grounding you and keeping you in place.

You cursed and sobbed his name over and over. Each time more broken and desperate as your cock throbbed wildly, precum soaking his fingers and your abdomen.

You shouted his name, hips jerking wildly into his hand as thick ribbons of cum splattered your shirt and his hand. You gasped and broke apart in his arms, the high so sharp it bordered on pain.

Joel held you the whole way through as your frame sagged into him, breath in ragged gasps. His hand finally let go of your twitching cock, cupping the back of your head instead and pulling you tighter into his neck.

The second the last spasm of your orgasm passed, a new wave of pain slithered its way up, that burning ache hadn’t left as your dick throbbed angrily.

Your breath caught again, this time not from pain, but the sting of need ripping through your belly.

Every inch of his exhale soaked into your skin, warm condensation painting the side of your throat, followed by the gentle, maddening scrape of his beard. A dry rasp that danced across the oversensitized line of your jaw and shoulder, each bristle dragged across the flesh.

Your brain was a fogged glass window, heat smeared across it in trembling streaks and you groaned as you pulled back only to climb him.

Your knees hit the outside of his thighs and you straddled him, planting yourself in his lap with a desperate moan, the shape of his big bulge now grinding flush against your ass through both of your pants.

A huff of shocked air left his lungs, half a grunt, half a curse.

No words escaped him as your mouth crushed his, your hands dove into the heavy bristle of his beard, fingers cupping the rough cut of his jaw as you forced your mouth against his while grinding hard against the thick bulge in his pants.

A grunt was ripped from his chest, rumbling up his throat from the sudden kiss, lips parting beneath yours before he even thought to resist. That first second he froze but the time to recover and he kissed you back like he was starved.

His hands came up hard, wide palms slamming against your back to pull you into him as chapped and rough lips moved with your own. There was a hunger in the way he tilted his head, letting your mouth press deeper into his, groaning again when your tongue slid along his.

He hadn’t expected this, didn’t think he’d get to touch you ever. Now you were straddling and kissing him like it might undo the agony inside you.

You moaned into him and he gasped again, pulling back to breathe but your lips chased him, eyes hazy and lost. You made a quiet, broken noise when he didn’t meet you right away, a whimper that cracked in the back of your throat.

He hated every piece of how this happened. This wasn’t how he wanted to earn you.

He wanted you to choose him because you saw him for who he was and wanted him anyway.

You kissed him again, this time down his throat. Your lips fastened to the rough column of his neck, soft and open-mouthed, tongue licking a trembling path to the notch of his collarbone, lavishing the path ahead.

The outline of his cock throbbed thick against your ass, and your body ground down even harder, seeking the friction with a rhythm that made you gasp while looping your arms around his shoulders to keep steady.

With a low growl, Joel’s hand slid down and hooked beneath your thigh, gripping tight to help you grind deeper against him. His voice rasped out near your ear, breath shaking.

“Y’keep movin’ like that and I ain’t gonna be able to hold back.” He murmured, lips brushing your jaw.

Your hands flew down, fumbling with his belt and he watched you with wide, dark eyes, chest heaving as your fingers yanked open the buckle and fought the button free.

He groaned the second your hand pulled him free, thick, hot and heavy. He was bigger than you’d even imagined in the loneliest of nights.

Joel’ broad palms dropped to your ass sliding inward with a warm smear of spit as he circled your rim with maddening slowness, then pushed one thick finger in without warning.

The stretch burned, but not enough to make you stop or even slow down. You rocked back onto him instinctively, greedy, grinding down to take him deeper.

His other hand came up to stroke your lower back, grounding you as he added a second finger. This time he slowed, watched your face, lips parted and trembling as the stretch widened and your nails dug into the flannel on his chest. The ache rode a razor’s edge with pleasure.

Joel twisted his fingers as he fucked them in and out of you, wrist flexing just so to press against that hot, shivering bundle of nerves inside.

You pulled back, his fingers sliding free with a wet sound that made your cheeks flush and when he reached for you again, you were already rising onto your knees, lining yourself up. One hand gripped the base of his thick and hot cock before slamming yourself down on it.

“Ah—fuck—” Joel choked out, his head snapping forward to bury in your neck, voice breaking against your skin as your tight heat swallowed him whole in a single motion.

Your hole stretched around him with brutal urgency. The burn was immediate, the ache sharp, your body seized again as you came with no warning, just an explosion that tore through your nerves. Your cock twitched where it was trapped between your abdomens, painting streaks of cum across Joel’s stomach and your shirt, your chest heaving as your walls clamped down hard, milking him with pulsing aftershocks of your sudden orgasm and he cursed into your neck.

“Goddamn—you came?” His voice was hoarse, near disbelief while his hands grabbed your hips so hard you thought he’d bruise you, holding you flush against him, buried to the hilt.

Your hole spasmed again, fluttering around him and drawing another groan from his throat as you cockwarmed him. He was panting now, breath hot and erratic against your skin.

Joel felt your still hard cock poking against his stomach, leaking slick again even though you’d just come.

One thick arm snaked down beneath your ass, the other sliding up to your waist, and with one solid motion, he stood.

“J–Joel?” you gasped, voice wrecked.

“Shhh,” he growled while holding you so tight and close that the angle didn’t change, you whimpered when he adjusted you higher against his chest.

Glass shattered, metal clanged, paper flew as Joel’s hand swept across the table near the center of the room, knocking everything to the floor in one vicious sweep of his arm.

It was impossible to care for any of those things when he dropped you down onto the now-cleared tabletop and pushed your thighs open wider, stepped between them, and rammed himself back in with the full force of his body behind it.

“F–fuck!” Your arms snapped tight around his neck, legs locking around his waist. You clung to him, body shaking as he bottomed out again with no warning or pause.

He pulled back and slammed back in again.

Your head fell back with a cracked moan, neck exposed, chest arched. His name poured out of you like a prayer. Joel grunted with every thrust, sweat dripping down the sides of his face, neck corded tight with strain.

You were gone for the feel of him fucking you, claiming and filling you up so completely you didn’t know where he ended and you began. The table shook beneath you with each savage thrust, the wood groaning in protest under Joel’s strength.

Your cock rubbed between you again, hard and wet and pressed to his abs. Each slam of his hips rocked it up your abdomen, drawing gasps and broken noises from your throat, dragging your insides with every inch it claimed and then retreated from.

His head dropped into the crook of your neck, beard rasping against your pulse, breath hot and heavy as it stuttered into your skin.

His voice cracked against your throat. “Still wonderin’ why Ellie swapped patrols with you?”

It was surreal hearing his voice cut through the fog now. You hadn’t even realized the fungus haze had thinned. Not gone, but faltering.

“I—yea—mmmf—” You tried to respond but it broke halfway into a moan when his cock sank back in to the base and stayed there.

“She Saw the way I was watchin’ you. Knew I was askin’ too many goddamn questions ‘bout how you were.” He said with a raw voice as he grounded into you.

“Kid gave me this week. Told me to stop bein’ a stubborn, miserable bastard and just make a move.”

You shivered, breath punching out of you with every thrust.

“Joel—” you moaned.

“Didn’t want this to happen this way but I ain’t lettin’ you suffer alone.” He groaned again, biting into your shoulder briefly.

Your mouth opened but only more gasps came out. Finally, between broken breaths: “I’d’ve said somethin’, Joel…if I’d known… I—I—fuck—I wanted you…”

That did something to him. His thrusts grew rougher and faster. The rhythm shattered and replaced by raw instinct.

Your lips crashed together, his tongue plunged into your mouth, devouring you as his hips slammed forward one final time as he came.

The heat erupted inside you, his cock pulsing thick spurts coming deep in your abdomen, his entire body shuddering against yours. He groaned into your mouth, voice wrecked, lost, the sound of a man giving up every defense he ever had.

Your cock jerked between you, untouched, and splattered hot release all across his abdomen and yours.

The air between your bodies steamed, heavy and thick with the scent of sweat and sex. Your face was buried against Joel’s shoulder, every breath a sharp drag of oxygen through your teeth, his beard scratching against your temple with each slight twitch of his jaw.

Joel let out a breath that landed heavy against the skin of your throat.

This fucked-up fungus was now fused to you now. Living in your system. You didn’t know when it would happen again but all you had clue of was what it meant it will do.

You felt your throat tighten from dread.

“I’ve got it in me,” you whispered. “I—fuck, Joel. I’ll have to live with this.”

“You ain’t alone in it,” he murmured. “I’m here. You hear me?” Voice softer and lower now.

He gave you a moment before handing you your wrinkled shirt. You slipped it over your head slowly, wincing with each movement before doing the same with your pants.

You both moved slowly through the same broken window.

The air outside was colder but clean and you paused near the horses.

“We ain’t tellin’ no one,” He said, tone flat and quiet, “when we get back to Jackson,” he continued, low and firm, “this stays between us. That lab, the spores, what it did to you.” A beat. “Ain’t nobody else’s business.”

He looked at you like you were already his to protect.

He stepped back, mounting his horse in one practiced motion, tone now taking a lower, husky edge to it as he spoke again. “Next time it starts again, you come find me. I don’t care what time it is, where we are. You don’t go through that by yourself, y’hear me?”

[ruesol]

Boxer!Sukuna who makes you kiss his gloves before his match for good luck.

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His team had left the locker room and it was just the two of you now. You were sitting on a bench while he organized his bag. “I didn’t know you got so many freebies from your sponsorships.” In your hand, was a brand new boxing shoe that he received from UnderArmor for a sports shoot campaign.

“Eh, they’re not really what I need in the actual matches but I use them during training cause I don’t wanna waste ‘em,” he mumbled. He seemed to be more on edge than usual. During his last match, he lost by a landslide, having a sour taste in his mouth from the experience. He blamed you because you weren’t there to kiss his glove prior to the match.

You turn to look at him staring down at his gloves.

“Sukuna.”

“Yeah?” He turned to look at you. No smiles, just a deadpan expression. You walked towards him and held his face in your hands. You could tell he was nervous about the fight even though he had won so many before.

“Honey, what’s on your mind?” Your voice was sincere and comforting for him. “What if I’m in a slump? My last match was so bad. I’ve never lost like that. What if I’m on a losing streak now?”

You get on your tippy toes and kiss his cheek. “Sukuna, you’ve worked hard have you not?” He nods. “And you feel like you’ve trained well this time.” He nods again. “Then why are you so worried? Is it because you were distracted last time?”

He sighs and wraps his arms around you, burying his head in the crook of your neck in the process. “Look, I don’t know if you think it’s weird but when I see you outside the ring, I feel like I have a reason to win. It drives me to fight better. I had a really shitty day last time and when I didn’t see you I just didn’t feel like giving my all.”

Your heart felt like it was being torn to pieces after seeing your husband sulk. “I just felt burnt out. I was hoping that once I saw you then I’d feel better.”

You hugged him tighter and kissed his shoulder. “I’m sorry, Sukuna, I promise I’ll never do that again.” You start rubbing your hand up and down his back in hopes to calm him down right before his match.

“Kiss my gloves for me?” he asks as he pulls away. You nod. He takes his boxing gloves out and places them in your hands. You leave a delicate kiss on each of them, your gloss leaving a small sparkly stain. He takes them from your hand and kisses them on the same spots as you did, maintaining eye contact with you throughout. “You’re my good luck charm, you know that?” he says as he strokes your head.

You show him a teethy grin and nod.

“And you’re mine.” Your reply made him smash his lips to yours. “I’ll be sure to win now that you’re here.” He mumbled against your lips.

—

No thoughts. Just boxer!sukuna

[dangerousstrawberryshark]

New Orleans Charm

🧛🏽Pairing(s)🧛🏽🠞 Elijah Mikaelson x male reader, Klaus Mikaelson x male reader, Kol Mikaelson x male reader. ⚠️CW⚠️🠞 gay, gay-sex, top Elijah Mikaelson, top Klaus Mikaelson, top Kol Mikaelson, bottom male reader, foursome, cum eating, cum play, anal sex, anal fingering, breeding, handjob (reader receiving + Elijah and Kol), nipple sucking, the brothers don’t engage in sexual activity with each other, biting, finger sucking, multiple orgasms, ass slapping, facial cum, dick slapping, blood drinking, all of them have big cocks, blowjobs, spitroasting, and handjobs. 🔞Rating🔞🠞 explicit 🧛🏽Requested🧛🏽🠞 yes

🖊️Word Count🖊️🠞 5.5k 

🧛🏽Summary🧛🏽🠞 You recently moved to New Orleans after your friend, Davina Claire, convinced you. She then introduced you to the Mikaelson family. The Mikaelson brothers didn’t know what made you appealing, but they gravitated towards you.

Read before continuing: IF YOU ARE YOUNGER THAN 18 OR ANY OF THE WARNINGS MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE, DO NOT CONTINUE READING!

Note: this fic does not follow the Vampire Diaries/The Originals timeline! Davina and Kol are not together! Still need to watch the show. Plus, some of the characters may be mischaracterized. 

You were ecstatic in your plane seat, finally returning to New Orleans after so many years in exile. You were a witch, a rogue witch, but you were able to befriend a woman named Davina Claire. She emphasized your outcast status after you explained the reason the various witch covens in New Orleans were hunting you down. 

You had forbidden knowledge, which made the other covens see you as a threat, and some vampires believed the same. Being hunted down helped you form a bond with Davina, who aided in your escape and was able to smuggle you. She hid your scent with some magic before sending you away. 

Davina kept in contact with you, giving updates on the situation, general talk, gossiping, talking about boys, spells, etc. After years, Davina gave you the green light to return after some of the other covens were hunted down or ceased to exist. You didn’t hesitate to pack your things and book the next flight to New Orleans.

The New Orleans skyline came into view, you were finally home. 

xxx

Davina gave you a heartfelt welcome as she jumped all over you, clearly excited to see you for the first time in a long time. “Still dramatic, haven’t changed that part,” you laughed as the woman hugged you, squeezing you tightly before releasing. She was breathing heavily from pouring so much energy into you.

You both walked through the airport terminal, luggage wheeling behind you, with the sound of the announcements coming from the intercoms. Davina talked about everything that had happened since you were gone. You listen intently to her rambling, enjoying some gossip she was sharing about different situations with other supernatural creatures and witch covens. 

“Never thought I’d see the day… almost forgot what you looked like.” Davina dramatically said as she pretended to cry, even wiping away fake tears. 

“Dev… we literally video chatted last night, which was twelve hours ago...” you replied with a smile as you looked down at her. 

“Those twelve hours felt like twelve years! I’m just excited to see you after so long.” Davina said before pausing. There was silence as the witch was in deep thought, trying to process something in her mind. She was unsure about your reaction, but it was best to get it over with. 

Davina takes a deep breath. “While you were gone… I may have made ties with the Mikaelsons…” she said with a worried smile etched on her face. Her fingers danced with each other as she awaited your reaction. 

You felt your body freeze, mouth hanging open as you turned to Davina. “ THE MIKAELSONS?? WHAT!” You yelled before shutting your mouth, the nearby bystanders looking and whispering. You grab Davina’s hand and pull her to a secluded area. “What do you mean you made ties with THE Mikaelsons? Do you have any idea what they do to us?!”

“I know what they do… but they, somewhat, changed my view of them! They’re not that bad! Expect Klaus… It's in your best interest to avoid him.” Davina said as she reassured you to trust her words. “Or remain calm around him if avoiding fails,” she added. 

You couldn’t know if this would end badly or if something else might happen. 

Xxx

You stared at the mansion, intimidated by its size and the knowledge that its most powerful family resided within its walls. You considered yourself a powerful witch; you could handle yourself after learning many practices and forbidden knowledge. 

“Come on, y/n! The sooner you get this done, the better.” Davina said as she opened the door to the compound, the creaking sound echoed as she walked in. You took one last gulp, walking into the building. The interior was lavish with vintage furniture, dark woods, art, and a chandelier. A grand fireplace sat in the middle with bookshelves lining the walls next to it. 

Davina gestures towards the armchair. “Calm yourself. They’re vampires, they can detect fear. You’re most definitely oozing fear everywhere!” Davina whispers, yells. You followed her advice and relaxed, casting a spell to clear the air of fear pheromones. Yet, you were still jittery, but you didn’t have to wait long. 

You could feel the presence of three vampires approaching the living room. Elijah was the first. He had a stoic expression, immaculately dressed, with his eyes sharp as knives, lingering on your body longer than expected. 

“You must be Y/N? Davina’s friend and our guest. We take good care of our guests. I’m Elijah.” Elijah spoke with a posh accent, sounding American and British. He walked towards you with his hand out, and you returned the gesture and shook his hand. His hand was larger and felt rougher than yours, and was he gripping your hand harder? 

You weren’t sure, but felt something when you looked at the vampire. He was hot, definitely your type of man, physically wise. You could only imagine how the other brothers looked. 

Next came Kol, with a lazy grin and something else, a sparkle, in his eyes as his gaze locked on you. “What do we have here? A friend of Davina is a friend of mine!” he said, pushing Elijah away and getting into your personal space. The other vampire looked with annoyance and irritation, but masked it. “You’re a witch, too? That’s bloody hot, especially for someone like you.”

Klaus was the last to enter, and his presence overwhelmed you. It felt numbing as your body was frozen. You stared at the man, and his dark blue eyes stared back. His expression was unreadable before he smirked. “New blood? A powerful one at that… I’m assuming you trusted Davina enough to bring you here?” Klaus said as he didn’t break eye contact with you. 

“I can feel your power, love. I like that. I like that very much. I think we’ll be very good friends…” Klaus said with something lustful in his tone. He walked towards you and stood between Elijah and Kol, the three brothers looking down at you with their gazes. You are powerful, but you couldn’t help but be cowardly from the stares. 

“Guys, don’t be like that. Anyways, introductions are done!” Davina said as she stood up from the couch and walked to you. “My dear friend is permanently staying in New Orleans, but he doesn’t have a place to stay! So, I was wondering if he can stay here temporarily?” 

Without hesitation or bickering between the brothers, they agreed unanimously. 

“Looking at him trembling… so delicious, alluring. I could kill him after he proves his worth, but I won’t. I’ll keep him close and away from Elijah and Kol… I don’t need their interference.”

“He’s powerful yet cowardly… It's so compelling. He shouldn’t fear, I would protect him! Refine him, guide him! Shape him in my image!”

“He’s so adorable! All that power, and he trembles and flinches like a deer in headlights! My God! I need him… need to know everything! Would you whimper and cry for me? I need to find out… and do it all over again!”

xxx

Your stay with the Mikaelson family was interesting, mainly with the brothers. Rebekah was chill and was aware of her brother’s feelings towards you. She would tease them, but warn you about them, especially Klaus. Sometimes she’d tell you they’re not worthy of someone like you. You thanked her for the advice. 

It was advice you never followed as you found yourself entangled with them. Their strong, woven webs trapped you from escaping. Yet, for some reason, you were fine with that. You were even flattered by their tactics. 

…

Each brother had their way of winning your affection. Klaus took your time, doesn’t matter what you’re doing, he’s gonna take you and has artistic devotion to you. He sometimes asked you to accompany him to his painting room, showing you sketches and paintings. The more time you spent with Klaus, the more he grew attached to you: a dangerous attachment.

Elijah is more composed and gentlemanly, asking if you’re free and spending time with you at shops or the library, discussing magic and the supernatural, and giving you gifts! He gives you various jewelry, notably a warding charm. It was all part of his plan to bind you to him, tightening his grasp on your being. 

Kol, in contrast to Klaus and Elijah, was more chaotic and focused on indulgence. He would take you out to clubs or exclusive bars filled with the finest dining and alcohol, exploring haunted and cursed ruins– anything he found exciting and fun. He’s also very touchy, resting his hand on your back or shoulders. He wants you to be addicted to him and the thrill…he genuinely wants to be close to you. 

Each brother was vying for your attention and affection, competing with each other as they aren’t keen on sharing you with the others. Sometimes, one would sabotage the other or get snatched, throwing daggers or passively bad-mouthing. 

That changed after they caught wind of some guy flirting with you at a bar. They were stalking you without you noticing until they watched the guy shamelessly flirt, touch your hand, and lean in closer. He was unaware of the dangerous company that followed you. 

The beer bottle in Kol’s hand shattered from the pressure he applied to it, Elijah’s jaw twitched and clenched as he exhaled deeply, and Klaus just smiled and laughed, not from entertainment but from the audacity. This drew some attention from the nearby patrons, but the brothers didn’t care as they walked towards you. 

They could see that the man was making you uncomfortable. You tried to pull away, but he gripped your shoulders tightly. “He’s not yours to touch,” Klaus growled as he grasped the man’s shoulder, his fingers digging into the man’s flesh, about to tear it off. His eyes became sharp and intense as he stared, gleaming with possessive rage. 

“P-possessive aren’t we?” the man nervously laughed as he tried to play off the situation, trying to seem tough. 

Kol appears beside you, leaning down and whispering into your ear. “Come on, darling. Elijah and Klaus can handle him. His hand moves down to graze your waist, guiding you away from the scene and back to the compound. 

The man’s fate was in Klaus’s and Elijah’s hands. 

xxx

After that incident, when Klaus and Elijah dragged the man to a back alley and proceeded to tear him apart, the brothers decided to share you. Klaus was staunchly opposed to the suggestion; he wanted you all to himself and remained firm. That changed after some careful but strategic convincing from Kol and Elijah. Now, they’re going to form a pact with you. 

An official way to claim you as the lover (property) of the Mikaelson brothers. 

“You’re powerful, but timid, love. You couldn’t even protect yourself from a lowlife. However, we can protect you. We’ve already dealt with him… with our protection, you wouldn’t have to worry your pretty head about anything.”  Klaus softly says, but there is an undertone of possession and obsession. His brow pinched together with a pout. He stands before you, cupping your cheek with his cold hands. 

“He’s right, sweetheart. If you agree to be ours, you’ll reap all the benefits of our security… our affection.” Elijah says, sitting on the other side.  He pulls your head towards him, your eyes staring into his soft brown ones. 

Kol jumped onto the bed with a loud thump, crawling towards you with his weight sinking into the soft mattress. “We never share… but we can for you. It's everyone's dream to be shared among three guys!” he said, wrapping his arms around your waist and his legs resting beside yours. You could feel his body pressing against your back.

You were hesitant about the decision, but ultimately agreed to the proposition. Over the past few months, the brothers grew on you. You found yourself growing attached to them, loving the affection and slight possessiveness. Plus, they were right to some extent: you are powerful, but can’t wield it to its full potential. Either way, you loved how they stood up for you (it turned you on).

The brothers grin wickedly, their eyes brightening with lust, and their fangs descend. All of them striking at once. 

…

Klaus and Elijah pressed against you; Klaus’s fangs sank into one side of the shoulder– deep and dominant as he eagerly sucked your blood and marked you. He groans from the flavour, his hands moved down to spread your legs. 

Elijah bit on the opposite side of Klaus; his was more controlled but intense and soft. Kol licked the area he desired, tongue gliding against your skin before sinking his fangs in. His greed sickens as he moans from the intimacy, his fingers pulling the hems of your shirt. 

Pain coursed through your body as the three men took their share of blood and marks. It was sharp, hot, then a wave of euphoria drowned the pain. Dopamine surged through your brain from the overwhelming pleasure, your body trembling as you can feel their hands groping your body and fingers digging into your flesh. Your cock jumped to life, tenting in your pants. 

The teeth pressing into your skin pulled away, replaced with three tongues cleaning the wounds and licking any remaining blood. “I’ve waited so long for that… WE’VE waited so long. You’ll never leave.” Klaus groans as he manhandles you, pushing you onto the bed and tearing off your clothing. 

You shiver and whine from the cold air touching your skin, gripping the bed sheets as you feel the gazes of three pairs of eyes. “R-really?” 

“Really,” Elijah replied as he tore off your pants, releasing your erect cock. Your length popped out and twitched from the cold contact of Elijah’s hand. You gasp softly from the touch, thrusting your hips slowly into the man’s hand. 

“Such a good boy for us.” Kol purrs as he murmurs soft praises, latching his mouth around one of your nipples. He sucks on it and flicks the sensitive nub with his tongue causing more moans to escape your mouth. 

“Sensitive, love?” Klaus asks as he forcibly spreads your thighs with the help of Elijah. “Suck.” he continued, his fingers presented before you. You took the two digits into your mouth, lathering them with saliva. Your tongue swirled around them and suddenly Klaus started ramming them, fucking your mouth. You gagged as the digits hit the back of your throat. 

The three brothers heightened their actions; Elijah stroking you faster, coating your cock with the precum oozing from the tip, Kol used his free hand to tweak your other nipple, pinching and pulling on it, and Klaus throatfuck you with his fingers.

“That’s a good boy.” Klaus praises as he removes his fingers from your mouth, trailing them down to your puckering hole. He swirls his pointy finger tips around the tight muscle, your cock oozing more precum from the feeling. Your mind was getting cloudy from the stimulation, it was further muddled when Klaus rammed his fingers into your tight heat. 

Your vision went blurry; your ass clenching around the invading fingers, body trembling, and back arching. Your moans echoed through the mansion as your cock spurted its load. Elijah’s hands and your pubic region were coated with the thick, white substance. It felt like the air was punched out of your lungs, thighs shivering from the intense orgasm. 

“You did amazing, darling.” Elijah praised as he pulled his hand away, cleaning your sticky cum from it. He groans at the taste, licking his lips while his eyes stare into yours. “You taste divine. Salty yet sweet.” 

Kol pulls away from your chest with a loud pop. He admired his work, your nipple puffy and red from being sucked on. He joined Elijah, playing with your cum and smearing it before tasting the substance himself. “You do taste divine! Maybe I should add this to my morning cup of coffee.” Kol grins as he plays with your cum.

You were too caught up with Elijah and Kol that you forgot about Klaus. 

“Don’t forget about me, love,” Klaus said with a hint of jealousy, slapping your thigh roughly and ramming his fingers into your prostate. Your body was overstimulated from the orgasm, but Klaus’s advances caused your cock to become erect again. Your thighs snapped and clenched around the hybrid’s arm. 

Once Klaus deemed you prepared, he pulled his fingers and spread your thighs again. He watched your little hole clenching around nothing, begging for something bigger. “Our love is ready,” he grins, getting off the bed and stripping naked; Elijah and Kol follow suit. 

You drank in the sight of the three men stripping, your eyes gazing over their naked bodies. Klaus has a lean but athletic body, broad shoulders, and defined abs. Unlike Klaus, Elijah has a lanky, but muscular build, dust of chest hair nuzzled between his pectorals. Meanwhile, Kol has a slim and athletic body with a boyish vibe.

Your gaze was locked in once the men started hastily pulling down their pants and underwear. You pull yourself from the bed and stand up right, grinding your spent cock in your hands. The last of the garments came off, and your eyes widened and brightened from the delicious sight. 

Three extremely attractive men standing before you naked with their cocks, large and thick, hanging from how heavy they were. 

Your body went into autopilot mode, getting off the bed and crawling towards them. The only thing on your mind was cock and pleasing the brothers. However, you were stopped midway by Klaus. “No, no, love. Not here,” he said, guiding you to the bed. He and Kol sat beside each other, stroking their cocks while Elijah grabbed a pillow. 

“Here, so your knees won’t hurt, darling.” Elijah softly says, placing the pillow on the ground before taking his place beside Klaus. 

With your knees on the pillow, you indulged with cocks. You hesitantly grab Klaus’s cock with both hands, stroking it slowly. It was large and felt heavy– your fingers barely touched each other around the base. Klaus let out a feral growl, his breath hitching as he felt your soft hands stroking his impressive cock.

You changed your stroking technique, circularly twisting your wrists. You move from the tip to the base, Klaus’s heavy balls pressing against your bottom hand. You could only imagine how pent up he was! Same for Elijah and Kol.

“Fucking, hell. Keep stroking, love.” Klaus moans as he starts thrusting into your hands, his heavy ball audibly slapping against your hands. Elijah and Kol mimic your hand movement, picturing it as you stroking them instead of Klaus. “You’re doing great, love.” 

Hearing those words from the hybrid, you took the next step: taking the massive cock into your mouth. You started with kitten licks around the cockhead, Klaus’s flavour hitting your taste buds. Klaus’s body shuddered from your wet tongue teasing his sensitive glands, globs of precum spurting from the tiny slit. 

“Quit teasing, love… I’ll fuck this pretty mouth.” Klaus groans, getting impatient as he needs to feel your mouth wrapped around his cock. “Give him time, Niklaus,” Elijah says. Klaus glares at his brother, tension rising while Kol doesn’t care and just continues jerking off to his imagination of you. 

With the moment ruined, you solved it by taking Klaus in your mouth and stroking the other brothers. The room was a symphony of moans and groans from the brothers as they indulged in your touch. Elijah and Kol thrust into your hands, wanting more friction on their pulsing cocks. 

“That’s it, love. Take my fucking cock.” Klaus let out a feral growl as he pushed your head deeper. You gagged and choked from the massive cock filling your mouth, the spongy cockhead hitting the back of your throat as your gag reflex kicked in. Tears welled in your eyes as you tried to calm down, attempting to relax your throat. 

“Y-you have no idea… a-about… shit… the t-things you do t-to me… d-darling.” Elijah moans, his breath hitching and speech breaking from the warm sensation of your hands and circular twisting technique; His chest heaves, all the nerves sending messages to his brain from your handjob. 

Elijah rarely engaged in sexual activities, only using his hand whenever he felt like it. He could feel his senses and nerves burning from the touch of another. Your touch shattered his composure and demeanor.

Kol was no better though he was more cocky with his words. “That’s it… Keep stroking like that. So eager to please… slutty boy.” The last words Kol said caused your mind to short circuit, your cock twitching from degradation. He muttered more under his breath; “Fuck, yes… dont stop, baby.” “Use your hand like a fleshlight.” His words encouraged you to stroke him and Elijah faster, desperate to make him cum. 

It was Klaus’s turn to give his stake. “This is what you were meant to do… using this filthy mouth… only good for sucking… that’s it, love, choke on my dick,” Klaus growls, his teeth digging into his lips, some blood seeping through the wounds. His thrusts were aggressive, heavy balls slapping against your chin mixed with the wet fapping sounds from Elijah and Kol’s cock being coated with precum. The slobbering noise from sucking Klaus’s cock mixed in with the other sinful noises. 

Your jaw was hurting from the rough thrusts, but you loved it. You loved being dominated by not one, not two, but three men! Two are vampires and one is a hybrid. You can tell that you’ll be able to bask in the fruit of your labor. Their balls tightened and their cocks gushed more. 

“J-just like that, love… I’m coming! Take it–take all of me!”

“Fuck yeah, baby boy! So p-perfect… don’t stop… gonna come!”

“Can’t hold back, darling… making me come undone!”

Their loud groans could be heard throughout the mansion; Rebekah wasn’t home, and good thing she wasn’t. She didn’t want to listen to her brothers fucking you. 

You whine, muffled by Klaus’s cock, as you felt them cum. Elijah’s and Kol’s cocks spurting ropes and ropes of hot, thick cum, coating your hands with the substance. Klaus’s cock flooded your mouth with his load. He wanted you to swallow, so he kept you down as he slowly thrusts, some of his cum seeping out and dripping down your chin. 

“That��s it, love.” Klaus praises, pulling his cock out your mouth with a loud, wet pop. His impressive length coated with saliva and cum. 

“Damn, baby, you came from sucking dick? Eh, should’ve expected that from a master cock sucker.” Kol grins, gesturing down to your leaking cock.

You pulled back, breathing heavily and taking big gulps, looked down to see your cock throbbing and gushing beads of cum, a streak of cum coating the pillow. The ministrations of sucking and stroking made you cum hands free. 

Impressive. 

“Wanna feel this tight ass, love,” Klaus says, not letting Elijah or Kol interject. It was a fact that he was gonna fuck you. 

You felt your hole clench around nothing as your attention was turned to the three brothers. Their cocks were already hard again and throbbing! They had an orgasm not that long ago and they’re horny again. You had to take into account that Elijah and Kol are vampires while Klaus is a hybrid; the refractory period was absent due to them not being human. 

That means they can go hours without breaking a sweat and stay horny. The idea was terrifying yet arousing, the only problem is: can you handle them? You’re still human, but maybe there’s a spell to heighten your stamina?

“Eyes on us, darling. Only think about us, nothing else.” Elijah says as he looks at you with hunger and lust in his eyes. He was the brother who had the most control and was composed, but it appears that you shattered that facade. Klaus and Kol had the same hunger and lust. 

From their point of view, your body was heaving and sweaty from giving head and handjobs. Your hair sticking to your forehead, cum coating your mouth and hands, and your flaccid cock hanging between your legs, spent after cumming two times. You were a walking sin, something they’re going to indulge in. 

Klaus pulled you from the floor, positioning you comfortably on your stomach. He positioned himself between your legs while Elijah and Kol took the front. “Mmm, you’re still stretched, love,” Klaus said as he slapped his massive cock against your hole, his cockhead teasing your tight ring of muscle, he could feel it trying to capture his cock. 

You couldn’t believe it was happening now, you were about to lose your virginity. You clenched the sheets, arching your back, and pressing your ass further into Klaus’s grasp so it would be easy. Your breathing gets heavier as you can feel the burning sensation of the hybrid entering your virgin hole. 

It felt like you were being speared from the bottom. Klaus mutters curses and soft moans as he pushes deeper until he is fully inside. Your teeth dig into your bottom lip, your body trembling from the sensation. You whimper in pain, clenching the bed sheets as Klaus’s massive cock reached depths you never reached before.

Klaus could feel your tight heat clenching around him, like it was suffocating his cock. He groans once, completely settled inside you, his balls resting against yours. The hybrid felt like he was going to go feral, his mind numb from the tightness and warmth of your ass.

He didn’t want to hurt you though, letting you adjust to his massive cock. Not many could handle his size, but you did.

‘They always say it hurts initially, but it gets better.’

Your train of thought was interrupted when you felt two large cocks slapping against your head. “Two popsicles for being good and to help you relax.” Kol laughed as he slapped his cock against your cheek, smearing some cum. Elijah did the same, which surprised you. The facade faded away as he gave in to his base instincts. 

He grabbed your head and choked you with his cock. It caught you off guard, but you happily adjusted and started sucking him. Elijah moans wildly as he fucked your face, his heavy set of balls slapping your chin as he buried his cock to the hilt. He stopped momentarily, his cock stuffed inside your mouth with your face buried in his pubic region. 

“Choke on my cock.” Elijah groans as he hears you gurgling and choking on his length. While you were distracted, Klaus started pounding your ass aggressively. Growls and groans filled the air as the hybrid fucked you like a feral animal, his fingers dig into your hips and leave bruises and claw marks. 

Elijah pulled you off his cock and Kol replaced it with his. He did the same as Elijah, facefucking you with his massive length. You gag and gargle on the two cocks as the brothers share your mouth, sucking one and stroking the other or sometimes taking both at the same time. 

“Tight… fucking ass… sucking my cock deeper. You must be cock hungry, love. Never experienced this in my life.” Klaus says as he slapped your ass, grinning from watching the flesh turn red with his handprint embedded. The rough slaps stimulate your brain as you enjoy the roughness, your cock leaking precum on the sheets as it throb. You arched your back and started pushing back to meet Klaus’s thrust, creating a rhythm. 

Your senses were on fire. The smell of sex and sweat flooded your nostrils; groans, moans, growls, and squelching bounced off the walls, a symphony of sin; and both your holes filled to the brim with cocks, spitroasted style. Your eyes widened when you felt Klaus’s cockhead ramming into that specific spot, your moans and cries of pleasure echoed through the room.

Kol and Elijah grin at Klaus, telling their brother to continue. Klaus didn’t have to be told twice, his cockhead abusing your bundle of nerves. You weren’t listening to anything the brothers were saying, your brain going into overdrive before shutting down. Lust has taken control, you bounced on Klaus’s dick and eagerly sucked Kol and Elijah, your moans muffled by their cocks.

Kol moans a variety of curses as he feels your moaning buzzing through his body. The vampire pulled his cock, saliva strands creating a web that connected his cock to your mouth. You breathed heavily, taking big gulps of air as you stared at Elijah and Kol with lust in your eyes. You whimper from being denied cock, trying to take Kol’s cock before being denied. 

“Ah, ah, baby.” Kol mockingly says as he strokes his cock above you, teasingly. You expected Elijah to take your mouth, but that didn’t happen. Instead, both brothers slapped their massive lengths against your cheeks, smearing saliva and strands of precum. Both your eyes were blocked by their cocks as they grind them against your face.

“Cock drunk, darling. Can’t think of nothing but getting fucked and cocks.” Elijah moans, his breathing hitching as he could feel his climax. Kol felt the same as they both ground against your face.

“Oh shit, baby! Gonna cum again.” Kol moans, thrusting his hips faster, balls slapping against your cheek. You could feel copious amounts of precum gushing and splattering on your face.

“Fucking gods… fucking mine, love. You hear me? No one else— just you being a cock dumb whore on my dick.” Klaus growls, his thrusts becoming sloppy. He started giving slow but powerful thrusts. The hybrid could feel your hole throbbing around him, sucking him deeper. “Shit… gonna breed… bloody hell… You were made for this! Perfect in every way!”

“Our perfect cumslut… I’m gonna–” Kol moans as he strokes his cock above you, his breathing heavy and chest heaving. 

“Take it all… Take what we give.” Elijah groans, doing the same thing as Kol.

It all came crashing down. 

Their groans filled the room; Klaus slams into you with a brutal thrust, roaring as he spills inside you. His balls tightening, cock spurting ropes of cum, painting your insides white. His grip tightened, holding you in place as he bred you. His heavy balls dump their load after years of pent-up desire and need. 

Kol and Elijah follow suit, their cocks spurting cum and coating your face with the salty, white substance. Your lips, eyelids, and hair are coated, and Elijah even opened your mouth and spat the remaining load he had.

You choke and whine from the sheer amount of cum. It was everywhere as the Mikaelson brothers claimed you with their cum. Your inside is filled with Klaus’s load, and Kol and Elijah coat your face. Your senses were sent into overdrive, your body shaking from the intensity as it responded by giving you your third orgasm, staining the sheets with it. 

You rolled over onto your back, breathing heavily and staring at the ceiling. “Look at him, completely ruined.” Klaus smiles as they all look at your sweaty and cum coated body. Your hair sticking to your forehead, nipples puffy from Kol’s sucking, and your cute, flaccid cock.

“You did amazing, darling.” Elijah praise, stroking your hair, avoiding the cum. You lean into his touch, enjoying the softness. Elijah smiles, seeing you responding to his touch. 

“Think he can handle another round? I’m still pent up.” 

THE END

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[cloudedcreams]

(nsfw) thinking of a yandere who is entranced by the idea of you taking his virginity from him.

he saved it all for you, he said. he told you that he’d forced away all his unclean thoughts, put himself in the shoes of the pure in hopes that it’ll unleash such passion, some emotion and such longing between the intimate moment he wishes to share with you.

he groans against your lips, slightly grinding his hips as he does so. he leaves you wet, open mouthed kisses and he trails them from your cheek to your neck, sucking at the skin as he fondles your chest.

“you’ve got such pretty nips.” he pants, before swirling his tongue around them, sucking them as he used his hands to undress the two of you. he bucked his hips against you the moment the two of you were unclothed, moans pouring from his lips until the moment he sheathed himself inside of you.

he thrust himself inside of you wildly, grabbing your hips with sweaty palms as he lightly moved them to match his rhythm. you tangled your fingers through your haired and he breathed your name out, shaking as he did so.

“ohhh fuck yeah baby. s-say my name like that again, p-please fucking… mmh” he pleads. he places another kiss against your lips, hurried and passionate, messy with the ecstasy that he’s feeling, and even after he’s released himself inside of you with desperate and crying whimpers of your name, he keeps his length inside of you, humming against your ear as he whispers praises on repeat.

[titanrogue]

okay, picture this

you're tony's male son, born the same year as peter parker, that'll make you around 26-25yo at the time of the thunderbolts. old enough for bucky to feel comfortable sharing a bed.

let's say that you're out on one of those nights when you feel like the weight of the world it's crushing you. totally wasted, too drunk to drive but in no mood to sleep alone and well..., you have the nano suit and a 110yo boyfriend just a few blocks away.

so you do as any sane man would. fly over there and hack the tower's security systems just to trip over due to your dizziness.

you give the whole show. tripped over, whole ass laughs, the rest of the team watching you strip and bucky helping you get to the bed.

he would say something like, "i'm not taking care of you in the morning" or "you're a really irresponsible young man."

and of course you'd answer with, "then fuck the alcohol out of me, old man."

he'll stare at your blushed face while you laugh. brusquely getting in between your legs, touching your thighs and trazing the frame of your dick as you moaned and asked him what he was doing.

"i'm fucking you." he said, looking at you dead serious in the eye. you exploded in laughs as if he had said the most hilarant joke. "oh, boy, i'm so fucking you right now."

he took out his dick, slaming it together with yours. holding both members with his metal hand that made you squirm with each pump. flesh hand on your hole, streching it to prepare you.

bucky would bend over and give you head. going up and down with his mouth, trailing your veins with his tongue, hardening the grip on your legs as you pushed him deeper over your cock.

he separated, a long strip of saliva connecting his lips and your tip. he let the spit fall on his dick, strocking it and aligning it with your entrance. he'll put both your legs over his flesh and metal shoulder just to start penetrating you.

"oh, fuuck." you groaned, touching your own dick at the sight of his body. he wasn't so lean anymore, but god did you love his abs under his belly.

he pounded against your body. if all around you was already spining well, not it's like a fucking earthquake, spining in all fucking directions. "oh! hell," you cry as his metal fingers squezee your nipples.

"old man knows how to fuck you, uh?"

"yeah, yeah, keep on." you said lazily. he slowed down, making you mewl, "whyyyyyy?"

"ask nicely." a cocky grin on his face. you bite your tongue and move your hips, he stopped you there. "uh-uh, say the words."

"pretty please, sweets. please fuck me."

"attaboy." in a sudden manner he rolled your body and quickly made his way inside you. no mercy as you moaned in the pillow due to the spanks he was giving.

he bite and sucked your back, making sure there were markings the next day. flesh hand on your hair, pulling your body closer to his as he fucked your brains out. metal hand masterbating your dick until you come undone on his apendix, still making a mess in the sheets.

bucky groaned as he finished inside you. slowly leting your body rest on the mattres. you layed there until he came back from the bathroom. baby whipes to clean you.

after that he got inside the bed. you cling to him like a needy cat.

"old man can still fuck you good."

[bananastarlo]

Warning: NSFW!

Thinking about nerdy yandere who is more than willing to help you study for your next exam. You invite him over since you think he’ll be easy to take advantage of. After all, his shy demeanor and nerdy interests don’t faze you at all.

What you don’t expect is how easily his patience snaps.

“Please, try to at least follow what I’m saying — are you even listening?”

Now he’s inside of you, trying to at least get you to do something right.

“That’s wrong,” he grunts, slowing his pace and abandoning your pussy as you whimper and tremble in need. “Come on, baby, just like I taught you.”

You grind yourself against him, mind foggy from how many times he’s denied your orgasm when you didn’t know the answer to his stupid questions.

As you stutter out the answer he’s waiting for, he captures your lips in a sloppy kiss, shoving his tongue into your throat and igniting a burning ache in your tummy, the pool of arousal beneath you only growing.

And without warning, you feel his throbbing dick pumping back into you, filling you up perfectly as he begins to mercilessly pound into you. His sweaty body slaps against your own, combined with his loud moans, filling the room with the lewdest and most erotic sounds you’ve ever heard in your life.

“Tell me what you need. Tell me you need me, that you won’t ever need another man because I can make you feel so good. Ugh, f-fuck!”

His voice cracks as his eyes roll back, forehead glistening with sweat. He feels your cunt clench around him as you come undone under him, body shivering, waiting for him to cum too.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, feeling his own orgasm approaching at the sight of you completely disheveled.

You’re already overstimulated by the time he thrusts deep inside of you for the last time.

You can’t think straight anymore, but he makes sure to push his thick, heavy load inside you. When he finally pulls out and you’re still dripping, he drops to his knees in front of you, licking and cleaning up the mess you two made. You gasp. Looking down, seeing him like this, gazing up at you with that hunger in his eyes, makes you mewl in feverish delight.

“Look at you… being so obedient after all. You liked that, hm?”

All you can do is lazily nod, earning a cocky grin.

“Next time I visit,” he breathes against your skin, “you better have all the answers ready — so I can make you feel even better, yeah?”

[miange1]

can you make a patrick bateman and male reader?

like reader is a suck up(aka good boy) for patrick and always wanting to please him?

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍 — suck up

tw: manipulation, toxic relationship, 'friends' with benefits, office sex, scratching, cock stepping, kneeling, somewhat pet play, light use of good boy, collaring substitutes, choking, Patricks ego, some of y'all lowk didn't watch the movie

note: chat im flopping so hard

you were annoying to him. just another person getting in his way, gawking over him like a fruit fly suckling for juice.

you were always fluttering by him, buzzing like a bee. 'do you need anything Mr. Bateman?' , 'oh, i can get that for you, no worries!' , 'anything you want Mr. Bateman'

it was killing him, felt like you were constantly nagging and poking at the inside of his brain for God's sake couldn't you ever leave him alone?

but sometimes, he couldn't stand when you took days off. sure, everyone always got on his ass but he preferred when it was you. the way you'd perk up like a little dog when he called for you or even when you saw him.

that big smile you put on your face, you may as well stick your tongue out and breathe heavily like a dog. though, it wouldn't be as great as your heavy breathing close to his ear while your legs spread up in the air.

the way your feet would curl and the way you'd claw along his chest needily, your head shaking from side to side as if you were trying to clear your head from the overstimulation.

or the way you'd actually stick your tongue out when you were beanath his desk, his shoe stepping on your cock as it was hard and leaking through your black suit slacks.

when you'd melt at his small praises. "like this? do you like it like this?" your voice breathy and little tiny whimpers mixing in with your questions needy with validation. all he needed to say was you were being a good boy and you wouldn't let up.

you were surprisingly good at riding him, only issue was you broke his chair once.

he'd always make a habit of harshly grabbing at your waist, crescent shaped nail indents digging into your skin which would only make you speed up and chase more of that sickeningly sweet touch he gave you.

your head thrown back, obscene and obnoxious moans and grunts echoing off of his office walls. your button of slipping off your shoulders with that cock drunk expression on your face.

every single- "Mr. Bateman, Mr. Bateman!" was better than the music he'd constantly drown himself in.

sometimes he would make you crawl on the ground and put papers in your mouth and give them to him, and he'd only keep your tie on and tug it harshly. he'd enjoy looking at the way you'd gasp, that lovesick look in your eyes.

you were crazy, stupid, weird in his eyes. but you fueled his needs so desperately, and you probably didn't even know how high of an ego boost he got from you.

too bad you weren't in. such a shame—

"sorry im late Mr. Bateman, i promise i'll make it up to you." luckily you never, ever broke your promises.

[hopesangelsprite]

Night Crawler

Pairing: Yandere!Best Friend x Reader

Summary: Love makes you do crazy things sometimes. . . but lust makes you do even crazier things.

Warnings: Noncon/Dubcon, Breaking and Entering, Mentions of Death/Murder, Fingering, Choking/Breathplay, P in V, Prone, Pinning, Size Difference/Kink, Humiliation, Degradation, Creampie

MINORS/AGELESS ACC DNI

Viewer discretion is advised.

Yandere!Best Friend who craves your attention, praise, and dedication 24/7 and hates when anyone or anything comes in between you and him. This leads him to form a particularly sinister hostility toward your family. Every time he sees you with them his stomach turns with envy. He absolutely abhors it; the way you smile at your mother and care for your father, the way you play around and encourage your siblings. It sickens him to his core.

In a fit of jealous rage, he decides that enough is enough. He decides he'll k!ll your family and keep you all for himself.

Yandere!Best Friend who breaks in and creeps throughout your home on a particularly stormy night, using the bad weather to conceal him and his evil intentions. It's in the earlier hours of the morning, the sky dark and sunrise hours away, so everyone's dead asleep. He's chosen a night you're supposed to be away, wanting to avoid the possibility of you waking up while he basically slaughtered everyone you loved. It'd be hard to watch you grieve over the massacre, but he'd be sure to swoop in and console you when the time was right.

To his pleasant surprise, however, he finds you sleeping peacefully in a guest room far from the rest of your family. His breath hitches in his throat as he looks you over, distorted moonlight washing over your delicate frame. Your pajamas are tiny and thin, made of soft cotton and lace. The fabric does nothing to hide your curves from his prying eyes and when you roll onto your stomach, he can feel his pants becoming uncomfortably tight.

For a while he just stares, watching you sleep from your doorway like the creep he is. You're beautiful and he truly can't help himself. A bolt of thunder crashes outside and a wicked idea forms in the back of his mind. He's come here to get rid of your family but. . . he could use you to get off instead. You weren't even supposed to be here, so there was no way he's gonna let this opportunity slip through his fingers.

With the quietness of a mouse and the stealth of a cat, he slinks into your room and locks the door behind him. He draws closer with bated breath, cock throbbing as he gets a better look at your sleeping form. Though he can't see your pretty face, your ass makes up for any lack. Gently, he trails his fingertips down the small of your back and lets them hover just above your left cheek. He doesn't want to wake you, but he doesn't want to deprive himself of your body either. He carefully lowers his hand, gradually palming the entirety of your ass cheek with large, lengthy digits.  In this moment, he's tempted to take you right away.

Yandere! Best Friend who restrains himself, lowering his hands to dip between your thighs. You shift in your sleep at the feeling, causing him to still, but simply adjust your position. He continues to explore after a while, nearly creaming his pants when he discovers your shorts are the only thing between him and your bare cunt. Without hesitation, he tugs them to the side and begins exploring your folds.

You stir again, soft whimpers escaping your lips. This time your eyelids flutter open, and you begin to wake. With quickness, your assailant is upon you, a large hand covering your mouth before you're mounted to keep you still. Panic floods your system as you struggle to escape, but he's just so much bigger and stronger than you are. As you begin to kick, the hand that had previously been between your legs wraps around your throat and squeezes. "Keep making a fuss. I'll tie you up, kill everybody in the house, and leave you for last.", he growls into your ear softly. Though your brain is still muddled with sleep, you register the threat and stop moving completely.

"Atta girl.", he coos before removing the hand choking you and returning to play with you through your shorts, "If you keep being sweet, I'll be extra good to you!". Tears well behind your lashes and you try to think of ways to escape him while he kisses along your cheek and neck. However, he's got you pinned and at his mercy; even if you were to break free, there's no way you'd get to your family in time to warn them.

Your train of thought is broken by the feeling of his thick digits pushing past your entrance and butting against that spongey spot you'd never been able to find on your own. As he presses against it, a muffled moan flows from you, and slick begins to pour from your core. "Well, well, well. Looks like you're a lot more agreeable than I'd thought you'd be.", he hums while pumping his fingers into you at a steady pace. You shudder at the growing tension in the pit of your stomach, and it only grows when he starts nipping at your shoulder blade.

More whimpers and moans are pulled from you as he continues working you toward an orgasm. You know you should be screaming or crying, doing everything in you power to get away.  But as his pace quickens you find yourself rutting back against him shamefully. That same shame makes you wetter and wetter with every single sweet nothing he whispers into your ears. It's all too much and too quick for your still waking body and the tension in your tummy crescendos. Your body spasms beneath his larger one, your vision blurs as tears of pleasure leak from your eyes. Broken moans tumble from you as you cum on the fingers of your attacker, only drawing away from him as you near overstimulation.

You shudder as the fingers are removed from your cunt, leaving you gaping and exposed to the cool air and hungry eyes of a predator. Your body tenses in anticipation causing you to curse yourself for the twisted sense of excitement blooming in your core. The sound of a belt unbuckling meets your ears, and you clench around nothing, pulse skyrocketing as he begins to speak. "Usually, I'd prep you a little more, get a good taste of you. . .", he trails off while pulling his member free from his pants, "But I don't think I can wait any longer.". Slowly, he drags his tip between your glistening folds, breathing becoming unsteady as he presses it into your entrance.

Had his hand still not been over your mouth, the sound you'd just made would've woken the entire house.  Fat tears roll down your cheeks and onto his hand as you struggle to stay still. Every insanely thick inch being pushed inside you makes you think you'll be split in two, every vein along his shaft becomes acquainted with your walls to further spike the sudden increase in stimulation. After a very long while, he bottoms out, pelvis flat against the swell of your ass. He wastes no time setting a quick and rhythmic pace.

Yandere!Best Friend who fucks you through the pain of being stretched past your limits and into mind numbing pleasure. Wanton, muffled moans fill the air along with the lewd sound of skin contacting skin.  Your attacker moans whorishly into your ear making butterflies flutter in the pit of your stomach. "You feel so fucking good, such a sweet girl for me.", he praises and your walls flutter around him. He curses under his breath at the feeling, slowing to a grind so that you're forced to feel every inch of him intimately. After a few more long and languid thrusts, he gradually picks up speed until you're afraid your bed might start creaking and wake someone.

The new cadence is brutal, but you try and match it. Any sense of shame, humiliation, or fear you'd felt earlier is gone, all thoughts silenced as your brain prioritizes cumming on his cock. One particularly wild thrust causes his hand to shift, a few digits slipping into your mouth. You welcome them with an enthusiastic suck, moaning and deep throating them like a whore. A breathless chuckle just barely registers in the back of your mind, too busy sucking and getting railed into oblivion to fully acknowledge it.  "Who knew my pretty girl was such a slut, huh?", he groans into your skin, "You're gonna drain me dry pretty soon.".

The sound of his voice, the taste of his skin, the drag of his cock against all your most sensitive areas culminate to push you over the edge and you come hard. Your eyes roll back into your head, only allowing you to see stars, and your body spasms. Waves of slick pour from your cunt and you can feel his pace falter as he, too, begins to lose himself inside you.

A string of curse words tumbles from his lips as his balls tighten. Shaky breaths and choppy moans filled your room, masked by thunder, as he paints your velvety walls white with hot ropes of thick cum. The warmth filling your tummy draws a shiver from you and you feel his seed begin to trickle from you with each new spurt pumped into you.

After a second, he stops cumming and pulls his softening cock from your spent pussy. You want to turn over and get a good look at him as he redresses himself but the fatigue of being destroyed quickly overtakes you. Your vision blurs in and out of focus as he dips down to kiss your forehead, turning to open your window once he has. Without another word spoken, he disappears into the night. Disappointment at being unable to see his face and confusion as to whether or not you'd imagined this entire thing blooms in your brain, but unconsciousness subdues you before they can. It didn't really matter that you hadn't been able to see his face tonight.

This wasn't the last time he'd be visiting you.

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