#passing out and cumming and choking on my own blood

[shaunasrabbit]

Playin' Games | QZ!Joel x F!Reader

Explicit. Minors DNI.

Summary: You steal Joel's cut from a run. He comes to claim what's his.

Tags: No use of y/n, implied age gap (pretty nondescript but I imagined the reader is in her 20s, Joel is in his mid-50s), reader is afab, some physical descriptions (reader has hair that can be pulled, has a bush because #bushnation, and is curvy if you squint), sort of mean!Joel, reader is a little bratty, blood (brief and barely described), pussy eating, pussy pronouns, Joel is uncut because I said so, pussy slapping, use of good girl and other pet names, choking, face fucking, light dacryphilia, impact play with object, edging, hair pulling, squirting, unprotected piv, creampie. If I missed any tags, please let me know!

Word count: ~6.5K

A/N: This is my first time writing fiction ever (nonfic writer here), so I'm very excited and nervous to post. My apologies for any grammatical/spelling errors—I lightly proofread this myself. Any and all feedback is greatly appreciated! The entire fic was born out of wishing Joel Miller was hitting me with something. If you like this fic, please reblog and like. I hope you enjoy! Divider by @/saradika-graphics.

You knew what you were doing when you pocketed Joel’s cut.

It was a job that he orchestrated, smuggling some pills out of the QZ, but you did all of the heavy lifting. You put your ass on the line. Really, if you think about it, you deserved it more than him, but that’s not why you kept it. 

It’s no secret that Joel has a temper. You have seen him murder people—innocent people—for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. But you’d be lying to yourself if you didn’t find it sexy. Maybe that means there’s something wrong with you, but you figure that you’re living through the fucking apocalypse so you give yourself a pass for failing to psychoanalyze yourself. Trying not to die is the priority. And getting fucked by gruff Joel Miller apparently. When he bursts through your front door, and you know he will, he’ll get his payment. One way or another.

You’re waiting for him in bed, clad in only his under shirt. He gave it to you on a run after yours was shredded by barbed wire. Although you’d never admit it, you find yourself wearing it to bed sometimes, touching yourself to the thought of him. It’s infrequent—the fucking. A treat after a particularly stressful week, sometimes after a night of heavy drinking. He gives you the look, the one that says he’s about to ruin you, and you know. The small group that the two of you work with have no idea, though. You and Joel keep your mouths shut, talking only business. But fuck, you crave it. You crave the way his cock stretches you out, his intuitive hands, the feeling of his sticky cum on your tits. Sometimes you find yourself daydreaming about it while trailing behind him on jobs, staring at his broad shoulders and the gray peppered throughout his curls. Joel Miller makes you feel like a goddamn school girl with a crush.

Right when you think you’re growing too impatient, hands almost sliding between your legs to give yourself some relief, you hear it. A blunt knock on the door followed by the jiggling of the door knob. Your thighs squeeze in anticipation, feeling giddy like a teenager. When you hear his keys jangling, you stand up, scanning the room for the best place to hide. Unfortunately, your shabby apartment came without a closet door and you don’t really own many items to hide behind. Under the bed will have to do, even if it is predictable. He’ll find you in seconds, but it’ll rile him up a bit.

The door swings open and you hear him call your name. Sliding under the bed, you lie on your stomach—a rabbit waiting for the fox to sniff it out. Despite knowing you aren’t in any real danger—well, probably—you feel your hands start to shake, your breath becomes uneven, and wetness pools between your thighs. You silently curse him for the effect he has on you. Fucking embarrassing, you think to yourself.

“You better get your ass out here,” he barks from the living room, boots thudding against the distressed hardwood as he slowly makes his way towards the archway into your bedroom. You clamp your hand over your mouth to dampen the sound of your heavy breathing. 

He walks into your room and passes your bed, heading for the bathroom. A deafening scrape from the shower curtain rings echoes through the apartment, making your heart race. The anticipation feels like torture. Both you and your pussy, now clenching around nothing, know that Joel’s coming for you any second—there’s nowhere else you could be hiding. 

A gasp is pulled from your throat as Joel’s calloused, large hands grip onto your ankles and yank you out from underneath the bed. You don’t even have time to think as he flips you onto your back and places his worn boot on your chest to hold you down. “Fuck,” you curse under your breath.

“Where is it?” he asks, his voice low and flat. A twinge of annoyance hits you as your pussy is left unacknowledged; either he’s actually focused on getting his ration cards or is intentionally ignoring you to fuck with you. Heat creeps across your face, searing your cheeks.

You blink at him, eyes wide in a half attempt to feign innocence. Slowly, you spread your legs to draw attention to your slick folds. “Where is what, Joel? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Joel’s eyes rake down your body as he takes in the sight of your bare cunt. His eyelids are heavy and though it seems impossible, his deep brown eyes become darker. There’s a hint of lust—maybe rage—behind them. The line is blurry, and all you can think about is his broad shoulders as he towers above you. 

“I’m not playin’ these fuckin’ games with you, sweetheart,” he spits out, clenching his jaw and his fist in unison. Got him. “The ration cards. My cut. Hand ‘em over.” 

“Oh, that.” You bite your lip to hold back a smirk. “Gone. Sorry. You can take mine from the next run.”

Within seconds, your chest is relieved from the pressure of his boot, but his hand tangles in your hair, gripping it tightly and pulling you up to your feet. 

“Not how that works,” he says, tightening his iron grip on your hair before pushing you onto your bedspread. He climbs on top of you, pinning one of your wrists to the bed while the other reunites with your throat. If he wasn’t squeezing your neck so damn hard, you would probably be able to moan when his knee makes contact with your leaking core. Instinctively, you rut your hips against him for even a hint of friction. 

“Didn’t think you were dumb enough to think I’d take this pussy as payment.” Joel lets go of your wrist and lands a sharp smack against your cunt. “No matter how fuckin’ sweet she is.”

Grabbing your mound, he rubs circles over your hair there before slapping your pussy again. You try to yelp, but his grip is so tight that it comes out strangled and pathetic. Joel scoffs and his jaw goes slack. 

“Ya see this?” He holds up his hand, slowly moving his fingers apart so you can see strands of your slick between each of his digits. “Barely touched you—god, you’re desperate. A desperate fuckin’ whore.” 

He lets go of the python-like grip he had on your throat and jams two of his wet fingers into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat and causing you to gag. Tears well in your eyes quicker than you’d like to admit. 

“I may be a dumb, desperate whore,” you say, managing to choke out the words through your gasps, “but you’re the one that’s already hard.” 

Joel moves swiftly to stand and you sit up on your elbows, legs parted and pussy still exposed to him. Your eyes drop to his belt buckle to watch his hands move expertly to undo it. Saliva pools in your mouth as you think about how hard his cock is going to be. Joel’s bigger than anyone else you’ve been with, and you fear that there will come a time where you don’t get to feel the stretch of him anymore. No one else could compare.

“I know what’ll shut you the fuck up.” He pushes his pants down to his mid-thigh. As his cock springs free, he demands, “On your back. Head off the edge.”

Fuck, he’s going to make it hurt and considering how pissed he looks, he’s going to make it really hurt. But you do as he says because you want it regardless. You want anything Joel has to give, but you’d never admit that to him and even without confessing, he knows. 

With your head hanging off the bed, you look up at him and see his heavy balls above you, bouncing as he strokes his already hard cock and exposes the swollen head. You stick your tongue out and he rewards you with a hard slap. Closing your eyes with bliss, you taste his salty pre-cum. A sense of victory swells in your chest—your plan was fucking working.

“This isn’t payment, darlin’. This is punishment,” he grumbles before forcefully shoving his uncut cock into your open mouth. He says it’s not payment, but it sure as hell doesn’t feel like punishment to you as your wet, wanting mouth coaxes a groan out of him. The intrusion makes you gag and tears prick at your eyes. You can tell he hasn’t showered today, taking in the scent of his musky sweat. So unmistakably Joel—you swear you’d wear it as perfume if you could. 

It takes a moment for your throat to adjust to his size, but once you do, you stop gagging as much as he finds a rhythm. And damn, he is relentless, fucking your mouth fast and careless. 

“That’s it,” he groans, “I like you better when you got my cock in your mouth.” 

Joel grunts above you, expletives and your name interrupting every now and then. Your hands are fisting the sheets, trying to give yourself some stability as he rocks his hips. Tears roll down your temples and into your hairline, your eyes closing tightly as you try to blink them away. 

He looks down at you, eyelids heavy. “So goddamn pretty when you cry, baby.”

You’re rewarded with a particularly hard thrust that causes spit to sputter out of the sides of your mouth, dripping onto your cheeks. You instinctively try to pull your head back to catch your breath, but Joel’s hands grip the sides of your head to hold you in place. 

A cruel chuckle mocks you from above as Joel looks down at you, rubbing your cheeks, hot and burning with want. Joel slows his hips and nearly pulls out all the way before slowly easing himself back in. “Fuck,” he exhales, looking down at his cock disappearing between your swollen lips. “You’re such a fuckin’ mess, but you’re takin’ my cock so well.”

You hum at the praise, the vibration adding an extra twinge of pleasure for Joel. His movements become erratic and you can feel his dick twitch in your mouth as he gets close to his release. That’s your favorite thing about fucking Joel—watching a man who never loses his composure, never seems vulnerable, finally falter when he comes. But when he suddenly leaves your wet mouth with a groan, you’re left gasping for air. You push yourself upright, feeling a little dizzy from all the blood rushing to your head while upside down. “Joel,” you whine, exasperated and utterly frustrated.

“‘Joel’ what? Do ya need something, baby?” he teases as he strips fully naked. 

Rolling your eyes, you push yourself up against the headboard and spread your legs, lightly teasing your clit with your index finger. Even the slightest touch makes your legs tremble and you rest your head back, letting a delicate whimper slip from your lips. 

“Uh-uh,” Joel tuts, sliding between your legs and slapping your hand away, “use your words. Had no problem runnin’ that pretty mouth earlier.” 

Joel has always had a way of turning you on without even touching you, but this was a whole new level. His taunting goes straight to your cunt and you can feel your arousal dripping out of you. As badly as you want his hot, wet tongue on your clit, you aren’t going to give in that easily. 

“Didn’t think you were dumb enough to need me to spell it out for you,” you quip, voice low and sultry. 

Joel’s jaw tenses and his eyes narrow. You can tell he’s trying to decide what to do with you. Maybe he’ll shove his cock down your throat again to shut you up, maybe he’ll deprive you altogether and leave, or maybe he’ll give you what you want. When he’s in a bad mood, Joel likes to deny, deny, deny. But he does end up giving in. He always gives in. 

Grabbing you by your leg, Joel pulls you onto his lap so that you’re straddling him. Your slick cunt finally makes contact with his hard length and you bite back a small moan at the pressure. There’s no point in trying to mask your neediness, Joel already knows, but you hold yourself back from grinding against his cock. 

“Playin’ a real dangerous game, baby, ya know that?” Joel growls in your ear, giving your neck a light nip. You shudder at the sensation and take a deep breath, still fighting the urge to move your hips. His hands find your ass, squeezing and digging his fingernails into the soft flesh. 

Draping your arms over Joel’s shoulders, you tilt your head to give him better access to your neck. “Maybe,” you smile as his teeth pinch the sensitive skin on your pulse point, “but I think you like this game.” 

Joel lets out a breathy laugh against your neck, sending shivers down your spine and your breath catches in your throat. His fingers trail lightly up your ass before settling on your hips. The gentle touch is soured as he clutches you, a deep burn licking your sides. He moves you ever so slightly, making your clit brush against his swollen head. Your breath wavers and you pull back to look at him. Brown eyes illuminated by the setting sun, accentuating all of the flecks of gold and amber in his irises. You swear that you could stare into his eyes all day. Joel’s lips part like he’s hungry for you and you lean in to kiss him, but his hand intercepts you, grabbing your jaw tightly.

“No. Rule number one is,” he scolds, shaking your head slightly before letting it go of you, “no kissing.” 

Part of you can’t help but feel disappointed even though you expect this from Joel. The two of you only ever kiss when there’s too much whiskey involved and the heat of the moment blinds him from his normal detachment. 

You open your mouth to say something snarky, but Joel cuts you off. “Rule number two”—he grips the collar of the shirt hanging loosely off of you—“is no hiding these tits from me.” 

Effortlessly, Joel rips your favorite shirt—his shirt—right down the middle. Within seconds, he brings his mouth to your already pebbled nipple, swirling it around his warm mouth. You bite back a moan and remind yourself that he just destroyed your favorite item of clothing. Instead, you furrow your brows and clench your jaw. You’re sure that you look ridiculous as put on the angriest face you can muster while pleasure shoots through your core.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Joel?” you hiss while trying to push him off of you, palms pressing hard into his shoulders, but he doesn’t budge. 

He pulls back for a moment and looks at you, replacing his mouth with his fingers and gives your nipple a light pinch. You pull your cheek between your teeth to stop a moan from tumbling out of you. 

“What the fuck is wrong with me? Like you’re not wearin’ nothing but my shirt.” Joel bites the swell of your breast and soothes it with a gentle suck after, finally eliciting a moan from you. “You wear it when you touch yourself?” 

Your cheeks feel hot as embarrassment bubbles in your stomach alongside desperation. Every time Joel mocks you, you feel yourself falling deeper into that safe space that you crave. The space where you don’t have to think about the broken world around you, the space where only Joel and his touch matter. 

Unable to think of anything snarky to say back, you let out a pathetic whimper that Joel takes as a victory. He flips you onto your back and settles between your legs, nearly growling when he sees your arousal leaking from slit. Gripping your hips, he stops you from trying to wiggle towards him.

“Look at that, baby,” he groans before kissing the coarse hair on your mound, “I can’t believe how fuckin’ wet she is for me. Such a needy little thing.”

All you can manage is a small whine as you tangle your hands in his soft curls, practically pushing his face into your pussy. Joel’s hot breath fans over your cunt and you press your head into the pillow, spreading your legs more for him—begging him to give you something.

Joel accepts the non-verbal invitation and licks an agonizingly slow stripe from your hole to your clit. Sucking the sensitive bud into his mouth, he lets go with an obscene pop. You moan at the loss of contact, squeezing your eyes shut and letting go of his hair so you can fist the bed sheets instead. Joel’s not patient, but neither are you, and you’re starting to feel a level of want that’s almost painful. 

Two of Joel’s fingers form a V to spread your folds, further exposing your clit so that he can get a better look at you. You glance down and the sight of him causes you to clench, reminding you how empty your pussy is. Pupils blown, hair tousled, and if you didn’t know that the glisten around his lips was your arousal, you’d swear he was drooling. He may have you melting under his touch, but you were wrecking him, too.

“Are you going to be a good girl f’me?” he asks, lightly brushing his index finger over your swollen bud. 

You squeeze your eyes shut and take a deep breath, trying to regain some composure. “I don’t know, Joel,” you say, almost sing-songy, as you tilt your hips closer to him. “Are you going to give me a reason to be?”

A hard smack to your cunt forces your eyes open and you try to retreat, scooting towards the headboard, but it’s useless. Joel has you held firmly in place with one hand. 

“Such a fuckin’ brat,” he growls.

You don’t get to answer before Joel’s jamming two fingers inside of you, giving you no time to adjust to the width before he’s fucking into you. You suck in sharply at the slight burn before a strangled moan claws its way out of your throat. His pace is unforgiving, but you can’t get enough. You find yourself bucking your hips into his hand, propping yourself up on your elbows for a better view of his fingers moving in and out, covered in your juices. 

Joel’s eyes are dark and fixated on your cunt and how it gushes around his fingers. The sound of your squelching pussy and wanton moans filling the room, sounding like a symphony. If you had the ability to think about anything besides the sweet tension building in your lower stomach and the rugged man between your legs, you’d be concerned about the neighbors hearing. 

“Good girls get to come,” Joel says, glancing up at your flushed face. Your lips are parted as you’re basically panting, trying to catch your breath, but Joel never gives you the chance to, continuing to fuck you mercilessly. “Is that ‘nough of a reason for you, sweetheart?”

“Mm, maybe—fuck!”

When Joel’s tongue meets your clit, you cry out and try to grab at his free hand to ground yourself. For a moment, he laces your fingers together, his large hand swallowing yours, but he quickly moves your hand up to your breast. Your grab at your own flesh, gently tugging at your nipple as Joel’s fingers and tongue work in tandem. The way Joel’s tongue swirls against your clit in precise circles feels like magic, like this is all he was built for. Your legs start to twitch as you approach your release and electricity courses through your body while Joel’s fingers curl just right to hit that spongy spot inside of you. You clench around him, obscene moans and gasps just pouring out of you. Joel hums against you, clearly pleased with himself. He takes your bud into his mouth, sucking and flicking it with his tongue. And fuck—that nearly does you in. But just as quickly as you got there, he takes it all away—keeping you at the edge but not allowing you to fall over. 

Pulling his mouth away and retracting his now soaked fingers, he drags his index finger up and down your seam. Your hips shift and you groan, disgruntled and, frankly, annoyed. When the two of you make eye contact, despite your exasperation, you can’t help the way the corners of your mouth turn slightly upward, admiring how his lips and scruff are glistening with your arousal, his disheveled hair, the sheen of sweat on his forehead that’s dampening his curls. 

“What’s that little smirk about?” Joel asks with a raised brow. He moves up towards you, peppering your breasts with a few delicate kisses before settling next to you. As Joel’s arm snakes around your shoulder and he pulls you into his warm chest, your breath hitches at the sudden, unexpected gentleness of it all. 

These moments when Joel’s soft with you are rare, making them all the more satisfying. Something tugged at your heart, though. You wonder what Joel was like before the outbreak, before the world turned even the softest to stone. Maybe Joel was the type to make love, not the type to fuck. Maybe he brought his dates flowers and opened the car door for them. Once, you heard whispers that Joel had a daughter who died. The thought of him making her school lunches makes your chest tighten. With your ear pressed to his chest and his heart beating steadily underneath you, you realize that you’d do anything to see Joel Miller being domestic, being soft, being sweet. God, what the fuck is wrong with me? you think, squeezing your eyes shut to push the thought away. You tell yourself being this turned on can make the mind think crazy things. 

“You gonna answer me?” Joel’s voice is low, quieter now. 

Nipping at his jaw and soothing it with a kiss, you whisper, “Need you—need your cock inside me, Joel.”

“Darlin’,” he chuckles, his lips brushing your temple, “I don’t really give a shit what ya need. You’re gonna take what I give ya.”

With a small whine, you nod and nuzzle your face into his neck. You asked for this, you know that, but you feel like you're going to explode and there’s no way he doesn’t feel the same. His cock twitching ever so slightly against the soft shelf of his tummy gives him away. 

Joel’s free hand slides down to your breast, giving your nipple a hard tug, before coming in contact with your clit. He begins to rub excruciatingly light circles on your sensitive nub. A wanton sound, somewhere between a whine and a moan, climbs its way out of your throat as you press your face into his neck. You start to hate him for a moment, but then you remember how perfectly stretches you out and if you’re just a little more patient, maybe you’ll feel it soon. At least that’s what you tell yourself.

“I know, I know,” he coos. “Wanna come for me, huh?”

All you can do is whine and nod in response, bucking your hips toward his thick finger, begging for more pressure on your clit. The way his voice has softened shoots right to your core. Something akin to butterflies in your stomach overwhelms you as heat spreads throughout your chest. You feel so hot, so needy, and so agitated that he isn’t just giving you what you want. 

Joel lets out a breathy laugh and finally rubs your clit in earnest. It feels like heaven and hell at the same time, both overstimulating and not stimulating enough. You close your eyes so tight that you see stars as you feel the pressure steadily build inside of you. Joel whispers filthy things in your ear, but you can hardly focus on anything except the practiced circles on your clit.

Involuntarily, your legs twitch and begin to close as you approach your peak. Joel pins your leg to the bed with his own and slaps your clit, a playful warning. “C’mon now, be a good girl. Keep ‘em spread for me,” he says, voice husky and low as it vibrates the shell of your ear. 

The praise nearly makes you come and Joel knows it, but he slows his pace, letting your impending orgasm dissipate. You exhale slowly, trying to mask your frustration. But then he does it again and again, bringing you right there before taking it all away. After your orgasm is snatched away from you for the fourth time, you’re a shaking mess, hair sticking to your forehead and face hot with lust and anger which, right now, feel like the same thing to you.

“Y’look s’pretty  like this, y’know that?” he asks, his syrupy drawl thickened by want. 

“Mm—feels s-so,” you moan, “fucking good, Joel.”

After the first few times fucking him, you figured out that Joel likes praise as much as you do, even if he isn’t forthright about it. It isn’t a lie, it feels so fucking good, but you also hope that telling him so will give you the release you crave. As his fingers speed up, applying the right amount of pressure, you think your strategy may have worked. Your moans become louder as your hips jerk up. You’re right there. But he stops altogether, dragging his fingers up to rest on the curve of your stomach, leaving a trail of your arousal. 

The smug look on his face pisses you off. You want to hit him. You want to scream, maybe cry. You want to fucking orgasm.

“What the fuck, Joel?” you snap, breaking away from his hold. 

“Oh, baby, real awful, ain’t it? Not getting what you want?”

“Fuck you,” you hiss, trying to pull yourself up off the bed despite your legs feeling like gelatin. 

A calloused hand catches your wrist and drags you back onto the bed. Joel positions you so that you’re straddling him. If you weren’t so worn out from being edged for what felt like hours, you probably would try to resist, but it’d be useless. You’re forcing yourself to hover above him, legs twitching as you try to muster the strength to stay like that, just so he doesn’t get the satisfaction of your wet, hot cunt on his throbbing cock. 

Joel notices that you’re enraptured by him below you, your eyes focusing intently on the expanse of his chest and the gray hair littered across, covering scars here and there. While you’re thoroughly distracted—lecherous yet embittered—Joel forces you down on his cock. The unexpected intrusion makes you wince and a jumbled fuckjoelohmygod spills from you, sandwiched between high pitched whines and moans. 

“Fuck me, sugar,” he commands with a grunt, slapping your ass as he bottoms out inside of you. The head of his cock kisses your cervix, stirring a delicious pressure inside of you, and the initial burn of the stretch melts into pleasure. 

You can’t think of anything except the feeling of Joel splitting you open. The way the gray patch of hair at the base of the cock meets your own hair and your swollen clit, the weight of his hands on the soft, plush flesh of your hips, the bead of sweat rolling down his aquiline nose. You snap out of your trance as he squeezes your supple thighs and raises an eyebrow, awaiting your movement.

“I-I…” you stutter, pinching your eyes closed. You anchor yourself to him by pressing your palms flat against his chest, his heartbeat steady yet accelerated under your touch. Seated fully on his cock, you begin to languidly grind on him, softly moaning as the base of his cock grazes your puffy clit. You’re slow in your movements, but precise, only prioritizing Joel’s cock nudging the spot inside of you that makes your toes curl and the pressure on your clit. 

“Is that the best ya can do?” Joel groans, discontented with your lack of compliance. His feet dig into the bed for leverage as he lifts his hips to fuck up into you, fast and sloppy. 

It’s an obscene sight—your tits bouncing as he fucks you, his thumb playing with your clit, hands grasping at the headboard for some grounding. But the sounds, god. The sounds in the room were downright sinful. High-pitched, borderline squeaky, gasps and mewls from you with grunts and groans from Joel. Skin on skin. The bedframe precariously creaking. Nearly out of your goddamn mind from Joel’s cock ruthlessly pistoning in and out of your weeping cunt, you have no idea how loud you really are, but even if you did, it wouldn’t matter. The louder you get, the harder Joel fucks you. 

“Mm, fuck, can feel her squeezin’ me, sweetheart,” Joel grumbles between heavy breaths, “but ya can’t come until I say so, got it?” 

You nod dumbly with your mouth agape, doing your best to fight the fire in your clit that was rapidly burning. Tears threaten to spill from your waterline as Joel’s thumb works faster to circle your clit and you hear him chuckle beneath you. That fucking asshole. He knows exactly what he’s doing to you. 

“Joel, stop,” you choke out, “or I-I-I’ll…I’m going to—”

“No, be a good girl f’me.”

That’s all it takes. Those two words—good girl—send waves of pure ecstasy over you while you come on his cock. As your walls spasm and clench around him, you dig your nails into his shoulders. Maybe you’ll leave your mark on him, adding to the collection of scars across his body. Joel fucks you through it, each thrust more erratic and delectable than the last. 

As you come down from the high of your orgasm, each of your senses trickle back in. You can now hear Joel saying something that you can’t quite make out below you, you can taste the iron on your tongue from where you bit down on your lip while you came, you can feel the wetness on your thighs. Wait—why was it so wet?  Glancing down, it hits you. You must’ve squirted because you and Joel are drenched in your release. Heat creeps up your neck and rests on your cheeks, your face burning with embarrassment. 

“Hey,” Joel’s gravelly voice cuts through your haze. A light tap to your ass draws your eyes down to his. “Up.”

Lips parted, you nod slowly, pulling yourself off of his cock and collapsing next to him. Joel shifts onto his side to face you, heavy and hard cock landing on your wet thigh. Your eyes meet his for only a few seconds before you look away, unable to read his expression. You sigh and say ,“That’s…never happened before…”

Joel hums in response as he sits up and positions himself between your shaky thighs, spreading them apart and grabbing the base of his cock. Your breath hitches and your eyes widen, mesmerized by the angry red tip in front of you. How is it even possible to still need him after such an intense orgasm? Joel makes you like this. Insatiable. You think you hate him for it or  at least you might right now, while you lie in front of him, absolutely wrecked.

“Soaked my goddamn lap,” he grumbles.

“And whose fault is that?”

“Don’t go blamin’ me,” he gruffs, lining himself up to your leaking entrance. “Blame this needy fuckin’ pussy. Can’t help creamin’ all over my cock, huh?”

In one swift motion, Joel snaps his hips into you, his groin flush against yours. You nearly yelp, your pussy beyond sensitive from your orgasm. He begins fucking you relentlessly and you wrap your legs around his waist to suck him in as deep as possible. You swear, you can feel him in your stomach every time he bottoms out. Joel leans forward, pressing his forehead to yours, your sweat mingling with his. It’s tortuous, having him this close to you, but knowing that you can’t kiss him. You wouldn’t risk it, not when you’ve already pushed your luck with him. All you want is Joel. Inside of you, on top of you, touching you. 

“Y’need to learn your lesson, girl,” he mumbles, lips dangerously close to yours. Joel’s hand snakes between the two of you and rests heavy on your throat.

“Please,” you choke out, unsure of what you’re even asking for. Pliant and soft beneath him, you’d take anything. 

Joel props himself up on an elbow, his large hand never leaving your neck, as he looks around the room. Something shifts as his gaze lands on the back scratcher next to your bed. His eyes, dark and heavy lidded. Letting go of your throat, he grabs the back scratcher and turns it over in his hands like he’s contemplating whether or not it’s a suitable punishment. You know damn well that he’s already made up his mind—he’s just fucking with you. 

“Hm,” his eyes flick up to meet yours, “ya think this will get it through that pretty little head? That ya gotta listen to me?” 

Biting your bottom lip, you give a small shrug. “Maybe,” you say, practically a whisper. Sweat starts gathering in the pit of your knee as you anticipate the burn.

Joel pushes your legs together and shoves your knees into your chest, making your pussy choke his cock and you can’t help but moan at the change in position. With the back of your thighs exposed to him, Joel has the perfect view of where his cock meets your pussy and he’s practically salivating. When his thumb brushes your swollen lips, you hum in pleasure and close your eyes, letting your head loll back onto the pillow. Lost in a daze, Joel seizes the opportunity to catch you off guard. Cold wood meets your skin with a loud smack and you cry out at the sudden pain. 

“Fuck!” you exclaim, eyes opening and brows furrowing as you look up at him.

“Poor thing. Shoulda listened to me if ya didn’t want me to hurt ya.” Soothing the skin that was already beginning to raise with his thumb, Joel tuts and shakes his head. “But I think ya like this, don’t ya?”

You whine in response, nodding your head in quick succession. It’s true; in a world with so much unmitigated pain, it was nice to have a strike come from Joel. Joel, who despite all of his rough edges, wouldn’t ever hurt you too badly.

“S’what I thought,” he says, raising the back scratcher and hitting the back of your thighs again, but this time with more force. 

As the sting fizzles out, Joel begins fucking you, setting a punishing pace. The pleasure and pain are an irresistible cocktail and you start to clench around him, feral moans and his name mindlessly pouring out of you. 

Joel groans at the sight in front of him. You, all fucked out, just writhing in front of him. Pulling your legs closer to your chest, you invite him to hit you again. And fuck, he does. Over and over again, only stopping when he sees that he’s broken skin, crimson bubbling from the small split in your flesh. At this point, the pain has clouded your mind and everything felt hazy. You’re finally in that space that only Joel can bring you to. 

“Oh, baby,” Joel coos between grunts, “did s’fuckin’ well takin’ your punishment.” 

You smile stupidly at the praise, letting your legs drop, blood smearing on your bedspread. When you open your eyes, you see Joel looking down at you, almost affectionately. You’d seen him vulnerable before, yes, but this feels different, like you’ve managed to access a different part of him. You’re not sure what part of him, but it was definitely something new. He leans down, burying his face in your neck as he continues to fuck you, hard and deep. Holding him to you like you’ll fall off of the earth if you let go, you moan his name in his ear as he kisses that sweet, velvety spot in your pussy with his cock. 

Hips stuttering, you can tell he’s close. His grunts grew louder and beautifully harmonized with the squelch of your pussy. “Joel,” you whimper, “want you to fill me up. Please.”

“Like when ya use your manners, sweetheart,” he says, nipping at your throat. “Gonna fill ya up real good. Claim this fuckin’ cunt.” 

With that, he’s spilling ropes of come inside of your spent cunt, filling you to the brim. Your pussy has a vice grip on him, squeezing and milking every last drop from his cock. When he finally stills inside of you, you’re both panting messes. Joel goes limp against you, putting all of his weight on you as you both try to catch your breath. 

You could lie like this forever, you think. There’s something comforting about his body suffocating yours, cock softening inside of you. Something safe about it. Something that makes your body vibrate. You push the warm thoughts away, knowing that in a few minutes, Joel will be slamming your door shut to go back to his apartment across the QZ. 

Joel pulls out of you carelessly without a word and begins to get dressed, shoving his come-slick cock in his boxers. You reach over to your nightstand, opening the draw and pulling his ration cards out. As you do this, you feel his come leak out of you, trickling down to your puckered hole and pooling on your definitely soiled bed sheets. 

Tossing the ration cards his way, you lean back against the headboard. Joel’s eyes flick from his cut to you, quietly shoving the cards in his back pocket. 

“Y’could’ve just asked,” he says flatly. 

“More fun this way.”

Joel exhales through his nose and the slightest smirk tugs at his lips. Padding over to you, he leans down and presses his lips to your forehead, brushing your hair out of your face. You leave a kiss on the palm of his warm hand before getting out of bed and walking over to the bathroom to clean up. Joel’s eyes are burning into you as he watches his come drip down your legs from behind.

When you emerge from the bathroom, Joel’s gone, but the white t-shirt he was wearing under his flannel is folded at the end of the bed.

[banjjakz]

this game is going to fucking kill me

[hoonstqr]

force me and choke me till i pass out - p.sh

warnings: smut! mdni! choking kink, slight degradation, backshots, spanking, unprotected sex, if i missed smth, lmk! note: the way i immediately ss these pics because wtf?!?!? hybe never close the gyms. need him to manhandle me like a ragdoll, free use anytime!! also pls ignore any mistakes, not proofread. don't like it? don't read it.

“What did you just say?” Sunghoon asks as he stops thrusting into you to process what he just heard.

“I’m asking you to choke me.” You repeat your words, your voice a little shakier than you intended. Your heart races as you feel the heat rising to your cheeks, a mix of arousal and embarrassment.

Sunghoon stares at you momentarily, his eyes darkening with lust as he tries to understand your request. He’s never done anything like this before, but your gaze tells him it’s something you need. “You’re sure about this? I don’t want to hurt you baby.”

You nod, trying to keep your voice steady. “I trust you, hoonie. Please.” The words come out in a breathy plea, and Sunghoon couldn’t refuse you. He leans in closer, his grip on your neck gentle at first, a question in his eyes. You nod again, urging him to go further.

His hand tightens around your throat, the pressure not painful but thrilling. You gasp, feeling your body respond instantly to the new sensation. Your pussy clenches around his cock, and he groans at the sudden change in tightness. The power dynamics shift and you can see the excitement in his eyes as he realizes you’re not just okay with this—you’re craving it.

Sunghoon starts to move again, his strokes a little slower and more deliberate as he chokes you. You were seeing stars cause of the delicious tension between your legs and the warm hand squeezing your neck. You can feel the blood pulsing in your ears, heightening every sensation, and making the pleasure more intense. The headboard slams against the wall in rhythm with his thrusts, echoing through the room.

He leans in closer to your ear, his hot breath tickling your skin. “You like that, don’t you? Tell me how much you like it, slut. Such a nasty girl. Made me wait so long for this.” His voice sends shivers down your spine.

You whimper, your eyes rolling back as you struggle to form words. “Y-yes, I like it, N-nghh” you manage to get out, the pressure on your throat making your voice squeak.

Sunghoon smirks, his grip tightening just a fraction, and he resumes his punishing rhythm, his hips snapping into you. Your ass cheeks burn from the friction against the bed, but it’s a sweet burn that mingles with the pleasure coursing through you. Your juices smearing on the sheets, and each smack of his hips against your ass fills the room with a lewd, wet sound that only serves to turn you on more.

Your eyes water, but it’s not from pain—it’s the overwhelming rush of pleasure that’s building up in your core. Your hands desperately claw at the bed, trying to find something to hold onto, your legs trembling as you try to keep yourself in position.

“H–hoonie, gonna c-cum,” you stutter out, your vision blurring around the edges.

Sunghoon’s grip tightens just enough to make your breath hitch, and his strokes grow more erratic. “Yeah? Cum for me, baby. Let me feel it around my cock. I want to see you lose it.” His voice is gruff, thick with his own need as he watches you teeter on the edge.

The pressure builds and builds until it’s all you can focus on—his hand around your throat, his cock stretching your ass, the sound of skin slapping together. Then it hits you like a tidal wave, your body convulsing in the throes of a powerful orgasm. You can’t hold back the choked scream that rips from your mouth as your orgasm spasms around his shaft.

Sunghoon’s eyes widen as he feels your walls clench around him, milking him closer to his release. He can’t believe how hot you look, your cheeks flushed, your eyes watering, and your worn-out state. He buries himself deep inside you, the head of his cock reaching for your cervix. You feel the pulse of his climax, ropes of cum filling you up as he empties himself into you.

His grip on your throat relaxes as he comes down from his high, his breathing ragged and heavy. You both lay there, panting, your bodies sticky with sweat and the aftermath of your intense coupling. Sunghoon’s eyes are glazed over, a look of pure satisfaction etched on his face as he looks down at you. You feel his cock soften inside you, but it’s not the end.

[tonycries]

Lemme Ride, Baby!

Synopsis. Riding your cocky boyfriend to insanity is not a want, but a need. Especially when he sits there so deliciously arrogant - you just have to break him.

Pairing. Multiple x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, unprotected, cowgirl, slight switch! boys, established relationship, creampie, power dynamics, dirty talk, swearing.

Word count. 1.3k 

A/N. Had this in my drafts for so long.

He sits across from you on the bed. Long legs spread, eyes half-lidded, and kiss-bitten lips turned into an aggravating smirk that makes your dripping cunt clench. 

“Good luck lasting more than five seconds, pretty girl.” he drawled lazily, oozing pure cockiness.

So that’s how he’s gonna play, huh?

“Let’s see if you can live up to your own hype, darling.”

“Mhm, I won’t be the one begging for mercy.”

Ah, for the life of him he should’ve known. Should’ve gotten an inkling at the way you sauntered over to him in nothing but a predatory grin. Should’ve begged for mercy at that carnal gleam in your eyes that made blood rush straight to his traitorously hard cock. You wanted to eat him alive. 

And he was going to eat his words.

At first, your cocky boyfriend pretended to be unfazed, laying back leisurely on his forearms. But you saw the way his eyes flickered with nervousness when you grabbed him roughly by the shoulders and slammed him onto the mattress. You felt the way his already-throbbing erection twitched so animalistically as you urgently swung a leg over his hips. You knew you had him wrapped around your little finger. 

“Let’s hope you can last as long as you talk.”

Bullying his achingly hard cock into your snug cunt, sinking down agonizingly slowly. Relishing the way his eyes roll back in sheer ecstasy as your plushy walls suck him up so desperately. “Fuck, yes. You feel s’amazing wrapped around me. Sure you can handle it all?” 

You waste no time. 

Abruptly slamming down on his leaking cock. “Ah- Hah-” Your boyfriend’s surprised moans get choked in his throat as you rock your hips back and forth at a punishing pace. 

Pulling all the way up till his furiously flushed tip is teasing your sloppy hole. Slick dripping on his length, slamming down down down - his glistening veins massaging that one spot just right. Over and over. Harder. Faster. 

The sinful squelches of your cunt filling the heady air of your bedroom. Driving him to insanity.

“Oh, god yes- jus’ like that ah fuck fuck fuck…” his low groans come in ragged bursts, cock twitching wildly. A large hand shoots up to clutch your bouncing breasts, tweaking your hardened nipples, the other having a white-knuckled grip on the sheets.

“Give up ye- ah! Hngh, you little fucker-” a moan escapes your lips as he bucks his hips defiantly, chasing his high. Thick tip kissing your cervix so painfully good. 

Your hungry eyes bore into his blown-out ones, a defiant glint in them as he still tries to maintain his cool façade. Biting his bottom lip, brows furrowed in heavy concentration as he fights to hold back cumming. 

Stubborn bastard.

Several things happen at once.

Your hand shoots out to grip his exposed neck, nails digging into his skin, hard. Almost as hard as you ram down on his cock, sheathing him till his twitching balls smack your ass. Wasting no time once he’s bottomed out. Harsh, purposeful movements just to fuck his soul out. 

His pretty lips fall into soft oh. Fucked out, gurgled moans leaving his lips around the hand at his throat. “Oh! Ah! Shit, tha’s right. Take every inch.” And if he thought he was going to pass out before then- 

He couldn’t even finish the thought, brain stuck on the way you clamp down so obscenely around him, milking him greedily. Biceps curling, a hand reaches above him to hold onto the headboard - and maybe his sanity.

“Give up yet?” You grind down mercilessly, walls hugging his throbbing erection impossibly tight. Clit rubbing against his toned pelvis. Back and forth and back and forth and- Sloppy, it was so sloppy.

Slick gushing out of your heated cunt, dripping down his length and pooling at his heavy balls, stinging your ass at each merciless thrust. “God, fuck- hah. That all you got, pretty girl?.” 

Thighs burning, you alternate between torturously slow strokes and frantic bouncing that left you both restless. Hypnotizing rhythm him slowly towards the edge, only to reel him back again. 

He will eat his words. 

You lose track of time. Maybe it’s been hours - maybe even just a few minutes. 

Pulling and pushing. Over and over. 

“Ah- Hngh-.” Eyes barely keeping open, torn between the fucking obscene view of your dripping pussy swallowing his cock so greedily and the lustful, power-drunk expression on your face. “Wanna- wanna cum, pretty girl.”

“Then beg for it.”

“No.”

Voice strangled, sweat beading on his forehead. You watch, cunt fluttering at the fucked-out little smile curling his lips, and the carnal way his neck was leaning into the tight grasp you had around it. 

You lean forward, a cruel smile playing on your lips, “Beg for it.” you repeat, voice sultry and dangerous.

He shakes his head desperately, tears peeking out from where his eyes were scrunched closed. “No.” he whispers, jaw clenched tight.

You press impossibly closer, breasts hot against his sculpted chest, sticky with sweat. Not stopping your maddening rhythm, your breath is hot against his ear, “Beg for it, and I’ll let you cum harder than you ever have before.”

He throws his head back, toes curling into the mattress, and thighs quivering at the way you were using him like nothing more than a toy.

“Please.” he finally breathes, words barely audible over the sloppy slapping of skin on skin.

“Louder.” 

“Please, let me cum, pretty girl.” he groans, leaning into the mockingly innocent peck you leave on the tip of his nose.

You reward him, slamming down on his throbbing cock with renewed vigor. Finally giving into the way you were drunk off his cock just as much as he was off your pussy. A hand reaching behind you to massage his balls, feeling the weight on your palm. Tugging on them in a way that has his breath hitching and dick twitching so desperately inside you. Aching for release.

“God, yes. Yes, yes, yes. Right there.” He lets out a guttural moan, thrusting up into you in short, frantic jabs to match your unforgiving cadence. His leaking tip hitting that perfect angle to send sparks flying behind your eyelids. 

And you let him, chasing your high as much as his, eyes locked on his greedy gaze.

How long has it even been? All he knows is that fuck if heaven was real then he was there right now, looking at a goddess herself. Ah, close. So close. His thrusts grow jerkier, cock pulsing inside you. 

“Cum for me, darling. Fill me up till you’re leaking out of me.”

A sharp whimper of your name and he’s spilling into you. His body bows into yours, thick, hot ropes of his cum that fill your snug cunt. Painting your walls white to match the pleasure that runs down his spine - all the way to his leaking cock. It gushes inside of you, trailing down his sensitive cock to form a creamy ring at his base. 

Stars behind his eyes, teeth gritted. He’s heard of orgasms so powerful they take control of one’s body, and right now fuck if this isn’t that then he didn’t know what was. 

Nails digging into your hips - keeping you still as he pounds into you, fucking his seed deeper and deeper. Cock throbbing around your quivering walls - overstimulated as you cum around the feeling of him filling you up. Vision blurring, blood roaring in your ears as everything crashes together like a tidal wave. 

Before you know it, you’re collapsing onto his heated chest. Limbs tangled and breaths mingling as you both try to catch your breaths. 

You can feel his cum leaking out of you, thick and sticky. Pooling between your legs. Stomach feeling so full of him.

“Looks like you talked a lot more shit than you could handle, darling.” you grin, still breathless. 

Oh. You shouldn’t have said that. 

It was like a flip switched.

Seizing your moment of weakness, rolling over in the blink of an eye. You sink into the now-soaked mattress as his large hands hold a bruising grip on your wrists, pinning them right above your head. 

He loomed menacingly over you, low whisper hot against your ear and sending shivers down your spine. 

“My turn, pretty girl.”

- GOJO, Choso, OIKAWA, Kuroo, Suna, Tsukishima, ATSUMU, EREN

A/N. Plagiarism not authorized.

[exqorcism]

greedy for love. ━ nicholas a. chavez

now playing: greedy by ariana grande 𓇼

𓏸𓈒 author's note. based off this request!! nicholas is so fucking big istg i need him to ruin my life... anyways, enjoy! feedback is deeply appreciated ♡

.ᐟ warnings. smut! minors dni. size kink, fingering, choking, slapping/spanking, dirty talk, unprotected piv, so much praiseeeeee, public sex | wc. 1285

"i can't", she cried out, eyes closing involuntarily as nicholas towered over her, long fingers disappearing into her cunt over and over again.

and she could barely take it. her back arched into his hard chest, one of his big hands holding her leg up to rest against his upper thigh.

"need to get you nice and ready for me, yeah?" nicholas murmured and thrusted his hand upwards, y/n's walls tight and wet around him. his fingers curled inside of her, causing her to cry out, head lulling back to rest against the wall as her vision went white. y/n tugged at his shirt, silently begging for more, and he tutted quietly, slowing his movements, the palm of his hand pressing against her clit with purpose. "do you think you deserve to cum, doll?" he asked, spreading his fingers against her walls, and she wailed, the line between pleasure and pain blurring with every passing second. y/n nodded her head, eyes snapping open to look at him, his eyes dark and dangerous as he towered over her.

"'been so good for you, nick", she cried out as he removed his fingers, licking them clean, groan leaving his mouth at the sweet taste of her.

"i know you were. but i want you on my cock, okay?" nicholas unbuttoned his pants in a second and they fell on the floor along with his boxers. cock leaking and ready, and y/n whined desperately, eyes widening at the size of him. no matter how many times they had sex, his size never failed to impress her.

nicholas was quick to lift her up with one arm, her back tight against the wall as he guided his cock to her cunt. they both moaned as he swiped his tip along y/n's puffy clit, teasing her entrance in the process. she whined, hips wriggling as she tried to lower herself onto his cock.

"beg for it." he simply said, smirk appearing on his face at her desperation, taking in the sight before him. he dipped into her, only the tip, the stretch making her lightheaded.

"nick, please", she cried out, clinging to his arms, the line between pain and pleasure blurring, tears brimming in her eyes. "i can't-"

"oh yes, you fucking can, baby", he chuckled darkly, the tightness of her cunt on his thick tip making it hard to control himself. she cried out, and nicholas was quick to put his hand on her mouth to shut her down. there was no need for him to hold her up anymore; she was pressed against the wall behind her, his body pinning her own tightly.

"so fucking tight", he hissed through gritted teeth, and pushed his hips forward; only half of him was inside of her, but she felt so full already. her eyes rolled back, the sensation of his big hand on her face making the experience even more pleasurable. her nails were scratching on his hard, muscular chest, drawing blood in the process. "this pretty little pussy was made for my cock, yeah?".

she tried to nod, but the sensation of his cock throbbing inside of her made it hard for her to breathe, any thought leaving her head. his hips snapped forward once more, burying his cock fully into her tight pussy, and his head fell back at the feeling. she squeezed him so hard, and she was so wet and welcoming; he grinded his hips against hers, and smirked when she let out a squeal.

"nick, i- you're so big", she hiccuped, body trying to adapt to his cock filling her. "'s too much, baby, please".

she had no idea what she was asking for; whether she wanted him to stop or to fuck her raw. nicholas grinned; hand leaving her mouth as he took a tight hold on her hips, beginning to move his hips; thrusting slowly but steadily, making sure she could feel all of him with his every move.

"you always take me so good, doll", he praised, and she shivered, eyes rolling back into her head when his tip kissed her g-spot over and over again. "i fucking love your tight little pussy. squeezin' me so well", he groaned, the veins in his arms popping out when he tried to hold her still. you moaned, eyes snapping open when he sped up, obscene sounds of his skin meeting hers echoing through the bathroom. nicholas' hands travelled up her body, tracing over her curves delicately ━ a contrast to his rough and deep thrusts. they met her lower stomach, and he could feel the slight bulge when he forced his cock into her. "feel that, baby?", he asked, pressing on it; causing his cock to slip out of her cunt. she whined, hands finding his arms, tracing over the muscles there; the feeling of his soft skin under her fingertips made her let out a moan. "feel how deep i'm inside you? fuck, i'm practically ruining you", he rasped, voice desperate, any ounce of self control leaving his body. she nodded, meeting his dark eyes as his hand found her neck. he pressed on it tightly, and she tried to gasp; not a sound left her mouth as he cut her airflow. he groaned, thrusts going erratic as he felt his orgasm nearing. she closed her eyes, the band in her stomach ready to snap anytime now ━ but before she could fall over the edge, she felt nicholas' hand slapping her cheek, his thrusts slowing.

she moaned at the sting on her cheek. "look at me. if you wanna cum, you gotta keep those pretty eyes of yours on me, alright?", he asked, hair falling onto his flushed face, and y/n nodded, unable to speak with one of his hands still around her throat.

"i'm gonna fill you up like a whore", he groaned, letting go of her neck; she gasped for air, clinging on to him when he sped up again.

his hands landed on her ass, spanking it every now and then; then kneading the burning skin there soothingly.

his thrusts became sloppy and imprecise as he felt himself getting close. "beg for my cum, bitch", he inhaled sharply as she arched her back, the slight change of angle making her see stars.

"nick, please- fuck, cum inside me. i fucking need it, so bad", she cried out, and he hummed, satisfied.

"cum with me, doll", he kneaded the skin of her boobs teasingly, lowering his head to catch her lips with his own.

nicholas tugged at her nipple roughly, and that did it for her. she cried out into his mouth, not caring about the award show going on behind the bathroom doors anymore; her orgasm washing over her, whole body shaking as she clenched around him, hard.

he groaned, the tightness of her cunt making it almost impossible for him to move; his hips grinded against her own, his mind going blank as he shot his load deep inside her womb.

"fuck, yes, take it all", he hissed, head falling against her shoulder as he came down from his high. she wrapped her legs and arms around him as he thrusted into her lazily, making sure not a drop of his cum left her pussy.

"good girl. you did so good for me", he cooed, pressing a soft kiss against her shoulder, chuckle leaving his mouth at the sight of her messy hair and makeup.

she snuggled into his chest, forgetting that they were on an award ceremony; for a second it was just them, no flashing lights of the cameras, no loud music and no judging eyes. nicholas smiled at the thought, pressing a loving kiss onto the girl's forehead.

hoffmansgirl 2024 © | nicholas chavez masterlist ♡

[anundyingfidelity]

BLOOD, SWEAT & TEARS — Billy Butcher, Soldier Boy

Summary: A normal night where Butcher and his new pal, Soldier Boy, fuck just their stress out with a new toy, you.

Pairing: Billy Butcher x female reader x Soldier Boy

Word count: 1.5k.

Warnings: porn without plot, dom!butcher, dom!ben, one thought of dub-con but not really, double penetration, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, rough sex, vaginal sex, anal sex, unsafe sex (creampie and switching holes basically don't do it, this is just porn), squirting, dirty talk, blowjobs, facial, degradation (usage of whore, slut, etc.), cumplay, some dacryphilia, choking, hair pulling, blood, mentions of violence, Ben and Butcher being kinda jerks, normal misogyny coming from SB, some ego competition, hints to aftercare.

Notes: You already know english is not my main language, not betad and barely revised, lol sorry for the mistakes in here. The amount of horniness I have for these two I swear is not fucking normal. Normally I'd apologize for writing this, but I'm ovulating.

the boys/jackles tags: @k-slla

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A pair of rough hands held your legs open. Your empty pussy was throbing as Butcher knelt between your thighs rubbing the tip of his cock against your cunt.

You gasped, the man behind you spreading you further for his new team mate to get better access while he fucked your ass senseless. His cock reaching all the right spots. You moaned loudly, almost screaming when Butcher finally pushed inside you. Soldier Boy never seemed to cease his insane thrusts from behind.

"Luv, you're so fucking tight," Butcher grinned, your walls engulfing him perfectly.

They both soon set up a rhythm, one pushing in while the other almost slide out of your hole. Each stroke of their massive cocks inside you exploded something you never felt before. It was a new kind of spark eliciting from the deepest places, and you wanted to come undone there, over and over, forever, between their strong bodies.

"Oh, fuck! Yes right there, god!" you growled, screamed, and cried out incoherences as the two men continued fucking you to bliss.

A layer of sweat covered your skin and you rolled your eyes back, the familiar knot on your belly building up yet again. You didn't have an idea of how much time had passed since you arrived back to the dirty motel. All three of you arrived covered in blood, dirt and the weight of murder, and you still let them take you and you welcomed them the same way. You let them have fun with you however they pleased.

The last thing you remembered from that night was coming back from a mission. Your aching body begging for a shower and good sleep, but Butcher and the new supe found other ways to take their own stress out. You doubted at first. Of course you didn't know it could feel this good. They left bite marks all over your neck, nipped your tits, spanked your thighs open for their mouths to devour you while the other fucked your throat until tears streamed down your cheeks.

They continued bruising and marking your skin. Like a canvas, they left their prints, covering your flesh with different colors all over and used your mouth and pussy as they fucking wanted, granting access to the other, spreading your legs, manhandling you all over the disgusting, shitty room. Then Soldier Boy had the idea of using your ass, just for him, and at first, you were fucking scared. It was all too much. But once he had you ready and stretched enough with his fingers, you quickly fell for his rough touch and his dick, which was as huge as his ego. He was fucking addictive. Both were, in fact, fucking you amazingly hard.

One of Ben's hand wrapped around your neck, climax reaching its peak as Butcher rubbed your clit with his thumb. Your walls clenched around both of them and the vulgar sound of your pussy filled the place along with their skin hitting yours.

"Little slut, gonna cum for us?" Ben said, voice full of lust, pressing your back against his bare chest. You clenched again, his dark chuckle enhanced heaven down your cunt.

Wetness increased between your legs, and you moaned. Louder than ever. The whole place might already know what was happening in the room, but neither Ben or Billy made you shut up. In fact, they wanted you to scream your lungs out.

"Oh, she's definitely gonna cum," Butcher followed, a smirk on his lips. "C'mon sweetheart, don't be shy. Give us one more."

"I-I feel like- fuck!" with a loud cry you squirted all over them, their dicks sliding out of your holes. Shit, that was the harderst you came for the night.

Immediately you tried to close your shaky legs, but Butcher's hands held you in place, pussy clenching around nothing as your fluids coated their hard lenghts and thighs.

"Fucking hell. I'm gonna break you, sugar," Ben hissed, taking your legs and fixing your position on top of him, sliding you down his dick, but this time he claimed your pussy, pistoning in and out of you without any mercy. Even if your body still trembled and you were so fucking overstimulated. You moaned.

Butcher tskd as he watched you, tears streaming down your face and lost in pleassure. "That was mine, pal."

"Yeah, I don't give a fuck- Jesus, she's fucking tight!" Ben hoarsed.

He didn't care about Butcher, he just wanted to fuck you until you passed out and his name was the only thing on your mind.

You whimpered softly. "Please, please," you were getting there again, under the brunette man's dark eyes as the soldier fucked you insane.

But before you reached that sweet peak again, Ben pulled out of you. His strenght forced you to bend over the matress on your hands and knees, Butcher positioned himself right in front of your face. It was so fast and they moved quickly, like a dance already choreographed between them to take advantage of all you got to give.

"Open wide, baby" Butcher ordered. You complied happily, letting his cock touch the back of your throat smoothly.

Ben's rough hands gripped your hips, down your ass, giving a spank on one of your cheeks, making you jump slightly. He grabbed your ass cheeks spreading them to expose your hole, the tip of his cock teased your ass until he slid in a swift motion. You whimpered with your mouth stuffed. He filled you up perfectly and you fucking loved it.

"Such a good cumslut, taking my cock so fucking well," Ben praised, voice husky. He roughly gripped your hair, forcing yourself down more around Butcher's shaft. You gagged, he smirked. "Might just keep you around as my little, personal fuckdoll."

"Fuck- easy there, mate," Butcher warned, as you worked your tongue and lips on his cock as much as you could. "We have another deal, remember?"

Ben smirked cockily at him as you clenched around his cock. You let out a moan muffled by Butcher fucking your mouth. Both their thrusts harder than ever. "Still, I don't give a shit."

Ben's gaze admired you, hands on your hips, as he watched himself shoving into your hole. "You're gonna fucking cum again, you dirty little bitch," he ordered.

"Mmm..." You nodded as best as you could with the twitching cock on your mouth.

Butcher suddenly pulled out of your mouth, a string of saliva leaked down your lips to the tip of his cock. He kept your head in place as much as he could and jerked himself off with his other hand. He came with a hard groan all over your pretty face. His white seed painted your cheeks, lips and your tongue sticking out as you shut your eyes.

"Bloody hell, don't you look ravishing," Butcher whispered darkly. His thumb collected his cum, now mixed with your tears and a small stain of dry blood on your face. He dragged it to your lips so you could taste it. Your plump lips closed around his finger with a moan.

"Insatiable slut, just how I like them," Ben hissed, pulling out of your asshole, making you whimper. "Now, I'm gonna cum inside this pretty little pussy."

He rubbed the tip of his dick on your slit and entered slowly. You felt every inch stretching you out and he slammed into you brutally, he was so fucking close. You could feel it. It surprised you how much they actually endured, their stamina was endless and you lost count of how many times they made you cum already. And yet, you felt that precious sensation anew, soft walls clenching repeatedly around him.

"C'mon whore," Ben gripped on your hair, pulling your back against his muscular chest, taking both your wrists with his other hand. "Cum around my cock."

Your cunt pulsed, he grunted. And you came, again, with shaky legs, shaky breath and the sight of a naked Butcher, who already had taken a seat on the couch in front of the bed. Your orgasm triggered Ben's, and he filled you up completely. You cried out when his fingers found your clit, the grip on your hair long gone now. He continued fucking his cum inside you, balls deep, until he started to soften inside you. His thrusts slowed down little by little.

Ben finally pulled out, letting go of your wrists and you collapsed on your hands and knees on the mattress. He spread out your pussy with his fingers and admired his white cum dripping out of you.

"Well, that was a fucking ride," he smiled. His middle finger wiped his seed and forced it back inside your pulsing cunt. "Fuck, where do you find these kind of women?"

Butcher shrugged. "I have my contacts."

"I'm still here, y'know," you breathed out, rolling on your back.

Ben hovered over your tired figure. Messy hair, cheeks stained with Butcher's cum, teary eyes, and some dry blood spots decorated your face. They did break you and put you back into pieces. He was damn proud of that. He leaned down and sucked into the skin of your neck. You moaned, your fingers tangled on his scalp as his lips carressed your neck, his beard burning on your soft skin.

"Ben, I'm tired," you said, and he stopped his kisses. He shared a suspicious look with Butcher and then locked his lustful green eyes with yours.

The supe winked at you. "Later, doll."

You rolled your eyes and heard Butcher standing up.

"Gonna prepare you a bath, luv," he said as he disappeared inside the bathroom. "Have to take good care of ya."

[stareiiez]

nsfw alphabet for sinister mark

based on this ask <3

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

HA. idiot. there's no aftercare, you think you're getting aftercare?? from him?? the most you get is a snide comment and a towel thrown your way to clean yourself up.

B = Body part 

Sinister Mark loves your thighs, and breasts. He's not much of an ass man, but if he see a pair of juicy thighs that have good amounts of fat? his mouth waters, he drools over cellulite and stretchmarks, it brings more flavor to his delicate meal.

C = Cum 

loves to cover you in his cum, creampies are his favorite, cherry cream pies are even fucking better. he doesn't let you get dressed most of the time after so he can watch his cum dry against your skin and leave obvious proof he was with you. weirdly thick and stringy, the kind you see in porn, he cums gallons.

D = Dirty secret 

he whimpers when you praise him and call him 'my lord' or some regal title. has a huge praise kink.

E = Experience

experienced as hell. after all viltrumites fuck to breed and expand their species, so he knows what he's doing from alien autonomy to human bodies. he know's where the clit is babe, don't worry.

F = Favorite position 

doggy. easiest way to shut you the fuck up because you cry too loud when he hooks a thumb in your ass and bullies squishy tight muscle. he hates seeing your face look all stupid and dopey, he wants to watch your pussy cum, that's it.

G = Goofy 

he's here to fuck and to feast, there's no jokes here. mohawk mark took all the goofy ass tendencies out of all the variants.

H = Hair 

depends. wasteland sinister? there's no hygiene, he smells of sweat, blood, oil, rot and other putrid smells. pubic hair is as wiry and long as his hair on his head, he doesn't give a fuck if he makes you gag on it when you suck him off. normal sinister? he's clean, shaved. thinks it's dirty if he doesn't care for himself always.

I = Intimacy

lol.

J = Jack off

jacks off after committing genocide. likes to lay on the bodies and fuck himself because he feels so good he can't help his boner. he's a suck fuck that gets off on murder. jerks off to you, sometimes . . i guess.

K = Kink 

bondage, gagging, choking, crying, blood and weapon kink. LOVES to make sure his bitch is half way on the brink of passing out, that's when he knows he's doing good.

L = Location 

anywhere, he isn't picky. you think of it? he's probably thought of it, and done it to you.

M = Motivation 

power. loves to exhert his power over little things like you. also curiosity, lets see how much you can take till it kills you, kay?

N = No 

affection. telling him you love him? immediate no. he's soft and clambering off you. watersports are disgusting to him, you wanna be gross? do that somewhere else.

O = Oral 

LOVES GIVING because (ie bloody eating out post I made). loves receiving as well. he doesn't know when to stop.

P = Pace 

rough. hard. fast. there's other option.

Q = Quickie

doesn't believe in them. you should be satisfied enough after ten rounds with him. stop being greedy.

R = Risk 

fucking the man is risk enough.

S = Stamina

Viltrumite stamina is crazy. he doesn't give you a chance to breathe. you end up going comatose because your body can't keep up with his own. he still ends up fucking you even while you're passed out.

T = Toys 

He destroyed your toys, sorry. He's better than those machines, but he likes to see you masturbate and loves a good show.

U = Unfair

Incredibly unfair. he will stop in the middle of sex to go deal with whatever is suddenly more threatening or distracting to him. Will completely pick back up with you, if he's bored. The sex isn't the same after.

V = Volume

he's quiet, except for making grunts and growls through clenched teeth. your moans and wet pussy noises are the loudest things during sex.

W = Wild card 

LOVES A GOOD HAIR PULL. Even when his hair gets longer in the wastelands, and you're there to be with him. he loves it when you gather the hair in your palm and yank as hard as you can, it at least makes him groan a bit more louder than usual.

X = X-ray 

thick, uncut pretty pink eight inches. he's got the girth of nearly a soda can, he's a monster that hurts you in every single aspect. he's not veiny, but burns hot red at the tip when he's hard and throbbing. he's shaved and clean, slightly musky at drooping sac. his body is more built, unrealistically chiseled, like it hurts to be this buff in such a lean frame.

Y = Yearning 

very high, after he gets a good blood lust going. thankfully that's nearly every day since he has a plethora of lowlifes to be wiped clean off the earth and co-exisiting planets.

Z = Zzz

after whatever round he's lost track of, he sleeps rather peacefully on his bed. you're reserved to sleep on the floor or the couch if he thinks its fitting for you after how good you've been to him.

[nanaslutt]

Hiii hope you are well ❤️💜💕💕you're a amazing human being and I love your work 😘💖 requesting sukuna fucking you from the back while holding you in a choke hold with his big bicep (true form or not it's fine)?

Have a wonderful dayyy😭😭💜

This is uhhhhhhhhh read at your own discretion (ILY nonnie ty for the ask<3)

Contains: fem reader, true from sukuna, double penetration, blood, so much degradation, dirty talk, manhandling, rough sex, hair pulling, passing out, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, blood, dacraphillia, cumming inside, talk of pregnancy, dub con if you squint, mind break, strangling, breath play

MDNI

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"Fucking." thrust "Take it." thrust. Sukuna fucked his inhumanly large dicks in and out of your holes at an almost intolerable pace. He had completely filled you up, not a single ridge inside your pussy was being neglected as his massive cocks abusing your sore holes.

He had two large lands gripping your waist, while he dug his nails into your skin, making pretty streaks of crimson blood drip down your hips and thighs. One hand was dangling by his side, occasionally leaving harsh slaps against the fat of your ass, while his other—arguably the meanest limb—currently had you in a chokehold.

The massive curse would squeeze his arm around your throat and completely constrict your airflow before he loosened it for a couple seconds, laughing at you while you gasped and sputtered, choking down the oxygen he allowed you to. You were positive he had ripped you open at some point, it had been hours and you still hadn't adjusted to his cock properly. Every time he pulled back his hips and thrust his cocks inside you, you felt like your guts were being shoved out of the way to make room for him.

You had gone numb to his nails that dug into the flesh on your hips, too focused on the painful pleasure you were feeling between your legs. "Fuck! Fucking bitch-" He cursed, squeezing your neck tighter and leaving a mean slap on your ass when he felt you cum around him for the nth time that night. The pulsing and clenching of your walls made the pace of his hips stutter before he got ahold on himself again. "Did I say" slap "You could fucking" slap "Cum?" he snarled, spanking your ass so hard you swore it would leave a permanent imprint of his hand against your skin.

"'M s-ooryy, sorry s-ahh!" You tried to speak through his heavy thrusts, but he was having none of it. "Didn't say you could fucking talk either," The king emphasized with a particularly hard thrust, that made you dizzy as you yelled out in pain. "Gotta shut you up." He growled, pausing his hips for a second before he cupped his free hand over your mouth, completely covering your mouth and nose as he once again squeezed his bicep around your neck. "Try not to die." He laughed menacingly into your ear before his hips started up a bruising pace.

Your eyes immediately rolled back into your head at the overbearing stimulation. You were thrown into fight or flight mode when you tried to gasp against his hand but to no avail. Sukuna kept his hand firmly pressed over your face to ensure that no oxygen would enter your lungs. "Aww, is the little slut crying?" He giggled, staring down between the two of you at the mean arch he had you in, watching his cock leave your asshole, lined with streaks of blood.

"You wanted this, kept fucking around so I brought you into my domain like you wanted." He snarled, gripping your jaw with his current hold on your face and turning it to the side so he could get a glimpse of your expression. Your face had gone pale, save for the deep blush that covered your cheeks. Your eyes had lost focus, continuously rolling into the back of your head with each thrust he gave you, and your soft cheeks were wet with your tears—those same eyes had begun to swell up from how long you had been crying.

He was right though, your fucked up body was loving this, you would scream that from the rooftops if he allowed you to, but right now it was quite evident he didn't want anything to do with your voice. "Oh fuck." He laughed, his four eyes all staring into yours as you did your best to keep yourself awake, trying to maintain eye contact with the curse to the best of your ability. "You really are crying." He bared his teeth to you as he smiled maliciously, both of his cocks twitching at your fucked up expression.

He watched intently with bated breath as your eyes fully rolled back into your head, your body going limp in his hold as he smiled, "Yeesssyesyes, fuck." He groaned, before releasing his hand from your mouth and simultaneously loosened his hold on your neck. Immediately his big hand started slapping your face harshly, "You don't get to get out of this that easily." He laughed, watching you slowly regain consciousness against him as you coughed and sputtered into the air when you came to.

"How was your nap?" His laugh vibrated your body, at some point he had picked you up a couple inches off the ground, and you internally thanked him as you had lost feeling in your legs quite a long time ago. Your moans echoed loudly in the space of his domain, whines turned into screams when he scratched his nails deeper into the skin of your thighs, reminding you of his hold there.

"You're a fucking mess." He chastized, as you gasped and cried into the space in front of you. Your smaller hands came up to grip his bicep, using the little strength you had left in your body you push his arms towards your neck once more, silently telling him to choke you out again.

Sukuna's eyes shot up in disbelief, were you seriously trying to order him around right now? You had balls, he would give you that. "Oh you want to die don't you, bitch?" He snarled, releasing you from the chokehold he had you in and instead used two hands to wrap around your neck and strangle you while he fucked his hips into you impossibly harder.

“You like this? Huh?" He growled as your cunt unashamedly squeezed around his cock, "Such a fucked up human I caught." He laughed to himself while you gasped and clawed at his hands, leaving angry red marks on his skin. "What's wrong? Gonna pass out again? Huh?" He cooed, feigning remorse while he felt your body try to fight back against him.

Despite how bad you had wanted him to choke you out, your body was going to register his actions as a threat no matter what. "God, stop fucking squeezing or I'm gonna cum inside." He said, making you panic slightly. You weren't on birth control, but you weren't even sure if a curse could get a human pregnant. Sukuna was a special case, which made you even more confused. Not like you had the brain power to go over the logistics of that right now anyways.

He felt your cunt and ass squeeze his cocks simultaneously at his words, also noticing how you tried to shake your head at him, warning him not to. "Oh does that scare you?" He asked, unimpressed when you continued your annoying moaning and babbling, not answering him. "I asked you a question, brat." He growled, squeezing your throat harder for a brief second before he loosened his grip, allowing you to breathe.

You gasped and choked on the oxygen, trying to turn your head to the side to look at him when you spoke, making little progress in your efforts as his hold on your neck was quite strong. "N-no, do-nt cum insdie." You cried, making him smile at your weeping face. "No?" He repeated, pouting his lip out at you in faux sympathy, "But I want to." He said, shaking your neck in his grasp and making your empty head shake around like a bobblehead toy.

You had no strength in your body left to fight him, opting to face your fate and let him have his way with you, you would deal with the consequences later. You couldn't lie that the thought of this terrifying man filling you up in both holes for the first time didn't excite you. The rational part of your brain was slipping further and further away from you the longer he fucked you. He was hitting all the right spots inside you, and at some point, the pleasure had started to overwhelm the pain.

He noticed your body had stop stying to fight him, falling limp to his ministrations as he pressed his hips flush against your ass and rotated it in circles, "You want my cum inside you, human?" He asked, his deep voice against your ear sent goosepumps down your arms. "Wanna be my concubine huh? Ill keep you here forever," He groned, his hips still rotating in circles and massaging your sweet spots, "Ill fuck load after load into your used-up cunt, till I get you pregnant." His voice was pushing you closer and closer to your orgasm.

You knew this was fucked up but you couldn't bring yourself to care right now, he was working you over so fucking well. "Yesyesyes Sukuna~ S-sukuna pl-ease~" Your hoarse voice whined out, broken up by his thrusts. In any other scenario, he would've cut you down for using his name without permission, but right now, your cunt and asshole were milking him quickly toward his orgasm, he was too close to care. He groaned at your words, his large hands abandoning their place around your neck to grab your tits and massage them, digging his nails into the flesh there, hard enough to draw blood as he used your body to ground himself.

"Fuck- sloppy fucking pussy gonna make me cum-" He groaned. His eyes wandered up to your neck, and he shook his head at the dark purple marks that littered your skin there, he couldn't help but think how fucking pretty it looked. The sight brought him closer to his high as his hips started losing their pace against your ass. "P-please- c-can I c-cum" You wined. He smiled at you, proud that you remembered to ask before you so greedily orgasmed without his permission. He was the one who was so kindly fucking you after all, so he should get the say in weather you cum or not.

"You can cum after me." He challenged, wanting to see if you could really make it. From how hard and rapidly your cunt was pulsing around him, he didn't think you would last much longer. "F-fuuuuck fuckfuck." You whined as he fucked the moans from your throat. He shook his head in disapproval, "Such a naughty mouth, remind me to take care of that next time." He said in response to your cursing as one of his large hands abandoned its hold on your hip to push your lower back down into a meaner arch against him.

The promise of a next time almost made you cum around him at what was to come. You had no idea how you held yourself back, maybe it was your inner consciousness afraid of what he would do to you if you disobeyed him, but you managed to hold out long enough for the king to cum. "Fuck, take it all, if you let a drop go to w-waste, I’ll kill you where you stand." He promised, clenching his jaw together as the rope started to untangle in his stomach.

His head tipped back, his jaw going slack as the first suprts of his cum started flooding your cunt and asshole. The second you felt his seed fill you up, you came around him, your holes milking him through his orgasm as you came harder than you ever have. If it wasnt for his four arms that held your body up, you woulve gone slack against the floor, "Fuuuuck! Fucking" thrust "Take my cum" thrust "Yesyesyes" The curse groaned, biting his lip at the intensity of his own orgasm.

His cum filled you up to the brim, the feeling of his warm seed filling both your holes at once felt strange and uncomfortable, but also weirdly right, you felt like this was your purpose—like his words were true, maybe your purpose really was to be here and be at his beck and call whenever he needed to release his stress, or simply wanted to get off.

He didn't wait for your own orgasm to finish before he released your body from his hold, letting your weak body fall to the ground of his domain by his feet, his cocks slipped out of you with a lewd squelching sound as you twitched below him in your aftershocks. The mouth on his stomach smiled at you, matching his own expression before it opened to lick your blood and juices off of his orgasm, and swallowing it greedily.

Your eyes fluttered as you started to come down from your orgasm. The massive figure in front of you ran a hand through his sweaty hair before his heavy leg kicked you in the stomach, not too hard, but hard enough to make you cough and direct your attention up at him. Before you knew it his face was in front of you and his large hand was in your hair as he raised you up from the ground with that grip alone, making you wince and whine in pain.

He stood to his full height once more, dragging your head and pressing it flush against his dirtied cocks, smearing your cum and blood on the side of your face as he gave you a disgusted look, "Clean your mess, useless human." He spat, digging his nails against your scalp. You gripped your hands into his massive thighs, and looked up at him from underneath your lashes, practically looking at him with hearts in your eyes as you rubbed your head against his thigh before kitten-licking one of his dick's tips.

He huffed out a laugh of disbelief at how obedient you were. How did he manage to find such a perfect fuck toy? Let alone a human toy at that. He could work with this.

[blueberrybloom2]

♥︎ 𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐤 ♥︎

[MaleWolfReaderxFemBunny]

Smut Warning

You met her just has everyone was coming out their hidden homes the first rays of the sun pierced through the haze of the long, harsh winter.

Hunger gnawed at your insides, and there she was ....the perfect prey, her back turned, oblivious to your presence. A little bunny, small and delicate, sniffing around the bushes. Her scent wafted through the crisp morning air, teasing your keen nose. Just enough to make your mouth water, a tantalizing snack before the pack's proper hunt began.

You crept closer, and she was just within reach and so unaware. Your claws, sharp and strong, brushed against her shoulder. She startled, whirling around with a flash of terrified eyes. Natural fear, but you saw the cute, twitching nose of the bunny, the way it quivered faster as she saw you. You licked your lips, tasting her fear and her sweet, delicious scent. You were hungry, and she was just a snack.

But then, lightning fast, she struck. A double combo to your balls, and you found yourself crumpling, clutching at your aching balls. Before you could recover, she kicked you in the mouth. The coppery taste of your own blood mingled with her scent. Cursing yourself for letting your guarddown, you watched as she ran for the hills, her fluffy tail bouncing with each panicked leap. For such a tiny thing she was sure fast.

Of course, you were faster. It wasn't really a race, and her scent made it easier to track her down. You caught her in no time, your strong arms wrapping around her trembling form. She was so small, so delicate, her heart pounding wildly against your chest. You could feel every quiver, every shuddering breath.

You carried her back to your cottage. You tossed her onto the table, watching as she bounced slightly. She looked up at you, fear etched into every line of her cute face.

You leaned in, inhaling deeply as you savored her intoxicating scent. She smelled divine, even more delicious than she was outside running and the air carried her scent. As you loomed over her trembling form, she looked up at you with wide, fearful eyes.

"Please, Mr. Wolf," she implored, her voice sweet and trembling, "don't eat me."

Despite the growling rumble in your stomach, you managed a reassuring tone. "Don't worry, little one. It won't hurt."

She bit her plump lower lip before closing her eyes in resignation.

Unable to resist, you leaned down and dragged your rough tongue along her throat, tasting the salt of her skin and the sweetness that lay beneath. Your hunger-fueled you made your way down her breast, laving your tongue over them, lapping at her delicate skin until you could hear the hitch in her breath and feel the racing of her heartbeat.

Somehow, as if in a trance, you found yourself between her thighs. The scent was stronger there, and you couldn't resist burying your face in her pussy. You choked a moan at the first swipe your tongue did along her dripping slit and you felt your cock throb in response, growing harder with each passing second.

You when deeper, your tongue plunging into her tight, wet heat as you lapped at the sweet juices that flowed from her. Her hips bucked against your face, and you could feel the tremors that wracked her small body as her climax approached. With a keening cry, she came, and her cum flooded your mouth.

"Please, Mr. Wolf?" she gasped out, her voice ragged. "Won't you fill me before you feast?"

A wicked grin spread across your face as you took in the sight of her spreading her legs for you.

"As you wish, my sweet little bunny," you responded as the tip of your dick brushed against her slick, heated folds, you felt a shiver down your spine.

Her pussy easing as you slowly pushed forward, feeling her silken walls stretch and yield to your size. Her face contorted in a mix of pain and pleasure, delicate brows furrowing as she bit her plump lower lip to stifle a cry.

The tip was just in, and it already felt amazing. You hilted yourself inside her, the tight, wet heat of her pussy, clenching and fluttering around your cock. Your eyes rolled back in bliss, and began to move, withdrawing until just the tip remained nestled within her, before plunging back in, burying yourself to the hilt once more. Each thrust made her back arch off the table, her pert breasts bouncing. You leaned down, catching one nipple between your teeth, sucking and laving her tender bud.

You feel her writhing beneath you, her hips rolling to meet your thrusts. Her tight, wet insides squeezed your cock with each push. The sounds of your bodies slapping together and your heavy breathing filled the cottage.

Lost in passion, you kept pushing into her fast and hard, your balls hitting her ass each time. Again and again, emptying your seeds deep into her womb. Her cries of ecstasy mingled with your own roars of satisfaction.

After many rounds and positions, you both ended up tired on your bed with her on top on you. While your dick soften and still snug within her pussy. You drifted off to the sound of her ragged breaths and the occasional aftershock

[altacctforastarion]

Rough Sex/BDSM Astarion HC’s

Warnings: OBVIOUSLY 18+, MDNI, bloody play mentioned, praise kink, degradation kink, biting, danger kink, painplay.

-He’s a dom leaning switch and I’m tired of pretending he’s not. Only subs for you if he can 100% trust you and feel comfortable in his own skin, so obvi post Cazador dying but I can see it as a rarity until after the game ends.

-Dom!Astarion will fuck you like he hates you, dagger to your throat if you want, will bite you or scratch you or hit you (face, ass wherever) if you ask, but 100% checks in frequently. You cry out when he hurts you in a way you ask for and he immediately asks you if you’re ok. He watches you like a predator stalks prey but he’s looking for signs of discomfort, his fangs are in your neck but he’s feeling your pulse and smelling/tasting for anything that’s not pleasure. He will for sure be rough with you, but only if you want it, only if you ask, only if it’s been discussed. He doesn’t want to hurt you in anyway that’s not pleasurable and any cruelty he may have in day to day life never comes near you.

-He’ll degrade you if you want it, but it’s not his favorite, and it’s always wrapped up in some sort of praise. Lots of “my pretty little slut” or “so beautiful when you cry on my cock” “taking all of it like a good whore”. And gods, during aftercare it’s nothing but praise, telling you he doesn’t really view you that way, that you’re wonderful and he loves you. I think he’d like to degrade you a bit, safe sane consensual power play, but if you want to be fucked like a whore and given nonstop praise he is about it.

-King of consent is sexy. “I want to fuck you right here, up against this filthy wall where anyone can see, what do you want, my love?” Or “would you like that?” “Can you handle more?” “If you’re too overwhelmed we can stop, I can fuck you nice and gentle and slow instead?” Plenty of normal “is this/are you ok?” And “was that too hard, my love?” “Are you sure this is what you want?” But I imagine him talking dirty and asking the way he asks you to sleep with him the second time “you will come to my bed tonight, won’t you?” Stating what he wants in a hot way, with a purr in his voice and asking for consent.

-He’ll choke you until you’re about to pass out but only if your eyes stay open or your body keeps moving or you have a grip on some part of him. He needs visible signs that you are ok and not lost to the world, if your eyes are looking into his he can see when it’s too much, if you’re still moving against him he knows you’re still conscious and happily continuing, if you have a good grip on him he can tell when you start to loosen it just a little too much. Still kisses you while you’re gasping just to keep your air for a little longer when he lets go though.

-He wouldn’t cut you unless the blade was only for that, and only shallow little cuts that will heal quickly, tiny little reminders of what you did in bed but not enough to hurt you or hinder you in anyway. Licks up the tiny little drops of blood while keeping eye contact if he can.

-Wants pain in return.

-If he’s subbing for you that man wants praise. You can tease but never degrade. He eats you out or sucks your dick and his cock drips when you tell him he’s being so good for you, so pretty, so perfect.

-He loves to hear about how he looks. He can see his body by looking down but he can’t get a full picture and if you set the scene for him, whispering praise of his beauty in his ear he whines and bucks his hips and begs for some sort of stimulation, even if it’s just a way to please you and not something that will make him cum.

-Wants to please you and then be taken care of. However, if you want his pleasure first he’s happy with that so long as you tell/show him how much you’re enjoying it or if you let him please you while you please him. Loves 69’ing, loves hearing you moan while you suck his dick. Hearing you touch yourself when he can’t see it drives him mad.

-Sub!Astarion begging to cum after being edged and cumming while you tell him how fucking amazing he’s been for you lives rent free in my head.

-Not into pain as a sub unless you bite him and don’t break skin, I think that’s reserved for deep subspace or after an awful day, when all of those trauma based kinks come to surface. You can only bite his neck if his hands are free and he can see you, and only on the opposite side from when he was turned. Can totally see him losing his mind if you bite his thighs and suck his dick.

-I can see him being kinda bossy/bratty at first but I think he loves having someone take care of him and give him pleasure and praise until he cries.

[dark-konohagakure2]

can i get a seven swordsman gang r*pe x female reader?

tw: noncon, gangbang, size difference, abuse, spit, fuck or die, humiliation, degradation, mild implied ZabuHaku, blade play, biting, anal

All characters depicted are 18+

As the de facto leader of the Seven Swordsmen, Zabuza will more often than not deal with anyone who goes against the group. So when his group catches a young Leaf Village kunoichi spying on them, Zabuza decides to give her his absolute favorite punishment.

Zabuza goes first, and he's one of the roughest when he does so, both physically and verbally, and the fact that he has a very big and thick cock doesn't help matters for her either, so Zabuza isn't even the slightest bit careful when he bullies his fat cock into her unwilling pussy, and he does this all while his crew is watching, which makes the already degrading experience even more humiliating for the poor little kunoichi.

He'll pin her head down with the half circle section of his blade as he pounds into her, his rough skin on hers while he assaults her insides with his length. Zabuza isn't just rough with his cock and sword, but he's rude with his hands as well, slapping and scratching at her skin wherever he can reach, he's also cruel with his mouth, both with his biting words and his biting teeth.

He'll even compare her to his other conquests, degrading her in almost every way he can think of, from calling her loose and a dead lay to even threatening her life if she doesn't make it worth his while. Of course Zabuza wouldn't kill her before his fellow swordsmen get a turn with her, but she doesn't know that.

"Pathetic little bitch. You call this a pussy? Hah! Even my boy is tighter than your pathetic hole, so tighten up before you get chopped up instead..."

Zabuza won't stop at just her pussy however, after he cums in her pussy a few times, Zabuza finds himself getting rather bored of her cunt, but he doesn't want to end his turn just yet, so he'll go for her ass next, knowing just how humiliating it will be for her to be fucked in such a place by the enemy.

Her mouth isn't safe either, once Zabuza is done with her pussy and ass, he'll force his cock down her throat, his big hand wrapped around her neck as he chokes her with his cock, not letting her come up for air until he's gotten to bust at least twice, so until then she's stuck being a living fleshlight.

Zabuza is pretty messy, he'll leave her covered in cum, blood, bite and scratch marks, and bruises by the time he's finally done with her, and that's only after the first swordsmen fucks her. Zabuza doesn't really care that he came inside of her, after all she's gonna be filled with the semen of five other men by the time the night is up.

Even when he's done with her she won't be safe from Zabuza's verbal lashings, he'll be sure to demean her and put her down even as he slowly withdraws his cock from her sloppy hole and informs her that she has a long night ahead of her.

"Slut. That should teach you to mind your own damn business. Now, who wants to have their turn with our little cumdump next..?"

Even when it isn't his turn, that won't stop Zabuza from chiming in once and a while, whether it be by verbally degrading her when she's getting fucked by one of his comrades or by spitting on her after she's just had her pussy creampied for the dozenth time that night.

tw: noncon, gangbang, sadism, degradation, blood play, biting, sloppy seconds, noncon kissing, slut shaming, exhibitionism

While Mangetsu is one of the more level headed members of the group, he like his younger brother also has some sadistic tendencies, so he's not going to pass up on the opportunity to both get his rocks off and put a bitchy little kunoichi in her place at the same time.

He'll tease her a lot, calling her a slut when he spreads her folds and Zabuza's cum leaks out. Mangetsu will also loudly proclaimed how shocked he is at her cunt's tightness despite her being so roughly fucked before he got his turn with her, but it's fine with him either way, he doesn't mind getting sloppy seconds.

While not as rough as some other members of the group, he's still rough nonetheless, especially with those sharp teeth of his, a trait he shares with his comrades. He'll bite into her chest and back as he pounds her from behind, licking her wounds clean and loudly enjoying the taste of her blood.

While he isn't aiming to make her feel good, if she does somehow end up cumming from his rough treatment, Mangetsu will never let her hear the end of it, and he'll make sure that everyone in the radius knows that she just came from being taken by force.

"Well look at that! Your pathetic little pussy is squirting! Is the cute little slut enjoying herself~? It sure looks like she is..."

Mangetsu doesn't really mind if she isn't actually enjoying it, in fact he finds it adorable. He's always had a bit of a fetish for shy girls, and that's all she's being right now, a cute little thing who's just shy about being dicked down by a stranger.

She's so cute in fact that he can't help but steal a few kisses from her, but he isn't very gentle when he shoves his tongue down her throat, his teeth slamming against hers as he claims her lips with his own inexperienced ones, but he's seemingly oblivious to his own roughness with his mouth.

He'll even show her body off to the others while he's fucking her, letting them get a good eyeful of her breasts bouncing and his cock sliding in and out of her wet hole, making her somehow feel even more exposed than she did before, if that was even possible.

Mangetsu will leave her a mess too, something that will get even worse with every member of the group who fucks her. He'll leave her crying too, a fact that he finds very cute, she's just being shy after all.

"Oh come on now, you don't have to keep acting all shy now. After all, now everyone here knows just how much of a depraved slut you really are."

Mangetsu is content to watch after that, occasionally butting in to steal a kiss or give her a condescending pat on the head once in a while, but besides that he'll sit back and relax, enjoying the show of his comrades destroying her weak, girly little holes.

tw: noncon, spitroasting, threesome, degradation, fuck or die, misogyny, sadism, facefucking, slapping, spanking, abuse

Kushimaru and Jinpachi live up to their reputation as the heartless duo when they take their turn with her, the two of them have great teamwork, but unfortunately for her they never use their synergy for anything good.

It'll be painful from both ends when the two of them take her, with Kushimaru forcing his skinny yet long cock into her mouth, while Jinpachi shoves his shorter yet much thicker member into her messy cunt, their hips roughly slamming into her respective holes.

True to their moniker, the pair is completely heartless, not showing her even an ounce of mercy of gentleness, and they'll without a doubt be leaving her broken and bruise by the time they're finally done with her already used up body.

The contrast between the two men is unsettling, Jinpachi is more calm than his partner yet with a touch of sadism, while Kushimaru is giggling like a schoolgirl and even more sadistic than his comrade, which is saying quite a bit considering the nature of the group they're all in.

"Hehe~! That's it! Keep taking my dick down your throat like that, bitch! That's the only thing cute girls like you are good at anyway!"

Jinpachi is somewhere more restrained than his partner and much less talkative, occasionally expressing his annoyance at the fellow swordsman's excitement, but in spite of all that he's incredibly cold and cruel, bullying his cock in and out of her and giving her a firm slap to the ass or face at even the slightest sign of resistance.

The masked man is very excitable during the twisted coupling, jackhammering his cock in and out of her throat, making her gag and choke at the relentless pounding her esophagus is receiving, but he doesn't care about her discomfort, in fact he'll laugh at it.

If he's feeling particularly nasty, which he more likely than not is, Kushimaru will cut off her air through her nose, forcing her to suffocate on his cock as he slides it in and out of her mouth, but of course he let's her breathe again before she can pass out, it's no fun if she's unconscious after all.

While not as giddy, Jinpachi has his own flavor of nastiness, which is cold cruelty. He'll spit insults at her for every little thing, even the most minor of transgressions, even threatening her life if she continues to try and resist him in any way at all.

"I said to stop squirming, cunt. Or do you want me to gut you like a fish? That's what I thought, so just stay still and fucking take it."

The two man team will get equal time in each of her holes, they're criminals after all, but they're not children, even they are well aware of the importance of sharing a delicious gift such as herself between each other.

tw: noncon, monster cocks, double penetration, size difference, biting, abuse, anal, breeding

Kisame is arguably the worst of them all. Not only does he have a huge cock, but he has two of them due to his shark-like physiology, and the huge man has every intent on making sure he gets both of his monstrous dicks equally wet.

He is a very big man, standing at almost seven feet tall and with huge muscles all over his pale blue body, it is almost laughably easy for him to dominate someone so much smaller than him, especially when that someone just got finished being passed around by four different men just minutes earlier.

He'll laugh at her fruitless struggles as he shoves one of his cocks inside of her used up hole, his girth somehow stretching her out even further than whe was before. Kisame is a scary man, which results in him never getting laid due to his appearance and reputation, so the monster of the mist is more than eager to breed a wet hole.

Even one of Kisame's cocks inside of her is enough to make her writhe and whine in both pain and unwanted pleasure, a fact that the swordsman finds absolutely adorable, especially since what he's doing to her is quite literally not even the half of it.

"Oh quit your squirming, little one, you've only got the first one inside of ya so far and you're already crying? Now that's just pathetic."

When he eventually does force the second cock inside of her, he's practically feral, growling and groaning loudly as he relentlessly pounds into her, her dangerously sharp teeth clamping down onto her neck and shoulders on sheer animal instinct. He's a surprisingly well mannered person most times, but he just can't help but lose control a bit when he's got his cocks inside of something so tight.

Once he gets bored of stuffing just her pussy full of his cum, he'll decide to use her ass as well, having one cock inside her pussy while the other one thrusts into her even tighter backdoor, having two cocks really has it's perks when it comes to dirty encounters like these.

The others don't get to witness much of what Kisame is doing to her, since his huge body engulfs her smaller frame entirely, but the noises the two of them make are enough to clue them all in on what exactly is going on, and it's amusing to see how feral the vicious shark gets when let off the leash.

The thought of getting her knocked up both amuses and arouses Kisame, especially since he knows just how humiliated and dishonored she would be to return from her mission as both a failure and a used-up cumdump for the enemy.

"Good little bitch~ I hope you enjoy having my guppies swimming around in your belly for the next nine months, oh I'm sure your village will be just so proud of you!"

Kisame doesn't even need to use Samehada to drain her chakra to prevent resistance since she's already so exhausted and messy, but he decides to be nice to her and reassure her that the whole ordeal is almost over, but it doesn't get much better.

tw: noncon, scissoring, biting, fuck or die, blade play, sadism, degradation, overstimulation, facesitting, breathplay, exhibitionism

Being the only woman in the group, and the youngest in it too, Ameyuri usually doesn't get to join in whenever the others gang up on a defeated for in such a way, but when she gets the opportunity to join in on the party, she is beyond giddy and jumps at the chance to break in their battered opponent.

Ameyuri will hold her Kiba blades up to the girl's neck as she rubs her pussy against the girls used one, moaning as she feels her comrades' semen leaking onto her own cunt. She rarely gets the opportunity to play with her food like this, and she's going to enjoy every last second of it.

The tomboyish redhead is as sadistic as she is childish, threatening to stab her sword through the girl's neck if she does so much as try to get away from her, and much like her fellow Mist shinobi, Ameyuri proves herself to be a very avid biter, as evidence by all the bright red bite marks she leaves on the girl's already marred body.

She'll also get mad if her victim isn't being very receptive, interpreting it as the girl disliking being with Ameyuri more than the others just because they're both women, despite the fact she hated it when the men were having their ways with her, Ameyuri is either unaware or just doesn't care.

"Don't shy away from me like that, you squirmy little bitch! You had sooo much fun when the boys played with you, and now you get to enjoy a female touch!"

Ameyuri is the most experienced with female anatomy out of the entire group for rather obvious reasons, so out of all the Seven Ninja Swordsmen she's the one with the highest ability to make their victim cum, and she'll do so multiple times during their little scissoring session, leaving the poor girl an absolute mess.

After partaking in the 'fun' of rubbing their pussies together, the swordswoman feels herself wanting something more selfish, so without any warning or consent she'll park her perfect pussy right on the struggling girl's face, immediately demanding that she satisfies her orally.

Being a pretty sensitive woman, Ameyuri reaches climax multiple times from the girl's reluctant oral service, but she's not going to let that stop her from staying seated, both because she's greedy for pleasure and because she just thinks it's funny to watch the girl struggle to breathe beneath her.

Ameyuri likes the fact that everyone is watching the two of them, she'll even try to show off for her colleagues a bit, being rougher with the girl at their encouragement and making the situation even more embarrassing by reminding the poor girl that she's the main attraction in their little game.

"O-Oh yeah~! Deeper, deeper~! Come on! At least try to make me feel good, dummy! Everyone is watching you after all, oh how embarrassing!"

She almost doesn't want to stop playing with her new toy due to all the fun she's having, but she'll eventually and very reluctantly concede once she's reminded that there are other people who want a turn.

tw: noncon, slapping, spanking, daddy kink, spit, degradation, doggy style, humiliation, cum marking, noncon kissing

Juzo is very annoyed at the fact that he had to wait so long just to get his turn, and as such he's going to take out all his frustrations out on her, and he has a hell of a lot of frustrations in that current moment.

While not as much of a biter as his teammates, Juzo is definitely a hitter, and a very heavy one at that, especially whenches in a bad mood, so he'll give the struggling girl a large number of smacks and slaps with every mild resistance she makes as he pushes himself inside of her.

Even when she isn't resisting him (as much), Juzo will still take perverse pleasure in slapping her either on the face or ass while he pounds her, he especially enjoys roughly spanking her cute little ass in tandem with his harsh thrusts, leaving her backside a bright red color after he's through with her.

The swordsman also immensely enjoys humiliating the poor girl, as if getting violated by the enemy wasn't humiliation enough, he'll force her to demean herself in the most degrading ways possible while he's fucking her from behind, his callused hands gripping her sore ass tightly.

"Cmon, bark for me, bitch! You're already getting fucked like a damn mutt, so you might as well act like one! Atta girl! Keep being a good bitch for Daddy!"

He doesn't just stop at simple biting and hitting either, Juzo will even go so far as to spit on her backside or on her face if he doesn't like her 'attitude', he'll even spit in her mouth just for the hell of it when he's forcibly stealing a kiss from her, taking immense in watching her disgusted reaction.

Juzo likes making her squirm and squeal in all sorts of ways, such as whispering dirty words in her ears or threatening her with his sword if she doesn't tighten up for him, he just really loves to get a rise out of brats like her.

Juzo doesn't really feel like cumming inside of her, almost everyone else did that already, so instead when he's about to shoot his load, he'll abruptly pull out and cum all over her back and ass, leaving her looking somehow even more debauched than before, which only serves to increase her shame.

He'll show a small amount of "kindness" once he's done, praising her for how tight her used holes were and how slutty she is, although his already shallow praise rings hollow after all the humiliation he and his group made her endure for the past few hours.

"Fuck, that felt great, and you stayed tight even after all that? Hah! You must be a natural born slut then! The Leaf sure does raise their women well!"

After the entire long, drawn out ordeal is finally over, the group have three options, they either kill her, send her back to her village as a complete disgrace, or keep her around as their personal sex toy, and with how merciless the entire group is, she'll be wishing for the first option.

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October 3rd

Hate Sex, Papa Emeritus II x Catholic!Reader

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Words: 3.4k

Warnings: Hate sex; mean dom!Secondo; virgin!Reader; catholic!Reader (for now); degradation; piv; unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it); semi-public sex; corruption kink; cunnilingus; multiple orgasms; dubcon; choking; breeding kink?; cum eating (because I’m a slut for it okay? I’ll see you in the goddamn parking lot); vaginal sex; loss of virginity;

🔞 MDNI 🔞

Your father becoming the Pope was not something you anticipated, but it was definitely a dream of his. As his daughter, you had your own responsibilities to the church that you had to maintain, as well as making sure your father’s reputation and standing in the Catholic church remained good and respectable.

You had made it your mission to save as many souls as possible, but only one you had given up on. He was the second son of a man named Nihil Emeritus - a lowly man who called himself Papa and claimed to be the anti-Pope for the Satanic Church. The leader of the opposition. His second son, known simply as Secondo, was cardinal to his father, and was a real piece of work.

You had, in previous years, tried to show him the way of the light, the way of the Lord. But he would always counter you with ridiculous quips and notions about Him that made your blood boil. How can one person be so blind to the rulers that oppress them as much as Satan did? How can they follow a beast so blindly and stray so far from all that was pure?

Constant talks between Satanic and Catholic churches would happen to set specific boundaries both physical and spiritual, but once a year, the Vatican and the Ministry would meet to set an example to followers on both sides - though everyone hated these meetings and wanted them to end, it was important for your church to be seen at the very least converting the dark ones with kindness and love that our Lord had shown you and taught you to be.

This year, for the first time in a hundred years, the Ministry were to host the talks and you were nervous to say the least. You were uncomfortable entering such a sinful building, filled with demons and lost souls, covered in pentagrams and statues of the Devil. As you walked through the white marble halls, you clutched onto your crucifix necklace and prayed quietly for the Lord to keep you safe.

Outside, they had a press conference and photo opportunity. Your father and the blasphemous Nihil had their pictures taken together, shaking hands and pretending to engage in important conversations for the sake of the press, before the rest of the churches were invited to take photos together like a NATO Summit. He was placed next to you.

His ungodly mismatched eyes hidden underneath layers of thick, black paint making him look like a bald panda. Not a single hair underneath his zucchetto, instead the only hair on his head coming from his eyebrows and his moustache. It would be unseemly to compare his aesthetic to a certain kind of video, but he definitely looked like he came straight out of it. You were both in our twenties but his choice of appearance made him look so much older than you. Yet there he was, confidently standing in a respected Cardinal’s uniform, soiling it with a grucifix and a perverted smile.

For the photograph, he put his arm around you, and rested his large, leather gloved hand on your bicep. Though your face was smiling like you were happy to be there, your insides were crawling with disgust. You shoved him off you as soon as the cameras had switched off. “Get your filthy hands off me, you creep!”

“Only for the photo, dipshit. Believe me, looking at you makes my dick soft.”

“Must you always be so vulgar?”

“Must you always be a prude?”

“You know, you are such a-”

“Children,” You heard your father’s voice and immediately silenced yourself, “come.”

“Yes, father.” As you walked towards your father, you brushed passed Secondo’s shoulder hard and held your head up high, preserving what remained of your dignity. You knew your father would force you into penance later for your emotional outburst.

The day was seemingly endless, and you often found your mind drifting away with itself thinking of other things. At first, your mind went to lunch - what would those hellish kitchens serve you? No doubt ground up fetus spaghetti. But when your eyes met Cardinal Secondo’s, your thoughts drifted to him instead. If he wasn’t so brutish, he would be attractive. If he was Catholic he would be attractive. But he was Satanic, an abomination. He needed saving.

Finally, you were granted a break and ran to the restroom as quickly as you could. Coming out, however, you ran into Secondo again.

“Oh, look! It’s the little snob.” He said, his face as stoic as usual. “Probably pissed out the holy water she drinks.”

“Go stick your face in it, see how it feels to burn.”

He raised his eyebrows. “I didn’t know you were into that.”

“You should repent. Beg the Lord for forgiveness. Turn to the light.”

“I’m much happier under the watchful eye of the fallen archangel, thanks.”

“You’ll burn in Hell.”

“That’s the idea.”

“Filthy sinners deserve to rot there. You and your family will suffer if you don’t-”

He moved towards you and grabbed your chin with his index finger and thumb, his eyes filled with anger and hate. You felt your heart rate spike in fear, yes, but there was also something else you couldn’t identify. “Listen to me, you stupid little sheep. I couldn’t give a fuck about your Lord, your God or the idiots who follow you. I don’t care about that fucking book you live and breathe by and I don’t care about you. You dare to come into my house and dictate what I do? I’ll do what I please, and worship who I please. Maybe you should repent, Sathanas would appreciate how you looked on your knees.”

“Get off me!” You shoved him as hard as you could and freed yourself from his touch. “You vile, filthy pig!” You hit his shoulder. “You sinful, disgusting cockroach! I would never get on my knees for evil bastards like you or your deranged goat god!”

“But you would get on your knees. Unless of course, you’re a virgin.”

You hit him again.

He gasped. “You are!” He laughed. “Saving yourself for marriage, huh? Keeping yourself pure and holy for a god that would kill you with no thoughts of regret.” He grasped onto your chin again. “I could save you, you know? Show you a better way of living. Worshiping a god who worships you back, and sends you the greatest pleasures you’ve ever known.” As he spoke, his face got closer and closer to yours until he was a single inch away from you. You could feel his breath on your face, smell the coffee from his break just moments ago. “Tell me to stop, little lamb, and I will.”

You should have. You don’t know why you didn’t. Maybe there was a part of you that hated how controlled you were by your father. Maybe there was a part of you that wanted to be tempted by a servant of sin. You weren’t sure about the reason, but you knew that when his lips touched yours and he pulled you in for the most passionate kiss you’ve ever had, or the only kiss you’d ever had, you were tasting a glimpse of the pleasure he offered you. His tongue immediately sought entry to your mouth, and you granted the permission, letting him take the lead and teach you what to do. It felt so good. You had to stop. This was wrong.

You pushed him off you one final time and slapped his face. No words were spoken, there wasn’t anything to say. He didn’t look offended by your slap, nor did he look put off by it. He still looked at you with the same lustful expression he had moments ago. And you couldn’t stop yourself.

Your hands gripped his cassock and pulled him back in for another kiss, this one more violent and desperate than it was before. It was messy, all teeth and tongues and no finesse to it whatsoever. His hands moved to your waist, pulling you closer to his body, before gripping onto your ass. The feel of his covered hands clutching onto you sent a thrill through your frame you’d never felt before. Before you knew it, a moan had escaped from your lips and caught up onto his, which made him smile.

The sound of people approaching made you both pull away from each other. You began to panic. You were sure you looked disheveled enough from the kiss alone, and the Cardinal’s cheek was beginning to redden where you slapped it. In a panic, you grabbed hold of his hand and ran into the first unlocked door you could find, keeping the lights off and shutting yourselves in as quietly as you can. Secondo was chuckling at you, but you simply held a hand over his mouth and kept as quiet as you possibly could. You couldn’t be seen being intimate with a member of the Satanic church! It would ruin everything. When the people left, you sighed in relief.

You had unknowingly pulled both of you into an office of some kind, but you didn’t know whose office it was, or if they’d even be back. It was in the silence of the room that you realised what you’d just done. And how close you were to Secondo. Before more doubts could sneak back in, your lips found each other’s again. You don’t know who started it, but now that you had, you couldn’t keep your hands off each other. His zucchetto was the first thing to hit the floor, followed by your own hat and your heels.

Secondo’s mouth travelled to your neck and began placing open mouthed kisses there, driving you mad with want. You couldn’t think of anything else other than him. You loathed him, he was evil. But he felt so good.

He backed you up against the desk in the room and continued to kiss your neck, his hands roaming all over your body. His were the first to touch you in so many places: your shoulders, your arms, your waist, your stomach, your breasts and now your thighs.

Your legs opened for him automatically so he could slot comfortably between them. Your sun dress hiked up over your thighs, giving him perfect access to your panties which were now drenched in your arousal. It wasn’t long before his hands made their way under your skirts and stroking over your vulva. He barely pulled away from your neck to utter his words, “the good Catholic girl, soaking wet for the Devil’s son. Do you think your god is watching, little lamb? Hm?” His fingers moved your panties aside. “Do you think he’s disappointed in you giving into temptation?”

“Yes.”

He stood up straight, his forehead touching yours as his finger rolled over your clit. You released a strangled noise at the new sensation, and your hips bucked. “You’ve been a good girl up until now, haven’t you? Keeping yourself pure for your god. My god sent me to you,” he pushed one finger inside your wet heat tapping upwards immediately, “I am His gift to you. Tell me, little lamb, will you accept His gift, even just for today? Will you let the one you hate the most defile you?”

“Yes!”

He kissed your lips again as his fingers hooked into your pure white panties and pulled them off you. He got onto his knees and directed your legs to rest onto his shoulders. You couldn’t help it. “I hate you so fucking much - ah!”

He silenced you by wrapping his lips around your clitoris and sucking hard, not giving you any chance to ease into this. You could feel him smirk into your cunt as he lapped up your juices, shaking his head and licking away until he was convinced you were seeing stars.

Your hands flew to his head, holding onto him as if you were about to float away. The pleasure was so overwhelming, and nothing like anything you’d ever felt before. Sexual pleasure of all types was a sin - and you had never indulged at all. You were too scared to. You were an adult, so sheltered about adult things you knew nothing of what your body could do. But now here you were, legs spread with the son of the anti-pope licking up your arousal like he was eating his first meal in days.

That same son was now inserting a finger inside of you again, tapping up and making you cry out. Your noises were uncontrollable and loud, but there was nothing you could do about it. Silence didn’t feel like an option. You needed to make noise and you couldn’t explain why. You gasped when he added a second finger. Your hips moved on their own accord and you bucked into the pleasure, simultaneously wanting to escape it but also get as close to it as physically possible.

“W-wait!” You said. Your words were slurred and your voice full of panic. “S-something’s happening. You - mmm - you have t-to stop please!”

He ignored you entirely, refusing to stop his ministrations no matter how much you squirmed. “Stop, y-you sack of sh-shit. Oh my God!” His other hand, somehow so powerful, stopped your hips from wriggling away and pinned you to the desk. You were helpless when you toppled over the edge, seeing black as you came for the first time. Secondo worked you until you were overstimulated and collapsed back onto the cold wood of the desk. Your body covered in sweat and your breathing laboured. Your head was spinning from the intensity and you could barely move.

Secondo stood, his hand on his crotch moving his cassock out the way to free himself. His cock was big, or to you it was anyway, girthy and as long as his hand. He gripped your hips and pulled you towards the edge, making sure you were easy access for him. He lined his cock up to your vulva once more, but instead of pushing inside he rubbed himself against your folds, groaning at the feel. “This is your last chance,” he told you, “tell me to leave and I will. If you don’t, I will sodomise this virgin cunt of yours.”

The feel of his cock against your folds was torturous. Your hole was clenching around nothing, screaming for him to enter you and have his way with you. There was a small voice in your head telling you to run, leave now while you still could. Your whimpers and the sound of your wetness was now the only noise in the room.

“What do you want, little lamb? Do you want me to stop?”

“No!”

He stopped his ministrations and placed the head of his cock at your entrance and pushed in the smallest amount, not enough to completely penetrate you, but enough to drive you insane. “Tell me what you want.”

“F-fuck me.” The request tasted weird but you meant it.

Secondo nodded. He grabbed hold of your hand and held it. “Look at me.” He told you.

For a second, you looked vulnerable and it made his dick throb. You sat up and placed your hand on his chest, nervously pushing him away with no force. “Will it hurt?” You had always been told that it would hurt, and now you were scared you’d be in pain.

His own tough facade dissipated briefly, and the hand that wasn’t gripped in yours went to cup your face. “No.” He said gently. “You are wet enough and my fingers stretched you. But if it hurts too much you must tell me.”

You nodded.

With you now concentrating on him, he began to push into you. His thick cock spread your walls a little further than his fingers did, and the pressure was a lot. Both of your hands moved up to his neck, grasping onto him, as your eyebrows worried and your mouth fell open. Every time you thought he would stop he just kept going.

“You good?”

Your body was on fire. There were too many things to feel. “Yes. Oh God!”

The toughness returned to his demeanour and there was a dark glint in his eye. “Your god can’t help you now, little lamb.”

Before you had the chance to process his words, he pulled out of you and then slammed all the way back in, causing you to scream It felt Earth-shatteringly good to have him inside you. He did it again. And again. “You sadistic bastard!” You exclaimed in between moans.

He laughed but said nothing, instead concentrating his gaze on where your bodies met. Every rough thrust sent you a little further across the desk, and your back couldn’t remain upright. You allowed yourself to lie back down again, your body jiggling violently with every movement. You had to bite your finger to keep you from screaming again.

“Look at you,” Secondo began, “lying there with your - fuck - your legs spread like a c-common whore.” You tightened. “The whore likes being reminded of who she is, hm?”

His hips moved faster and faster as he got more into his head, watching your tits bounce as he defiled you.

“What’s the matter, little lamb? Devil steal that tongue? Mm, shit. No smart remark? Wh-where’s that snobby cunt who keeps telling me to repent now?” He pulled out of you and manhandled you off the desk, spinning you around and bending you over it slightly. He slammed into you once more. His hand wrapped around your throat. “Oh, that’s right, she’s booking herself a one way ticket to Hell.”

“Fuck you!” You hissed.

“Giving yourself willingly to the son of Satan. Oh, how the righteous fall from grace.”

His other hand ran seductively down your body, and as his teeth began to bite your ear, his finger stroked your clit in circles. His breath in your ear, his hand on your clit, his cock in your cunt, it was all too much. You were surrounded by him, breathing him. He was everywhere and difficult to escape. But you didn’t want to escape. This was the most free you’d ever felt, the best you’d ever felt. You came around his cock this time, tugging at his cassock and gasping for air, collapsing back onto the table.

In your mind, you saw the crucifix within your private quarters at the Vatican - the very same one that was gifted to you by the previous pope. You could see Jesus as if he were right in front of you. The look of disappointment present on his face as he watched you give into temptation and gift your most sacred gift to the Devil. The disappointment didn’t make you feel guilty for once in your life.

With that thought in your mind and the fog cleared, you began taking control, meeting Secondo’s thrusts with as much passion as he was giving which stole a guttural moan from him. “Oh, fuck, just like that. Let me fuck this tight, virgin cunt. Take my cock, you fucking whore.” Both of his hands grasped your hips with such tightness, you thought he would bruise you. “You’re gonna make me cum. Is that what you want, little lamb? Shit! You want me to cum deep in this cunt? Knock you up with the fucking Antichrist, hm?”

No. It was too risky. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Cum inside me. Give me your filth!” You heard yourself say.

With a growl, Secondo stilled and emptied himself into you, letting his own body fall forward and pin you down to the desk. You had no choice now, you were forced to take all his cum whether you wanted it or not. How would you beg for forgiveness now that the Devil’s seed was spilling into your willing womb?

Despite his exhaustion, Secondo dropped to his knees again and ran his tongue through your folds, collecting his cum from your pussy and working you towards your third and final orgasm. This was bordering on pain, but it felt so good. Your knuckles turned white from how hard you gripped the desk. Turning to look behind you, you saw him practically worshiping your cunt, and that alone was enough to tip you back over the edge.

When all had finished, and you were both redressing in silence, you realised the implications of what had just happened. You had committed the ultimate sin… and you didn’t want to go back…

Previous Day ⛧ Next Day ⛧ Part 2

[twice-inamillion]

Nayeon’s Morning Sex

Fluff and Smut (deep penetration, cowgirl, creampie)

Chapter 197 

1.4k Words

(Nayeon wakes up hungry for sex)

Nayeon wakes up early that next day to see the man she loves sleeping. “I can’t believe I did it with him last night. I’m such a bad girl,” she says, burying her head on your chest. As she reminisces on last night’s events, she can’t help but feel butterflies. With your chest in her face, as she takes a whiff of your manly scent,” Hmm… I can see myself waking up to this.” 

You open your eyes and see Nayeon sniffing your chest, “Do you like my scent?” Nayeon freezes and pretends to sleep, “I know you’re not sleeping.” 

“I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it.” 

“It’s okay, I do the same thing,” as you whiff her scent. “You smell sweet, nayeon.” 

“Lier!”

You lift Nayeon’s chin and go in for a kiss. She closes her eyes and surrenders to you completely. She lets you explore her mouth with your tongue and ends it with a sloppy kiss. “Do you think I’m lying now?” She has no words and blushes.

After a moment of silence, you ask, “Was last night everything you expected?” 

She gathers her thoughts, “Yes! It was more than I expected.” 

“Oh really? How so?”

“You were just amazing. A real gentleman but a man that took charge. The members were right; you know how to handle a girl.”

“Hmm, so the girls talk amongst each other, huh.”

“Yeah…” as she thinks of what to say next. “Plus, your thing is big, like really big. "You feel like you’re full,” looking down at lower regions.

“You like it when I’m inside of you?” giving her a slight smirk.”

She looks down, avoiding your sight. “I can’t hear you.”

“Yea…”

“What did you say?”

“I said yes! I like having your cock inside me.”

“See, it wasn’t too hard. Let’s go take a shower.”

“No!”

“You don’t want to?”

“I do, but I want to do it again.”

“You mean…” giving her a smug smile. “I want to ride you.” 

Nayeon pulls herself from your limp cock and stands on top of the bed. You turn yourself on your back and watch her sit on your thighs. She grabs your limp cock with her right hand and strokes it. With each passing second, you can feel the blood rushing to your cock as it’s met with Nayeon’s cold hands.

“I want this inside me already,” licking her lower lip. “Then take it.”

She lifts herself and aligns your cock to her entrance. Little by little, she lowers herself until the tip of your cock is swallowed. Nayeon teases you as she adjusts your shaft with her hand, and suddenly she drops her whole weight on your cock. “Fuck! You’re so tight, Nayeon!”

Nayeon, on the other hand, feels a rush of coldness run through her spine, then switching to a hot sensation in her womb. She can’t help but be overwhelmed by this feeling as she tries to adjust to your size. 

“Want me to move?”

“Wait… not yet. Give me a second.” 

You see how hard she’s trying to adjust to you that it’s cute, and can’t help but love her even more. “I’m ready.” With a slow pace, she begins to move her hips and bounce on your member. You feel the crevices of her walls as they choke your cock, causing you to moan. “Do you like my pussy that much?”

 “Yeah…it feels so good and tight. I don’t think I’m going to last that long.”

You can tell that she’s happy by your words and picks up the pace. You can hear the slapping noises as her ass hits your thighs. You grab both of her tits and give him a good squeeze. She moans your name out loud, making you harder. You flick her nipples which throws her over the edge. She tightens her cunt, “Oppa, I feel like I’m about to cum.”

“Go ahead; I want to see your pretty little face as you cum” and she does. You see her increase the pace and ride you vigorously. “I’m about to cum! Cum together with me!”

You grab her hands and intertwine them with your own. Nayeon is the first to cum as a giant wave sprays over your cock and thigh. Her hand’s grip gets harder, and your own orgasm is reaching its peak. “Fuck, Nayeon, I’m about to cum.” 

”Cum inside me, oppa! I want you to fill me again.” She lifts her body once more and slams herself back, causing you to explode. You could see her cunt milking your cock as you filled her womb. Even though she’s only had sex for less than a day, she’s already addicted to your seed like the rest of the members. 

“Okay, here, take all my cum!” You fill her with your seed, and Nayeon’s walls tighten even more like someone who just got their dose of drugs. “You’re womb is milking my cock Nayeon!” 

She does hear what you say as she passes out from exhaustion. Nayeon slides off your cock and lands on the bed beside you. You can’t help but find her cute, asleep after a good morning session. “My little bunny, you’re so cute. I know you want to match with me, but take it at your own pace,” as you caress her hair. You kiss her on the forehead and hold her in your arms until she wakes up.

———-

Nayeon wakes up thirty minutes later, and both of you are now in the shower. “It feels so good taking a shower after a sweaty night.”

Nayeon glares at you and says, “For you, you’re not the one with a bunch of cum inside of them,” as she spreads her legs. You watch a large amount of cum oozing out, dripping into the shower floor. You laugh, “Haha, you said you wanted all of me, that includes the mess. Maybe I should wear a condom if you don’t like getting messy.” 

Nayeon looks at you in a panic, “No, no. I was just kidding. I don’t mind the mess, it just seems like a hassle to clean, but I’ll manage. Please, no condom,” rubbing her two hands together.

“Haha, already addicted to my seed, huh” giving her a small wink. “Shut up” and gives you a slight push that makes you about to slip. “Oh fuck! Nayeon, you almost killed me.” 

“Haha, you can’t die on us yet, not until you give me some bunnies on my own,” she laughs. “Hmm, seems like you are having funny with my account. Let’s switch things up and focus on you instead,” as she insert two fingers inside her cunt. 

“Hmph! Oppa, what are you doing?

“We’re taking a shower, aren’t we? I need to make sure to wash every part of your body, that includes your insides.” Nayeon crosses her legs as you push your fingers deep and explore her insides. She can’t help but moan out your name in pleasure. 

After a few minutes, you feel her walls tighten around your two fingers. “Ahh! I’m about to cum!” You curl up your fingers, attending to her G spot as you pull them out and back in. She grabs your arm and tightens her grip, “Don’t stop, make me cum!; increase the pace until your fingers are pushed back by a large stream coming out of Nayeon, “Oh fuck, I’m coming!” 

Nayeon sprays out the remaining cum inside of her and drenches your hand in nectar. You watch as Nayeon struggles to stand, slowly losing her footing, and sits on the shower floor. “Are you okay?” 

“Ye…yes,” heavily breathing from her orgasm. You let her rest and catch her rest before actually washing her body. 

The both of you take turns washing each other, getting every spot before returning home. 

You and Nayeon tidy up the house before heading back home. The drive home is a simple one as you hold her hand on the way back. Nayeon looks out at the countryside with a new view of life. The world looks brighter, and every time she looks at you, she can’t help but smile. 

Days pass, and Nayeon can’t help but ask for sex randomly, even in the room that Nayeon and Jeongyeon share. Every time you fuck, you can’t help but remember being in this exact same situation with the other members, constantly craving sex. 

[cherryc1nnam0n]

Eat me | Billy Loomis x FEM!Reader

This is based on Eat Me by 6arelyhuman, so you can listen to it while reading if you want!

Summary: Your boyfriend has always had weird tastes, but then you discovered something you didn't know you liked

Cw: Blood kink, knife play, cuts on the skin enough to draw blood, oral (fem and masc receiving), spit, choking, eating blood (might get too nasty for some), P in V sex, unprotected sex (pls don't try at home), creampie, hard and rough sex

You had the slight suspicion about it for a while now, whenever you where on your period Billy would get extra touchy and would never leave your side which you appreciated but he didn't have the intention you thought, instead of caring for you, he would try and get in your pants any chance he got and it was annoying you

But this happened when you where not on your period, it happened when you were making yourself a sandwich, you were cutting some lettuce when the knife cut your finger, drawing the slightest bit of blood, but the sting that came with it made you hiss

"You okay hun?" He asked from the living room

"Yeah just, cut myself nothing too much"

When you turned around you bumped into his chest, you did not expect him there so fast, but he bolted when he heard the word "cut"

"Lemme see" he said lowly

You showed him your finger and he squeezed it drawing more blood out

"Ouch Billy what the-" you couldn't finish what you were saying because you were shocked by what he did

He popped your finger into his mouth, moaning at the taste of your blood, that's when it all clicked

"Oh..." Was all you could say...

Between a couple of agreements and promises of stopping when it got too much and creating a save word, you ended up tangled in the sheets with Billy, both butt naked grinding into each other, sloppily making out as each other's hands explored your bodies

"So that's why you always wanted to have sex during my period huh" you said between moans and gasps while Billy kissed your neck down to your chest

"I've always wanted to eat you alive baby" he said popping a boob into his mouth, sucking on it while he looked at you

"Then eat me"

He smiled as he grabbed the knife you had cut yourself with previously, passing the blade down to your belly from your chest, then up again, he spread your legs and spat on your pussy, you whined at him, looking so hot while he did so

"Billy" you whined his name

"I know baby" he grabbed your arm "You ready?" You nodded and he grabbed the knife placing it on your arm, cutting down on it enough to draw blood, then spilling it onto your pussy

"Fuck" you hissed

Billy licked his lips watching his next meal be ready, your pussy was throbbing and the red was painting it beautifully so he couldn't wait any longer, he laid down in front of you and attacked your pussy, sucking on your blood while his tongue lapped up your folds and his nose nudged your clit, making a mess of his face with your blood and his spit

"Fuck Billy!" You grabbed his hair and grinded into his face "Yes just like that"

His eyes rolled back as he tasted your blood, grinding onto the mattress to relieve himself

He licked up from your hole to your clit and then came up to kiss your ferally, you could taste your blood and your cum in his tongue, the metallic taste making you dizzy in pleasure, you never knew you had a blood kink too

"Please, please, lemme taste you" you said in between kisses

"Fuck yes baby come here"

You sat up and he grabbed the knife, cutting his arm the same way he did with your's and spilling his blood onto his own cock, which stood proudly above his belly button

"Get to sucking baby" he grabbed your head guiding you down onto his dick

You got quick to work on the blood falling down his dick, you sucked his balls and then up his tip, you sucked it into your mouth and looked at him while you did so, making him moan and roll his eyes back

"Fuck baby you're doing so good"

He started fucking your throat making you gag on him, coming up for air he dragged you up to kiss you again, putting his tongue into your mouth to taste himself

"Get on the bed baby"

You quickly did what he asked you for, grabbing your arm to squeeze your blood into your pussy again along with his own

He grabbed his cock to rub it all over your bloody pussy, making him hiss in pleasure "Fuck baby, gonna fuck you so hard" he thrusted into you, his head falling back

"Fuck!" You moaned when he started to fuck you so hard the bed was hitting against the wall, his hand left your hip to grab your neck and choke you while his other hand rubbed your clit

"Cum for me baby, come on" his hips snapped against you so hard you felt like he would break you in two "You like this don't you baby? So good inside you huh?"

You nodded, being unable to speak from pleasure and from him choking you

His hand released your neck but stayed there, now he placed both hands next to your head so he could hit even deeper inside you

His dick was hitting your g spot dead on with every thrust, making your orgasm come faster and faster until you finally came with a loud moan

"Good girl there we go baby, but we're not done here yet" he manhandled you onto your belly, now fucking you from behind while you whined from being overstimulated "Too much baby? Huh? Wanna stop?"

You shook your head in response, you just wanted him to keep fucking you now

"That's my girl" he said kissing your shoulder

With both hands grabbing your hips he kept fucking you brutally, eventually one hand grabbed the bed frame while the other held your hip, you thought he would break your bed or even the wall with how hard he was fucking you, might as well even break you

"Fuck, gonna cum baby, fuck"

"Me too, cum inside me please Billy please"

With a few more snaps of his hips he came inside you with a loud groan, making you have another orgasm, your legs almost giving out if it wasn't for Billy holding you

"Good girl baby, fuck"

[inquisitornocturn]

⊱─ 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕕𝕖 ─⊰

➺ 𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: Ascended Astarion x f!reader the vampire bride

➺ 𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕤: no y/n is used, rating - E, teasing, biting, choking, blood drinking, fingering, spanking, verbal degradation (mild), reverse voyeurism, PIV, praise kink, dirty talk, blowjob, begging, cum, facial, reader is quite cheeky in this one, plot what plot

➺ 𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: meetings, forever boring, never quick enough. you're irritated that no one seems to be able to stay on track and Astarion is not helping at all, he's enjoying the gossip. it's time you move things forward if you want to leave the Council Room before whole day passes without anything productive being done. but Astarion is not too happy that you take initiative without his permission. he'll punish you for this and you will make sure to enjoy it.

➺ 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 6,931

𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖: written for a friend. thank you so much for many many fun times <3

for @rhiaden

Slow. So slow. The sun coming in through the windows, the chatter of men and women, the sound of shuffling papers. It’s like time itself has slowed down in this moment. Your eyes sweep around the room and you see all the familiar faces that you have seen many times before, even in this very same room. Some laughter. You frown. This again. Why nobody just gets on with the meeting, you don’t want to spend the rest of your morning here. 

The tapping of fingers to your side begs for your attention and you glance over almost absentmindedly.

“Darling, you’re scowling again, you know that scares them.” Astarion mutters so that only you can hear and you resist the desire to roll your eyes. Of course they are scared, that’s deeply ingrained in their nature after all, to be scared of those who don’t bend or bow no matter the circumstances.

“I’m just waiting until they pick up the topic again.” You give Astarion’s tapping fingers a short glare and he stops immediately then looks around. He’s not fond of these meetings either even when they are, in their own way, mandatory.

“It might take a while unless someone makes them focus on the task at hand. You know how they get - most of them gather here to gossip and share secrets that belong to someone else.” he responds with a small grin and looks back at you, his gaze meeting your eyes.

“You are here for the same reason.” you lift your eyebrows at him and Astarion chuckles lightly.

“Perhaps. But that’s what’s fun, love. Gossip, not this…” he waves his hand trying to emphasize a thought that you know very well. 

He never has been a details person and he didn’t suddenly become one after he took his place as a Lord. He’s learning though, you can see that much. From others and from you, and it makes pride swell in your chest. Lord or not - he’s still the one you love and want to see succeeding. 

“Listen, I’m not going to sit here all day looking pretty just because they can’t keep themselves on track.” you tell him and Astarion pats your hand that’s resting on the table. He looks like he wants to say something but then you both hear his name being called out. For a second you notice a shade of annoyance pass over his face before your lover composes himself and plasters on a perfectly pleasant smile.

He stands and pulls at his doublet, straightening it out, then gestures over the room.

“My dear patriars, why don’t we get back to our topic?” Astarion asks loudly, making the room fall silent and all eyes turn to him. He pauses for a moment until every last person present stops shuffling around or moving and starts paying him full attention. “Let’s not forget why we’re here, shall we?” his charming smile is as beautiful as ever even though you can see how fake it is. He hates these meetings, after all. 

“But what can we even do, Lord Astarion?” one of the nobles asks and you don’t need to look who it is to recognize the voice with ease - he’s one annoying man you wouldn’t mind getting rid of yourself. “The assassination attempt just tells us that we have to be careful about who we cross!” what a coward, you almost scoff.

“Yes, we should be vigilant but now there’s a spot open in the council. Why don’t we try to find a suitable candidate for it?” Astarion keeps his little smile and you have to keep yours down. The assassination, after all, was your doing. Astarion even has a new candidate picked out, he only needs to make others see why they should vote for this newcomer.

“So who do you propose?” another voice and this time you look at the speaker. Lady Lyssa is probably the oldest member of the council but so far she has not been trying to interrupt Astarion’s schemes. Good for her. 

At the question Astarion glances at you, wanting to receive your confirmation before he announces his chosen but you just want to get on with it. Instead of nodding to him or giving any other sign of approval, you stand up, very much to his surprise, and decide to take over the proceedings that usually take painfully long. 

“We believe that Lord Folwin is perfect for this position, he has proven himself loyal and trustworthy to the Gate.” you begin and notice Astarion giving you a pointed look, but with a grin he sits down in his chair crossing his legs and leaning back, letting you take over. 

A murmur washes over everyone gathered and you continue, making sure your voice is loud and clear for everyone to hear exactly what you are telling them. Wrapped up in this whole discussion you don’t really notice the intense look Astarion is giving you, neither do you notice an edge to his smile that you would recognize easily - while he’s impressed that you are quickly moving the meeting and are persuading others to agree with his selection, he’s still not entirely thrilled at the idea of you possibly thinking that you can easily upstage him whenever you wish. 

By the time most of the arguments are resolved about this new candidate you start noticing something - a foot tapping rather impatiently and when you glance back at your lover his eyes immediately meet yours, burning into you with intensity of hell’s fire. You raise an eyebrow at that but turn away when your attention gets called, deciding that you can deal with whatever bothers Astarion afterwards.

And yet the tapping doesn’t stop, beginning to irritate you as you speak to the nobles, now feeling hyper-aware of it. Fortunately, the meeting doesn’t last much longer and you feel free to dismiss the patriars who start leaving the room by one or in pairs, discussing things that matter only to them. 

Tapping of Astarion’s foot only stops when you at last turn to him and cross arms on your chest.

“What was that?” you ask immediately, even before the last noble leaves and Astarion raises his eyebrows at you, feigning innocence.

“What was what, my treasure?” he smiles and finally you see that edge in his features. Ah, he’s unhappy about something although you are not really sure what exactly.

“The noise.” you respond sharply and Astarion’s smile fades as if it was never there.

“I was just waiting for you to finish your little performance.” he says sounding almost casual but both of you are irritated now and it’s obvious. 

“My performance?” you snap at him, raising your voice just enough to show him that you don’t want to take his attitude and Astarion frowns, standing up now.

“Darling, did you think I won’t notice?” he reaches out to you, trailing his fingertips along your jawline and you almost move away but his touch is warm and comforting, making it hard for you to remain serious.

“Notice what exactly?” you break into a grin and Astarion gives you a curious look then allows himself a small smirk.

“That you’re trying to be leader of our little meetings. Not the first time you speak up without permission.” his thumb finds your bottom lip and rubs it slowly, his eyes focused on what he’s doing and you press your palms against his chest softly.

“Permission? Since when I need a permission from you to speak?” you dip your head slightly forward and catch his thumb with your teeth, making him inhale sharply. You’re getting to him and you know it. So much for his bravado.

“When we’re in meetings discussing things of importance I need you to be compliant and agreeable, my dear.” Astarion grins wider and his fingers grip your chin tighter as he pushes his thumb into your mouth before you can bite down harder and stop him. “You see, when patriars of this wonderful city are watching, well… I can’t allow them to think that you’re the one speaking for us, love.” your lover’s eyes finally rise to yours and you see his thoughts clearly written in his expression, it’s almost as if you can read his mind just without the tadpole anymore. 

He wants to remind you that he’s in charge because it did annoy him that you took initiative without consulting him first. Appearances matter, that’s something he always repeats to you. And his appearance matters most of all. 

You watch his expression change immediately when you lick at his finger provocatively and bite down just a little bit stronger onto his thumb.

“Ah! Release it, darling. I need you to answer me.” Astarion scolds you softly and you are almost tempted not to follow his instruction but relent and release the digit from your teeth. 

He pulls it away and steps closer now, making sure that your eyes never leave his, making you drown in the scarlet of them. 

“You have to promise me, love.” he pauses while his hands find your waist and pull you closer. “Promise me that you will behave next time.” Astarion’s tone of voice is serious and you can’t help but melt at his touch, this closeness, however it’s just too much fun to tease him.

“And if I don’t?” you ask, grasping onto his doublet with your fingers and giving it a gentle tug. “You will punish me? Teach me my lesson? Oh no, how I will survive the wrath of one Lord Ancunin.” you tease and notice his jaw clench even though his smile remains.

“I always knew you liked to play with fire, but this is not something I’m willing to discuss. Either you agree to do as you are asked or I will have to remind you of your position.” he leans in and you expect a kiss but instead he whispers into your pointy ear. “And your position is on your knees in front of me, darling.” 

You pause, for a moment smelling his perfume and enjoying his body pressed against yours, but you don’t want to just agree with him. If he wants you to agree and comply, well, he’ll have to show you that he’s worth complying for.

You lift your face, getting closer to his ear and smile widely.

“Is that so? If I recall correctly it was you who kneeled in front of me last time.” you whisper, feeling almost giddy because it’s true. Indeed last time he was kneeling with his mouth pressed firmly between your legs while you grasped the curtains where he cornered you. The memory sends a tingle down your spine. 

Astarion pauses at your words and you gasp loudly when he suddenly bites your ear just enough to send a shockwave of pleasure down your body. Damn elven ears. You try to move your head away and he lets you as he leans back to look at your face. The grin you see on his face spells danger. But the kind of danger you like. 

“Insolent little pup, seems a lesson is in order after all.” Astarion’s voice carries a promise that you won’t leave this room without being reminded that you’re his, for eternity. 

“Go ahead then, teach me that lesson.” you smile to him and he frowns just a little bit, then returns your smile with a smug one of his own.

Without another word he turns slightly to the side and pushes you backwards until you’re against the table. You make a point to check if the door is closed, but finding it ajar you decide not to mention it. With growing anticipation to crown this boring meeting with something much more pleasant, the thrill of being seen by some spoiled noble only adds to your excitement. 

“You’re not escaping.” Astarion misinterprets you looking away from him and you return your attention to him with a chuckle.

“Would you let me if I tried?” you tease and he grins, the type of grin that shows his fangs like a promise of danger. 

“Want to try?” he asks but you’re not given the chance to answer because suddenly you feel his fingers grip at the seams of your pants then pulling at them, forcing you up the table and sitting you on the edge of it. Another moment and he easily pushes your legs apart, taking his rightful place between them. “But if you do try….” Astarion continues speaking while his fingers release the fabric of your pants and grip your hips possessively. “…I don’t promise to play nice.” with a whisper he briefly brushes his lips against yours and then his head dips down, to your neck.

You lean your head back and gasp when you feel his lips press wetly to your skin. Your hands move to embrace him, one arm around his waist and another around his neck, you tangle your fingers into his silver locks.

“Maybe sometimes I don’t want you to play nice.” you whisper, letting your eyes close as you relax into sensation of his tongue sliding across the bite marks he left you with on the night he made you his forevermore. Yet your words give him a pause and he chuckles.

“Is that so, my dearest pet?” he asks cheekily, making you smile, and you pause before replying because you begin to feel his fangs against the skin of your neck, grazing lazily, poising to bite. 

You gasp when his teeth sink into your skin and you pull his body closer to yours in an attempt to signal your growing need. After a moment or two of taking a few swallows of your blood Astarion lifts his head and looks at you, amused.

“So eager already?” he taunts and you give him a look from under your eyebrows, tugging at his hair lightly.

“You are the one eager here, I just…” you pause, then smile. “Follow your lead, as you wished.” 

“Funny.” Astarion licks his lips clean from last traces of your blood, then glances at the door himself, seeing at last that is still ajar. “You saw this and said nothing.” it’s not a question but a statement and you blush ever so slightly because you got caught.

“Don’t tell me you’re scared to be seen.”

“Oh, darling. Of course I’m not. If I so desire I will fuck you in the middle of Baldur’s Gate while the crowd cheers with my every claim to your body.” Astarion smiles and something in his tone tells you that he’s not just teasing, he truly believes he can do as he pleases within the city. It makes you squirm slightly because his confidence is something that always makes you want more of him, more of his touch.

“Then what are you waiting for? Didn’t you want to teach me a lesson?” you tug at his hair again, this time stronger, making Astarion inhale sharply and give you a dangerous smile.

“I’m not sure if you’re going to learn that lesson unless I get strict with you, my love.” he pauses, thinking for a moment, his eyes flick to the door and back to your face. You know it betrays your desire underneath the cheekiness that you’re displaying right now. He knows you maybe even better than you know yourself. “But fine. I’ll indulge you. If my consort wishes so.”

Astarion offers you a smile that you can’t quite read before he grabs your throat and squeezes, not letting you inhale. His expression turns to almost vicious satisfaction at your reaction. 

“Good. I like that expression on my bratty little love. It fits you.” he says and steps away from you while still holding your throat, making you release your grasp on him. Without another word he pulls you off the table, making you stand on your feet and walks you alongside the table until he finally seems to have chosen a spot. “Perfect.” Astarion sounds almost gleeful now but in a way that doesn’t sound unpleasant. Whatever he has in mind - you want to experience it. 

You are not given the time to read his expression and possibly understand his intentions because your lover turns you so that you bump into the table again and he leans to your face, releasing his punishing grip on your neck at last.

“Try to be quiet, little love.” there’s real threat unveiled in his words, a promise of punishment if you fail, and you know that this time he means it. 

Indulging you or not, his reputation still hangs in the balance if he’s caught fucking in the Council room. You swallow dryly and nod, not even arguing anymore. How he handled you just now was enough to make your craving for him bigger than your need to be bratty with him. 

“Let’s see if you can be a good girl for me or if I’ll have to fuck you like a back-alley slut to make sure you listen to me.” Astarion grabs your hips and turns you around, then his hand shoots up and grabs the back of your head, forcing you over the table and you finally realize why he pulled you here - from your position you can clearly see the open door. 

That bastard.

You grin to yourself but then pause as your eyes widen in short surprise because you feel Astarion’s hand slide underneath you, finding the buttons of your pants. He really does intend to fuck you here and your head swims with the promise of pleasure.

“You’re so naughty, you know that, right?” Astarion murmurs as he works your pants and you smile, almost shivering from anticipation, not resisting, letting him do what he wants. “You always try to provoke me and you always succeed.” a squeeze on your neck tells you that he is in fact irritated at your earlier behavior and you have to fight yourself lest you chuckle audibly.

“I was just doing what I thought was right. The meeting was going nowhere with the pace it was crawling at.” you respond and glance at the door, for now relieved that you don’t hear anybody approaching. You don’t want to be interrupted before he fills you in that deliciously familiar way you can’t get enough of. 

“You always say that.” Astarion replies and his hand slips from under you, then his fingers curl around the waistline of your pants and yank it down your hips, exposing your rear. Another yank on your pants and they end up somewhere near your knees. You bite your lower lip because you don’t want to respond, you don’t want to risk stopping him.

Astarion easily elicits a gasp out of you when his fingers press between your legs, right against your clit and rubs it slowly, teasingly even.

“Quiet now.” he reminds you and you just hum in agreement, moving your hand closer to your mouth just in case you need to silence yourself. Your eyes do not leave the maw of the open door but your focus is entirely on what you feel - his fingers and the arousal that quickly makes you feel as if your body is on fire. He knows what he’s doing and he’s good at it. 

Your lover continues for a while, making your body shiver and your legs tremble until you give in and allow the table to support your weight entirely. You remain quiet the entire time, just breathing heavier when a familiar pleasure begins to build. You say nothing, enjoying yourself but then gasp in protest when his fingers retreat. You want to move your head, to look at him with a question of why, but the grip on the back of your neck is not relenting so you remain as you are, with your cheek pressed against the wooden tabletop. 

“Not so eager, darling.” Astarion says with a smug chuckle and if you weren’t so much in need to have him fuck you, you’d reply. However, your own desire right now overrides your wish to tease him further. 

But you fail to obey him. Just a moment after he says those words to you, you feel his two slender fingers slide right into your cunt and you moan, forgetting your promise not to. Astarion’s hand immediately leaves your neck and he smacks your rear, leaving a sharp sting in its wake. 

“I told you to be quiet.” he hisses and you let out a quieter moan but then a louder one when he slaps your rear again. “What did I say, hm?” his tone is harsh but laced with his own evident desire. You know he’s hard if not leaking for you already. “If you’re going to moan like a cheap whore, then I’ll have to fuck you like one.” 

You swallow heavily, your need almost choking you now and you move your head when you hear his movement, but don’t get to look at Astarion standing behind you. You just feel him push his fingers deeper into your sopping core and his other hand comes into your view. 

“What are you doing?” you ask, unsure but you hear only a low chuckle before his fingers seek out your lips.

“Open, my precious spawn.” he commands and you nearly moan again but part your lips for him, letting his fingers into your mouth. Two of them anchor on your lower teeth and tug at your jaw. “Keep it open for me like that, darling.” Astarion croons and you blush heavier now. He’s not making it easy for you to follow his instructions about being silent as if he wants you to fail. 

With his fingers in place, Astarion begins to move his digits inside of your pussy slowly, teasingly so, knowing very well that you want it harder and faster yet not giving it to you.

“The lesson here is-” Astarion begins speaking, his tone sounding like he’s giving a lecture to bored patriars instead of having his fingers buried inside you to the knuckles. “-that you don’t like to listen, do you?” a pause while his fingers keep working, not increasing the pace just yet, and you move your hips, trying to buck them against him but he only laughs at your effort. “Nod instead of acting like a slut worth 5 gold coins.” 

Slowly you nod and can’t help letting out a small moan. You want him to know how badly you need him to do just about anything else instead of only teasing you because if someone came over to the Council room and interrupted you, you’d probably kill them on spot and that would not be a good thing for either of you.

“Oh you’re always so impatient.” Astarion chuckles again and at last, gloriously, his fingers pick up the pace. But he’s not done teasing you. “You act like a little spoiled brat, my beloved consort, acting with no grace or decorum befitting your status. Do you do this on purpose? You like to be punished, don’t you?” he coos again so sweetly that you almost believe he’s going to stop any moment and tell you to pull up your pants. But you know better. You know him better.

To his words you simply nod while at the same time swallowing the saliva beginning to pool in your mouth. Your eyes are still on the door but you don’t see it anymore because all you can see is Astarion’s face and his intense, loving gaze so clear in your mind’s eye even if you don’t see him in front of you right now. You remember it so clearly because you have witnessed that face portray pleasure thousands of times already, every single time you share the joys of intimacy, whether it’s him fucking you senseless or you just pleasuring each other, trying to discover new and unique ways to make one another tremble.

“Good, you’re starting to listen.” Astarion comments and with a disappointed whine you express your disapproval when his fingers leave your core. “Now now, best is yet to come.” he chuckles and you close your eyes, moving your legs and your hips, trying to find better footing in preparation of him claiming you which he does with almost religious fervor every single time. 

Another unexpected slap on your ass makes you flinch and you hum a question.

“I’ll fuck you when I’m ready, I thought I made that clear.” Astarion hisses at you again, then falls silent because you both hear the same thing - footsteps. 

Dread fills you and not because you are afraid to be caught, not at all, you just don’t want this to stop here. You’re so close to getting what you desperately need right now and you do your best to keep quiet instead of expressing your frustration. His fingers on your teeth twitch ever so slightly when the footsteps get closer then stop and you both hear a male voice humming a tune making seconds stretch to eternity making you so sure this is it. But no, seems fortune favors you after all because you hear the footsteps resume, except now they echo away from the Council room.

You exhale with relief and hear Astarion do the same, then he laughs quietly.

“That was close. I hope it’s going to be worth it if we get caught.” 

Your body relaxes on top of the table because you didn’t even realize how tense you became but you sigh again, letting yourself enjoy the thrill of nearly getting caught like this, it almost makes you giddy. And just to remind Astarion where you both stopped, you swing your hips again, only to receive another sharp slap.

“I swear to gods, you’re not leaving this room on your own two legs, darling.” Astarion snaps at you and you chuckle lightly but remain still.

Instead of responding to your chuckle with yet another smack on your already sore skin, he caresses the spot instead, his palm is warm and soft against the burning patch and your eyelids droop. You know he likes to play games but this is starting to become unbearable. Especially with the risk of being walked in on he’s definitely taking his sweet time to toy with you. 

“I think you’re forgetting what this is all about.” your lover begins as if he just read your thoughts. “This is about reminding you who you belong to.” Astarion’s palm keeps caressing but then it leaves your skin entirely, leaving you aching for more of his touch. “And I fully intend to remind you of that.” 

Vampire’s fingers seem to find a better grip on your lower teeth and you feel puzzled for a moment, but then you cry out because he drives his full length straight into you without a warning. 

“How is it that you never listen?” Astarion scolds you but you hear smugness in his tone, he knows exactly what he’s doing to you and the fact that he doesn’t proceed to move is telling enough - it is a punishment, and you’re not enjoying this as much as you thought you would.

You try to buck your hips against him again in a futile attempt to get him thrusting but he just tugs at your teeth and grips your hip with his other hand.

“I’d want to hear you beg but I like when your mouth is busy doing other things.” he says in a tone of voice that tells you he’s enjoying this very much. You mewl slightly in response, trying not to be too loud now just in case he decides to prolong your torture any further but it seems that this time he is satisfied with your response. “That’s much better.” he gives your hip a squeeze and finally begins moving.

You can feel your eyes nearly rolling to the back of your head from relief that you feel right now and the pleasure that envelops your body. Finally. Finally he’s giving you what you want most - himself. And sensation of him filling you at last is divine. It’s everything. It’s familiar, it’s desperately needed and it gives you a sense of being one with him. A feeling no other indulgence in this world can even come close in comparison. 

Astarion’s thrusts begin slow, lazy even, in reminiscence of his teasing earlier and you moan again, wanting him to hurry up, to give it hard and fast - he made his point after all.

“Tell me you will listen to me from this point on.” Astarion’s voice reaches your ears and you nod slightly. “Do you promise to behave?” you nod again but smile too, you know your promises are empty and so does he. It’s not the first time you two perform this dance and it always ends the same. The most delicious cycle you will never tire of repeating. “I could almost believe you.” he laughs but then you feel him lowering himself over you. “Still, pet, if I hear a sound out of you - I won’t hesitate.” the warning is clear even if you don’t know what that entails. You nod once more and have to choke back a moan when he nips at your ear again, his teeth sending another shiver down your body. 

Astarion’s fingers leave your hip and his palm finds its place next to your shoulder, then, after a briefest pause, he picks up the pace. Faster and harder. What started as almost gentle love-making is becoming just fucking and it’s exactly what you wanted. His hips snap against your ass, the room fills with sounds of his skin against yours and you keep your eyes open, once more watching the ajar door as if it’s a threat to ruin your fun. You try to keep silent, you really do, but more and more moans begin escaping your throat with Astarion’s increasing pace until he’s nearly punishing your body with how hardly he slams into you with each thrust. Saliva pools at the base of your teeth and begins dripping down his fingers that are still clinging to your bottom teeth while your fingers try to find a grip on the smooth tabletop.

“Shut up!” Astarion growls right above you and you try to move your head to look at him, but he does not let you because his fingers keep your face pinned to the table. “You want to act like a spoiled little brat, I’ll show you that you can take it only this far.” his tone is not seductive anymore, it’s carnal and deep and you recognize it well - he always loses himself when he’s with you, this time is no different than countless others. It almost makes you grin with satisfaction that you can get this deep under his skin with just a little bit of teasing. 

His trusts assume a punishing pace, one that will leave you sore afterwards and you know it. In fact, you welcome it and try to keep your voice down but fail miserably. You don’t care if anyone comes around anymore, because when Astarion gets like this - you know there’s no stopping him. As you begin to sink into the feeling of pleasure, letting it spread through your body, you suddenly feel your lover’s fingers leave your mouth and wrap around your throat. You only manage to lick your lips before you feel yourself being pulled up, his thrusts not stopping and keeping their pace, but Astarion makes sure that your back is now pressed against his chest. His other hand moves to your folds, sensing with his fingers how he’s moving within you and you feel his grin against your cheek.

“So obedient when filled with my cock.” he says right against your ear and it makes you moan. Your fingers grasp for purchase against the table while Astarion leans his head lower and you feel his fangs in your neck again.

You whine slightly as your head swims from pleasure and you grasp onto his hand that’s still gripping your neck, yet when you do that he releases your throat and moves that same hand to your face, his wrist all bare for you. When he presses it against your lips you pierce Astarion’s skin with your fangs, drinking his blood that tastes sweeter than nectar. Vampire’s fingers still are feeling how his cock is thrusting into your cunt but in a moment or two he moves those digits to your clit and begins rubbing. It’s practiced and you shiver while he pumps himself into you, making sure that you’re fitted on his dick neatly, just like he prefers it. 

And the you hear a whisper again, you didn’t even feel when he pulled back from your neck.

“You’re most beautiful when you’re unraveling on my cock.” he whispers and chuckles. “You’re such a hungry whore when it comes to me, aren’t you?” you nod, you don’t want him to stop but he pulls his wrist away from your yearning mouth and you open your eyes, trying to look at him but not being able to. “Moan for me like the slut you are.” 

And you do. You let your voice fill the room, completely lost in your body being taken by your lover. Lost in the feeling of him claiming you as his and his fingers working you to your bliss. You still grasp onto his arm when he returns his grip to your throat and you let your eyes close once more, smiling when you hear his strained grunts right against your ear. 

“Cum for me.” he orders and you gasp for air because he knows you’re close. 

You hold his arm firmer and lean your head back onto his shoulder, giving into the sensation of your orgasm as it washes over you, letting it overwhelm your mind. You tremble and shudder, not able to focus even though you feel Astarion suddenly stopping his thrusts and just working your clit to let you ride out your bliss. 

“Good girl.” Astarion whispers while you’re still at the height of your ecstasy and you feel him kiss your cheek. “My perfect consort, so easy to please.” he taunts with a grin and you mewl as you begin to come down from your pleasure.

You’re out of breath and you can barely stand straight. You probably would collapse if Astarion wasn’t pressing you against the table. With your body satisfied you are ready to take a moment to recover, forgetting that Astarion still has his lesson on his mind.

“You did well, my treasure.” he coos and you hear that he’s panting too but then he pulls back from you, his hands leave your body and you hurry to support yourself against the table before your legs betray you.

Confused and still dazed you glance at him over your shoulder, finally seeing his face that is sweaty and flushed from all the exertion but his smile is as smug as ever. He raises his hand and with one finger points to the floor.

“On your knees, darling.” he commands and it takes your blurred mind a moment to process the task at hand, but when it does you turn and drop heavily to your knees, looking up at him and trying to understand what is it that he wants you to do.

Astarion smirks and caresses your jaw, his hard cock coming into your view and even without a command you open your mouth for him. Pleased with your willing obedience he grips the base of his length with his free hand while propping your head higher and he traces the tip of his velvety soft tip against your lips, leaving trail of your own arousal in its wake. You lean in trying to capture it with your mouth but Astarion chuckles.

“Tisk tisk, darling. Beg for it.” he taps your lips with his cock and your eyes meet his before you swallow dryly, wanting nothing more than to taste him right now.

“Please, Astarion.” you begin, you were never good at this, but he always tells you what to say.

“Please, my love, let me taste you.” he instructs and you lick your lips, tasting yourself.

“Please, my love, let me taste you.” you repeat carefully but eagerly and Astarion grins wider, satisfied.

“You always obey.” he says smugly as he positions his dick at your lips. The moment you part them for him, he thrusts himself into your wet awaiting mouth, letting your lips clamp around his hard shaft. “That’s much better.” Astarion exhales with satisfaction and you can see it clearly in his face with his eyes clouded from pleasure. “I do like when you talk, but I can’t resist silencing you.” 

His hand tangles in your hair while he’s pushing himself deeper into your throat but he’s careful not to push too deep, almost gentle now, letting you begin to bob your head instead of thrusting his hips against your face. You watch his expression, so beautiful when painted in colors of lust, and it makes you eager to please him. His satisfied smirk remains on his lips and stays there while you keep swirling your tongue against his shaft, feeling the bulging vein with the tip of your tongue, caressing the tip of his cock gently, all while you suck on him with dedication only an eternal lover can show.

“Mind the fangs, darling.” Astarion comments and you have to tame your smile to keep focusing on pleasuring him, but suddenly his grip on your jaw tightens, preventing you from moving your head and he pulls his dick out of your mouth with a wet pop. It looks beautiful in the sunlight cascading from the windows, still glistening from your eager ministrations. “Finish what you started.” he orders and your eyes search his for answers but then you understand what he wants.

This is your lesson. Utter submission. 

And submit you will.

Your hand replaces Astarion’s, gripping his shaft and you begin pumping his cock with your fingers clenched firmly around it while his hand still grips your hair tight enough to keep your head in place as if you would even dream of moving away. No, you want this just as much as he does.

With your eyes locked on him you keep moving your hand, parting your lips wider, watching every micro expression on his perfect features because you know that each and every one of them is meant for you and you alone. 

“Wider.” Astarion gasps, you see his shoulders tensing and you recognize the look in his eyes - he’s so close, he only needs to let go. 

You open your mouth wider, eager and more than willing to make him happy right now, completely forgetting where you are and what you are doing, because nothing else matters besides making sure that he knows that you want this, want him. 

“Fuck, you’re too good.” Astarion gasps and his eyes close the moment his orgasm hits.

His fingers clench almost painfully in your hair and you keep stroking his dick, trying to aim it but his seed ends on your face rather than your mouth, lacing hot webs across your nose and your cheek until you manage to aim it at your mouth and take what’s left. Astarion moans loudly and shamelessly as he empties himself with your help, your hand working to draw every last drop out of him but when he finally looks at you his eyes slightly widen at the sight of mess.

“Darling…” is all he can say for a moment while he’s out of breath, then he moves your hand away from his softening length and leans down, lifting your face ever higher by your jaw he kept holding onto through his ecstasy, then he presses his lips against yours. You only have a moment to gulp down what little of his cum ended up in your mouth and you answer his kiss before he pulls back. He chuckles and wipes his seed from the tip of your nose with his thumb. “I should clean you up before we leave but I can’t help admitting that this is a very lovely sight.”

You smile proudly and grasp at his hand, bringing it closer and giving it a kiss before Astarion helps you to your feet. 

“Here.” he takes out a handkerchief, beginning to wipe your face with a smile on his lips. “I don’t think you learned your lesson.” 

“Maybe I’ll need another reminder later?” you ask with a grin and Astarion raises an eyebrow.

“It’s dangerous to let you out of the palace.” he laughs and you smile even wider now, feeling mischievous again while you let him get your face clean.

“You love it.” you say and tuck him back into his pants while Astarion rolls his eyes at you.

“You say like you don’t.” he comments making you laugh, then you receive a kiss on your cheek. “You did well.” he whispers to you and you smile.

“Oh I know.” you respond smugly and Astarion pauses then sighs as if he’s fed up but you see playful embers in his eyes.

“You’re going to be so much trouble, aren’t you.” he leans down and helps you pull up your pants. You button them up quickly and then grasp at his doublet with a fist, bringing his face close to yours.

“You wouldn’t dare to stop me.” you smile and he grins right back at you.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

[paralyze-fic]

Paralyze.

Side Story; Hit By Lust [Special Chapter]

|Hit By Lust|

!Could be read as third years!

Hopefully this is good unlike five years ago

The very moment Katsuki walked in through the dorms' door, everybody gasped at his appearance and I...

Well, I choked with my own spit.

He looked so... not like Bakugou, if you know what I mean. The look in his eyes was soft and his cheeks and ears had a dark red blush on them, he was panting and drooling, his skin glistening with sweat, and the sweet scent of nitroglycerin filled the air.

"(M/n), (M/n), (M/n)." He was mumbling my name over and over as he looked around the room, and soon we locked eyes. At that exact moment, his pupils turned into hearts and his blush and drool intensified.

Katsuki ran and jumped at me. His arms were around my neck and his legs wrapped around my waist. "Katsuki...?" He gasped as I said his name, "What?!" I exclaimed when I felt him grinding his ass against my dick.

Aizawa's words rang inside my head.

'Bakugou had been hit by a Lust quirk during the weekend, the effects would last until he "does the do" with the person he likes or loves, so gotta be careful around him, the effects can wear off on their own, but it gets harder to control the longer it passes.'

"Ehh... guys, I'm g-gonna take Katsuki t-to his room, h-have a good night..." As I turned around, I could feel everybody staring at me. They knew that I knew that they knew what all of this meant.

Without dwelling on it too much, I entered the elevator and pressed the button to the fourth floor. My room was right next to Bakugou's, and I wasn't sure if that was something good or bad at this point.

//////

I tried to make him lay on his bed, but he wouldn't let go of me, only pulling me closer and closer.

I ended up with both of my arms on each side of his head and our hips pressed together, as I was in between his open legs, so you know what that meant. Katsuki squirmed under me, and his back arched suddenly.

"Please... I love you, (M/n). Make love to me... I need it now, aah~." He moaned in my ear and all my blood rushed down south.

"Katsuki, you're not yourself right-" he turned us around, and now, Katsuki was sitting on my my lower abdomen.

"I'm being myself, I just never showed you this side of me," he smirked, his hips moving slowly back and forth, making me bite my lip as he felt him grinding on my dick, "Gaah~ you're so b-big, I can... feel it, even if it's not completely hard. Ngh~" Katsuki got on his knees on the bed between my legs and hooked his fingers on the waistband of my sweatpants.

"Katsuki, wait-"

He didn't listen and pulled them down, completely taking them off my body. I kept my eyes locked on his. The hearts glowed when he saw the little tent getting bigger by the second, hiding inside my underwear.

"I wonder if I can fit it all?" He whispered against it. His hot breath through the fabric made me shiver, "(M/n)... you want me to suck you? Or do you want to fuck me?" I felt Katsuki's tongue on my tip, giving it a small lick, and I almost couldn't hold back a moan.

"Whatever you want Katsuki..." he hummed and pulled down my underwear.

"I want both."

His plump lips wrapped themselves around the head of my dick, sucking on it softly. "Damn it..." I grabbed the sheets underneath me, trying to hold back the urge to fuck his mouth.

He moaned and the pleasurable vibration it sent to my dick made my back arch.

"Shit, Katsuki." His tongue swirled around the head, pressing on my slit, "That feels... good, ngh." I bit my lip as he took most of me. The tip was pushing against his throat, and when I looked at him, he had tears streaming down his face, and drool coming out of his mouth. He seemed to be enjoying this more than me.

His eyes were closed, bobbing his head up and down quickly. Just the sight made me cum in his mouth.

Katsuki made a surprised noise, "Sorry! I didn't want to-" he straightened himself, swallowed, licked his lips and opened his eyes.

The hearts had grown and the blush was the darkest red I've ever seen him blush. Trailing my eyes over his body, I noticed the dark stain on the front of his grey sweatpants.

"(M/n), I came only sucking your cock..." he crawled like a cat towards me, his breath hitting my face. "I wanna cum with you inside me~"

Our lips collided and I didn't mind the taste of my cum in his mouth, especially not when I felt his ass grinding on my hardening cock again.

"Fuck me, (M/n)... I want you." He almost purred in my ear, grabbing my hands to place them on his hips.

"Katsuki, I don't think-" he kissed me again, this time pushing his tongue inside my mouth. That surprised me, but I wasn't going to lose this fight either.

I held his waist tightly and turned us around again, he moaned as my dick pressed against his ass. Katsuki gripped my hips, his legs hooking with mine. The look on his face was so desperate.

"You want this, Katsuki? You're desperate for my cock?" He moaned louder than before, his head tilting back and his body squirming, grinding his hips on mine.

"Please, I want it... I want your cock buried deep inside of me, aah~" I lifted his t-shirt over his head, pulling it completely off his body. His nipples were erect, and the sight was too enticing.

I bent down to his chest, blowing air on his left nipple. He gripped my hair and pulled me closer, moaning. I stuck my tongue out, flicking it softly.

"Damn it, (M/n)... could you do something? I'm... I'm going to explode, mmhn~" I took his nipple with my lips, flicking my tongue and swirling around it, getting it harder and sensitive. "Aah. Yes, that fe-feels g-good."

While I played with his nipples, my hands lowered down to his pants, and I hooked my fingers on the waistband. Katsuki let me go, and I took it off, his underwear following it. I moved to his right nipple and played with it too.

Katsuki was moaning so much, even if I was just playing with his nipples. They might be a pretty sensitive spot on his body.

I'll remember it, for later.

My hands trailed upwards, from his feet to his thighs, caressing and gripping them gently, making him whine.

"Don't tease me, (M/n), please... I'm ready for you." I looked up, freeing his sensitive nipples, and I kissed him, slowly and sweetly, showing him how much I love him.

"Wait a bit more, Katsuki... I don't want to hurt you," I mumbled against his lips and he gasped, nodding.

I moved my hands, one of them going to his leaking member and the other to his puckered entrance. It was wet.

That confused me, so I leaned back slightly to look. A slick substance was dripping out of him, and a sweet scent was coming from it. It made me lick my lips and swallow hard.

I wanna taste it...

I held his legs up by his thighs, exposing him to me.

"Gah-! W-what are you d-doing, (M/n)?" When I looked up at him, I saw Katsuki covering the lower half of his face and his voice was filled with embarrassment. I smiled softly at him.

"I'm going to make you feel good, Katsuki. Isn't that what you wanted?" I hummed in a teasing tone and he shut his eyes, nodding sheepishly. "Then hold still, and be a good boy for me." He nodded again with a gasp and his body relaxed.

I got closer to his entrance and took a deep breath in... so sweet. I swallowed and licked my lips, I poked my tongue out and swirled it around his pink and twitching hole.

"Gaah!" His hands grabbed my hair, pulling me closer to him, and I hummed. "(M/n)... t-that's so g-good, k... keep going, p-please, aahg~."

Slowly, I pushed my tongue inside him, licking around his tight walls. slick coming out of him was sweet, but not overwhelming. It was addicting. It made me want more...

"Ggh! (M-m/n) w-wait... th-that's t-too m-much, I'm..." his body trembled as his hands tried to push me away from him, but I grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the bed, "Ah! Stop..."

I took my tongue out, swallowing his flavour, Katsuki's body relaxed, but tensed again I graced his hole with my finger. I swirled it around, coating it with Katsuki's slick and slowly pushed it inside.

His fist clenched the sheets, the large amount of swear on his palms creating tiny explosions. I held his wrist and turned his palm upwards.

"You'll burn the bed, love, that'll ruin the fun," I whispered to him, and he looked at me through his glossy sight. I pushed another finger in, and waited a bit before doing a scissor motion, opening him for me.

Now, where...

"Where is it? Maybe..." Katsuki had his eyes half opened, drool dripping down his chin, staring at me with those hearts in his eyes. "Over here?" I curled my fingers slightly.

"Kyaah!" His eyes opened wide and also did his mouth, his back arched as a big gush of semen shot through his slit, all of it landing on him.

"Oh, seems like I found it pretty easily, eh?" I lowered my body while I kept curling my fingers, stimulating his prostate. He squirmed and moaned out loud, wrapping his legs around me. Dragging my tongue up, I licked all the cum on his stomach, going up to his chest and neck, ending up on his jaw.

"(M/n)... I-I want y-you in-inside, ngh!" My body shivered at his words and I pulled my fingers out. He whined and wrapped his arms around me, the popping of his explosions was making their appearance again.

"Katsuki, can you control your quirk?" I asked him in a whisper and he shook his head with a whimper. "Grab my shirt then." He looked me in the eyes, tears were falling down his cheeks.

"I-I don't w-want t-to hurt y-you, (M/n)." He mumbled looking me in the eyes. I showed him a reassuring smile and left a tiny peck on his lips.

"You won't hurt me, Katsuki, I know. Do it, come on." Hesitantly, Katsuki held the back of my shirt in his fists, the popping gradually stopping, but I felt the heat as my shirt got burnt. It wasn't hurtful, it was actually kinda nice.

I stared at his face, one of my hands going up to cup his cheek, he leaned into it, nuzzling it cutely. That made me smile.

"I love you too, Katsuki." He stared at me with half-lidded eyes, I could see the effects of the quirk wearing out. The hearts were slowly disappearing, going back to their normal shape. "Are you ready?" He nodded and pushed me forward with his legs.

I held my dick with my hand, aligning with his entrance, I rubbed it slightly, getting some of his wetness on me before slowly pushing inside.

Katsuki's groan made me look up at him. His eyes were shut tight while tears fell down his red cheeks, with my hand still holding his face, I moved my thumb to get rid of the salty tears and down to free his bottom lip caught by his teeth.

"I'm sorry, Katsuki." I lowered my face so I was hiding on his neck, planting tiny and cute pecks on his soft skin. He gasped and pulled me closer with his legs, making me go all inside of him.

"It doesn't hurt..." I turned slightly so I could look at his face. His eyes were open and the hearts were gone, being replaced by the most beautiful look I've seen on his face yet. "I'm extremely happy... now that I'm able... to be one with y-you, (M/n)." He smiled at me and I couldn't resist my impulse to kiss him.

My smile was getting in the way of our kiss, but Katsuki didn't stop smiling, he actually giggled against my lips and moved his warm hands to hold my face.

"Katsuki..." I whispered as I stared into his eyes, and his lips parted.

"Make love to me... (M/n)." The heat on my cheeks was comforting and made me feel warm inside. My heart wouldn't stop racing, thumping aggressively against my chest.

"You don't have to tell me, Katsuki..." I moved my hands so I could hold his hips and slowly, I began thrusting inside of him.

Katsuki was gasping quietly and wrapped his arms around my waist, grabbing my shirt again, and pulling me closer to him.

Even if we were as close as we could, it wasn't enough.

I went down to Katsuki's chest, licking and sucking on his nipples, slowly moving my hips against his. I felt him tugging my shirt, the fabric ripping due to its burnt state.

I moved a bit faster and during one particular thrust, Katsuki's back arched and he whimpered softly.

"Go faster... gaah!" Katsuki held me tighter with his legs, making me push inside of him harshly, eliciting a low moan from his red lips.

My speed increased, and Katsuki's palms were heating up again, the popping of his explosions coming back and I felt my shirt tearing completely. Slightly, I pulled back, still thrusting into him and I tore the remaining of my shirt off.

Katsuki gasped and dug his nails into my thighs, arching his back and saying my name. He got tight around me, and I groaned, resting my weight on my forearms beside his head. I stared at him.

He had his mouth open, drool dripping out of the corners while letting out breathless moans, and his eyes were glossy with tears caused by pleasure.

"(M/n)~ I-I... I'm gonna cum... aah~" I rested my forehead on his, breathing heavily against his tempting lips.

"Me too... Fuck, you're so tight around me, love." We locked eyes, staring at each other.

Red eyes against (e/c) ones. I could see the desire in his eyes, and I knew my eyes were looking the same way.

We moaned, groaned and gasped, getting closer and closer to our orgasms. Katsuki wrapped his arms around my back, burning my skin with his left palm and bruising it open with his nails, dragging them down to my lower back.

"Fuck, (M/N)~! Ngh~" he whimpered holding me desperately.

"K-Katsuki, oh my... Fucking..." I moved one of my hands down to stroke his leaking member.

"I-I want to... cum to-together." His walls clenched tighter around me, and I felt my breath hitch.

On instinct my hips moved faster, letting go of Katsuki's cock to hug his waist. Moving closer to his face, I kissed him softly, Katsuki kissing back sloppily, I pulled back and down to the soft skin on his neck, sucking it, marking him as mine.

Katsuki squirmed and threw his head back, pressing his palm and digging his nails further into my back.

By now, my thrusts were getting a bit sloppy and uneven, and Katsuki clenching around me was making my orgasm approach faster than it should. I tried to hold it as much as I could, but Katsuki used his legs and arms to push me the deepest I've been inside of his warm entrance. He whimpered again, my name coming out of his mouth as a mantra right in my ear, and I felt the sticky substance of his cum reaching my abdomen.

His orgasm made him clench even more and I groaned at the tightness, "Katsuki, gaah-shit..." I bit on his shoulder, coming inside of him. The abundant load spilt slightly out of Katsuki, who only moaned softly at the feeling of my cum filling him.

After a few minutes, our breaths slowed down, and we made eye contact. His soft red eyes were bright and he had a cute smile on his face, making me pull him close and kiss him as lovingly as I could.

I leaned back, hiding on his neck and pulled out him, my cum slipping out of him and wetting the bed sheets.

Katsuki giggled.

My head raised and I stared into his red eyes. They were happy and full of love.

"Why are you so fucking cute, Suki?" I held his cheeks and pressed on them, making him have a funny expression with kissy lips.

I kissed those tempting lips once again, and I rolled us over, getting Katsuki on top of me.

My eyes trailed his face, noticing how the effects of the quirk had worn off.

He looked me in the eyes and sighed.

"I love you, (M/n)."

My mind went blank.

He told me that before, but... I thought...

'...with the person he likes or loves...'

I just smiled and hugged him, making him hide his face on my neck.

"I love you too, Katsuki." He chuckled and nuzzled against my skin.

I played with his hair for a while until he groaned and lifted his body with his arms, sitting on my thighs.

"What?" He frowned at me, and a blush stained his cheeks.

"Your cum is still inside of me, (M/n), I like it but I'm really sticky. I'm gonna take a shower." He was about to get up and walk to his bathroom, but I picked him by his thighs and walked us both instead.

"Imma help you then, baby." He blushed and rested his forehead on my shoulder.

"Just be gentle, or I'll kill you."

I chuckled and kissed his hair.