#plug the leak in your cup

[bi-writes]

mmmm ;) simon has got a special eye on single-mom!reader, doesn't he? (18+, lactation kink, daddy kink, breeding kink, dark content !!!!)

it's your first day back after maternity leave. you already look different, simon notices this immediately. the way you fill out your cargo pants--fuck, there's no way your arse has ever looked so fat. no way your thighs have ever been so plush--ngghhh...

fuck, you've never been prettier. motherhood suits you. your hair is longer. your eyes are a little brighter. and fuck, your tits look so heavy, can't keep his eyes off of them, can't fucking focus, fuck, fuck, fuck--

you look so cute patching him up. pouty bottom lip between your teeth as you string his lacerated skin back together with a practiced stitch, standing between his spread legs as he sits in a chair in your office. he nicked his shoulder real well in training today, and fuck, is he grateful for johnny's heavy hand because you're standing over him, and he has a front-row seat to the greatest view of his fucking life.

christ, they practically jiggle with every movement you make. you pop the cap off some disinfectant, and the little bounce of your chest makes him chub up immediately, and he doesn't trust the buckle of his belt anymore because you're so fucking hot. and god, it isn't fair, this isn't fair, you must be teasing him--because as he's staring shamelessly at your pretty, perky nipples, he notices the fabric of your shirt beginning to grow damp.

you notice his line of sight after you tie off his wound. you look down, gasping, your hands dropping your supplies to come up and cup your breasts and cover the wetness of your shirt.

"god--dammit," you breathe. you haven't gotten a chance to pump today, it's been so busy in the clinic, and god, they ache.

you're his sergeant. his pretty little soldier. he just wants to help you. he's just helping you, isn't he? that's what this is when he draws his big hands up, shifting your shirt until it nestles below your nursing bra. he's just helping you when he unlatches the strap with ease, drawing down the soft material and baring your tits for him, his eyes bulging when he sees how wet the skin is, how they glisten.

his mouth is so warm. it's the perfect relief after such a long day. his tongue is soft and careful, swirling in heated circles as he soothes the ache in the throbbing fat there. you're so wet--soaking your panties, you know you are, your hormones firing wildly as he pulls back, opening his mouth and catching just a dribble of the warm essence that leaks from one breast. finally, finally--fuck, he's so good at this, his mouth latching onto you again as he groans loudly. he's so sick, it's so fucking lewd, but god dammit, it's just what you need, you need this, you need this.

he likes you like this. he likes you fat around the hips and leaking from your tits and spilling sweetness into your panties. he needs to keep you this way. he needs to keep you pretty and aching and starving for the relief that he knows he can give you.

he doesn't care whose kid it is, he wants to keep you this way. he'd let johnny or gaz fuck you stupid after this if it meant plugging you up and making you full and beautiful and round again. he's never wanted kids anyway, he knows he probably shoots blanks, it's why you got pregnant so fast after he shut the door on your relationship and refused to open it again, isn't it?

nnghghhgh...

fuck, his pants are already shoved low, just enough that he can pull himself out. he's so heavy, balls so full and aching so badly, he's hardly slapping against his stomach. you slip your own trousers off, eager to get back into his lap, practiced pretty girl sinking down onto him and riding him for her life in the dark of her office.

he buries his face into your chest. they're bouncing every time you smack your hips back down against his, and he can't stop the noises he's making as he suckles your tits in his mouth and uses a firm grip on your ass to meet your thrusts with force. fuck, he'd forgotten what a nice cunt you had--he'd forgotten how nice and soft you are, how messy and wet you get, how whenever he fucks you, his entire pelvis is always soaked with the slick of you because you can never stop creaming on his cock.

"so big," you babble, just like you used to, and he grunts as he aims for that little spot inside of you that makes you cry. he wants to see those pretty tears falling down your face, but all it took this time was his tongue sucking on your achy nipples to make you pouty and sobbing.

fuck, you've always been good at taking him, you always were such a good girl, but now he's overwhelmed. your body is so different and yet the same, and he likes it so much more--fuck, there's so much to grab onto now, the smacking of your skin is loud, and you've always been such a wet girl, but now you're positively dripping. he grits his teeth as he looks down finally, watching the way you've wet his trousers, his boxers, your thighs, the goddamn chair. he can't wait to lay you down after this and put his head between your thighs, can't wait to get those tits back in his mouth and make you cry again and again and again and again--

yeah, yeah, yeah--fuck, fuck, fuck--

you collapse after he cums. whimpering, taking two of his fingers and fitting them into your mouth so you have something to suck on, something you always used to do for comfort. he hisses a little as he pulls out just a little, globs of cum dribbling onto the seat before he eases you back down again. you whine, clinging onto him, your eyes shutting as he shoves his cum practically into your stomach.

yeah, fuck--he's gonna make his little sergeants take you nice after this. he needs you to stay like this, needs to keep you fat and pretty and swollen. don't mind the chunky babies you'll have, he'll take care of you, sweetheart, he'll be the daddy that son of a bitch never gave you, yeah?

he grabs the phone nearest to him to check the time as you settle on wobbly legs into the seat next to him. it must be your phone, because there's a picture of a smiling baby as the background. his eyes flicker to yours, and when you catch his gaze, you swallow hard. there's a giant chubby baby you're holding in that picture.

with blond hair and dark eyes (;

[writers-potion]

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Few adjectives and adverbs.

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Use simple past tense

Avoid conjunctions and link words.

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Use medium/long sentences

the paragraphs are longer: three lines minimum

Include longer words with more syllables

Use adjectives and maybe a couple of adverbs.

Insert the thoughts of the PoV character.

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[rumplereids]

5:51 am. your memories of last night was hazy at best. you remember falling asleep, excited that spencer was on his way home from a case in atlanta. you remember the click of the bedroom door opening, and the sound of your sheets shuffling when spencer got into bed with you. and then, oh. callused fingers rubbing your clit, getting you wet despite your sleep addled brain. a moan, a whimpered "Fuck," and the feeling of being full. the hazy recollection of spencer's slow and hard thrusts. hands gripping your waist, his heaving chest pressed tightly against your back. the echoes of his pelvis thrusting against your ass. "I knew you'd let me use you," he whispered against the shell of your ear, before burying his face into your neck and quickening the pace of him stuffing you full with his cock. as you were waking with the rising run, you feel completely sated and overwhelmed. your skin sticks against spencer's. his arms wrapped around you, one hand lazily cupping your breast under your shirt, while another is lovingly pressed against your stomach. your legs twined under the sheets. you try to move, wake yourself up a bit more. but oh, you're completely full. his cock, half hard, is stuffed into your pussy, plugging up his cum so that none would leak out. you can't help but whimper, your own hand trailing down between your chest, tracing a circle on the back of spencer's hand still pressed against your stomach, and then down to rub your own clit. it feels so good to be stuffed by spencer's cock and cum. and despite having less than 3 hours of sleep, your little whines and the pathetic way you're trying to grind down on him quickly wakes spencer up. "Fuck, darling. That's right, touch yourself," his arms move to wrap around you tighter, hand squeezing your breast, fingers pinching your nipple. spencer's large hand finding a way to grip your hip, while the heel of his palm presses down on your womb. you feel completely surrounded by him. your orgasm comes slowly, hips involuntarily twitching as you grind against each other. each movement of his hips pushing his cum for hours earlier, deeper into your womb and pussy. "I love you," spencer says, as his hands move to soothe and ground you back to reality. his cock twitches at your fucked out, sensitive state. he rubs soothing circles around your belly button, his lips pressing soft kisses against your shoulder, neck, cheek, and chin. you smile up at him, seeing the way the morning sun brings out the color in his eyes, "Good morning, Spence. Welcome home."

[dark-moonlust]

The Werewolf, the Minotaur, and Their Mate

Pairing: werewolf x minotaur x f!human reader

Summary: You get caught between the heated desires of your werewolf and Minotaur boyfriend. They often get too possessive as if touching you is a competition. They eventually work together, pounding you good and deep so that you never forget how much they love you.

Warnings: minors don't interact, 18+!!!!, double penetratiοn, oral fem and male receiving, p in v sex, anal +plug, fingering, huge🍆, belly bulge, knot, lots of 💦. Don’t like, don’t read please.

This is the full one-shot. It was posted first on Patreοn as my patrons get early access to my Tumblr posts+more smut! 😍I hope you like this! It’s so steamy!

Happy reading!

It was a late night and you were lying with your back on the bed, your body exposed to your two boyfriends: a werewolf named Ari and a minotaur named Bront. Aric had a big muscular frame and was covered in black fur that showed off his bright amber eyes. Bront was slightly larger than Ari and had coarse brown fur, a bull’s face and long protruding horns.

They had long now undressed you, their gazes roaming over your body, caressing your curves and making you shiver with anticipation. But when the time came for them to start touching you, they lost control. They wanted you too much, their desire overwhelming, and they always had a hard time sharing you and working together.

It didn’t help that they were both overly possessive of you, their primal instincts driving them to claim you.

“Move over, wolf. It’s my turn to kiss our mate,” Bront growled as he leaned in and claimed your mouth, his tongue pushing down your throat.

“I haven’t kissed her nearly as much as you,” Ari rumbled as he licked along your neck and up your face.

Their tongues battled for dominance, each trying to claim you in their own way. Captured between them, you moaned and wiggled slightly, overwhelmed by their intensity. You wanted to talk, to tell them that you were theirs, but every time you opened your mouth, one of them would grab the chance to kiss you deeply. When Bront’s tongue finally withdrew, Ari’s immediately took its place, plunging into your mouth and so on. The constant back-and-forth left you breathless and frustrated.

“Wait—mphhh—” you muttered, trying to catch your breath before Ari’s tongue invade your mouth.

Bront grumbled but decided to play with your breasts. His large, rough hands cupped your tits, shaping the soft, plump mounds and thumbing your sensitive nipples. His mouth enveloped each tit in turn, careful not to hurt you with his sharp teeth. His suckling was gentle yet fervent, alternating between your breasts, his tongue tracing circles around the tight, aching buds.

“Look at her…” Ari joined in the game, fondling the tit that Bront had just released and massaged it, his tongue licking around the areola. “Fuck, such softness.”

“Want to mark her pretty tits with my seed,” Bront growled, teasing your nipples with his skilled tongue.

“Yesss… please…” you whimpered and clutched both their furry arms begging them to stop teasing you. “Want you to fuck me.”

“We’ll fuck your pretty holes, mate,” Bront said, his voice sending vibrations through you, making your pussy leak even more. “But first, we’ll play with you. Hm?”

“No playing—“ you muttered, clutching their furry arms. “’m too sensitive.”

Bront gave you a firm look and settled down, his horns casting shadows on the wall as he gripped your hips and spread your legs open. He curved your legs upward, dragging them until your knees were at your ears, exposing your eager holes to their hungry eyes. You pussy clenched eagerly, you were drenched with arousal. Your ass was also filled with a pretty heart diamond plug.

“Told you the diamond plug would fit her best,” Ari drawled, his eyes dark with lust. “It looks so cute, lodged up her pretty ass.”

“Hm… looks stunning indeed,” Bront agreed shakily. “But I want to ruin her pussy first.”

You opened your mouth to speak but cried out instead when Bront’s long tongue lapped at your cunt, devouring your juices and flicking your sensitive clit. His hands kept your legs pinned wide while he did shameless things with his tongue. Ari watched enthralled, but then realized he wanted to taste you, too.

“Fuck, her cunny is so wet. Move aside, bullface, I want to taste her, too.”

“Get in line, mutt,” the minotaur snarled, his tongue plunging deep inside you, causing you to whimper and babble pathetically.

You were so close, each possessive lick brought you higher and higher and despite their bickering you came with a whine, your toes clenching, pussy pulsing around Bront’s relentless tongue. Your minotaur kept licking you up, slower this time, prolonging your pleasure.

Realizing he wouldn’t get his turn soon, Ari shoved Bront aside with a grin. “Step aside and watch, bull. It’s time to prepare her lovely ass.“

Bront narrowed his eyes at him yet reluctantly watched as Ari rolled you on all fours, his hands spreading the mounds of your ass. Ari’s tongue flicked around the butt plug, teasingly, before gently toying with the handle. He pulled it back slowly, stretching your hole, then slammed it back inside, making you gasp and tighten your anal muscles.

Bront, not one to be left out, pushed you down with a gentle palm on your back, pressing your face into the sheets. Leaning close, he watched the sight of you being so thoroughly at your limits.

“Take the plug out”, Bront demanded hoarsely. “I want to fuck her pretty arse.”

“Jokes on you, bud. I’m fucking her pretty arse,” Ari said, carefully removing the plug. It left your hole with a wet squelch, and you groaned as the thick protrusion exited your insides, leaving you feeling empty and needy.

Ari grabbed the bottle of lube and after he’d retracted his claws, he smeared the cold liquid all over his fingers and your ass. A thick werewolf finger stretched you, curling inside you. The sensation was incredible, especially when Bront joined in, inserting his own finger alongside Ari’s. You had both digits up your ass, both as thick as a human dick at full mast.

“I think she needs a bigger plug next time,” Bront said, squelching sounds echoing as he thrust his finger alongside Ari’s.

The werewolf hummed. “Hmm, she’s too tight.”

“I’m here, you dumbasses,” you groaned, the constant shifting of their fingers leavening you wanting more. “Stop talking and just fuck me!”

“Naughty little mate,” Ari said and smacked your ass playfully. “We prepare you first, and then we fuck you crazy.”

“Come on… hn…” you whined. “Can’t take this anymore. You both need to stop arguing and share me.”

Bront clicked his tongue. “Ask nicely for our cocks, little mate.”

You huffed. “Enough with the teasing. Make this work before I leave you both and go fuck my dildos.”

“She needs to be punished for even suggesting this,” Bront said in all seriousness.

Ari agreed, his brows furrowed. “Your mates are right here, hard and eager to satisfy you. Never dare say you’ll substitute us with stupid toys.”

“A lesson is in order,” the minotaur said. “Our impatient mate needs to get fucked stupid until she understands the gravity of her words.”

“Fucking finally,” you moaned and gasped when you received another light slap, this time on your pussy by Ari.

“Can I take her pretty mouth?” Ari asked. “You can break her ass and then we can take turns fucking her.”

They nodded in unison.

And began fucking you senseless.

Gone was their earlier miscommunication.

With impressive cooperation, Ari positioned himself near your head while Bront took his place between your legs. Their cocks stood at attention, their shafts as thick as your forearm, the tips leaking precum. Without waiting, Ari tapped his cock against your lips, parting your mouth and shoving his cock down your throat. You gurgled but at the same time, Bront lined up with your ass, the cockhead stretching the tight muscle and thrusting inside.

You gasped, “Mphhh!”

They fucked you from both ends in perfect unison. Ari’s cock filled your mouth and throat, salty precum trickling down your throat. Bront pounded deep into your ass, his huge frame hanging over your back, his breathing just as heavy as your own. The dual sensations were overwhelming, liquid pleasure coursing through your veins as they filled you again and again. The room echoed with the wet plap-plap of skin slapping skin and your muffled moans mingling with their grunts.

“Mmmm, such a good girl for us,” Bront said, his hips pounding you into the mattress. “Taking Ari’s cock down her pretty throat and my cock in her tight arsehole.”

“That will teach her not to mention dildos again,” Bront said, his fingers reaching to circle your pussy. You were drenched and painfully empty there, your poor clit begging for attention.

“You can use dildos only to prepare yourself for us, little mate,” Ari said while pulling back from your mouth, his cock coated in your saliva. “But never, never use them to threaten us this way. Understood?”

“Hmm… understood,” you took a deep inhale, shaking all over.

“We are also sorry, little mate”, Bront kissed your nape. “We quarrelled and teased you a little too much when we should be giving you one orgasm after the other.”

“Our mating bond is too strong and we want you too much that sometimes we lose control,” Ari added, kissing your flushed lips. “From now on, we’ll do better, love. We promise.”

“Please, make me yours,” you told them, your eyes misty. “Make me forget everything but you.”

“You want us to fill you up with our cocks?” Bront asked, his huge palm pumping his raging dick.

“Our seed trickling down your thighs?” Ari added, fondling his swollen balls.

“Hm! Yes, want you! Want you both to fuck me stupid!”

Your declaration was all they needed to get back at it.

They repositioned you so you were straddling Bront, your breasts rubbing against his chest while Ari kneeled behind you, his dick hot against your ass. Your minotaur lowered you down onto his cock, and your werewolf pushed into your ass. They thrust to the hilt, stretching your holes, both shafts rubbing against each other inside you. Then they started pounding you, their thrusts deep and relentless, their cocks hitting all the right spots.

You clung to both of them, your nails digging into their flesh as they fucked you in perfect harmony. When Ari’s cock left your pussy, Bront’s entered your ass. Next they alternated the pace, both slamming at the same time inside your holes. You could only whimper and blabber their names, their combined efforts pushing you over the edge.

Body trembling, you came hard, sobs of pleasure escaping your dry mouth. Bront devoured your cries with his kiss, his tongue brushing with yours in a rough messy kiss. Ari nipped and kissed your neck, leaving little love marks. Your mates were primal and unhinged, and you loved them—you loved how good they fucked you, exactly as you liked it.

And they were far from done.

They ruined you from what seemed like hours. With their inhuman strength and size, they put you in all positions imaginable and took turns claiming your holes, their powerful bodies working in sync to drive you insane with ecstasy. You lost count of how many times you climaxed and your voice went horse from all the moans and cries of pleasure.

When they did finish, they had completely delivered their lesson; you were sleepy and blissfully fucked, your lips smudged with seed, your cunt and ass overflowing with it. You collapsed between them, panting and sweaty.

They gave you water and some bites of food, then gently cleaned you up. They tucked you between them in the bed and held you, whispering how much they loved, how precious you were to them, how lucky they were to have found you.

“That was one amazing punishment,” you muttered with a sleepy smile. “I love it when you go feral over me.”

“We’ll be gentler next time,” Ari said, nuzzling your neck.

“Nooo,” you pouted. “I loved it.”

Bront half-laughed and kissed your nose. “Then you’ll get many more good and deep poundings tomorrow, sweet mate.”

You smiled, exhausted but satisfied. “Thank you. I love you.”

“Love you, too,” your mates whispered before you drifted off into a pleasurable sleep.

Did you enjoy? Are there any other pairing you’d like to see? I’m all ears 😆🩶

[spermeboy]

pairings: dick grayson x male reader

request: part 2 of dick grayson where you cooking/cleaning for him and you bend over and he sees that you are wearing a butt plug and he goes feral.

warnings: SMUT ! , swearing, dirty talk, spanking, anal sex, nipple play.

MDNI + FDNI !

You decided to be a sexy naked chef, wearing nothing but an apron because Dick has been such a good boyfriend to you. You want to give him a treat. Dick leans in the kitchen doorway, watching you cook his favourite meal.

While you were cooking his favourite meal, you bent down to look in the oven, and as you do, it gives Dick an opportunity to check out your hole, which is currently occupied by an ruby red buttplug.

Dick's mind goes blank, and all he can think about is how infatuated he is with your hole, the way it clings tightly around the buttplug keeping it nice and secure.

You pull his meal out of the oven and gently place it on the side, allowing it to cool down before you begin prepping it for eating.

You don't notice Dick creeping up behind you, cupping your ass with his hand, you gasp. "D-Dick, what are you doing?" You ask, your voice quivering with how horny you've become.

He moves his hand under your apron and gently begins to jerk you off while whispering dirty things in your ear. "You're so hard for Daddy." he groans in your ear as you gently wiggle your ass against his ever-growing bulge.

His speed begins to quicken as your hands grip the counter, "Are you close, baby?" He coos in your ear as your cock stiffens and leaks a fountain of pre-cum. You nod, "ah ah ahh, baby. Use your words" he says while smirking, using his other hand to pull out the buttplug.

"Y-Yes Dick, I-Im close." Dick moves his hand away from your cock, placing the buttplug on the side. He spits down on his cock, gently rubbing the tip against your hole.

He gently pushes his cock inside of your, not wanting to hurt you. "Fuck, we fuck everyday and I always forget how tight you are". You giggle slightly but they quickly turn into moans of pleasure.

You gently thrust your ass back, fucking yourself on his cock, he unties the apron letting it drop off your body. Dick's hands rush up to gently pinch your nipples, which causes pleasure to take over your entire body as your g-spot gets milked.

You begin to shake your ass, pleasuring Dick's stiff member. Dick groans and mumbles sweet nothings into your ear as you slide your ass back and forth against his cock.

"Your ass is trying to milk me dry." Dick says while groaning as he continues to pinch your nipples. "Your cock is so thick, baby" you say while Dick takes control.

The only noise that can be heard from your apartment is wet slapping sounds and moans. "Dick, fill me up, please!" You beg him as your cock starts to stiffen and throb, "I'm gonna cum, please fill me"

Dick pulls your back against his chest, kissing your neck as you both climax together. "AH! daddy fuck" you moan as his cum shoots against your g-spot which increases the load that you shoot over the counter.

You rest your palms against the counter as Dick pulls out of you, kissing your neck. You feel the load drip out of your ass and down your leg, "So, should I carve the turkey?" You say while looking up at Dick.

[gojosprettyprincess]

Stepsister Yuki x Fem!reader

Tw- Stepcest, Sub reader, reader’s a perv, panty sniffing, Assplay, pussy and ass eating (yuki receiving), Scissoring, nipple sucking, Degradation, Tiny bit dubcon I'm not sure tbh. Reader is mostly the giver. Not proofread!!

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Stepsister Yuki! Who finds out from your parents that you're also into girls and won't stop teasing you everytime she sees you, she saw the way you stare at her ass when she walks in front of you, the way your hungry eyes follow her as she walks away, fixated on her butt so she purposely start bending over right in front of your face or sometimes she even pushes her tits in your face "accidentally" when your sitting down and she's showing you something on her phone.

Stepsister Yuki! who purposely drops something on the floor in front of you so she can bend over, pressing her round ass, bearly covered by her tiny booty shorts, right up against your crotch for a few seconds as she slowly picks up the object and then turns and looks at you boringly murmuring "Oops I didn't see you there" then smirking as she walks away. She knows exactly what she’s doing.

Stepsister Yuki! Coming over to your room one night, claiming it’s for a "sleepover" in her thin white see-through tank top, her perky tits and nipples being awfully noticeable with her tiny lace thong as she layed on your bed sideways, pushing herself back deeper into the warmth of your body as her soft plump ass is pressed up right against your sweatpants crotch. she slowly humps herself against you without any shame, wiggling and shaking her ass against you, staining your sweats with her juices that's leaking through of her thong.

She continuously teased you with her ass as your cunt throbs in your panties, trying your very hardest not to touch her and let temptation get the best of you, she notices how nervous and quiet you are, and how dangerously loud your breathing, she laughs innocently, saying that she's sorry and that it's just cold that's why she's so so close to you.

Stepsister Yuki! asking you to wash her dirty laundry because she knows how much of a little perv you are that can't help yourself, taking the stash of dirty clothes to your room and sniffing her dirty used panties like a fucking creep, licking and sucking the damped stained crotch that was clinging onto her sweet cunt not too long ago since she freshly took it off when she went to shower earlier, your so fucking needy and desperate to taste her, You rubbed the material against your needy cunt as you imagined it was her pretty pussy grinding against you, coating your cunt with her sweet cum.

Stepsister Yuki! Purposely leaving her room door open when you two are home alone so when you walked past her room to go use the bathroom you saw her bending over naked on the carpet floor while she's pretending to look for something under her bed, your cunt leaking through your panties when you saw the purple jeweled plug nestled deep into her ass, poking out so pretty from between her cheeks, fuckk how the hell did she knew purple was your favor color? You'd be lying if you said you weren't toucing yourself in the shower later while thinking about what you saw.

Stepsister Yuki! Making you to have sex with her, grinding her dripping pussy against. she had your legs spread open on the bed while she's on top, bumping your clits together as you squeezed and slap her thick ass before cupping her breast and sucking her hard nipples. "F-fuck is this what you wanted? Fucking pervert knew you wanted to fuck me, I see the way you look at me, such a dirty bitch" she moans as she squirts on your throbbing cunt, hurrying off of you as she sat on your face, spreading her ass as you slurped the juices off her creamy cunt, licking her hole hungrily as you groaned, eyes rolling back as you tasted her delicious sweet cunny, you sucked on her clit as she moaned so fucking loudly while your parents are in the other room, not having a single clue what their sweet innocent daughters are doing together.

Stepsister Yuki! Cornering you against the wall as she presses her heart-shaped butt against your face, spreading her cheeks as she winks her asshole at you, "lick my tight fucking ass bitch" she held a strong grip on the back of your head and she shoves your face into her ass, you hurriedly suck on her winking rim, the greedy tight hole swallowing your tongue in as you felt her walls clenching tightly around you, you tonguefucked her cute button, it was so fucking cute and delicious, you couldn't resist kissing and making out with the dirty hole as she humps the fat of her ass against your face like a bitch in heat, “Fuckk yess, eat my tight little asshole just like that, good fucking girl, don't stop" she moans, forcing her ass deeper into your face as you wiggled your tongue inside her butthole, swirling and forcing it deeper as the rim closes around your tongue, trapping it in as you rubbed your thighs together. What your doing was so fucking nasty and pathetic and you knew it but oh did you liked it so fucking much, so tired of all her teasings of her bending over in first of your face, pressing her pretty ass against you and acting like it's an innocent accident. The way she’d walk around the house when the two of you are home alone in just a flimsy thong that had her pink puckered o ring and pretty cunt peeking out when she bends over to tease you, with a tiny top that's bearly even covering anything, but now you can finally have her, bullying your tongue so deep into her ass as it spasms around you, "Tell the fucking camera how much you love licking your step sisters dirty butthole, go on" she demanded holding her phone out towards you, "Mmm love it so much!" you words were muffled by her ass, you groaned when she purposely clenched her hole tighter around your tongue and chuckles "Yeah? Bet you fucking do nasty bitch, keep sucking on it"

Stepsister Yuki! Who humps your pillow when you’re not home, her thighs straddling the soft material as she moves her sloppy cunt back and forth, her slick stepping out of her soppy pussy and dripping onto the pillow as she grinds her wet cunny and rubs her aching clit while she moans your name, imagining it was your pretty face instead. The thought of you putting your face on this same exact pillow tonight, not having a single clue that she was creaming on it a few hours before made her cunt throb.

Stepsister Yuki! Who teases you soo much, she comes in your room with just a stringy thong that’s bearly even covering anything, the tiny g string bearly making any effort of hiding her tight ass and pretty cunt and thin tank top while your tryna do homework and she sits on your lap, wiggling the fat of her ass deeper onto your crotch, humping you as your cunny throbs over and over while she smirks, you ran your hands up her top, grabbing both of her pretty tits, squeezing it before twisting her nipples as her head falls against your shoulder. you pulled her top off, revealing her boobs as you quickly latched your lips onto one of them, eagerly sucking the bud, swirling your tongue over it as you tug on the other one, you started whining, so eager to touch and feel her more, you moved your hand from her nipple to her thong, fingers pressing against the crotch as you felt her dripping wet through the material, you pulled it to the side before quickly sliding a finger into her slutty hole, her slick making it easier to push your finger in as you slid it all the way in, her sweet juices coating your finger as you pulled away from her nipple to kiss the swollen part of her tits, you started drilling your finger in her tight cunt, wet squelching noises filling the room as she moans.

You began rubbing her clit with your thumb before she suddenly changed positions, her boobs now facing you, she pushes her tits in your face, suffocating you as you continued pounding your finger in her sloppy hole, you moved your other hand to gather her juices that's leaking from her messy pussy and circle it on her tiny rim, forcing your middle finger into her ass, it went in with ease, her puckering hole opening up as you bullied your finger into it, pushing it all the way in as you wiggled it against her slutty anal wall. you felt her pussy throbbing around you before she suddenly came on your finger, her juices coating your finger as you sank another finger in her butthole, forcing your pointer finger in as you pushed both of your fingers all the way in to the hilt, you hiss as you felt how tightly her asshole was squeezing and trapping in your fingers. You slowly pulled your finger out of her throbbing cunt, her slick dripping onto your lap as you brought your finger to your mouth, licking up her cum as you continuously wiggling your fingers in her ass, curling and scissoring them as the hole flutters around you.

[daydreams-after-dark]

Free Use Jail Cell, Part 3

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

Police Officer Skz ot8 x female reader

Premise: you're arrested and held for 24 hours by 8 police officers at the local police station / reader has her fantasy play out.

Word Count: 2.2k (part 3)

Chapter Summary: Officers Han and Hyunjin visit you in your cell while you sleep. Sweet sex before the unhinged chapter 4.

a/n: This fic will be in multiple parts because I get too impatient not to share what I’ve written so far. There will be two, possibly three installments turns out it will be more like 6 (tag list is open).

I refer to the officers as “Officer Hyunjin”, “Officer Minho” etc just to make it quick to identify the characters. 

The whole premise is planned and explained in the fic. The story is purely fantasy, but please be mindful of content warnings, as it has potentially triggering content. I want you to be safe here on my blog.

CW: somnophilia, unprotected double pen (2 holes), oral sex (f rec), cum eating, nipple play, body worship, orgasms, coming inside, praise.

“She looks so peaceful.” Officer Hyunjin coos as he removes his clothes and lays down beside your sleeping body and props himself up on his side.

“The bastards better not have tired her out completely.” Officer Han grumbles, stripping his clothes off entirely as well and shifting your blanket to the side. “Fuck!” he hisses when he parts your legs and drinks in your pussy with bulging eyes.

“Dude, your dick just twitched.” Hyunjin points out.

“Yeah, well look! They’ve prepared her for us.” he says in disbelief. “They’ve left a plug in her ass.”

“Good. I can spend more time with her beautiful breasts if I don’t have to prep her. You brought the lube right?” he whispers.

“In my pocket.” Han replies, but his attention is firmly on the cum still oozing from your cunt and pooling around the handle of the anal plug. He swipes his finger through the thick white fluid and brings it to his lip. “Detective Minho stuffed her full of his cum. Taste.” He offers Hyunjin his finger, who sucks it off him like it’s frosting from the most delicious cake in the world. But Hyunjin wants the cherry on top too.

He unbuttons your shirt, pulling it open to expose your breasts and immediately suckles on a nipple. With two long fingers, he gathers some of Minho’s semen from your pussy and coats your nipples with it. He is hard as stone just from your glistening hardened peaks. Cupping your breast, he squeezes the flesh then licks the cum from your nipple, savoring the taste. As his tongue swirls around your erect buds, your breathing becomes shallower. Indicating this is turning you on. Hyunjin kisses up your chest to your neck, peppering light kisses along the sensitive flesh. His hands continue to fondle you, exploring your other breast and then moving down to your stomach then hips. But he can’t leave your tits alone, always coming back to take them in his mouth or hand.

Meanwhile, Han buries his face against your cunt, lapping at you greedily, then slipping a finger into your tight walls. You’re so wet from how aroused you have been over the past few hours, and coupled with the cum inside you, your pussy makes lewd squelching sounds as he slowly finger fucks you.

You start to stir to the feelings of pressure between your legs, the sensation of hands caressing you, and the plush lips that are wrapped around your nipples are sending your arousal into overdrive. Soft, warm flesh grinding against your side, a hard erection pressed against the side of your hip, making you want to whimper.

“Shh… it’s okay, y/n. Just keep sleeping for us, okay baby.” Han soothes as he kneels between your legs. “Gonna fill you up good, just stay asleep.” He rubs the thick, leaking head of his cock through your lips and sinks into your cunt with a relieving moan. No resistance. It’s like you were made for taking cock. “Yes, that’s it. Just let us use your body. So good for us… Shhh…stay asleep.”

You are somewhere between sleep and awake. Drowsy enough to be compliant and pliable, but awake enough to feel everything that the two officers are doing to you. Han slid his cock deep into you again, making you groan. Then he wraps his hands underneath your hips to pull you up to meet each thrust, reaching the depths of your body. Hyunjin smirks against your ear. “Feel that, do you princess? Officer Han fucking that pussy good, hmm?” He takes your limp hand in his and wraps it around his long, hard length, and jerking himself off with it.

Hyunjin leans down and kisses you with the softest, juiciest lips you’ve ever felt. He kisses you as though you are sacred. Deliberate and passionate. You want to open your eyes and look at the two men who are touching you like this, who are making you feel like you’re about to float away. You squeeze Hyunjin’s cock on your own with your hand, and he releases his grip. “Looks like our Sleeping Beauty is waking up now.” he purrs.

“Let’s flip her.” Han decides, and suddenly, somehow he has rolled onto his back, pulling you on top of his hard, toned body. You haven’t even seen it yet but you know he looks like a dream. Hyunjin hovers over you, his chest to your back, and you feel his erection between your ass cheeks. Both men have hard bodies, not just hard cocks. You can feel every ridge of muscle against you as they breathe and grunt as they writhe against you.

Hyunjin’s fingers find the handle of the anal plug, tugging it and pushing it back a few times. You sob at the feeling, and rest your head in the crook of Han’s neck.

“Such a perfect, little prisoner. Ready for us to use as we want.” Hyunjin kisses your neck as he pulls the plug out with a wet plop. You let out a shaky gasp, which quickly turns into a low moan when you feel him push his cock into your ass.

Your eyes spring open at the intrusion, and land directly on Officer Han’s beautiful face. “Hi there.” He says in a low voice. His eyes are dark and full of arousal, and his lips look so inviting that you crash your mouth down on them, seeking his tongue. He doesn’t resist, and groans when you kiss him wildly and start to try and move your hips.

“Woah, Princess. Let me get all the way in before you start to rock your hips like that.” Hyunjin says, pushing himself in a little more. 

You peeled your mouth away from Han’s. “Just fucking get it in me. Need to be filled…please…need your cock.” you whimpered.

Hyunjin with one hand gripping a hip and the other pushing your cheek to the side, he squeezes the rest of his cock into you until bottoms out. “Fuck!” He pants against your neck. “Fucking tight.” 

They start to move, taking turns thrusting and withdrawing. Both men moaning about how good you feel. Their hands feel like they’re everywhere. Their lips barely leave your skin even for a moment. Han can’t seem to get enough of your tongue, and Hyunjin can’t get enough of your shoulder and neck. He nibbles and sucks, marking you, leaving bruises. Han’s lips on yours feels like electricity, sending waves of pleasure straight to your core, where their cocks massage your inner walls in a synchronized rhythm.

So full. So full of cock. That’s all that’s going through your mind, as they start to fuck you harder. Their skin feels sweaty and clammy on yours, providing a slipperiness that helps them glide against you. You rock your hips, sliding up and down between them and creating friction against your clit. Han’s toned abdomen is the perfect hardness to grind against.

Never did you imagine being in this situation. Not just being double penetrated by two delicious men, but everything that’s happened so far. The cop car sex, the unhinged interrogation, and who knows what else the next few hours have in store for you. All you know is you needed something… Something that would help you live out your deepest, depraved desires. You want to be used. You want to be gang banged. You want to be a submissive cockleeve. You want them to do the things to you that you were too scared to tell any partner you ever had.

And right now you are finally experiencing it.

“Fuck me harder…ngh…need to feel you deeper.” you whimper.

“Deeper, you say.” Han raises an eyebrow. “I think we can perhaps manage that.”

The two men ease out of you, leaving you protesting and insisting that they get back inside you. You feel too empty and you think you’re about to cry.

“It’s okay, baby. Let’s get you standing up.” Han helps you to your feet and supports you to where Hyunhin is standing in the middle of your cell. 

“Here, let’s restrain you. Give me your hands.” Hyunjin says softly. He takes your hands and restrains them in a set of handcuffs that dangle from the ceiling. They weren't there before. 

You stand there, naked and restrained with your hands secured over your head. 

“You look like an absolute treat.” They chuckle to themselves as they come close. Hyunjin slides his fingers into your cunt causing you to roll your head back and moan.Then he circles around to stand behind you. “Need to be buried in your ass again.” He sighs and pushes himself snugly inside of you. “Good girl. Just gonna fuck you hard for a bit before Han joins us.”

The sharp snap of Huynjin’s hips takes you by surprise and you cry out loudly. He fucks far harder than you presumed he could, almost knocking you off your feet. “You wanted it deep.” he grunts. “This deep enough?” He rams himself all the way to the hilt and pulls your hips back against him and grinds hard into you, forcing as much of himself inside of you that he can.

“F-fuck!” you cry out. Your eyes land of Han, naked in front of you. He’s a vision. Perfectly sculpted from the gods. His broad shoulders and toned body that tapers off to the slimmest waist you have ever seen. And his cock. So obscene against his lower abs, leaking like he’s already cum. You need him inside you. You need his cum in your cunt. 

Han steps forward as Hyunjin holds you underneath your ass and lifts you up, spreading your legs in such a way that allows Han to slide himself back into your very needy pussy. “So tight, baby. Fuck, this is the best pussy I’ve ever had wrapped around my dick.” he pants and smiles brightly at you. Then he’s entering you again.

They both hold you in midair while they fuck you deep and fast, bouncing you up and down on their hard lengths. Their delectable mouths continue to worship your skin, kissing you wherever they can reach. Their pretty grunts and moans, and whispered “fucks” bring you closer and closer to the edge. You want to come all over them. You’re going to come all over them. You’re pressed between them hard so that you can feel both men flush against you. It feels so intimate, sensual even. But at the same time it’s so raw, so lewd.

“Come for us. I can feel you’re tightening up. God, you have a tight grip don’t you baby? Don’t want to let go of our cocks, huh?” Han coos.

“It’s, okay. You’ll get to feel us again in the morning when we all take turns.” Hyunjin whispers against your ear. His hot, wet breath makes you shiver.

You whimper at that thought. All of them fucking you? Taking turns. You clench your walls again.

“Hmm, that’s right. I think a couple of them want to be in your tight little cunt at the same time.” Han whispers.

You’re so close. You can feel the coil about to snap.

“All while someone else is deep in your throat.” Hyunjin bites your neck and sucks the skin harshly.

That’s it. You’re gone. “Fuck!!!!! Coming…coming!!” you sob as you’re taken over the edge, trembling around their penises. “S’good…Feels s’good. Keep fucking me… keep fucking ‘till you cum in me.” You begin to cry and drop your head back against Hyunjin’s shoulder, sobbing loudly and uncontrollably.

“Oh fuck, you’re so pretty when you cry, baby… oh fuck!!” Han’s hips thrust erratically then he releases deep inside your still quivering pussy.

Hyunkin follows suit, thrusting extra hard until he cries out in a choked groan.

You’re still crying and shaking as the two men withdraw their softening cocks from your abused holes. They release you from your restraints and take you back to your mattress on the floor. 

“Shh.. it’s okay, baby.” Han soothes you, holding you close. “You needed that, huh? Big orgasm?” He checks in with you. You nod. Hyunjin lifts your chin. “I think you’re our favorite, you know that?” he looks into your eyes, but it feels like he’s looking into your soul. You gulp. He is the most beautiful man you have ever laid eyes on.

Officers Han and Hyunjin stay with you until you fall asleep.

“She seems really nice.” Hyunjin whispers to Han as they get dressed. “Han, what’s wrong?” Hyunjin notes his friend’s worried expression.

“Do you think she’s going to be able to handle Jeongin?” He gulped and furrowed his brow.

“It was in her request. Plus she has a safeword.”

They stepped out of the cell, locking it behind them.

“Yeah, but Jeongin’s deranged. What if he doesn’t listen?” Han rests his eyes on your sleeping face and his dick springs to life.

“Come on. We’ve never had a problem before. Besides, she handled Minho and Seungmin and they’re into some kinky shit.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” Han shakes his head and chuckles. “She definitely seems like the type to know exactly what she wants.”

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[little-miss-dilf-lover]

OMG PLS DO COCKWARMING W THE MOOMBOYS AAAAA. and why didnt u tell me that before 👿👿👿

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NOW YOU’RE SPEAKING MY LANGUAGE🫡 baby I got a whole ass catalog (not really, it’s mainly steven lmao) thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌

COCKWARMING WITH THE MOONBOYS

moonboys x female reader (not as the moon system)

warnings. 18+ only!! cockwarming, writers brainrot, mdni

cockwarming with marc:

im thinking it will all be very intense and passionate - his gaze would never leave yours, watching you with lidded and focused eyes. you'd be below him, back on the mattress with him above, his cock tucked nicely inside you. he'd have his hands cupped around your face, holding you close as you kiss - it would be slow and sloppy, kinda messy and deep, like a real nasty, carnal snog. he'd cage you to the bed, and you'd wrap yourself around him - hugging him like a bear on a tree. he'd swallow your moans and his own would vibrate your tongue. he wouldn't move - just holding you like that, his dick snug inside you. towards the end (before he starts to move) he'd perch between your thighs, keeping his cock glued inside, and would play with your clit - thumbing over it, using himself as a plug for you. he'd make you cum on his cock using just his thumb, and only then would he fuck you -neigh, make love to you- making you cum all over again

cockwarming with steven:

you'd be straddling him, his cock stuffed inside as you both come down. the side of your face would be nuzzled into the crook of his neck as he strokes over your back - soft, small, gentle circles on your heated skin. he'd be catching his breath, chest rising and falling as he evens out, muttering sweet praises beside your ear about how you're his sweet girl. he strokes over the back of your head too, palm gliding over your hair - holding you almost protectively. super comforting and sweet - lots of reassurance afterwards. maybe you both fall asleep, keeping his dick tucked inside as you drift into a light slumber

cockwarming with jake:

you'd both be on the sofa, you perched upon his thighs/ crotch, your back against his chest. he'd be mean with it, not moving - leaving you completely desperate for any kind of movement. he'd grip your waist/ wrap his arms around your middle - stilling you. he loves the way you twitch and tighten around him, like you're begging for more. he'd rest his chin on your shoulder, looking down at your pussy with him wedged so perfectly inside. (not sure the proportions would be correct, but oh well, just pretend) you'd be a leaking mess, all of your wet dripping down his cock, pooling around his balls, making a mess on the couch. he'd play with your tits from behind, groping and squeezing them, muttering in spanish about you being needy. he wouldn't fuck you until you reach your absolute wits ends - a crying, desperate, frustrated mess - quivering and whimpering, begging for him to move

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im gonna, uhm, yeah.. what? okay bye

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[serpentandlily]

Untouchable IX - Azriel x Reader

Untouchable - Azriel x Rhysand'sSister!Reader

Summary: For as long as you can remember, you have always had feelings for Azriel, your court’s spymaster. But after centuries of watching him pine after your own cousin, hoping he’d eventually move on, your wish came true. He moved on—with Elain, your brother’s mate’s sister. Unable to watch him fall in love with someone else again, you flee from Velaris, from him. But things are a lot more complicated than that—more complicated than you ever imagined.

Warnings: angst, physical torture, violence

a/n: guys, I’m so sorry this part took a long time to come out. I hope this chapter is worth the wait! Part 10 will be the final chapter/epilogue :)

➻❥ Part I ➻❥ Part II ➻❥ Part III ➻❥ Part IV ➻❥ Part V

➻❥ Part VI ➻❥ Part VII ➻❥ Part VIII

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Part IX

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Days might’ve gone by…days…months…years. Time was an elusive being to you. Had been since the moment the mating bond had snapped between you and Azriel. Since that one last second you got to have with him—your mate. 

Koschei kept you strung up in chains, your wrist shackled above your head, your feet barely touching the floor. Your entire body ached with pain. Blood crusted on the white slip he had you put in. 

When he had shadowed you back to his small cabin on the lake, you had assumed he would turn you into one of the swans, like he had with the other girls. But apparently, none of you had ever learned the full story. 

Vassa had certainly never mentioned this part. Not that you blamed her. You wouldn’t want to talk about it either. How he liked to beat the girls he captured, break them in, before transforming them into one of his pets—forever tied to this lake. 

You didn’t want to give up but it was getting harder and harder each day. But you had to. You couldn’t let that day in the clearing be the last time you got to see Azriel…to see your mate. 

A few tears leaked from the corner of your eyes at the thought of him, of how he must be feeling with you gone. Everything you both had wished for had come true only to last for a mere second in time before the universe tore you apart once more. It was cruel. It was… no word could come close to describing it. It couldn’t be the end of your story. You couldn’t let it be. 

The door to the room you were confined in opened and you whimpered at the sight of the sorcerer. 

“Oh, little pet,” he purred, “Are you not happy to see me? And here I thought we were finally making progress.” 

“Fuck you,” you groaned, swaying on your shackles as you tried to distance yourself from him. 

He gave you a serpentine smile. “The stubborn ones are so much more fun to break.”  

You glared at him as he stalked over to you, a cup of water in his hands. You had kicked and bucked the first few times but after all of the torture he put you through the past hours, you had no energy left to do anything but dangle there. 

“Now, are we going to do this the hard way or the easy way?” He held up the water to your mouth but you twisted your head away, slamming your lips shut. “Ah, the hard way it is.”

Excitement filled his eyes as he landed a punch straight in your gut, knocking the air right out of your lungs. You gasped and he grabbed your chin roughly, squeezing the sides of your mouth and making it impossible to snap your jaw shut. 

He poured the water into your mouth but you spit it back up, right on his face. You knew it was full of faebane because this was the third time he had come in here to give it to you.

He growled as he wiped away your spit before slapping your cheek hard enough that your head whipped to the side and blood swelled in your mouth. You heaved, letting it trickle down your jaw and onto the floor. 

He grabbed you by the chin and forced you to face him again, hooking his fingers over your bottom teeth and yanking your jaw open once again. This time when he poured the water into your mouth, he quickly slammed it shut and plugged your nose.

“Drink it,” he ordered. 

You glared at him defiantly but it did nothing to help you as you ran out of air and choked the water down. He let go of you and you greedily sucked in air. 

“Good girl,” he grinned. “See how much easier it is when you listen to me?” 

You said nothing. You couldn’t. Not as the faebane coursed through your body, extinguishing all the magic that had started to replenish as the last batch wore off. Not as your wounds and bruises stopped healing and pain slammed into your body. 

The faebane he liked to give you was partially diluted. Just enough to let it wear off quicker so you had time to heal in between his sessions but not enough to fully heal or get your magic back. He liked working with a clean canvas but didn’t let your magic linger enough to rid you of pain entirely.

Koschei circled around your hanging body and you heard him fiddling behind you. The sound of leather in his palm had you squirming.

“Now, where were we?”

The crack of the whip against your back rippled through your body and you couldn’t fight the scream that erupted from your lips. You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to push your consciousness into the deepest crevices of your mind, where you might find the tiniest bit of solace as one name constantly repeated in your thoughts.

Azriel.

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“I’m not waiting any longer,” Azriel growled at his High Lord. “I’m leaving. Now.”

Both Azriel and Rhysand looked worse for wear. Rhys’s face was littered with bruises and cuts and Azriel was sure he looked no better. But he didn’t care. All he cared about right now was that his mate was in the hands of that fucking sorcerer and he was going to rip that male apart limb by limb for ever thinking he could take her.

“We need to think this through, Az,” Feyre pleaded. “If you rush in, you’ll end up dead and be of no help to Y/n.”

Azriel’s hands tightened into fists. These past two days had been hell. Once Rhys had misted the Prince in the clearing, he had winnowed the three of them back to Velaris—to start planning their rescue mission.

He hadn’t even gotten two words out before Azriel pounced on him. He could barely remember those first few hours after she had been taken. All he knew was the anger he felt—the rage. The mating bond snapping into place. The bargain breaking. And her…his love being taken away from him, his heart and soul with her. 

And Rhys, the fucking asshole, had been at the center of his anger. For making him agree to that bargain with him in the first place. For making him stay away from her—his mate.

It had taken Cassian, Mor and Feyre to pull them apart that day. 

He had stopped starting fights with Rhys but his anger still pulsed under his skin, ready to strike at a moment's notice. 

"We've had plenty of time to think,” Azriel snapped at his High Lady, causing Rhys’s head to shoot up with a warning glare. 

“Watch your tone,” Rhys bit back at him.

“Fuck you, Rhys!” Azriel slammed his scarred hands down on the desk between them. “I’m going and I swear to the Gods if you try to stop me, I’ll rip your throat out!” 

“No, fuck you, Azriel!” Rhys yelled, standing up to his full height. “Stop acting as if you’re the only one affected by this! She was my sister long before she was your mate! Maybe if you hadn’t gone behind my back—” 

“Maybe if you hadn’t made us make that stupid bargain with you in the first place, we would’ve never had to! I could’ve had centuries with her. You stole all those years from us!” 

The second the bond snapped between him and his mate, Azriel swore he lived a whole lifetime. A whole lifetime they hadn’t been afforded. It had all flashed right before his eyes. His mate…His beautiful mate. She deserved so much better than this and as soon as he got her back in his arms, he would give her the whole world. He'd tear the sun from the sky if it would make her happy. 

“Guys, stop! This fighting between the two of you has only made things worse! Fight all you want once we get Y/n back, but you need to focus. Both of you. For her sake,” Feyre snapped.

Azriel ran a hand through his hair, letting out a noise of frustration. His shadows swarmed around him like a monsoon—screaming his mate’s name over and over again in agony. “You don’t understand, Feyre. Every single time I feel her…during those tiny moments she slips through to the bond…all I feel is her pain. He’s torturing her. How am I supposed to sit here while my mate is being tortured?” 

He turned away from them, unable to look at Rhys any longer as a few tears slipped down his cheeks. He had completely and utterly failed his mate. Had let her get into the arms of an enemy. This was all his fault…all of it. She would’ve never even ran away from Velaris if he had never tried to move on with Elain last year. He put those thoughts in her head and there was nothing he regretted more in his life. He had never wanted Elain. He had never even wanted Mor. He had tried, when he thought Rhys’s sister was off limits, to move on. But he had never, ever stopped loving her. He had never felt anything for anyone other than her. 

And she had been ripped away from him before they could even have a life together. 

“That’s it,” Rhys whispered from behind him. “I don’t know why I didn’t think of it sooner.”

“What?” Azriel snarled, whipping around. 

“You said you can feel her sometimes—through the bond, right?”

Azriel nodded his head, crossing his arms. 

Rhys stroked his jaw in thought. “He must be drugging her with faebane. But not consistently. There must be small moments when it wears off before he gives her another dose. That’s why you can feel her sometimes.” 

“Where are you going with this?” Feyre asked.

“We can use the mating bond to tell us when to act,” Rhys explained. “When Azriel can feel her, we know her magic is regenerating. We should stop looking at this as battle and more like a stealth mission. We bait Koschei into coming to the water’s edge the moment Azriel feels my sister down the bond—act like we are declaring war. Keep him distracted long enough for her to get back most of her power. Meanwhile, Azriel can slip into the cabin, release her from whatever binds he has her in and get her out.” 

“What about the wards around the cabin? No one can winnow in or out. Even Az’s shadows might set it off.”

“I’ll have to get inside without using any magic,” Azriel said. “I can do it. I can get to her. As long as you keep him distracted and buy me enough time.” 

“Helion has given Y/n some lessons on setting and breaking wards,” Rhys added. “Once she sees you, once she realizes she’s being saved, she can start working on breaking them so she can winnow the two of you out.” 

“And you trust that she’ll be able to do that?” Feyre asked. 

Rhys let out a long sigh. Azriel knew how much it would pain him to have to force his sister to save herself. Rhys had always been the one doing the heavy lifting for their family, always keeping his sister as protected as he could, especially after she almost died. But he couldn’t save her this time. 

He’d need to have faith in her.

“She can do it,” Azriel declared, full of confidence in his mate’s abilities. “She is not that little girl in the woods anymore, Rhys. You’ve trained her. I’ve trained her. She is more than capable of this.”

“I know she’s not,” Rhys whispered. “She hasn’t been. Not for a long time. And I’m sorry, Azriel, I truly am. You’re right. I should’ve never forced you to make that bargain.”

“Save your apology for when I get my mate back,” Azriel spat out. Maybe it was unfair, but he was not ready to accept any apologies from Rhys. He wasn’t sure he’d ever be. 

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If their plan worked, Azriel would have his mate back in his arms, back in Velaris, safe and sound by tonight. It had to work. It had to work because there was no way he could go through another sleepless night in an empty bed. He needed her like he needed the air in his lungs; he simply could not live without her. He would either be back in Velaris tonight with his mate or six feet under because he wasn’t leaving this damn lake without her. 

The Valkyries are ready, Az. 

Rhysand’s voice in his head caused his fists to clench. He was not any closer to forgiving him than he was yesterday but that was a problem for a different day. Right now they’d have to work together to get his mate back and nothing would stand in his way, certainly not his own pride. 

The plan was simple in theory. They had decided to use Koschei’s weakness against him—females. Some of the Valkyries were willing to help and he trusted their training. If things went correctly, they wouldn’t even need to fight. 

Azriel was crouched, hiding and waiting for the mating bond to begin singing again. He hated that he couldn’t just rush in and take her. Hated that she was likely being tortured as they sat out here waiting for the right moment to begin their plan. Azriel was used to having to wait around like this. It was a part of his job, after all. But right now, it was excruciating. 

But finally… finally he felt it. That tiny spark. That gold thread reforming. 

It’s time, Rhys. 

Okay, wait for the signal. 

They had to lure Koschei out. He couldn’t see though because he was waiting behind the cabin on the other side of the lake, ready to fly to one of the landings so he could sneak his way inside. 

Alright, we’ve got his attention. Good luck, Azriel. Bring my sister home but make sure you come home too.

He couldn’t promise his brother that. He wasn’t leaving here without her, no matter what happened.

I will. 

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A noise caused you to look up despite the pain the movement caused. Your eyes widened in surprise as a shadowed figure stood in the doorway, blue light emitting from their form. Your vision was going in and out of focus, blurring everything. You blinked one…twice…

The person finally stepped into the light. 

“Az?” You wheezed out.

Azriel swore and rushed forward until he was right in front of you, holding your face in his hands. He was speaking but you couldn’t hear anything through the ringing in your ears. You must be hallucinating. There was no way Azriel was really here in front of you. It was not possible…

“—can you hear me, baby? Fuck, we’ve got to get you out of these chains.”

“Az,” you rasped again, “Is…is this real? Are you real?”

His beautiful hazel eyes met yours again, the emotion swimming in them threatening to tear your heart right out of your chest. Pain, rage, desperation, guilt. Your eyes flooded with tears of relief.

“I’m real. I’m here with you, baby,” he said, rubbing your cheeks with his thumbs. “I’m going to get you out of these chains, okay? And then I’m going to get you out of here.” 

“H-how?” you stuttered out because you had no idea how he was standing here in this cabin when it seemed like an impossible feat. 

“Later. I'll explain later. Do you think you can start trying to take down the wards around this place?”

"I'll try," you whispered but your magic had barely started regenerating. The wounds on your back weren't even beginning to heal yet.

The sound of a door slamming open rang through the house. You let out a whimper and Azriel’s eyes widened in fear as he looked at you but not fear for himself…fear for you. 

“Fuck, we’ve got to go. Now,” he said, frantically. 

The fear in his eyes faded to cold, hard rage and he grabbed the chains above your head and yanked them apart with his bare hands. You collapsed to the ground, crying out in pain, your legs unable to hold you. Azriel caught you on the way down, kneeling with you.

“I’ve got you, babygirl,” he whispered. “I’ve got you.” 

You could still feel the wounds on your back bleeding, some ripping open as you curled in towards Azriel. Your head was still pounding, your body still in agony. Azriel wrapped his arms around you and helped you stand up, letting you lean your entire weight against him. Stomping footsteps were coming down the hallway, almost to the room you were being kept in.

“We need to get out of here,” he was frantically whispering, his hands holding you by the upper arms, your wrists still in cuffs with a bit of the chain attached. 

You stood on shaky legs, raising your head to see Koschei standing in the doorway, his face twisted into a grin that sent chills down your spine.

“Az!”

Azriel twisted around, his wings flaring out protectively to block you just as Koschei sent a blast of dark magic careening your way. It came at the two of you so fast, Azriel was unable to throw up a shield.

You were able to yank Azriel behind a stack of crates just as the wave of darkness clipped his wing. He let out a cry of pain, his entire body tensing as the darkness ripped through tendon and bone. You nearly cried out with him as the wing that was hit fell limp.

“Did you think you could fool me with your little plan, shadowsinger?” Koschei purred out as the two of you hid behind the crates. “Did you think I’d let you steal my pet? You’re a fool!”

Despite the agony he was in, Azriel twisted the two of you around, covering your whole body with his. Another blast of darkness caused the crates in front of you to explode to pieces, sending splinters of wood flying that pierced through any exposed skin and you let out a tiny scream of fear. 

Azriel pulled you up and helped you run further back in the room, unable to leave with Koschei blocking the door. Another blast of magic hit the both of you just as you ducked behind a rack of the weapons and tools Koschei had been using to torture you with. 

You cried out in pain, your jaw smacking against the floor with a sickening crunch. Blood filled your mouth as you pushed yourself up, your whole body aching, turning to make sure Azriel was okay. 

But Azriel had taken the brunt of the hit, shielding your body as much as he could. A deep laceration cut across his torso, blood seeping over his leathers. His body was tense, his wing still limp on the floor. You knew he was holding back his cries of pain for your sake. 

The sorcerer strided into the room, leisurely, as if this was at most a minor inconvenience to him. Darkness seeped from his figure, tendrils running along the floor towards the two of you. 

“I’m going to distract him,” Azriel whispered to you. “You need to make a run for it. The Valkyries will be waiting for you, okay? They’ll help get you home.”

“No,” you cried out, clinging to the front of his leathers. “I’m not leaving you behind, Azriel!”

Azriel stroked your hair, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You’re going to have to, princess. I need you to get out of here, do you hear me? Get out of here and go as far away as you possibly can. The others will find you, I promise.”

Tears filled your eyes as he held your face with such care and tenderness. His own eyes were filled with that same cold rage and a heavy resolve. You shook your head rapidly.

“I’m not leaving you, Azriel,” you repeated. 

“Why don’t you come on out, shadowsinger?” Koschei called out, his voice filled with amusement. “You can fight me for the girl. I’ll even let you make the first move.” 

Azriel was the most powerful warrior you knew but even he would be no match for a Death God. Facing Koschei would mean certain death and by the way Azriel was staring at you, he knew that. His eyes traced over your entire face as if he were committing it to his memory. 

“I’m so sorry, princess,” he whispered to you, his thumbs stroking away your tears. “I’m sorry for ever making that bargain that kept me away from you but I want you to know that even after all those years, it has always—will always—be you that I love. You were my first and only love and I’m so sorry that I can’t give you the life you deserve. I will find you in the next one, I promise, even if I have to crawl my way out of hell to get back to you. Even if I have to tear apart the universe, I will find you. You are my mate and even death can’t take that away from us. I love you. I will always love you.”

“Azriel,” you choked out, your fingers tightening on his leathers, but he simply placed his hands over yours and lightly tore them from him. “Az, you can’t—”

Azriel cut you off, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. A kiss full of love and despair. You tasted your salty tears through it, tears that kept pouring at the realization that this was the very first kiss the two of you shared that didn’t cause him any pain.

And it would be your last. 

Azriel stood up as much as he could, his right wing still dragging along the floor. Bruises were appearing on his jaw, blood still poured from the wound on his chest. 

“Azriel, no!” 

You reached out for him, to yank him back, but he stepped away, exposing himself to Koschei.

“Look at you,” Koschei said with a grin, “So ready to die for your love. I’m going to enjoy killing you in front of your mate.”

“Fuck you,” Azriel snarled as he spat out some blood. “If I’m dying here then I’m dragging you to hell with me.” 

Shadows exploded from Azriel in a swirl of never ending darkness that launched itself towards Koschei. But Koschei’s own darkness seemed to absorb it and grow in size before he sent it careening back to Azriel. It burned through the blue shield Azriel had thrown up and knocked straight into him, sending him flying through the room until he collided with the back wall which nearly buckled under the force. 

You screamed out for him, trying to stand but falling once again. You were dehydrated, starved, and beaten within an inch of your life but you pushed your body as much as you could, using the edge of the table to help you stand as Koschei stalked towards your mate.

Azriel had wanted you to disable the wards....If you could do that, if you could tear them down, you could try winnowing to Azriel so the both of you could winnow away before Koschei killed either of you. You were wheezing as you forced yourself to stand and concentrate. You had to do this. You had to get Azriel out of here.

Koschei descended on him once again and they began a battle of shadows and darkness. You could hardly keep track of either of them as they began to disappear and reappear in other places with their shadows, each taking shots at each other. You winced at every noise of their magic colliding, winced at every brutal hit Azriel took from the Death God. 

You could feel more of your magic renewing itself, the open wounds on your back finally starting to heal. As more and more pain wore off, you focused your energy into tearing down the wards, trying to drown out the sound of the fighting in the room for now. 

It was like an intricate spider web of silver light. One you'd have to disentangle carefully to not trigger. You had no idea what sorts of traps lay in the magic around this place. So strand by strand, piece by piece, you worked on taking it apart. It just had to be enough, enough to give you a small window of opportunity. 

You heard Azriel cry out and your focus slipped for a second. You frantically looked over your shoulder and screamed his name as Koschei slammed him into the ground a few yards away. His condition had worsened, his face had gone pale from all the bloodloss, less shadows seemed to be swirling around him as his magic weakened from all the use. You had to hurry. 

“Go,” he rasped out, glancing your way. “Y/n, go—run!”

But you wouldn’t…couldn’t. You couldn’t leave him to face this alone. 

You tried to remember everything from your lessons with Helion on spellcleaving. Tried to remember how to spot what strand to pull and when, as if the ward was a symphony of sorts and you were playing its violin. One after the other. Twisting and pulling each and every way until finally… finally, you were able to carve out a small hole. But it needed to be bigger. Big enough to winnow through.

Suddenly, something sharp struck within your chest and you fell to your knees in pain, losing your concentration. You clutched at your chest, your heart feeling like it was tearing itself into two. A feeling of dread and terror washed over you when you realized the mating bond that was beginning to fray as life was being sucked from Azriel. Another stab of agony made you crumble all the way to the ground, crying out.

You looked up to see Azriel on his knees in the center of the room. His breathing was heavy and slow, he was covered in his own blood, his leather armor torn to pieces and bruises decorated his beautiful face. His wings were slumped on the ground, the right one still nearly shredded. And above him stood the Death God, his darkness wrapped around your mate's throat, ready to squeeze the remaining life out of him. 

Time seemed to pause in that minute—like the whole world was about to collapse in on itself. The breath was sucked right from your lungs. The very fiber of your being was crying at the sight of your mate on death's door, ripping itself apart as you felt his pain like it was your own. Your hand inched on the ground towards Azriel as you weakly called out his name. 

His head turned slightly, his eyes widening as he realized you hadn’t ran away like he had hoped you did. That you were still here with him. He shook his head at you, unable to speak, trying to will you to get up and make a run for it before it was too late. But you would die here with him, because no part of you wanted to live without him. 

They always say your life flashes before your eyes when you're on the brink of death. 

But that is not what happened. 

Instead, a life you never lived did. 

A private mating ceremony with Azriel, declaring your love for each other as a priestess tied a ribbon around both your hands, linking you forever. Azriel painstakingly building a small cottage for you on the edge of Velaris with his own hands just because the ones you toured weren’t like the one you had dreamt of. A life where you and Azriel were together, mated and married, living in that cottage on the outskirts of Velaris. You and Azriel on a balcony watching starfall as he gently placed a hand on your round belly. Azriel with his arms wrapped around you, pressing kisses to your neck as you watched two children who resembled the two of you running through the tall grass in the meadow behind your home. 

A whole life that they two of you could've had. A life that was stolen from you because of a bargain made three hundred years ago. A life you would never get to live because this would be your ending. Two lovers torn apart for centuries, finally able to be together as they wished only to met their demise before their life together even began. 

No.

No.

You pushed yourself up on shaky arms, crawling on your hands and knees towards your mate.

No.

This would not be your ending. You wouldn't allow it. No, too much had been stolen from the two of you and this...this was not how your story together would end. 

You channeled all your magic, pulling from the depths of your soul, pulling from parts of yourself you didn't even know existed, all the way down to the core of your being. You were the Princess of Night—a child of night and shadow, for Gods’ sake. A child born with the darkside of the moon in her. A child blessed with magic. You pulled and pulled at your darkness until it was pouring out of you, seeping from your skin and bones. 

It lurched forward and slammed into the Death God, pushing him away from Azriel—away from your mate. 

Death would not have him today because he was yours. 

Azriel fell forward onto his hands, gasping for air. You stood up, limping over to Azriel and standing in front of him, glaring at Koschei. You didn’t have any armor on, still in the tattered night gown with your wrists shackled together, didn’t even have a weapon, but you had your magic back and it would have to be enough. 

Koschei chuckled, standing up and dusting himself off. Although he had brought Azriel to his knees, the Death God hadn’t escaped without injuries of his own, a testiment to Azriel’s power. 

“You know,” Koschei said, striding towards you. “I thought we’d have more time together—you and I. But it seems like you’re more trouble than you’re worth, child. So now, I shall end you and your mate. Hm, two mates dying together, how romantic.”

“Fuck you,” you snarled, your darkness curling around your form. Azriel was weakly calling out your name from behind you, his hand reaching to grab you so he could push you away but you didn’t let him. 

“You know, this is the most excitement I’ve had in a long time. I’m feeling rather charitable so I’ll offer you this—become one of my swans and I’ll let your mate go.”

Azriel let out a growl from behind you that nearly shook the room but you stepped forward, as if considering it. Koschei’s body relaxed, thinking the fight was over, like you hoped he would. 

But the darkness that was curling around you shot forward like a chain and wrapped itself around his neck before he could deflect it. You yanked on it, causing him to choke as he fell to his knees—in the same exact position he had Azriel in before. 

His hands clawed at the darkness but you didn’t let up, not for a second. Not as that life you dreamed about replayed in your mind over and over again. Not as you thought of Azriel, your mate. No, you wouldn’t let up. You sent all your hatred, all of your anger into that darkness. 

Your darkness spread around the Death God and started shoving its way into him from all orifices, his ears, his mouth. Everywhere until he was being consumed by it. 

“You should’ve never laid a hand on my mate,” you growled at the Death God who was gasping for air and then you yanked your rope of darkness tighter and tighter—ignoring the agony you felt as your magic burned through you until your well was drained entirely. 

Koschei’s eyes rolled to the back of his head and he slumped over finally—crashing to the floor. He…he wasn’t dead. You could still hear his faint heartbeat but he was out cold. You let out a breath of relief.

“P-princess…” 

You whirled around as Azriel rasped your name. His hazel eyes met yours for a second, blinking lazily before they closed and he fell to the ground. You let out a cry of alarm and rushed for him, falling to the ground next to him. You wrapped your arms around his limp body, pulling him into your lap. His breathing was labored, heavy. His heartbeat barely audible.

“Azriel,” you cried, brushing some hair from his face. “Come on, baby. Don’t—you can’t…you can’t do this to me. Wake up, please!”

His eyes blinked open for a second and some of your tears fell on his cheeks. You pressed a hand to the deepest wound on his torso, trying to stop some of the bleeding. 

“H-hey, princess,” Azriel choked out, a soft smile on his lips, still in a haze. 

“Hey, shadowsinger,” you whispered, smiling at him weakly. 

“You’re…,” he coughed, a bit of blood dribbling from his lips. He was in bad shape. You needed to get him to a healer. Now. “You’re touching me.” 

“I am,” you choked on your own sobs, running your hand down his face. You tried to reach out to your brother through your mind. You didn’t have enough magic left to winnow the both of you out of here. 

Rhys…Rhys, please, I need you! 

“Y-you’re touching me,” Azriel repeated, his eyes closing. “And i-it feels like…heaven.”

You couldn’t help the bittersweet laugh that escaped as you wiped at the tears still pouring down your cheeks. 

Dove, I’m here! Are you okay? Where is Azriel?

“Az, I need you to stay awake, okay? Can you open your eyes for me? Please, baby, just for a little longer.”

He’s here with me but he’s in bad shape, Rhys. I don’t have any magic left. I can’t get us out of here. Please…I don’t know what to do.

“Mm…‘mm so tired,” Azriel slurred out. 

“I know, baby, but you’ve got to stay awake. Just for a bit and then you can rest as long as you want to, okay?” 

I’m coming, dove. Hold on. 

You let out a sob as Azriel’s eyes shut again and his breathing slowed. “No, you can’t do this! You can’t leave me, Az. Not when I finally have you. Come on, baby, wake up!” 

Darkness swirled around the cabin and for a second, you thought Koschei had woken up but you sobbed even harder as your brother finally emerged from it. Rhys glanced at the passed out Death God before he saw you holding Azriel on the floor. 

“Rhys, please! Please, he needs a healer,” you cried.

Your brother’s eyes widened at the sight of his shadowsinger. He rushed forward, falling to his knees beside you.

“Let me take him,” your brother whispered. You didn’t want to let your mate go but you knew you couldn’t lift him. “It’s okay, dove. Let me help him.”

You passed Azriel over to him, watching your brother take your mate into his arms and lift him off the floor. You stood on shaky legs, your own vision beginning to blacken as the exhaustion of all the magic use finally caught up to you. The last thing you remembered was Rhys winnowing the two of you to some makeshift camp away from the lake and crying out for Azriel before darkness consumed you. 

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One week later

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The sound of the door opening stirred you from your slumber. You sat up with a groan, your back aching because of the way you had fallen asleep—hunched over in a chair, next to Azriel’s bed where he still lied unconscious, as he had been since the day he’d help you escape from Koschei’s grasp. 

You blinked the sleep from your eyes, taking notice of your brother in the doorway. He hesitantly stepped inside the room, closing the door shut behind him softly. You hadn’t spoken to him since you had woken up a week ago. Not when he was part of the reason for all of this, for ever making Azriel stay away from you. 

And he knew he deserved your resentment and had kept away for the most part. But you noticed how sometimes after falling asleep you’d wake up with a blanket thrown around your shoulders that smelled like him or there’d be food waiting for you on the bedside table that you knew came from him. 

You grabbed Azriel’s hand, squeezing it lightly. You felt comforted by his warmth. Madja wasn’t able to tell how long it would take for Azriel to heal. He had taken a lot of damage, all of it mostly internal because of Koschei’s magic, and that was taking far longer to heal. 

You were so scared he’d never wake up. So scared that you never left his bedside. You'd sit here for the rest of your life if you had to. 

Rhysand was staring down at Azriel’s limp body, his eyes swimming with tears. You could see the guilt he felt written all over him. He’d almost lost someone he’d considered his brother because of that stupid bargain he’d made him make. 

He came around the side of the bed until he was standing beside you, resting a hand on your shoulder. Part of you wanted to cringe away from his touch but another part also just really needed him as a brother right now. 

“I am so sorry, dove,” he whispered. “Making Azriel make that bargain with me is something I’ll regret for the rest of my life. I’m so sorry I kept you away from your mate. I’m so sorry for ever thinking it was my right to control who you loved. I understand if you never want to talk to me again—if you hate me now.”  

A moment of silence passed before you stood and looked at him. “Rhys, you fucked up. You really did. I know you were traumatized after mother died—after I almost did, too. What you did has caused me and Azriel so much pain and maybe I’ll be mad at you for it for the rest of our lives but I Rhys, you’re my brother. I could never hate you.”

A small sob escaped from his lips before Rhys pulled you into a warm embrace. You crumbled into your brother’s arms, seeking a type of comfort only he could provide. Your own tears slipped down your cheeks. 

“I’m so sorry, dove. I’ll keep apologizing until I can’t speak. When Azriel wakes up, whatever you guys want, it’s yours—all of it.” 

“I’m so scared, Rhysie,” you cried, burying your face in his chest. “I’m so scared he’s not going to wake up. I’m so scared I’ll never get to talk to him again…” 

“Azriel is the strongest person I know,” Rhys whispered into your hair. “He’s going to wake up, dove. As long as you’re here, he will fight his way through whatever is keeping him from you. He’s going to wake up.”

“I never even got to tell him how much he means to me. I never told him how much I love him or how ready I am to accept the mating bond. I never…I never—”

You fell into a fit of sobs again, unable to even speak. Rhys held you tightly, stroking your back. 

“He knows, dove. He knows how much you love him. And you’ll get the chance to tell him, okay? You will.” 

But all you could do was pray to the Gods that you would get that chance. 

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A few more agonizing days passed by. Days that seemed longer than the span of your entire life. Days spent next to Azriel’s bedside, praying each and every morning that this would be the day he finally woke. You didn’t lose hope, you couldn’t because just the thought of him never waking up would send you into a spiral so deep, there’d be no pulling you out of it. 

You let out a sigh and dropped your head into your hands. 

Is this how he felt while you’d been chained in Koschei’s cabin?

You still felt so guilty…guilty that you hadn’t trusted Azriel’s reassurances that there was nothing between him and Elain, guilty that you had fallen for the Prince’s cruel trap. If you had just trusted your mate, he wouldn’t be lying here after nearly dying for you. 

“P-prin…p-princess?” 

Your heart leaped to your throat and you looked up so rapidly, you almost cracked your neck. Azriel blinked at you in a daze. His eyes held confusion as he glanced around, realizing he was in his room back at the House of Wind. His beautiful hazel eyes met yours again, glowing gold in the soft faelight. 

“Azriel,” you breathed out, reaching forward to grab his hand. “You’re…you’re awake.” 

“I-I think I am,” he said, his words still slurring a bit. “But you’re touching me and I’m not in pain and normally this usually only happens in my dreams.”

You smiled through the tears sliding down your face, tenderly cupping his cheek. 

“You’re awake,” you replied. “You’re awake and I’m here, touching you and it doesn’t hurt because the bargain has been broken. You are my mate, Azriel.”

A dopey smile took over Azriel’s face. “I’m your mate.”

You nodded with a small laugh. “You’re my mate, Azriel. And I am yours.”

“You are mine,” he repeated softly, then lurched forward like all of his memories finally came back. You jumped into action, helping him sit up.

“Careful,” you said. “You’re still healing. You’ve been asleep for a little over a week now.”

“What! W-what happened?”

You brushed some of his hair from his forehand, running your fingers through it. Now that you could touch each other without causing him pain, you weren’t ever going to stop. He leaned into your touch, looking up at you with such reverence and love, it caused your cheeks to turn pink. 

“I kind of…lost it when Koschei was about to kill you,” you finally answered, your voice a mere whisper. “My magic erupted and I choked him out. I didn’t kill him but it gave us enough time to get out of there. I broke the wards like you told me to and my brother came for us.” 

“Are you telling me that my mate choked out a Death God?” He grinned at you and you lightly smacked his shoulder. 

“It’s not funny, Az. You nearly died! Do you know how awful this past week has been? I…I thought I might never talk to you again. I thought you might never wake up!” 

Azriel lifted your hand and pressed a kiss to your palm. “I know, babygirl. How do you think I felt all those days you were trapped with Koschei? I wanted to get you the minute he shadowed you away but Rhysand wouldn’t let me go.” 

Well, Azriel using your brother’s full name told you exactly how he was feeling towards his High Lord at the moment. 

“I’m glad he didn’t,” you said, sternly. “You would’ve died and I would’ve given up. The only thing that kept me going in there was the thought of you, Azriel. The thought that maybe, maybe I could find my way back to you.” 

Azriel wiped at the tears falling from your eyes, gently. “I’m so sorry, princess. I’m sorry for everything.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for. I wouldn’t change a single thing if it meant that the mating bond finally snapped between us…if it meant that I could have you now.” 

“I’m yours in any way you want me, princess,” Azriel reaffirmed, yanking you down onto his lap and wrapping his arms around you despite your protests because of his injuries. He placed a kiss on your forehead. “I’m yours from now until always.” 

You pulled away to look him in the eyes, your heart pulsing at everything you found in them. 

“And I am yours, Azriel,” you whispered. “I wouldn’t want it any other way.” 

He smiled, fully smiled. “Good, because I’m never letting you go.”

And then he pressed a passionate kiss against your lips. A kiss free of pain. A kiss that was full of every single emotion he felt towards you—admiration, craving, devotion, but above all else, love.

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

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[meowpupp]

Lord have MERCY THE PRIXE PUPPYGIRL FIC IS KILLING ME 😍😍😍

May i please request a price with his puppy girl fic, but she is in heat? Poor little reader cant take care of it without him :((

this isnt super edited but we ball.

tw// spit play, hyrbid smut, uhhhh idk

ownerprice! who comes home from work to find his poor pup splayed out on her back, legs spread, stuffing her cunt with two of her fingers. his poor girl, all achey and sore. you drip slick, the sticky fluid running down your thighs and ass.

part of him wants to scold you. you're a smart girl, well-trained and obedient, and yet you've soaked the bed with your fluids. another part of him melts, your teary face and puffy cunt making his heart ache. he watches you from the doorway for a moment longer, before stepping inside the room. 

“oh poor pup, i know, i know,” he reaches forward, gripping your ankles, pulling you towards him. he spreads your thighs, exposing your sore cunt. his fingers, still clad in his work gloves, gently rub circles on your clit, fabric making your poor cunt sting slighty, “my poor girls in heat- thinkin with her cunt hm? tell me pup, what do you need?”

he does let up, even as you yap and whine for his cock, making you beg until tears are streaming down your face (which doesn't take long.) he circles your swollen clit, occasionally pinching it as he makes tortures your poor body. its only when youre in hysterics, crying and throbbing for his cock that he decides to take mercy.

a hand cups your face, kissing away the tears as he grinds the rough material of his jeans against your soaked cunt. it hurts, poor body sensitive and twitchy. “im sorry sweetheart, such a mean owner aren't i?” he reaches down with his other hand, squeezing at the fat of your hips, gliding his hand along your pudge as he moves to roughly grope your tits. “shhh, shh, i got you pup. gonna stuff your cunt real full, fuck you real good.”

the hand on your face slides down to your throat, the other leaving your tits to unzip his jeans. he laughs at you as you buck and squirm, hands reach up to claw him closer, begging and whining for him to fuck you, fill you, breed you. 

when he does stuff you full with his fat length, price is mean. He fucks you like a toy, hips slamming into yours as he buries himself in your cunt. his eyes dont stray, train on your cockdrunk expression, how your mouth parts, tongue slightly sticking out and eyes half lidded as you moan. He grips your jaw, forcing your lips to part further so he can spit a fat glob of salvia onto your tongue. grinning as your cunt squeezes down around him.

his hands move to grip your waist, holding you still, thrusting as deep as possible. “yeah- fuck- feel better pup? just needed something in that desperate little cunt. cant go five minutes without cock, huh?” 

you cant reply, mind focused on the delicious stretch he provides, “such a desperate pup,” hes panting now, fucking you harder, “sloppy cunt- fuckin hell, so fuckin tight”

he stuffs you full for the entire night, pumping load after load inside you. after four or five rounds, when you've lost your voice from begging and whining, he finally pulls out. 

a large hand splays over your tummy, forcing you to lay flat on the bed. your legs twitch when you feel something cold press against your fucked out cunt. “cmon now, take it like my good girl. can't have you leaking cum everywhere.” 

he slowly pushes inside a plug, letting you feel the slight burn. “there we go, good girl,” his thumb presses against your clit, rubbing slow circles, smearing some of his cum over your throbbing clit.  

[shotmrmiller]

I know I had already popped up earlier, but the last focus was about the PetAU, and it do be givin' me thoughts, though...

Just Mr Simon 'I'm never fuckin' jealous' 'Ghost' Riley finding a nice, pretty thing that he's been dating for a about, say.. a year and some months. He has Riley, sweet pup that he is, and he would have dropped you if Riley didn't like you. Thank the Gods that Riley found you acceptable, and you accepted the pooch back! Hurrah!

Yet.. a problem at the same time. Your attention was on the dog, telling the dog 'good boy', smooching the dogs face, giving the dog attention, attention, attention.. He wasn't fuckin' jealous.. So what is the reason why you come back home, having dropped Riley off at a few-day long doggy daycare at Simon's request, and find him on his knees, naked, wearing nothing but dog ears, a collar and- holy shit, was that a tail plug??

"Go on then, love. Tell me I'm a good boy."

this is so so tasty.

You've never mentioned it to Simon because you didn't want to scare him away with the fact that you liked to pet play, as both a pet and a handler.

But here he was, giving himself to you on a glistening silver platter, and there was no way you were going to pass this up.

He's your good boy, now— so you told him as such.

"You are just so precious." You crouched in front of his kneeled form and cupped his large face in your dainty hands. "Aren't you the most handsome pup ever? Hm?"

Simon's face flushes with the praise you shower him with— you can feel his skin warm under your touch— but you can't even control it now. The words spill from your mouth like water out of a faucet.

"Such a big, strong boy. You look like a wrestler, but I bet all the money in the world that you're a nuzzler. Just a soft, kind dog that wants love and attention, yeah?"

You're babbling at this point, but Simon is glowing under your admiration, and he looks so good on all fours. With a gentle, "Stay," you start to trail your fingers from his furry ears down— his spine arching under your touch and back muscles rippling under his skin— until you reach his thick tail.

"If this was real, I've no doubt it would be wagging, smacking me in the face. Isn't that right, handsome?"

Coiling the tip of his tail around two fingers, you give it a slight pull, and soothe him with a palm of your hand on his arsecheek when he hisses at the sensation.

"Oh, I know, sweetheart, I know. You look so good in this; I simply couldn't resist. Now sit for me, pup."

Simon sits back on his folded legs, hands resting in between his thick thighs, and you chuckle when you notice his erection at full mast, tip slick as it leaks precum.

"Want me to help you with that?"

He only stares at you, half-lidded eyes dark, swirling with lust.

"Speak."

Simon barks once.

"Good boy, handsome."

He can't stop the whine that slithers out from behind his clenched teeth when you wrap your hand around his fat, heavy cock and give him a squeeze.

Shushing him, you give him a few painfully slow pumps— skin bunching up on the upstroke— and press your thumb lightly on his slit.

"Your knees may be padded, but mine aren't," you hinted.

Getting up with a slight groan, a rub to your achy knees, and with one scrape of your nails on his head, you command him.

"Heel."

As you make your way towards the bedroom, the sound of his collar tinkling with each movement he makes sends a jolt to your throbbing core— arousal already dampening your knickers.

Simon barking is sending me into a tizzy i don't think you understand

[girlycocksleeve]

Description: A man turns a cuntboy into his perfect girlfriend

Tags: coerced detransition, abuse kink, misgendering kink, transphobia, rape

He met her through mutual friends. The moment he first saw her at the house party, it was obvious to him that she was a fakeboy, her binder not able to hide her tits, which must have at least been C cups judging by the curve of her shirt. She had a lower voice, although distinctly feminine, so he guessed she must’ve been on HRT.

They had exchanged numbers and talked for a couple weeks. He was older than her, 33 compared to her 22, and she had just moved to the city.

When he asked her out she was ecstatic, and they quickly planned a first date, then a second, then a third. He took her to a bar and got her drunk before taking her back to his place, pushing her up against the door and kissing her. She slurred out that she didn’t take her binder off for sex, and that she was anal only. He respected that the first time, fucking her ass would be good enough for now. She had protested at how big he was, had begged him to go slower but he just whispered “You feel too good baby, I can’t help it” and fucked her harder.

Once he was done she lay there dazed for a minute, cum leaking out of her ass, before starting and saying she needed to go home. He convinced her to stay the night, citing the lateness and her lack of sobriety, and then helped her out of her binder. He made sure not to ogle her tits, definitely bigger than a C cup, until she was asleep. At that point he was free to take pictures and videos, even parting her labia to play with her enlarged clit, sticking two fingers into her virgin pussy while she moaned.

She woke up hungover the next morning and he was there with crackers and water and ibuprofen, all gentle and sweet. She didn’t really remember the night before, but assumed her aching ass was because of him, which just turned her on. Before she left she asked to ride him. He expressed doubt, saying that she was too hungover, that she needed to rest, and she just begged, giving him a blowjob to try to convince him. It worked, and soon enough she was bouncing on his dick, tits bouncing as she hadn’t even thought to put on her binder. She left mid morning with a plug in her ass and her cunt dripping.

Before long she was opening up to him about her kinks. She wanted him to be rough with her, degrading and humiliating her. He acquiesced, making sure she knew the safeword by heart, and telling her to use it liberally.

He started to isolate her, making plans when he knew she was trying to see other friends. Driving wedges in between them, making scenes go on too long so that she would miss appointments.

One weekend he kept her denied, only letting her blow him without being allowed to touch her ass. He fed her aphrodisiacs and kept her watching porn so that her cunt stayed wet. After a couple days she was begging him to fuck her, saying she would do anything he wanted. He gave her two options: either he would fuck her ass without lube, or he would fuck her pussy. She hesitated before saying ass, crying out when the head breached her and immediately asked him to fuck her pussy.

“I don’t know, you asked for this.” He sunk another half an inch deep. The friction almost hurt with how tight she was.

“No, no, please, daddy. Please fuck my virgin pussy please I need your cock in my cunt.” He smiled as he drew back and pushed into her virgin hole. Tight and wet and he was immediately fucking rough into her, not giving her a second to adjust. She just moaned, breath catching on every thrust. He wondered if she was on birth control, but ultimately decided it didn’t matter as he came in her.

He made her clean her juices and cum off his dick before letting her cockwarm him for the rest of the day, fucking back into her pussy whenever he got hard. Eventually she came from it, clenching around him beautifully.

It was a few more weeks before he made another move. She was basically spending all her free time with him, and he had taught her that the minute she entered his apartment all of her clothes came off. That day he had her chained up, arms above her head while she was on her tippy toes. Nipple suckers had been on her tits for a good half an hour while he had flogged her ass, making her thank him for each one as her skin progressively grew more bruised. When he took the suckers off he immediately replaced them with clamps, and she instinctively shouted “No!”

She froze up, knowing that she wasn’t allowed to say that, and he tutted, yanking on the chain between the clamps so that she cried out. He then left the room, going to the atrium where her clothes were, grabbing her binder and scissors.

“This body is mine, understand?” He growled the words while yanking on the chain again, harder this time.

“Yes, sir. I’m sorry, sir. Please, daddy.” She was sobbing, either from pain or fear of punishment he didn’t know.

He held up her binder, made sure she knew what he was doing as he took the scissors to it. “If I ever see you wearing one of these again, I’ll whip your tits until they’re so swollen you won’t even be able to put one on.”

She just whimpered, “Thank you, sir.”

He fucked into her pussy afterwards, and she came when he told her what a good girl she was.

[sinsmockingbird]

*taps on mic* Hello ☺️ I leave a gift! 🏃‍♂️💨

Rahu growls in your ear, and her fingers harshly dig into your ass. If she holds onto you harder, you may bleed. She has you lifted enough so that her throbbing cock glides in and out of your weeping pussy with ease. All you could do was mewl and moan as you fist the bedsheets below you.

“That's it, baby. Take my cock like the whore you are.” Rahu's sudden braveness took you both by surprise. She's lost control of herself. The only thought she has is how to claim you and make you forever hers. Each look someone gives you makes her jealous, her need to make you forget every look that comes your way is heightened.

“I'll make you only desire me, no one else!” Rahu would growl in your ear, pushing you down against the bed with her body. She pumps so much cum into you it's unbelievable. She won't let a single ounce go to waste, scooping it up and shoving it deep inside of you. She even bought a special plug for the occasion, making sure none of it leaves you

HOLY SHIT CLAIRE- I was writing pt 2 for the PTN Women As Parents when you sent this in!! Your definitely helping my craving for her but I also think you made it unintentionally worse?! This was so beautiful and now I can't stop thinking things. You better know I'll be sending something in to you now to make you go crazy.

CW: Smut under the cut!

Rahu will have on your hands and knees, one hand pressing your head into the pillow under you while the other is digging into your plush ass. She's pressing herself flush against your back, her mouth right by your ear, letting you hear every growl, grunt, and dirty word she lets out.

It's not often that Rahu gets brave enough to treat you this roughly and suddenly. She's hesitant to ever initiate something sexual, but when she remembers how those girls were looking at you.... fuck she's gritting her teeth in anger and giving you a very harsh thrust.

"Mine," Rahu breathes against your ear, growling in anger as she sees their looks, her nails digging crescents into her skin, almost breaking the skin. "No one elses... no one's whore but mine!"

"R-Rahu-!" The pathetic whine you let out with her name leaving your lips has her groaning.

Her hips will stutter against you, cock sloppily slamming into your aching cock for only a few seconds before she's back to her ruthless, almost painful, pace. She'll move her other hand to your ass, giving it a sudden smack that has you crying more tears, before she's digging her nails into your other cheek.

You can feel Rahu's cum moving inside you, the load she's already released into you. You can feel a bit of it slipping out, and whenever this happens, she's letting out a frustrated groan and swiping it into her fingers before shoving it back into you, letting her fingers stuff inside you alongside her dick for only a brief moment.

"Can't. Let. Any. Go. To. Waste." Rahu grunts each word with a harsh and deep thrust, before letting out a high pitched groan as she buries herself inside you, pressing her body flush against you and pushing your upper body further into the bed.

You black out for a moment as she begins to cum inside you again, filling you up. She's shaking against your quivering body, whining as her cock throbs inside you. With shaky hanes she's gathering every bit of her cum that leaks out of your overfilled hole as she continues cumming.

Once Rahu finishes, she'll slowly slip out of you, a hand quickly cupping your sex as she tries to stop any of her cum from leaking out. She's leaning over to grab something from her night stand, pulling out a pretty little plug before moving to push it into you. The way your body jolts as soon as the plug pushes in, has her cock twitching.

Once she's done, Rahu is clutching your exhausted body against her's, her lips pressing against every bite mark littering your shoulders, while one hand caresses your stomach that's full of her cum.

"Mine... Mm sorry I just- just wanted to show you your mine." Rahu apologizes quietly, cradling your fucked out body gently against her, her sincerity of losing control apparent.

You whisper that it's okay before slipping into sleep, exhaustion from Rahu's fucking finally getting to you. While you sleep, she's holding you gently, getting up at one point to grab a warm washcloth to clean you up. The sight of the plug stuffed in your cunt making her chest well up with possessiveness.

[zeltqz]

In which ran is being gentle with children or something along those lines and reader in that moment is like get me pregnant now then smut 🫡

knocked up | ran haitani

content. breeding kink, creampie, unprotected sex, established relationship, daddy kink, shower sex

You never were much of a kids person. If someone asked you how many kids you wanted, your answer was already none really. 

Kids were fine, you didn’t hate them, you just didn’t care about them enough to ruin your body for nine months and push one out. 

But right now, looking at the sight of your boyfriend Ran Haitani playing with your little niece had you reconsidering your choice. You’d never seen your niece happier and though you should be fuming with jealousy right now that she prefers your boyfriend—who she’s only known for a day—over you, you can’t help but admire Ran making her laugh, lifting her in the air until she’s dying with laughter and begging to be put down, the sight of him baby talking her, carrying her—

It’s making you look at Ran in a different light. Men that know how to handle kids are so…hot. 

That’s why you can barely contain yourself when your sister comes over to collect her daughter; your adorable niece merely waving goodbye at you and instead runs over at full speed with those tiny legs of hers over towards Ran and hugs his leg tight before being escorted out of the house by her mother.

“I’m gonna go shower baby.” Ran loops a hand around your waist and pulls you in, pressing his lips to the side of your head. “I’ll meet you upstairs.”

“Okay,” you murmur, relishing his warmth beside you before its ripped away as he heads upstairs. You can hear the shower turn on minutes later and shift until you’re leaning against the wall, contemplating something.

Your pussy throbs, your hormones working overtime as you can only think about his cock filling and stuffing you to the brim, his cum slowly leaking out of your folds and soaking the sheets. Or maybe you want his cock to stay plugged inside your pussy, making sure not even a drop escapes and ensuring your chances of success.

With that, you’re heading up the stairs, into your shared bedroom and begin to strip, leaving a trail of clothes in your wake as you enter the bathroom. Your presence is silent, almost non existent as you slip into the shower behind Ran and loop your arms around his midsection. 

He gets startled at first but overcomes it easily, turning to look down at your head digging into the firm muscle of his back. Slowly, you kissed down the slope of his back before moving back up his spine.

“I want you s’bad Ran,” you whisper.

“Yeah? Show me.” He turns around to face you before you’re pouncing on him, sucking his lips in a desperate attempt of a kiss. 

He groans into your mouth, gripping onto your wet, slippery skin and presses you against the wall. He doesn’t tease, sliding his hands up and down your sides as his tongue licks into your mouth before cupping your breasts. Ran licks your bottom lip, circling his tongue over it and stroking at your tits, making your nipples pebble beneath his thumbs. 

Your fingers clutch at the wet tiles as Ran flicks your nipples with his fingertips. 

“I’m—” you start, “I want you so bad Ran.” Your hands loop around his neck as you stand on your tiptoes to whisper in his ear. “Want you to breed me so badly Ran please . I need it s’badly.” 

As if your words weren’t holding enough desire to slowly drive him to madness, you had to add the cherry on top, lowering your voice impossibly quieter as you practically breathe out, “Please daddy,” in his ear.

Then, suddenly, you’re being spinned around, Ran’s hips pressing into you, trapping you against the wall with a deep groan that has your stomach fluttering. You inch your head backwards to glance his way but he’s not looking at you. 

His brows are drawn in concentration as he nudges your legs apart with his knee, those big hands of his spreading your cheeks apart. The water dripping from the shower head makes its way to between your legs, giving him the leverage he needs to slip his finger inside you. 

One finger turns to two and he’s slowly scissoring you open, relishing in the feeling of your walls clinging and squeezing the length of his fingers. 

With his spare hand, he pulls your head back by your hair, until your back is arched painfully, until his lips are right beside your ear. “Call me daddy again baby. Wanna hear it.”

“Daddy please, fuck me.”

“Yeah?” The squelching sounds coming from your pussy every time his fingers thrusted in and out were so obscene , blood filling your ears as you pushed your hips back to feel him deeper.

“Yeah, fuck a baby into me, please—” 

You felt empty when he pulled his fingers out so abruptly but you were quickly filled to the brim with his cock seconds later, thrusting shallowly into you. He does it twice, heavy grunts spilling out from between his lips as he continues fucking into your tight, wet cunt.  

He pulls on your hair, tugging you back further and moans your name by your ear, lips brushing the shell of your ear as he fucks into you once, twice, the third thrust pressing you further into the wall. An inferno rose inside you as his cock slides thick and heavy between your legs.

“Ah! Ran!” you shout, scrabbling uselessly against the tiles to brace yourself against the force of his thrusts. 

“Good girl. Taking me so well, fuck,” Ran slaps your ass hard enough to sting. His hands creep up the sides of your body to cup your boobs, kneading them roughly, pinching your nipples painfully. They come alive beneath his touch, cradled in his strong hands.

It’s driving you crazy, the way Ran runs his tongue along the length of your jaw, sucking at your neck, biting your shoulder all the while piercing the deepest parts of you with his cock.

You feel the heat between your legs again, your orgasm searing its way up to your core. You whine as Ran starts fucking into you faster, his head thrown back in ecstasy. He slams into you without remorse, rolling his hips with abandon, grinding himself into your quivering flesh.

“So good—ah fuck—don’t stop Ran please !” you scream.

“My god, woman,” Ran pants as you clench around him, slamming your body against his. His hands join yours against the wall, cradling them in his big grip before moving them to lock around your neck. “Screaming my name like a whore ,” he whispers in your ear, tilting your head back till you’re looking at him. “Want my cum deep inside you don’t you baby?”

“Mhm-mhm—”

He slowly buries his tongue in your throat, sucking deeply in your mouth, sending a bolt of heat through your system. 

His whole body goes rigid, squeezing your throat tight enough that you feel your airways restrict. Spasms go through your abdomen as Ran grips you tighter and starts thrusting wildly. No matter how hard he bucks into you, he seems unable to penetrate deeper than he already has. Your limbs shake as your nerves fire off all over the place. Your knees give out under you as Ran pumps into you with so much force that it almost hurts to breathe, small whimpers escaping your throat.

The sensation becomes too intense, a deep burn in your groin that only grows hotter and hotter as your body gives in to its climax.

He slams into you a final time before releasing you with a satisfied sigh, pressing his forehead against your temple as he gently kisses the side of your face. You can feel his cum pulsating within you, a hot flush spreading through your body as he breathes heavily behind you.

He's about to pull out before you stop him. "Wait," you say, catching hold of him and pulling him closer. "Keep going." 

"What?"

"...I wanna get pregnant. I wanna have your babies," you whisper huskily into his ear, your arms tightening around him. 

Ran freezes, holding you close to him as he comes back down to earth. It takes a few moments for his mind to catch up with what just happened. "You were serious about that baby? I thought that was all talk." 

"No. I want it," you admit. "I changed my mind."

"You changed your mind...?" He sounds dazed and looks down at you to see nothing but pure seriousness on your face.

You nod. "Yeah."

"Well... okay," he says after a moment, kissing you once more before removing himself from you. As he moves away from you, his eyes meet yours, drinking in every little detail. "Gonna fuck you as many times as we need until you're knocked up."

[cloudyzeusy]

Typical Mornings ||

pairing: damian wayne X top reader

warning: smut

Damian was used to the quiet and peaceful mornings alone. And today was no different the rain in the background felt very relaxing.

Yeah it was quite lonely in his luxurious apartment but it was normal for him.

He made his usual cup of coffee in only his black underwear he was by himself after all so he doesn't bother. Grabbing the cup he made his way to his living room and was shocked by the sight.

"(m/n)! what are you doing here." He said happily he carefully placed the cup down before bounding over to hug his boyfriend of 4 years.

"Eh there wasn't much to do with my group so i came here early to surprise you. Plus we can spend extra time together." (m/n) smiled grabbing Damian's ass pulling him onto his lap.

Yes (m/n) was a villain but he only truly acted at night in his day to day he was a normal person who dated the famous Damian Wayne.

"Thats the first thing you want to do after we don't see each other for days?" Damian raised an eyebrow.

"Its my favourite thing to do with you, who can blame me with this ass of yours." He smirked lifting damian up carrying him to his bedroom.

Damian giggled letting himself be carried gleefully he was gently placed down on the bed. He watched as (m/n) undressed from his dark clothes and bit his lip.

"I missed this view."

"Yeah? and i missed fucking you." He hummed grabbing the lube and spreading some on his cock.

"Do i need to prep you?" (m/n) said taking off damian's underwear

"W-wait." He said trying to stop him as he remembered what laid underneath.

"You are wearing a plug? how naughty."

"What! i get horny too just hurry up and fuck me."

''As you wish." (m/n) smiled

He took out the plug and slowly entered himself in groaning at the immediate tightness. He waited for a bit to get Damian adjusted to his size before thrusting in pressing against his prostate.

"Shit you feel so good." Setting a constant pace inside Damian he had him in doggy making it easier to fuck him. As he grabbed Damian's hair pulling him back making him fully take the dick.

Damian could nothing but moan as he was fucked to an inch of his life cock leaking precum. He was too pent up and felt himself getting to his release already he tried to stop it but the stimulation felt too good it was the first time getting fucked in weeks after all.

"ngh ahh agh ugh."

"Its too mu-much." Damian whined.

"You can take it." (m/n) replied slapping his ass before jerking him off.

"mhm im gonna cum." Were his last words before he orgasmed eyes closing as he collapsed to weak to hold himself up. Despite this his boyfriend kept going using him as a fleshlight to get himself off. He was too fucked out to complain as he kept coming over and over.

"Maybe it was better when his boyfriend left. " Damian thought to himself as he finally felt his boyfriend tense up inside him reaching his orgasm.

"We should do this again." (m/n) whispered in Damian's ear .

"Fuck no!"

@wanessaferreira677

[etherealxwitch]

warnings: unprotected sex, anal play, begging, dirty talk, slight mean!steve, name calling

You were completely naked, exposed for Steve to gawk at you with his pretty eyes. His fingertips gently ran across your soft skin, causing goosebumps to rise and your nipples to harden.

“Look at you, honey.” He stood taller than you, looking down with hunger in his eyes like you were nothing but his prey. “You’re just so beautiful.”

Heat radiated off his body as he stood close to you, your bare chest barely touching his. “T-thank you.”

Steve moved around to your backside, hands wrapped around your waist before gliding up your stomach to cup your tits. He groaned as he felt how hard your nipples were, pulling and twisting at them.

You gasped under his touch, pushing your chest further into the palms of his hands. “God, you’re just so needy, aren’t you?”

Within a second, he had pushed you down to the bed, and that’s when he caught a glimpse of it. The pink jeweled plug sat nicely between your ass cheeks. You giggled to yourself as you turned your head to watch his eyes as they were glued to the plug, never leaving it.

“What is it, Steve?” You pushed your ass in the air and wiggled in slightly, causing Steve’s cock to jump in his pajama pants. “See something you like?”

He was on you like an animal. Big, rough hands spread your ass cheeks apart so he can get a better look at the plug, watch as it shines in the lamplight. “Jesus fuck- you’ve had this in the whole time?”

You felt your body heat and your cunt drip with need under his gaze. “Yes, do you like it?”

“Like it?” Steve brought his fingers down and pushed the plug in more, causing a whine to get stuck in your throat. “I fucking love it. Love that you’re such a dirty little slut who wants me to fuck each one of your tight holes.”

You couldn’t help but moan at his words. They seeped into your ears and made a home in your head as they played on repeat. “Please…”

Behind you, Steve pushed his pants down far enough to let his cock spring out, the tip leaking with precum. “Please what?”

The slick sound of his fist stroking his cock echoed off the walls making you clench around nothing at the thought of him fucking you.

“Fuck me, Steve.” You spread your legs wider for him, arching your back as you lay flat on your stomach. At this point, you didn’t care how desperate you sounded. You wanted to be all consumed by him. “I wanna feel you ruin my pussy and then fuck my ass until it feels like I’m being split in two.”

The bed dipped behind you as Steve positioned himself. He dragged the tip of his cock through your soaked folds, letting it catch on your swollen clit. “Yeah?” Slowly, he slid inside your cunt, letting you feel each vein as you clenched around him. “You gonna take my cock like a good girl?”

“U-uhuh!” You shoved your face into the pillows, moaning out his name like a prayer as he bottomed out. “I’ll take it all like a good girl for you, anything you want. I just wanna cum on your cock.”

Steve wrapped his fingers around the plug and gently pulled it out before letting spit dribble from his mouth and onto your puckered hole.

“Steve! Thank you, thank you.” You saw stars behind your eyelids as he used his spit to slide his thick thumb inside you. You’ve never felt so full before. “I- yes!”

You couldn’t think straight, every nerve ending on fire.

“Let’s see how well you take my cock in your pretty pussy, and then maybe I’ll fuck your ass.”