#so i am excited to pump this out... mmm.....

[ilovemylawyer]

hiiii omg i am absolutely in love with your evilive fics i need to chew concrete. i heard you take requests for fics? if it's true then can you pleaseeee consider writing one from ohjae's pov, about his thoughts in general about dyds and like him accidentally walking into doyoung's office while they're getting freaky and he sees his boss absolutely bottomed out, dongsoo notices him but doyoung doesn't and it just gets freakier!!! something like that, and i would love any type of interaction between ohjae and sangwoo i like that dude sm!

its totally fine if you aren't able to, thank you for all the work that you do for this fandom 🫂

HI!!!!! for some awful reason i do NOT get my notifs on tumblr mobile so HI apologies for the short delay in my response. HI!!!!! HELLO!!!

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!! and you heard correctly >:] i absolutely LOVE writing ohjae so i think this will be very fun >:3c i promise to provide you with:

✔️ OHJAE POV ✔️ OFFICE ✔️ FREAKY -> FREAKIER ✔️ SANGWOO

thank YOU for taking the time to drop this in my inbox <3 <3 i'm literally gonna get started on this right now. when i get reqs like this my motivation SKYROCKETS and i work fast and hard so i'll try not to keep you waiting too long <33

[bunnis-monsters]

NSFW

warning: teasing, prey and predator play

A/N: this is a kofi request~

As if being mated to a kitsune wasn’t hard enough, he had recently started playing tricks on you almost daily. Before you could handle the occasionally missing sock or jumpscare, but now he was practically bullying you.

When your kitsune wanted something, he always lowered his head and settled his nose on your knee, looking up through his eyelashes. Even though you were getting irritated with his mischievous behavior, you still loved the guy.

“Are you upset with me?” he asked, nosing your knee gently. “I’m just playing around… it’s boring being cooped up in here…”

You sighed, knowing he wasn’t wrong. There had been a sudden blizzard, leaving the two of you trapped in your small cabin by the woods for the time being.

“… I know. It’s just… it gets a bit annoying being nipped at and chased. I know you have a lot of energy, but-“

His attention was suddenly drawn away from the conversation, and he nearly leaped towards the window. There was a bird outside, and now that’s all he could think about.

You huffed, whining at him as he bolted to the window to scratch at it, his orange tail swaying behind him.

“You’re impossible…”

Though some would assume your mate was scatterbrained, he was actually quite clever. The tricks he played on you required him to be cunning and intelligent, and oftentimes you could never guess what he was going to do next.

Sometimes he enjoyed chasing you. He got the zoomies often, nearly bouncing off the walls as he gave chase. It was scary, yet strangely arousing to see him treat you like prey.

“Little bunny~”

He often called you that when he was feeling mischievous. Deciding to get it over with, you rolled your eyes and walked towards the bedroom.

He was completely bare, cock erect and twitching slightly as he nearly purred at the sight of you.

“I’ve missed you…”

“Y-you just saw me- wait, why are you naked!?”

He chuckled, crawling across the comforter, his tail swaying behind him as he reached you at the foot of the bed.

“All these questions… aren’t you pent up? You know, us kitsunes know a lot about the human body…”

He ran a finger down your side, making you shiver. His claw barely scraped your sensitive skin. “Mmm… you know, if I didn’t love you so much I’d just… devour you whole~”

He leaned forward to brush his sharp teeth against your neck. You could feel his cock press against your belly, the tip dripping precum. “… teasing me…”

A smile stretched out across his face, his fingers playing with the waistband of your panties. “Am I? Mmm, I don’t think I am. Maybe you’re just… a sensitive little thing. Most humans are…”

He bit down on your neck, causing you let let out a yelp of pain. His tongue lapped up your blood, his eyes narrowed as he groaned. “God… you make it so difficult, darling. Every woman I’ve ever met has ended up eaten by me… but now I’ve formed a mating bond with you…”

His fox ears twitched as he purred, pulling you into his lap so his tip could rub against your clothed cunt. “Pretty thing, making me so soft for you… oh, how excited I get when I chase you…”

Suddenly, he was pinning you down, letting out a yip as you struggled and squirmed. He loved watching you struggle like a helpless bunny beneath him.

Like prey.

“That’s it…” he murmured, keeping your wrists pinned above you with one hand as the other pulled off your panties.

“Keep struggling…”

He pumped his fingers in and out of you, cooing in a teasing manner as you whined. “Someone is being a needy little thing. You want more, hmm?”

You lip wobbled, and you lifted your hips to press into his hand, desperate for him. “Please…”

He purred at the sight of your desperation, pushing his cock into you without warning. His thrusts were fast and unforgiving, his fluffy orange tail swaying behind him.

You could only whimper and moan, squirming beneath him.

“Isn’t this what you wanted, princess? You wanted to be fucked like the helpless little prey you are, didn’t you? Can’t even talk…”

He pressed kisses into your neck as you came around him, milking his cock. The kitsune quite enjoyed teasing you, but after planting his seed in your belly, he always became incredibly soft.

“Sweet thing…” he murmured, kissing at the bites he left along your neck and shoulders. “You know I’d never eat you, right? You may be sweet, but I prefer to enjoy your taste through… different means…”

To repay all the reading, he dipped his head between your legs to lap up your juices and his cum. It all mixed together, and watching him taste his own cum was pretty hot.

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[squoxle]

hayy can I request Heeseung and yn hotel sex

Sex is always better in someone else’s bed, especially when you don’t have to clean up afterwards…

Who’s in the mood for a spicy hotel hookup? I know I am…

Room #216 ~ L.HS

𐙚pairing: stranger!heeseung x fm!reader | 𐙚wc: 950 | 𐙚plot: one night stand with Heeseung. | 𐙚cw:🔞MDNI!! SMUT!!! unprotected sex and dirty talk (hint of fluff at the end)

“Here’s your room key,” the man said, holding out a key card for the room you had just paid for…well, technically the room Heeseung paid for.

You met him a few hours ago at the club about 15 minutes from the hotel. Though you were in the healing process after a messy breakup, you weren't looking for a hotel hookup...

But he was so fucking hot. And you were so fucking horny. How could you pass up an opportunity like this?

You didn't know much about him other than the fact that he was single and had a singing gig at a jazz club. Oh, and that he was hot...as if that wasn't clear enough.

He held your hand as you walked with him down the hallway to the room. With a gentle beep, the door opened as he waved the key in front of the touchpad.

You felt a cool breeze hit your face as the door swung open. He didn't say a single word as he slammed you against the door, closing it with the force of his body on top of yours. He grabbed your face, sucking your lips in as he scrambled to lock the door as he kissed you, tugging eagerly at your hips, pulling you in closer to him.

You moaned softly as he moved down to your neck, biting you as he groped your ass. He started to grind his hip into you, lifting your leg up to wrap it around his waist before lifting you off the ground completely.

He walked you over to the king-sized bed, throwing your body down as he tore your legs apart. He pressed his clothed dick against your pussy before unbuckling his pants. He leaned down to kiss you as he stepped out of his pants.

You looked down to see his dick twitching in excitement as precum seeped from the tip. He pulled his shirt over his head as he slid your panties to the side. You threw your head back as he pushed his dick into you.

"Mmm!" you winced, covering your mouth.

"You okay?" he paused to make sure you were okay.

"Mhm, yeah I'm--AHH!!" you moaned as he bottomed in you.

"Don't worry, baby. I'll make you feel good," he hummed as he fucked your sloppy wet cunt. He raised your legs over his shoulders as he pounded into you.

You moaned as he pumped himself into you, stretching your pussy open. "D'you like that, baby? You like it when I fuck you like this huh?" he cooed.

"Mhm," you hummed as you bit your lip.

"It feels good, doesn't it? I know how to make my baby feel so fucking good." He was so big that you could feel him hitting your cervix as he pushed every inch of his big dick inside of you.

He picked you up, flipping you on your stomach before pulling you up by the hips. He lined his dick up with your ass as he pushed into your dripping wet pussy. "Ugh, fuck," you moaned.

"Mmm fuck, baby. You're so fucking tight," he groaned. "Ngh! Fuck I can feel your pussy gripping my cock. Ugh, I'm gonna cum" he moaned as he fucked you faster before pulling his dick out to spray cum all over your ass.

He climbed off the bed and walked around to the other side to shove his dick into your mouth. "Suck my dick like a good girl," he hummed as your head bobbed.

You gasped for air as he pulled his dick out. It was coated in your saliva and a stream of saliva kept you connected. "C'mere," he whispered as he climbed onto the bed. "I want you to ride me."

You climbed on top of him, slowly lowering onto his dick, feeling every inch going deep into your pussy. He threw his head back as you bounced on his cock.

You reached down to stimulate your clit as you rode him. You were coming closer to your high as he pressed his thumbs into your core. You could feel his dick even better with the added pressure. He was so thick, you felt him stretching you open as your pussy tightened around him.

You leaned back as you felt yourself getting ready to finish. "Uh uh, I wanna feel you cum on my cock," he groaned as he pulled you forward. You placed your hands on his chest, balancing your posture as he bucked his hips into you.

You whined as he fucked your cervix, breathing heavily as you lost all control. "That's it, good girl," he hummed as he gripped onto your ass. You fell onto his chest as he flipped you over onto your back.

Your legs hung over his shoulders as he pounded into you, making you cum all over his thighs.

This is usually the part where you fall asleep next to each other and wake up alone, never to see the other person again, but this was different.

Your eyes slowly fluttered open to see the sheets pushed to your side, covering your nudeness. You looked around, wondering if he was still there only to find a small brown bag and a note on the bedside table.

"Hey, sorry I had to leave you in bed like that...completely forgot I had work this morning. Anyways, I picked you up some breakfast. Hopefully you like donuts. And here's my number," You looked down to see his phone number written at the bottom of the paper.

"Maybe we can meet up again sometime. I really enjoyed hanging out with you last night," you held the paper to your chest as you opened the bag to see a pink-sprinkled donut and a few napkins.

❀ Thank you all so much for reading! Make sure to check out other works on my masterlist!

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[mustainegf]

Hi Elena poo my beloved 👅👅👅I have a yummy request for youuuu

Current! James (who has like I DONT WANT TO SAY TROUBLE BUT…. A difficult time getting it up all the way) is in a relationship with younger!reader (not that big of an age gap.) and the first time they do it together James realizes that he’s like OVERLY hard like really hard and since he hasn’t been like really hard since he was in his 40s-early 50s and so he gets really overstimulated when he’s like doing the deed with the reader and he gets embarrassed but like it’s okay❤️

Thank.

HI VONNIIEEEE!!!!!

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐘 ²⁰²⁴

I ran my hand up the very distinct bulge in James black jeans, feeling it throb from below the denim.

"Someone's real excited..." I tease giving his clothes member a playful squeeze.

"Shockingly."" he winced softly, groaning at the hardness.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I smirk at him, feigning offence.

"No,no... not like that... I mean uh— let's just say my age has restricted, um... my performance.." he stammers, going a deep red.

His age isn't something he hides, nor am I naive enough to think he wouldn't talk about it. Just hearing the thought of an older man still having sexual desires makes me wetter than ever.

"Clearly not this time around... you've got me so fuckin' hard baby..."

I run my hand over the crotch, cupping his length under his belt. My hand slides down his fly, slipping underneath.

My fingers slide through his pubes, and I start to pull on them, moving lower until I reach the top of his cock. I move it left then right, slowly sliding it back and forth along his shaft.

I can feel every inch covered with tight denim, how large it must be beneath there. My pinky moves onto the tip of his head, circling it. He lets out another moan as my finger traces around his sensitive spot.

I then grab the base of his cock, gently pulling it free from his jeans. He gasps, his eyes widening when my hand wraps around his exposed member.

It feels even larger now than before. "Holy shit.." I mutter to myself as I begin to slowly stroke him. I feel my pussy get even wetter at the sight of his throbbing cock.

His moans become louder as I pump faster and harder. He grunts as I squeeze his balls, massaging them tightly while I jerk him off. "Ohh... that's so fucking good baby," he coos breathlessly.

"Shit... I haven't been this hard in years...' he groaned out, tipping his head back.

"Yeah? You that desperate for me?" I coo, tracing the vein on his underside before pillow back, teasing and tugging down my lace panties.

I place my palm between his thighs and push him backwards, guiding him to sit on his bed. I straddle him, resting my hips on his legs.

His thickening dick pokes into my clit as I grind against it, rubbing my swollen lips across its girth.

"Fuck… That's what I need.." I murmur lustfully, bending forward to press my lips against his.

James twitches at the sensation on his tip. "Ah-fuck! Oh God..." he whined, clearly overstimulated, he hasn't been this hard in a while.

James grips the sheets with one hand while grabbing my waist with the other. He pulls me close, kissing me as we both moan loudly into each other's mouths.

I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling my hips back as I guide his cock head towards my entrance. Slowly I insert myself onto him, taking in his thickness bit by bit.

"Oh god yes," James sighs with pleasure, digging his fingernails into my ass. I cry out in ecstasy as I take all of him inside of me, feeling my insides stretch around his impressive girth.

"Ah! Ahh... f-fuck... it's so.. sensitive," James whines, his member must be throbbing with being this hard.

With a loud yelp I pull away from him, arching my back slightly as I rub his wet cockhead. It still pokes up proudly, throbbing as I slide it side to side.

I'm playing with the head, making sure to hit every ridge and edge. Each time he moans or cries out my heart skips a beat, getting me even more turned on than I already was. I smile down at him.

"Mmm you're right... you're really hard." I ogle at how stiff he is, a sight I'm seeing for the first time.

James whimpers as I slowly sink back down onto him. This time I go slow, taking long and steady strokes.

As I rock back and forth, James moans softly, crying out as I squeeze my inner walls around him. "Ohhhh baby! "He felt way bigger inside of me this time around. I've never felt him this hard before, and it was stretching me in ways I could hardly fathom.

I moan at the sweet feeling, smiling as I bounce up and down on his shaft, knowing how big it is despite not being able to see. James pants heavily, trying desperately not to cum too soon.

I could tell he wasn't used to feeling like this either; his muscles were tensed and he was a whimpering mess.

The sound of my wetness smacking against his groin was driving us crazy. With a heavy breath, I slam myself down onto his length, burying him deep.

James gasps out sharply, throwing his head back. His whole body jerks as his balls tighten and he shoots rope after rope of thick, white cum deep into my womb.

He yelps as he feels me cumming around him, the heat of my juices seeping outwards. We hold each other as we come down from our orgasmic high.

Our breathing is heavy and shallow, chests rising and falling rapidly. "I.. fuck... haven't been that hard since... fuck I don't know when..." he heaved.

I stare at his face, blushing profusely at how red it had gotten during his climax. James chuckles, shaking his head as he looks down at himself.

James gently reaches for the base of his cock, carefully slipping it out as I immediately began oozing with cum. "That's it... look at that..." James groaned.

James grabbed his still throbbing cock and gave it a few more pumps, milking the rest of his cum from it. "Well look at that," he said, staring at the amount of cum he had produced.

A stream ran down his shaft and landed on his stomach, followed by another two drops which fell on his thigh. James moved closer to me, pressing his lips against mine.

I smile, gazing down at the huge load of sperm he had shot inside of me. He brought his fingers up to my mouth, placing them there for me to taste. My eyes widened as I tasted his potent seed.

It was warm and salty, lingering on my tongue for a moment before disappearing down my throat.

James smiled widely as he watched me swallow every drop.

“Fuck… the things you do to me…”

[shomixremix]

Dates they like ♡︎

okay so i just found out that in version 4.5 there will be an itto AND a neuvillette banner (christmas came early) so i will gt a chance to pull for neuvi and even though i already have c2 arataki, c3 can't hurt hehe

I'M SO EXCITED!! i immediatelly had to write something for the both of them!!

i'd love to hear some of your ideas so feel free to request!!

tags: Itto, Neuvillette, Thoma, Wriotheslay, female! reader, fluff, kissing, smut, overstimulation, riding, pussyeating

-> your boyfriend would love to spend time with you anywhere and doing anything, yet he does have his preferences on how to spend that time. all dates with you are always amazing, but there's always that one activity he likes the most.

reqs open ♡︎ | minors DNI

-> itto

"itto! stop moving so much, you'll smudge them!" you exclaim as you paint the oni's nails. he stills immediately, watching as you paint his left thumb a beautiful, crimson color.

"sorry, love bug! i just wanted a kiss, sweets, you look so freakin' good and i need to let my baby know she's fuckin' gorgeous!" he exclaims through a roar, throwing his arms around you. you screech at him:

"ITTO! your nails!"

his eyes turn wide as he pulls his hands back quickly, giving you an apologetic smile.

"oh, shit, sorry baby! i'll be good, i swear, i'll stay still and quiet, i promise. oni's honor and word!"

you smile as your boyfriend really does keep his word and stills, allowing you to paint more efficiently.

"there, all done! want the gold sparkly top coat, hon?"

"uhh, duh! 'f course i do, baby! gotta be nice and shiny, like you, yeah?"

painting nails in the comfort of your home in inazuma city was always one of itto's favorite dates. with snacks prepared, you two would spend hours in each other's arms with you just painting his sharp claws. then, you'd let him paint yours - even though you would always have to fix them later. sometimes, when he would ask, you'd paint his horns, which you were pretty sure he only asked you to do so you'd sit on his lap.

"there! all done, babe! you like them, arataki?" you smile as he pulls you into his arms, twirling you around in the air like you were weightless.

"hell yeah, love bug! i love 'em! and i love you too, sweets! thanks for doing this f' me. now c'mere so i can kiss those pretty lips"

♡︎

one of his favorite parts of having freshly done nails, on both you and him, was how good they looked sliding against bare skin.

"mmm.. yeah, yeah! that's good, s' fuckin' good, yeah? yeahhh, you just keep on scratching your pretty little nails down my back, yeah, baby? shit, sweets... just like that, fuck!" he groaned into your skin as he fucked you into your matress. your arms roamed his big back and shoulders, gently caressing him with your newly painted nails. you left scratch marks, clawing at his skin with every hard thrust he pumped in you.

his own newly-painted claws slid down to the fat of your ass, greedily kneeding and squeezing everywhere. the sounds echoing of the walls of your bedroom are lewd yet make your mind spin.

"ohhhh, itto! itto, baby, feels so freakin' good! mhphh!" you moan as he fucks you like there's no tomorrow, his fat cock bullying that one spot inside you that made you see stars. your hands run to his hair, pleasantly scratching his skull with your messily-painted matching red nails. he groans at this, his hips stuttering as his pumps get sloppier.

"mmhh, fuck!" he mutters as he suddenly loses his composure and messily comes, fucking you through it with desparate little thrusts. he falls on you in exhaustion, enjoying how you still soothe him with your hands.

"mphhr, love bug.." he melts under your touches, still overly sensitive from his orgasm. you coo praises in his ear as you continue comforting him, his hands soothing your bare skin in return.

archons, he loves those nails.

-> neuvillette

"am i... doing this correctly?" he asks unsurely, gently gathering your hair in his palms and twisting it around.

"heh, no, love. you need to separate three strands and than braid" you say gently, sitting with your legs crossed just a little in front of him. neuvillette hesitates for a moment, still just gently petting your head.

"could you show me again, mon amour?"

you knew damn well that was just an excuse for you to play with his long, silver hair as you braid it. you still did it, of course, never the one to deny your boyfriend pets and cuddles. you knew that playing with his hair has always been one of his favorite past-time activities.

his long hair flowed against your fingertips like a river, strong and yet beautiful. you tangled your hands in it, massaging his skull a little. finally, you separate it in three thick strands and start gently braiding.

"mmm" he hummed, immensily enjoying your touches, "i must admit this hairstyle looks quite nice, mon cherie. you will have to do my hair everyday for court trails"

you chuckle, finishing his braid and tying it with a blue ribbon.

"sure, neuvi, if that's what you'd like"

you turn to face him, sitting in front of him.

"would you like to try now?"

he smiles, placing a feathery kiss on your neck as he removed your hair from it.

"sure"

♡︎

there were multiple reasons why neuvillete loved when you would play with or braid his long hair and when he would play with yours, and one of them was that he could pull on it during your love making.

"mhhhphhr.." you mewl as he's got you on all fours, pounding into you from the back and keeping a tight grip on your hair, which was braided messily by his inexperienced hands.

"mh, fuck, little one, you feel incredible.."

he'd hold onto your hair tight, thrusting hard and slow inside so you'd feel every inch of him. sometimes he'd pull you back by your hair, like a leash, you thought, but only when you move and squirm too much. then, once he pulls on it just enough to get you to arch your back and never too much to hurt you, he'd bottom out inside you and let out a pleasured sigh.

he really loved your hair.

but he also really loved you pulling on his.

when he was in between your plushy thighs, face buried in your folds and pleasuring you endlessly, you'd tangle your fingers in his soft hair and try to pull him closer but push him away in the same time from how good it felt.

"ahh! neuvi! ohhh, neuvi~!"

and when you'd finally finish with an ego-rising scream of his name, allowing him to taste all of your sweetness and squeeze him real tight, that's when neuvillette felt the greatest.

-> thoma

"welcome home, babe!" your boyfriend chirped as you entered your shared home, surprised to see a fully made dinner on the table.

"oh, hey, hon! what's all this?" you ask, setting down your bag and removing your shoes as you walk to him.

"nothing, i just thought to surprise you with a few of your favorite dishes! i finished all of my work early in the kamisato estate, so i thought i could do something nice for you!"

you throw your arms around the blonde's neck, kissing his cheek.

"aww, thoma, sweetie, you didn't have to!" he laughs and rubs his neck humbly as you praise him, big green eyes watching you take in the table filled with many delicious meals - including his famous rice cake soup.

"mmmm... this all looks and smells amazing! i can't wait to try it all!"

he smiles, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

"well you know food is my love language!"

it was true - more than anything, thoma liked showing you how much he cared for you through delicious meals he'd prepare for the both of you, when you could just eat and chatter the night away.

♡︎

even though he loved preparing you dinners to eat, he loved having you for desert even more. good lord barbados, you were the single most delicious thing he ever tasted...

"mmmphhh..." he moaned into your needy pussy as he ate you out like a man starved, physically unable to move. thoma was truly a pussydrunk man, addicted to the taste of your slick on his tongue.

you were spread out on your dining table with your legs far apart, with your boyfriend nestled between your slick-covered thighs that were now also covered in love-bites. your slick stuck to his chin as he ate you out, but did he care at all? no. no, he did not.

the taste of your folds in his mouth was far more important.

you couldn't imagine how much pleasure this was giving him - he could've came just by giving you oral, letting his dick make a sloppy mess of his pants even though untouched. impossibly hard and leaking precum like crazy, thoma tried releasing some of that tention by rubbing himself through his pants, whimpers and whines being sent from his mouth straight to your pretty cunt.

he sucked and sucked and kissed like you were his last meal, never wanting this to end and for you two to go to bed. actually, he did want to go to bed - but only because you'd be able to ride his face there.

and when the boiling hot knot inside you finally becomes too much and it snaps, thoma can't hold it in much longer. he greedily laps up all you give him like a dog in heat, overstimulating you as his tongue fucks way after you've already came down from your high. at the feeling of your cum in his mouth thoma comes as well, shooting rope after rope of white in his own pants, a little ashamed of the fact. his hips rut into the air as if he's trying to help himself through it or at least to stop - but he can't, he can't stop coming, not when you taste that good.

-> wriotheslay

"the weather is so nice today..." he hummed as he held your hand, lazily lounging on the checkered blanket.

as the duke of the fortress of meropide, wriotheslay rarely gets to go out and experience the warmth of the sun or the falling of the rain. which is exactly why outdoor dates were always his favorite - doing anything with you, his favorite person, while feeling the fresh air and the gentle breeze was his idea of best-spent time.

"sure is" you laugh, dressed only in your swimsuit as you lounge with your lover on a secret, deserted beach in the beryl region. it was always so private and quiet here, perfect for a couple desperately in need of intimacy...

"wrio, honey..."

"hm?"

"we should really do this more often... i missed having you like this..." you mumble in his skin as you lounge on his bare chest, pressing lazy kisses up his jaw and neck.

wriotheslay snickers, caressing your back with the tips of his fingers.

"i agree, doll. trust me, if i could, i'd never leave here, yeah? just you and me, forever..."

you sigh, reminded again how busy the both of you were. your boyfriend notices, getting up with you in his arms.

"wanna swim now, baby?"

♡︎

but when you return from the water, wet and your bodies pressed tight against each other, wriotheslay can't help but not sit you on his lap on your warmed blanket, sinking himself inside you inch by inch. once he bottoms out he lays back, one hand behind his head and the other holding your hip.

"you know what to do, doll"

you nod eagerly, your palms on his chest for support as you start to sink down on him hard and fast, trying to fuck yourself on his cock.

"there you go... ahh, fuck, baby..." he moans at how you take him and your chest swells in pride.

you whimper and mewl at how good he feels as his hands soothe your sides, comforting you from the slight stretch of his fat cock in your tight pussy.

"can't... wrio... too much..!" you complain with quivering lips, yet he doesn't make any effort to stop, bouncing you on his lap.

"shhh.... i know you can, doll, you've had me inside so many times, and it always fits. try a little harder, baby"

you give it your all to thrust back on his cock but nothing helps until he rolls his hips into yours, finally helping you. soon it all becomes far too much and you cry out, falling on his chest as you tighten and spasm around him while you come. wriotheslay quickly follows, filling you up untill you're shaking from the overstimulation in his arms.

something about outdoor dates, especially outdoor sex, drove him wild.

[gothic-thoughts]

Music To My Ears

Gojo Satoru x Black GN Reader Smut

MDNI, Perv Coworker!Gojo, Bimbo!Reader

CW: all the dirty words(he's a whore), stupid and oblivious Reader, Gojo jerking 📴 to your voice, reader being fluent in Yapanese 😭, imma degrade y'all cuz u lack brain cells

Word Count: 1191 (give or take)

It was 11 pm, and you were on the phone with your coworker, Satoru. You've been talking for about an hour now, but after a while, you noticed soft huffing and heard soft panting. Since there's not much going on up there, all you thought to do was tilt your head to the side with confusion. You shrug it off and continue to yap, but the longer he listened, the more he groped and palmed his erection through the grey sweats he wore.

“Uh, Gojo?” Your first mistake was saying his name.

“Yeah? What’s up, girlie?”

“You good?"

"Say again?" He heard you perfectly fine, but you can't tell can you?

"I asked if you were good. You workin' out right now?"

“Hah, yeah.” He responds before muttering, “I'm workin' somethin', ngh."

“Huh? You keep mumbling, Toru.”

"Hehe, don't worry about it." More panting "Just...continue your story."

You shake your head, believing his panting really came from a workout regimen, knowing damn well the strongest sorcerer don't need one.

“So like I was saying...”

He chuckled and made a low growling noise as he reached into his sweatpants, feeling how damp his boxers were from how much precum soaked into them. He bit his lip, slowly pulling out the erection that you caused from that voice you blessed him with. Every inflection, filler word, and gasp when you remembered another part of your story drove him so wild.

“And then I was like, ‘Ohmygod, Shoko’s not working for once?’ So I ran up to her...”

He grunts, trying his best to keep his voice away from the whiney territory he knew it could rise to if he felt too good. To you, his breathing sounded a bit...off, as if it sounded heavy and...well, different than normal. But he was working out, of course, he’d sound like that.

“The only reason I hesitated was because I feel like she don’t like me...”

With every passing moment, his fist passed over his shaft while his left hand kept a firm hold around his base, keeping him from exploding too soon, and with how often you clicked your tongue or sucked your teeth, he could’ve at any moment.

“Do you think she likes me; ion think she likes me. Anyways, though...”

The grunting sound only grew in pitch as the groans started to sound more...animalistic, mouth forming a smirk. He whispers your name, guiding his hand up and down his cock a little faster, getting the palm sticky with precum.

“Toru...” The concern in your voice makes his hand stop, “You sure you okay?

He bites his lip as he moans softly, watching another drop of precum squeeze out his tip and slide down to his still fist. "Yeah... heh...” 

“You huffin’ like a dog.”

“Oh sorry. I’m doing... I’m doin’ some push-ups right now so..." 

"Ohhhh, aight."

"Keep talking, short stuff."

"You even listening, Gojo?"

"Of course I am, I can, ngh, multitask."

"Mmm..."

The little hum of yours made him bite his bottom lip so hard that it bled. "I mean it, girlie." He sighs, "Hanging on every word. You were talking about your shopping spree."

"Oh yeah! I got a bunch of clothes with Utahime today! And they are the fuckin’ cutest! Like, there’s one that was...”

He groaned quieter as he heard you continue on, pumping his hand up and down to the speed your excited voice spoke. His fist twists with each stroke, grinding his red, sensitive cockhead into his palm which makes him shiver. The sound of his breathing had become noticeably heavier and deeper. He didn't respond just yet, instead, he only let out low grunts and 'mhm's in response to what he heard you say. He started to lift his hips from his bed, fucking his fist while pretending it was him making you ride him.

“And I got new lip gloss. Like a lot of lip gloss; cuz you know me...”

He did, in fact, know you; meaning that you prolly got almost every color, scent, and flavor imaginable just to try out. That sentence was all it took for the strongest sorcerer's mind to switch from thoughts of how good you'd feel bouncing on his long dick to how soft and wet your mouth was. You talk so much so it's gotta be moisturized as hell, not like he wouldn't make you use so much spit it made the colors on your lips smear around his veined shaft.

He whined into the speaker as you rambled, but TRUST he was listening. His eyes were rolled back, his hand began pumping faster, massaging the swollen head of his cock while his free hand gripped the base. He wanted to smear that lip gloss, stick, whatever so bad; just the thought of leaving your plump lips and chin stained with white and whatever other color made his full balls tense.

"H-hey, short stuff? You think you can you count down from 10 for me?"

"Yeah, why?"

"For my workout, remember?"

"Ohhh, right." You let out another oblivious giggle, "I forgot about that."

"Y-yeah, I'm, uhm, planking... and I'm al-most....done. Count for me."

"Kaykay. Ten.... nine..."

His hand slows down, trying to time his orgasm with that sexy voice. Gojo groaned and grunted, letting it all out since your dopey ass wholeheartedly believed he was tired from overexertion.

"Eight... seven..."

"Yesss~" He whispered, "Suck it, baby girl, that's it. Show me those eyes."

His breath got shallow as he looked down at his thighs, imagining you were scratching at them while your glazed-over eyes blinked up at him.

"Six... five..." 

"Yeah, not a fuckin' thought behind them, huh? F-uck, lemme give your mouth somethin' else to do."

Unable to help himself, he speeds up his hand, coating his entire dick in his own precum. His back arches from the bed as his hips thrust up, fucking his fist as you got close to one.

"Four.... three..."

"So fucking close, s'fuckin' close. I'm...gonna...cum. W-wanna cum in your mouth, baby please."

"Two... one."

"Ah, shiiit!!"

He let a resounding, drawn-out growl as pent-up cum spurts from his cock, shooting across his slim fingers. He continued driving his shaft through his fist, body shaking on his bed as his load continued to spill over his hand. He finally calms down, resting on his bed, and looking down at the cum all over his abs and lower stomach, clinging to his happy trail and pubes. 

"Damn," Your voice snaps him out of it, "Did you hurt yourself, Toru? That sounded painful?"

"N-no, I'm okay just...." He gulps thickly, collecting himself, "J-just planked longer than I could handle, heh."

"Was that okay? Did I count too fast or...?"

"Haah, no. It was perfect, girlie, th-thanks."

"Oh... uhh..." You tilt that empty head of yours, "What was I saying...?"

"You were talkin' 'bout... gettin' some clothes from Utahime... I think?"

"Oh, yeah! Then I was talkin' bout lip gloss!"

"Yeah, yeah." His cock slowly starts to harden again, putting a tired, yet devious smirk on his face, "Tell me what colors you got."

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(a/n): eat up.

[joonberriess]

𓆩♡𓆪 “damn papa, you a rare breed, no comparing,” – jock!jk

·˚ ༘ 💌 TAGS — soft smut, unprotected sex, creampies, riding cowgirl style, thank u anons for ideas, love making by the fireplace bruh, moonbyul being cute asf, reader is a happy bean, blowjobs (sorta?), slight somnophilia, some dirty talking, jk being a girl dad, oc is a good mommy, daddy kink n her cute potty mouth

You’re in the kitchen at around six in the morning happily humming and swaying your hips to the low music you have playing in the background. You were making soft fluffy souffle pancakes in the shape of hearts. You had a plate of fruit already cut up in cute little shapes like stars, hearts, and flowers. Excitement filled your entire being with every pancake you stacked on the tray.

Orange juice? Check. Whipped cream? Check. You turned off the stove and pursed your lips in confusion, “What am I forgetting..” You trail off as you look around the kitchen. “Oh!” You cheekily tuck the syrup in the waistband of your thong under the silky pink robe you were wearing.

You hurriedly stack the stuff onto the large breakfast tray and hurry upstairs, tiptoeing into the room and setting the breakfast down on your vanity table. Jungkook was still sound asleep with his arm outstretched on your side of the bed. He looked so cute and handsome in his sleep you couldn’t help the tiny coo you let out as you crawled onto the bed slowly, hiding yourself under the blankets and making your way to him.

He was sporting his usual morning wood inside his Clavin Klein boxers that hung low on his hips, the mere outline of his thick cock hidden away had your mouth watering as you gently peeled his boxers down. Just enough to have his cock slipping out for you as you eagerly wrapped your pretty little manicured hand around it and gently pumped it.

His cock twitched in interest but it was a bit too dry for your liking, so you leaned down to wrap your lips around the tip. You tongued at the slit and softly moaned at the musky taste, he had you arching for no damn reason with your ass in the air, swaying side to side to cool that little ache you felt in your poor little pussy.

Jungkook stirred a tiny bit in his sleep with his face scrunching up in pleasure. You were a tiny bit worried he’d wake up so early into the surprise as you desperately wanted to wake him up right at the good part. Your eyes fluttered closed and you happily fell into a calm tempo, bobbing your head slowly as you coated every inch of his fat cock with your saliva.

He hit the back of your throat a few times making your eyes water occasionally. You noisily swallowed around his cock, causing him to moan in his sleep whenever your throat constricted around him. Your cunt ached to be filled with something and you were beginning to lose your patience, bobbing your head faster and sucking a bit more harsher.

Jungkook groaned low and started shifting, making you panic a little as you pulled off his cock with a wet pop and waited. Jungkook settled back into sleep and you let out a soft sigh of relief. “Mmm.. not fair.” You mumble out as you go back down, slobbering all over him as you slurped pretty loudly.

You pulled away after a few more seconds and started crawling up his body, tossing both thighs over him as you straddled him. Jungkook’s eyes fluttered open in confusion as he blinked, “y/n?” He rasps out as he slowly lifts the blanket off of him, a bit worried about the lump lingering over him.

“Hi.” You softly say as you pop out with glossy lips.

It takes him a few minutes to realize that a.) his cock is out, b.) it’s wet, and finally c.) he’s fucking rock hard. His eyes drop down to where your pretty tits hang before him, sitting in your silky pink robe threatening to spill out with a hint of nipple. Your eyes are glossed over and your lips are pouty as you rest your chin on his chest.

Oh you’re going to be the death of him.

Jungkook lets his head fall back on the pillow with a sigh, a tiny smile formed over his lips as he runs a hand through his hair. “So it wasn’t a dream then.” You give him a cute “mm-mm” in return, making him chuckle out loud, “Baby it’s like, six in the morning.”

“I know, I wanted to wish you a happy daddy’s day.” You reply softly as you sit up and smile down at him.

“You mean father?” Jungkook says in amusement as he runs his hands over your ass and plays with the waistband of your pretty thong, occasionally tugging upwards on the flimsy fabric, feeling how it accentuates your fat ass cheeks.

“No, you’re not my father, you’re my daddy.” You softly say and roll your hips against his, “Are you not?” You breathily ask as you lean down to gently kiss his lips and then trail light feathery pecks down his throat and neck.

Jungkook groans low and tightens his grip over your ass cheeks, groping them and then landing a hard slap and squeeze. “You’re out to kill a man aren’t you sweetheart?” He says as he looks up at you, “Waltzing in here in that slutty little robe callin’ me daddy and shit.”

You whine softly, “Does Daddy like it? I picked it out myself, all for you.” You softly say and grind down harder on his cock, “C’mon Daddy, don’t you wanna? Feel so empty without your cock in me.” You whisper and reach down between the two of you to rub his slick cock against your pussy covered slit, pressing the head against you and smearing his precum all over the fabric.

“Fuck, you know I do baby.” He adjusts you on his lap and licks his lips, “C’mon baby, turn around for Daddy. I wanna watch you bounce that ass on my cock baby.” He says as he lays back.

You eagerly scramble to face the opposite side of him, arching your back and getting into position for him, “Like this daddy?” You whisper, dipping low on the bed so your ass was perfectly presented to him.

“Just like that.” Jungkook whispers as he runs his hand over your smooth ass, “Ride me baby, it’s my day afterall.” He smirks.

You eagerly lift your hips up and pull your thong to the side so you can position the head over your pussy. You begin to sink down slowly with a low muffled moan, toes curling as his cock slowly pops inside filling you so deliciously he has you pushing down for more. Your ass meets his hips with a wet slap as you sit on his cock, panting quietly under your breath.

Jungkook slumps against the sheets and sighs in pleasure, “God you feel so good baby,” he runs his hands over your ass and shoves the robe up, “never gonna get enough of you.” He reaches over for his phone, immediately recording as he runs his ring covered hand over your ass and jiggles the cheek in his hold.

You slowly start bouncing in his lap, using his thighs for leverage as soft little moans slip past your lips. Jungkook captures every single little bounce, zooming in on the way your cheeks slap against his pelvis. He shivers whenever your thong brushes up against his shaft, it feels so fucking good he stops recording and throws his head back on the pillow.

“Shit.” He moans out.

The bed starts creaking as you pick up the pace, your pussy’s fucking drenched and starts making these lewd noises everytime your ass meet his hips. Your moans are breathy and high, head thrown back with your eyes closed in bliss as you use him to get off.

“Mmm, Daddy,” you whine, “ ‘s not enough.” You roll your hips in small figure of eights, panting quietly as his cock rubs up against your g-spot from this angle.

Jungkook bites his lip and smacks your ass harshly, “Fuck turn around for me.” You obey quickly, slipping his cock back inside your warm pussy as you both moan out loud. He grabs your waist tightly and uses it for leverage to fuck up into you.

Your mouth falls open in a silent cry as he plows into you from below. Jungkook’s cock drives in deeper, hitting your g-spot repeatedly over and over again. His balls slap against your taint, a creamy white ring forming around the base of his cock making a complete mess out of the two of you.

“J-Jungkook..!” You gasp out.

He slaps your ass hard with gritted teeth, “Wrong.” He replies.

“Daddy!” You squeal out and fall face first into his neck, moaning loudly as you struggle to get a good grip, “G-Gonna cum..!” You whimper, “Please, please, please,” you sob out as your clit tingles.

Jungkook spanks you repeatedly, the burn feels so good it has you keening, “Cum for me baby, make a mess for daddy.” He gasps out, pace never faltering as he pounds into your battered pussy from below.

You cry out loudly and tense up, pussy gushing around his cock as your slick squirts around him. Jungkook groans loudly at the heavenly feeling of your cunt wrapped around him so tightly. It’s merely impossible to keep going with how tight you’re gripping him.

“Oh fuck, fuck,” he whispers as his eyes fall closed in utter bliss. He cums hard and slams his hips up one last time to get every drop inside of you, cock throbbing intensely as his heart erratically beats. “Holy shit..” He sighs out, laying flat on the bed with his hands on your ass as he gulps, trying to catch his breath.

You turn your head a little and softly sigh, “I made pancakes.” You quietly say out of nowhere, “I cut up some fruit too.” You eagerly scramble out of bed and grab the breakfast tray, bringing it into bed as you smile, ��See?”

Jungkook groans and lifts his head, “Happy Father’s day to me.” He tosses an arm over your waist and holds you close.

“We’re supposed to say that! Not you!” You pout in confusion.

+

Moonbyul and Juno both screamed and squealed together as they made a run for it towards Jungkook. Jungkook smiled softly and crouched down with open arms, “Hi babies.” He coos out, grabbing both of his kids and wrapping them up in his arms.

“Happy father’s day daddy!” Moonbyul says as she digs in the pocket of her dress and takes out a crumpled up card she made, “I made this for you.” She smiles widely. “Do you like it daddy?” Juno babbled loudly as she messily smooched Jungkook's cheek and tried to get his attention.

Jungkook hums, “Hold on baby let daddy put you down and open the card.” He says as he sets both girls down, “Okay let’s see: ‘Happy Father’s day daddy, I love you very very much, have lots of good days and please buy me a unicorn’.” Jungkook reads as he chuckles, “Only a unicorn?” He teases, squeezing her cheek.

Moonbyul shyly smiles as she nods, “And lots of glitter too?” She pouts.

“Lots of it princess, I promise.” He gently kisses her cheek and hugs her tightly. Oh how he wishes she’ll never grow up, his precious little Moonie.. Juno whines and smacks him, “No I didn’t forget about you Juno, calm down.” He snorts and brings her in for a tight hug.

“Daddy, where is Mommy?” Moonbyul frowns.

“Oh, Mama went out to get some stuff because we’re all going down to the beach remember? Grandpa is even coming, are you excited baby?” He says as he brings both girls to the living room and has them sit down, “Also how was Grandpa’s? Did you guys enjoy the sleepover?” He comments as he plays a random Barbie movie and then does some light cleaning around the living room.

“It was super fun daddy, I got to see mommy as a baby and then we went out for ice cream and had pasta for dinner.” She says as he settles in to watch the movie, “Is it true you and mommy are going to make another baby?” She tilts her head.

“Where did you hear that from?” Jungkook nonchalantly says, trying not to sound awkward.

“Because my friend Mina from school said so, I told her we were going to stay at grandpas and then she said whenever her mom drops her off at her grandma's it’s because her mommy and daddy are making babies.” She innocently says.

Jungkook shakes his head, “Mommy and I were watching movies all night, we even played some board games too.” He softly says. Thankfully Moonbyul buys it as she ends up shrugging and just watching her movie without another hassle. He definitely needs to have a talk with this Mina girl and her parents. The audacity.

.

Jungkook couldn't keep his eyes off of you, you were sitting so pretty on top of a towel under an umbrella with Juno in your arms. Juno was pretty fussy because she hated the beach, she had spent the last five minutes whining and crying until you calmed her down. You stroked her little cheek gently and softly whispered ‘I love yous’ to the little one.

“Baby pass her here, your dad said he’s going inside the house to rest. Said it’s too hot for him out here.” Jungkook opens his arms for the little one.

“Make sure she’s tucked in bed okay? She needs her nap anyway.” You softly say and hand her over. Jungkook goes and comes back, making sure Moonbyul is still in front of you guys playing with the sand, his eyes are glued to your plush thighs and soft little tummy you have on display under that black bathing suit you got on. You look like the epitome of a milf/teenager’s wet dream wearing that tiny little bikini and black cat-eye sunglasses, holding a magazine in your hands.

“Baby.” He grumbles as he goes over and lays himself back on top of you, head sitting right on your soft tits as he lays between your legs.

Your manicured nails immediately come up to gently stroke his hair and scratch his scalp. He sinks in further and sighs in bliss, “Are you getting in the water baby?” He calmly asks with closed eyes.

“Maybe, Moonie said it was cold earlier when I got in there with her. Stupid waves almost took my top!” You whine softly, “My thingy untied and it started floating away.” You sadly pout.

Jungkook snorts softly as he stands up again, “C’mere,” he grins and wraps you up in his arms, “up you go.” He begins carrying you down to the water ignoring your squeals and cries as you try to wiggle out of his arms.

“Let me go!” You giggle out and throw your head back.

Jungkook laughs as he sets you down in the water with him, watching you hiss from the coldness as your arms come up to wrap around him. “Not even that cold you big baby.” He laughs and leans down to kiss you.

You happily stand on your tippy toes and wrap your arms around his neck, “Your baby.” You mumble softly as you kiss him back.

Jungkook hums as he slips his hands down to your ass, gripping both cheeks in his hands as he continues gently moving his lips against yours. Jungkook opens his eyes in confusion when he feels someone wrap their arms around his leg, “Moon?” He laughs.

“I love you mommy, daddy!” She smiles happily.

You smile softly at her and gently reach down to pull her into your arms, “I love you both baby.” You softly reply, smiling up at Jungkook as he pulls the both of you closer to him.

‘I love you too.’

+

The fireplace dimly lit the entire room, you had opted to keep the double doors open so that you could look out at the sea and watch the waves hit the shoreline. The night was so beautiful, everything was just so perfect.. You, Jungkook, everything.

Jungkook had you cradled in his arms, body pressed up against yours as he rocked his hips into yours at a slow gentle pace. You felt so safe and warm in his embrace, you hugged him close to you and whined softly against his lips as your cunt squeezed around his cock.

The sheets were wrapped around his waist making shuffling noises every so often. He was quietly moaning and whispering soft praises and gentle little remarks here and there. “Fuck you’re so perfect,” he whispers softly as he pulls away from the kiss to watch your face, “my perfect little baby, always so beautiful for me.” He cages you in and presses another kiss to your lips.

You softly whine at the praise and gently dig your nails into his back, “Mmm.. I love you,” you whimper out, “so, so much.”

Jungkook buries his face in your neck and pants softly, “Love you too baby, love every little thing ‘bout you.. Gave me two beautiful babies, all I could ever hope for.” He sucks some marks into your skin. Your heart skips a beat and you bite down on your lower lip.

Jungkook doesn’t stop there however, “My strong baby, did so well for us,” he says and gently cups your tummy, “I just love you so fucking much baby.” He kisses you passionately and rocks his hips a bit more forcefully, “Wanna spend the rest of my life with you.”

You grow teary eyed and wrap your arms tightly around him, soft little moans slip from your lips as you hold him. “M-Me too baby,” you quiver, “wanna always be with you.” You shakily cry out.

Jungkook brings you in for another kiss and sneaks a hand down between the two of you to thumb at your clit. He rubs it in gentle circles, groaning softly when he feels your cunt tighten around his cock. He slides in a bit faster, watching as your brows furrow in pleasure and your breath hitches. “J-Jungkook,” you whimper.

“That's it baby, doing so well for me. Go ahead and cum.” He whispers as he rubs your clit faster and faster. You weakly moan and arch your back, coming undone underneath your husband. Jungkook lets you rest as he continues thrusting inside of you until he’s coming too with a low moan.

“J-Jungkook,” you softly say as you bite your lip.

“Hm?” He slowly pulls out and lays by your side, arm immediately coming to wrap around you. “Are you okay baby? I didn’t hurt you did I?” You shake your head and point over to the nightstand, “What?” Jungkook looks in confusion and reaches over, “This?” He holds up a tiny gift box.

“Yeah, ‘s for you.” You smile sleepily, “Open it.”

Jungkook sits up in bed with his back to the headboard as he slowly unties the ribbon holding the box together. He slips the top off and sees a little card, he grins softly at you and leans down to smooch your cheek, “You’re too sweet baby.”

“No, no, look what’s under it Jungkookie.” You smile. Jungkook looks in confusion and lifts the card up, eyes widening when he sees what’s inside.

“Baby..” He lifts up a pair of white baby shoes, “Are you..?” He looks over at you with wide eyes. You tearfully smile and nod, “Oh my god,” he immediately brings you in for a tight hug as he laughs, “really?” He laughs.

“Yes really!” You giggle out and kiss his cheeks, “We made another baby bun!” You cheerfully yell.

Jungkook laughs and cups your tummy, “God I love you so much..”

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Arachnophilia: (Part Eleven)

Drider!Miguel O'Hara x Reader (+18)

Chapter Masterlist 🕷️

Content: Oral (reader recieving), Cock Warming, Sleepy Morning PinV sex, Praise, Body Massage, Breeding kink, Creampie, Touch-starved Mig, Fluffy Aftercare + Extra mega fluff later (getting Mig to dance).

Word count: 5060

The days following your unfortunate trip with Miguel were relatively quiet.

You were aware that the heat was coming to an end. Almost ten days had passed since your first encounter, and based on a regular cycle this should be it. This stage would burn itself out until the next one started, and it was a transition you were trying to make as smooth as possible.

You’d been avoiding the society was much as possible, and you knew Mig was avoiding the topic. After all, you couldn’t stay away forever. How would you juggle being a spider again when you were now in a new relationship? What if the elites found out what you’d been doing? What if there was backlash? How would Mig cope being alone again?

You noticed Mig had been struggling to smile since the incident in the woods, and you were determined now to do something for him. You were determined to make him happy.

So what luck, then, that he woke you up that morning.

‘Mi tesoro?’

You blinked and stirred in your sleep, your eyelids fluttering.

You were curled up on Mig’s bed in a pile of silk sheets to keep you warm, your head resting atop a mound of pillows that he’d knitted and you’d stuffed. You could hear faint birdsong drifting in from the nests open entrance, meaning it must at least be dawn.

You grumbled, wiping your eyes before opening them fully.

Mig’s face filled your vision. His nose was brushing the tip of yours, and his massive spider body was curled across your own. You gave him a sleepy smile. ‘Why good morning, pretty boy. What brings you here?’

As you did a light stretch you noticed Mig shuffling awkwardly. He opened his mouth but closed it again, as if struggling to speak. You immediately knew what was up.

‘You’re horny?’ you murmured.

Miguel had the sense to look sheepish at waking you up for such a thing. Little did he know you could smell him now, as his own arousal seemed to permeate the musk from his body in a way you’d become acutely accustomed to.

Plus, you could see the little slit on his abdomen throbbing as his erect cock strained to break free. You assumed he was holding it back with great physical strain.

‘Yes, I- wanted to let you sleep longer, but I am—’

‘Aching?’ you whispered. The softness of your voice made him quiver.

‘The rut, is— insatiable’ he grunted back. ‘But, it should cool down soon. I will be gentle, I promise.’

You pretended to ponder his proposal for a minute, even though you’d already made up your mind.

‘Mmm… alright. I suppose I can indulge you again.’ You were teasing a little, pretending to be annoyed while secretly being thrilled. It made your insides pulse to let him take you while you were sleepy, and you got your own personal arousal from his desperate horniness. You enjoyed him begging. ‘But, I’m gonna keep resting, okay?’

‘Ay, absolutely, mi arañita’ he breathed. That offer seemed to have excited him so much that he could no longer hold back, as his cock eagerly burst free and throbbed to erection in front of your eyes. You gave it a teasing stroke, your fingers brushing over each thick vein.

It was strangely smooth compared to the rest of his form, soft and warm in your hand, pulsing with excitement. You watched those white pearly beads of pre-cum form and drip down onto your hand as he watched you play with him.

‘Ah- I love when you’re, tired’ he whispered. You let him lazily pump his phallus into your hand, gently humping at your closed fist as your eyelids drooped shut. ‘I love when you’re all- relaxed, and soft, and warm. When you just lie there and take it, it—a-ah.’

He got so excited that he snapped a few silky strings on the nest floor with his scrabbling little spider claws.

‘Careful, careful’ you soothed. You put your free hand against his cheek while you continued to stroke him, drawing him closer. ‘Go on, relieve yourself, before you destroy our house.’

Miguel’s affectionate eyes melted your sleepy little heart. He kissed you, once, long and deep, before taking his chance. While you lay back and closed your eyes he lifted the sheets over his head, ensuring that you remained covered and warm.

You could only feel him as he moved. In the dark, with your body heavy and warm with sleep, you felt his muscular arms spread your legs apart. You felt the cut of his cheekbone as he kissed your thigh, the eager little vibrations of his abdomen, and finally the rush of breath on your clit.

You were already beading with slick, your sex pulsing with excitement, when he took his first lap at your tender folds. The sounds that left your mouth were messy but ecstatic, as he licked away every inch of your self-control.

Miguel lulled you in and out of sleep as he sucked on your clit. You were utterly subdued, your vision hazy, and all you could feel was the warm wet lapping of his tongue and lips. He nestled his strong nose into the little crook of your lips as he twisted his tongue, slathering you in attention.

He paused to whisper praise from time to time, but you couldn’t hear what he said. You were rocked by dreams that mirrored your waking experience, as flood after flood of warm pleasure tightened your gut.

In the end, you woke yourself up with your own orgasm.

‘F-FUCK, AH--!’

You jolted slightly and tensed, your legs involuntarily squeezing his head as that flood of pleasure pulsed up through your body. He clung to you, unable to tear himself away, his tongue ravenously tasting each shuddered gush of your climax.

When you collapsed he was quick to move upward, not wanting to take up too much of your time. He shuffled his body beneath the sheets and gently shifted you onto your front, with his human torso planking over your head while his spider half mounted your rear.

‘There we go, you just relax, little spider.’ His words were soft as he spread your legs. You tensed a little as you felt him angling at your slit, but you had been so thoroughly softened up by his mouth that his entrance was easy. He slipped the first inch in with an obscenely wet pop, and then inch by inch the rest followed, splitting you open and bulging you to breaking point. You sleepily whined as you were filled by his shaft.

‘F-Fuck, Mig…’

‘Así así, arañita’. Just relax and let me take care of you.’

You lay in decadence, your naked body smooth and warm on that downy silken mattress, as Miguel began to gently fuck you from behind.

‘Ah- a-ah—’

Each slow pump forced another sleepy moan from you.

You knew his promises to be quick were a lie. He meant it when he said it, but you knew him too well. He would get one sweet, pheromone filled taste of your pussy and he’d become smitten in an instant, savouring and rutting inside you until it hurt.

He did keep to his promise to be gentle though. The warmth of his body lulled you right back to the edge of sleep, as did the rocking motion of his cock slowly moving inside you.

Your eyelids began to droop once more, and once Miguel found his rhythm he moved one hand to your back. He began to rub out the sore muscles in your shoulders and spine, his huge and calloused hands acting surprisingly tender as they kneaded and squeezed you.

‘Shh, good arañita’’ he praised. ‘That’s it.’

‘Mm… fuck, that’s good’ you mumbled. It was the perfect distraction as his cock began to nudge deeper with each thrust, quickly expanding and stretching your sore cunt to its limits.

‘Que chula’ he purred, more to himself than to you. He was throbbing at the sight of your naked body, so small in his hands, and the little relaxed moans you kept giving were making it hard for him to be gentle.

‘I’m not hurting you am I?’ he panted.

‘N-No, no’ you mumbled sleepily. You were panting softly with each insertion, now so limp that each time you bulged with his cock your whole body jolted in the sheets. ‘No, no you’re- mm, ‘s so good—’

‘Okay, o-okay, good. Good arañita’.’

His hands were gentle as they slid around your spine. He cupped you like a mouse, something frail and small, his clawed hands kneading and stroking your flesh with feverish devotion. You sank into his touch.

But no matter how soft he was, it didn’t change what he was. His body still dwarfed you completely. Just one of his palms could cover a third of your back with ease, and his shaft as it slipped and probed inside you was still bulging your belly with its fat girth. You could feel his weight on your ribs.

The weight and power of his body should have terrified you, but to you it was pure joy. You didn’t mind being bent by this man, nor did you mind how powerless you were against him. You surrender yourself to his capable hands. You’d let this monster defile you to his hearts content.

‘Mm- I’m so, rough with you sometimes, you poor thing. I wish I could be this, gentle all the time.’

You shuddered as the rhythmic sound of his hips clapping your rear filled the nest. You could hear his grunting getting progressively louder, a symphonic mess of wet slurps and raw skin and breathy moans.

You decided, in that sleepy state, to indulge your desires a little further. ‘Mm- you’ll, have to be real gentle when you get me pregnant, right?’ you murmured.

Miguel abruptly groaned and pushed in as deep as he could, a deep groan vibrating through his chest at just the mere mention of breeding you. He pulsed against the slick walls of your cunt with such ferocity it scared you.

‘Ah—Yes, yes, of course. So, gentle. You’ll- look so good when I impregnate you’ he breathed. ‘So, so good. That tiny little body, so- full with my babies, that I made in you, that you’re making for me—’

‘All yours’ you whined back.

He started to hump a little faster, his breath hit your neck as he tilted his head down. He was angling for another nice little view of his cock, eager to watch it sliding in and out of your tense hole.

‘I can—smell, how fertile you are’ he whispered. ‘Can you smell how potent I am, arañita? Can you smell me?’

Your back arched as he rustled his abdomen, letting you scent the faint hormones you could pick up as a semi-spider. He was right. It was impossible to describe, but you could smell his virility. He smelled so hot, so alive, so potent.

‘You better not miss a single one of those patches’ he purred, his voice so thick it dripped. You felt venom pooling onto your spine from his flexed jaw. ‘I’ll have you so full you won’t be able to walk. Mm—so, full—’

He started to rut harder, his body moving manically against your back. The breeding talk had tipped him over the edge almost immediately. He bent your limp back as he fucked it into the mattress.

‘So- full, fuck—let me cum in you—’

You moaned sleepily as he climaxed. He rooted himself to the spot with his painfully extended claws and felt every single pulse, every single ejaculation, as those white strings painted your insides with his genetic code.

‘MM- Mm- that’s it, oh- sweet little arañita, you take it all, good good arañita, you’ll look so perfect when you’re pregnant—’

Your eyes rolled as you felt each throb pulsating against those thick, squishy walls. You felt it moving and did a little shiver at how perversely enjoyable it was. It was so warm, so heavy, it was almost soothing when you were this sore. You were filled to the brim until it overspilled, leaking and pooling to the floor, and only then was Miguel content.

He pulled out hard and quickly plugged you back up with webs, though not before using his claws to push a little of the excess back inside you.

He knew he wasn’t likely going to breed you at this point, but the idea was pleasurable enough that he kept all his routines going. With a soft moan he lay down against your back. ‘Ah- f-fuck… Thank you, thank you—’

You gave a sleepy chuckle as he began nestling against your neck.‘Good boy’ you whispered. ‘Good boy, my good boy.’ You savoured the little shudder he gave at those words.

‘Arañita’ he moaned. He nestled deep into your hair just once, taking a deep breath of your scent, before finally releasing you and collapsing into the sheets himself.

‘Are you okay? Was I too rough?’ he whispered. You shook your head and yawned.

‘No, no. You’re okay. If it was too rough I’d tell you.’

‘You promise?’ he whined. His abrupt shifts from primal and horny to soft and insecure were something you were fairly used to at this point. ‘I worry that- you would be too kind to say anything.’

‘Oh Mig.’ You reached out and gently brushed his thick hair aside. He closed his eyes the moment he felt your fingers. The poor man was clearly so touch-starved, even post-sex.

‘Hey, hey. Come here’ you murmured gently. With each soothing tut you shuffled closer, and with your fingers in his hair you began gently scratching at his scalp. His eyes remained closed, but you could feel his abdomen beginning to rustle, a sign that he was contented at last.

‘You’re okay. You didn’t hurt me.’ You whispered the words against his nose as you scratched. Finally he opened his eyes, and the red hue filled your gaze.

‘Thank you’ he whispered. ‘Mil gracias, arañita.’

You beamed at him. God he was so beautiful. That sweet, rugged face in your hands, so rough but so vulnerable. You wished you could heap praise on him all day.

‘There. Isn’t that—’

You both jumped as a low, monotonous beep began to fill the nest. It was an uncannily technological noise compared to the quiet, rustic sounds you were used to at this point. In a panic you rolled over the bed and began scrabbling through the sheets.

‘Ah- shit, shit, shit—’

‘What is it?’ Miguel asked. He was bristling, his body ready for a fight, but you bade him to get down.

‘DOWN! DOWN, ITS—’ Midway through speaking you stumbled upon the cause of the noise: your society watch, its screen now bright and alive with a single name. ‘JESS.’

Before you could even discern if there was a way to avoid the call her face appeared, a soft rendering of orange light and knotted brows.

‘Newbie I swear to god—’

‘JESS HI! I’m- so sorry, I’m still sick, I—’

‘Did you not tell me that you would keep in touch?!’

‘YES, and I didn’t! And I’m sorry! I assumed I wasn’t needed, haha, you know? And I—’

‘I have been trying to call you!’

As Jess continued to rant you struggled to keep your body hidden. You were still naked after all, still warm and slightly sweaty post coitus, and worse than that you clearly weren’t in your home. You were in a giant nest, huddled in silk, with your enormous half-spider partner sitting at your back. You hurried to end the call as fast as you could.

‘I’m sorry! I’m feeling better now, so I will be back soon, I will catch up on work—’

‘We don’t do catch up newbie we’re spider-people—’

‘Okay! I’ll- do whatever you need me to do—’

‘Look, I really need to talk to you! Miguel said you might—’

Right as Jess was getting to the point you realized Mig was curiously edging closer, and soon his face would be clear to Jess on the other end. You panicked.

‘AH- I will deal with that when I get back! Whatever it is I can explain! I’m sorry, I’m- about to throw up now, bye!’ You slammed the watch down with your hand, crushing Jess’s hologram into nothing. Without thinking you chucked the watch across the nest.

Immediately your head fell into your hands. ‘Oh… fuccckkkk.’

‘Are you okay, mi tesoro?’ Mig asked, finally sideling to check on you. You dropped your hands and sighed.

‘Ah- I keep forgetting, obviously with- I’m gonna have to go back soon. As soon as the heat isn’t killing me, which… Well that could be as soon as tomorrow. It’s already starting to fade.’

You saw Miguel cough to cover up the way he reacted to your words. It wasn’t enough; you knew already that he was as upset as you were.

‘You’ll be, going back?’ Mig asked, his voice strained. You nodded.

‘I’ll have to. But, only when I’m needed. Otherwise, I promise, I will be here visiting you.’

Silence fell. While Mig gave a reassuring nod you could see him worrying internally, most likely about whether they’d find out about your relationship. You, internally, were worried about much the same thing, especially after what Jess had said. What did Miguel want?

You had no idea, but you didn’t want to spend your potential last day before returning feeling stressed and alone. At least, you didn’t want to leave Mig stressed and alone.

‘But… For tonight, at least, I’m here’ you said, finally breaking the silence. You jumped to your feet and immediately clung to his fur for support, as your legs were still shaky post-orgasm.

‘So uh- hey, we have some more projects downstairs to finish, right? Why don’t we finish them up today, and start that bonfire you suggested, to clear all the old wood. Just us two. It’ll be nice.’

Mig looked unsure at first, but the idea of continuing to build for your shared nest did bring him great joy. He didn’t smile but he did plant a small kiss on your forehead.

‘Of course, arañita. I’d like that.’

…

As agreed, you spent the rest of the day with Mig.

You didn’t want to think about the society, not right now. If you could just savour this peace for a little longer, if you could just savour him, perhaps it’d all be okay.

You helped him carve out a few new window shutters, this time with latches to keep out the cold, and a stool for you to sit on when you weren’t in bed. It was slow work but you enjoyed just spending time in his presence again. His little comments and observations, his confusion at your quips that you then had to explain, it was the same peace you’d come to know since meeting him.

The sun rose and set over your heads in the quiet glade. You could tell the heat was dying out as you only paused to fuck once more before evening set in, compared to the four or five times you usually had to copulate in a day, not that it was any less intense when it happened.

Once it got dark Miguel crept back into the nest to sort out food, and you sat alone by the finished furniture and watched your breath turn to smoke in the air. You felt a chill on your arms as the sky turned from red to navy blue. Out here there was no sound but the cawing of crows and the wind in the trees. 

You glanced at the empty fire pit and the loose wood at your side. Miguel said he would set up the fire, but, you did want to be helpful, no?

By the time Miguel had re-appeared from the nest, his arms full of snacks, the bonfire was up and raging in the middle of the glade. He immediately balked at the sight.

‘What- mi tesoro! Is this safe?’

You glanced up and waved him down as he cantered over. ‘Mhm! I did the uh- rock trick, you taught me, I positioned the smoke away, we have water—’

You squeaked as his arms snuck around your waist from behind, effortlessly lifting you a foot or so away from the burgeoning fire. You spun in his grip to find his face, and you found it surprisingly spooked.

‘Yes, but- I meant for you!’ he insisted.

‘Hey, hey. I’m fine! I’m fine!’

‘I don’t want you hurting yourself’ he whined. He did allow you to return to the floor when you started squirming, but his clawed hands remained hesitantly hovering over your shoulders and waist.

‘I’m fine! I set it by myself though, see?’

Miguel darted his eyes between your face and the fire. He couldn’t see any signs of damage, and the fire was safely set up over a patch of dirt and away from the trees. He let out a hesitant sigh of relief. 

‘Ah… well, yes, arañita, you did a good job. I’m glad. Just- don’t give me a heart attack like that, please, I beg you.’

Despite your insistence you were fine, you allowed Miguel to take over from there. He tended the fire and you ate together in a comfortable silence, listening to the fire crackle and flicker as the moon crept over the distant forest line.

You ate your fill and then crawled into each other’s arms, keen to keep each other warm as the stars grew brighter. You tucked your head into the fluff of his hide and breathed in the quiet night together.

‘I should bring a few things out here. You know, technological comforts, even just a couple’ you noted idly. ‘Like um- music, something to play music. That’d be nice, right? Especially here.’

‘Mm. I could- play for you, if you wanted music’ Mig offered shyly. You glanced up at him with curious eyes.

‘Play for me?’

Mig nodded, and without waiting he began to spin more silk. However, this silk came out different to his usual creations. He revealed a few thin lines of string that he cut and held between his fingers, looping them carefully around his claws until they were taut and strong. You watched as he began to pluck them.

With his claws each one reverberated on impact, releasing a sweet and high-pitched ring. Your eyes widened as he began to play them string by string, creating a harp-like melody that filled the clearing.

‘Oh… is, that—’

‘A spider thing?’ he said softly, his eyes never leaving the silk. ‘Yes, well- sort of. Spiders play strings to alert potential mates and, potentially woo them, but- it isn’t usually as, melodious. I suppose my human ears are just a little more attuned.’

‘Very attuned’ you said, letting out a low whistle. He was incredibly skilled. ‘So, this is like a mating thing?’

‘Ah, it- can be. It also gave me something to do, to- waste my time before I met you. It helped relieve the stress a little when I was rutting, well… alone.’

Once again, Miguel’s bitter past snuck up on you out of nowhere. Your stomach knotted. Of course he was skilled, he’d been alone out here for so long, he’d have to occupy his time with something. You pictured him sat in the clearing alone, stuck in a rut, playing that quiet string music into the empty void while imagining that someone might somehow answer.

You watched him play for a little longer as that melancholic image sat in your head, when you suddenly remembered something you’d previously meant to bring up. 

‘Hey, um- one thing I do remember learning about spiders, is, that they dance, right?’ you asked. Miguel nodded and shrugged at the same time, seemingly indecisive.

‘Ah- mating dances, yes. We perform rhythmic movements to both calm the potential mate and show off our eligibility. I’ve never done that before though, obviously, I—AH! Ah, arañita’?’

Miguel jumped as you suddenly leapt to your feet, practically clawing your way across the dirt to get up. You stood before him, arms outstretched, and bade him with your hands to continue playing.

‘Well, while I’m here, I shall indulge my inner spider then.’

 You spun in a circle and began to move, shifting around the edge of the fire as Miguel played on.

‘Ah, mi tesoro, it- usually the males are supposed to dance for their mates’ he said, his voice cracking as he shyly laughed. ‘Not the other way around, though- you look, extremely adorable, I must say.’

You grinned. Your feet were already moving in a clumsy but sincere expression of joy, like a child at a disco when their favourite song comes on.

‘Well then, come on up! You’ve got the chance to try it now!’

Mig paused mid-string, his hands hovering in place. You tilted your head and smiled, and he tilted his in confusion.

‘Ah… me, dance?’

‘Yes! You, dance!’ you cried.

‘Me, dance?’ he repeated.

‘Yes! Yes! You! Dance! Now!’

You rushed over and gently grabbed his hands, urging him upward. ‘You were going to say, you never got to dance because you never had a mate to dance for. Well, now you do! If you want to try it, then I want to see.’

You pulled him to his feet and took the thin spool of silky thread, wrapping it tight between your fingers so that his hands were free. It took you a couple of pings to get the melody but soon you were awkwardly strumming along, missing one or two notes but still getting the general idea across.

Mig immediately looked concerned. There was a sudden pressure to perform it right, as this was a mating ritual of sorts, and his instinctual fear of rejection was holding him back.

However, as he watched you struggle to strum and swing your hips in a circle, he felt those anxieties fade. He couldn’t escape the gnawing in his gut, but he could put it aside just enough to try.

He stepped forward and began to move his legs.

At first, he seemed stilted. He was trying to move his eight legs the same way you did, something that clearly didn’t come naturally to him, but the longer you smiled and the more you encouraged, he seemed to gradually find his place.

He began to settle into something more rhythmic, more suited to his body. He raised his second pair of legs and began tapping at the floor with the others, stepping back and forth as you moved with him.

‘Hey! There you go, that’s it’ you cheered.

Bit by bit his expression changed. It was as if the muted coldness in his face was melting, revealing those soft little smile lines you rarely got to see. The corners of his mouth turned up and his fangs flashed in the fiery light, his eyes slowly softening from narrowed to wide.

As the fire licked around your bodies, you laughed. The sound echoed through the trees as you grew breathless and frail, forcing your legs to move even when exhaustion kicked in.

‘Beautiful, beautiful!’ you gleefully praised. Over the dancing fire Miguel caught your eye. You looked at him, at his strange little spider dance, and showed nothing but admiration. You plucked the strings in time with his steps.

‘Beautiful’ you repeated, ‘you beautiful thing.’  

And there it was.

Miguel’s face broke into an honest grin. His lips extended, breaking his face into new and unexpected lines, his cheeks flushed with a shy but exuberant joy.

He opened his mouth, and he laughed.

It was no longer the awkward choking grunt he usually made when chuckling. Now it was an honest full-bodied laugh, one that shook his shoulders and made his lungs and stomach muscles ache. As he followed your steps around the fire he laughed until tears prickled the corners of his eyes.

And you laughed right back.

You continued in a circle at the fires side. He was instinctually performing a mating dance as you stood in the centre, his legs rearing up and down as he drummed at the floor. He watched the orange light flicker over every contour of your body, bathing you from head to toe, and felt the most unbearable pull.

‘Mi tesoro—’ he panted, ‘dance with me! Come!’

You giggled and tried to move in the same way he did, but with only two legs you quickly lost all rhythm. You kept up with him for as long as you could, until sweat covered your brow and your legs turned to jelly.

‘I don’t think- I have enough legs to keep up’ you panted. As he noticed you getting tired, Miguel got an idea.

‘Ay, I can fix that, arañita’.’

With a low chuckle he swooped in and scooped you up, holding your body bridal style as he continued moving around the fire. You clung to him and squealed as he spun you around.

‘AH- MIG!’

‘I’ve got you, mi arañita, don’t you worry!’

He danced in a circle as his paws tapped at the earth, and as your mind adjusted you returned to gently pinging the silk. The light thudding and ethereal strings conjoined into a strange and otherworldly orchestra, one that played you both well into the night.

Miguel moved until exhaustion overtook him, and when he collapsed to the floor you went down in his arms. You stayed in his grip and laughed until it hurt. In a messy ball of limbs and fluff, with his arms around your shoulders and your head in his chest, you laughed until the tears in your eyes made the night sky blurry.

That sound echoed for miles in the empty forest. It must have been eerie to anyone in earshot, to hear the low reverberations of manic laughter in the dark of night, in a place uninhabitable by man.

But here, in this circle, it was joy. In this private little clearing, with the stars in the sky and the fire burning, it was pure and simple. Whether you knew it or not, it was love. Link to next part!

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enha hyung line reaction to reader wanting to try out (consented ofc) somnophilia

Enhypen Hyungline's reaction to you wanting to try Consented Somnophilia  ⋆⁺ ☾ ⁺⋆₊ ☁︎ ⋆⁺₊

A/n : Hi Anon! Thanks for requesting :)) I hope I did a good job writing it! Omg, I just have to say thankyou for all the love that y'all gave me on my last post! Thankyou to whoever liked, reblogged or followed! I appreciate you all sm <333

Pairing : EnhaHyungLine X Fem!reader

Warning : Somnophilia (sexual acts when one partner isn't conscious), penetrative sex, sleepy sex, grinding, oral (f anf m receiving), fingering, kisses, handjob. Jake's a little bit longer 🤭 not because I have preferences tho

Word Count : 2,003 words (word count mentioned on each one :)

Masterlist - Tips

Heeseung - ⋆⁺₊⋆

(423 words)

He would be lying in bed one day, with your head on his chest, staring at the ceiling when you suddenly popped a question that made his brain think.

"have you ever heard of Somnophilia?" You asked him out of nowhere. He blinked his tired eyes as he thought. "You mean fucking while sleeping?" He asked back bluntly.

"Kinda yeah" you replied nervously playing with his fingers. "Why? You wanna try it sometime?" he questions, now looking down at you.

You looked up at him "Maybe...? only if you'd let me" you answered, looking at him hopefully. "Yeah sure, now I'd also like to try it" he chuckles sleepily.

///

After giving you his consent, you couldn't stop thinking about it. Until one night, you had made plans for morning. The second you woke up, earlier than usual, and earlier than him, your horny ass got to work.

You pulled the covers off of you and reached for Heeseung, who was laying on his back, still deep in sleep. You placed a soft kiss to his lips and pulled the covers down to his ankles.

You traced your finger down his abs to his crotch, gently palming him through his pyjama pants. His face scrunched up a little as he let out a little whine, muffled with sleep.

You continued your ministrations, this time peeling his pj pants down to his ankles and settling between his opened legs, your face inches away from his shaft.

Your hand started pumping him, up and down, his cock starting to get harder as he let out small noises. He must be having a good dream you thought to yourself, his noises spurring you on even more.

Precum oozed out of his tip and you just couldn't resist getting a taste. You tongue darted out, licking a stripe on his slit, collecting all of his essence.

He tasted so damn sweet.

Then you took him into your salivating mouth, your small tongue swirling around his big dick. When his tip hit the back of your throat, he came to his senses.

The over stimulation was too much to handle, and he let out an immediate whine. Breathing heavily, he propped himself on his elbows and looked down at you taking his dick into your mouth and bobbing up and down.

He groaned as he fell back to the pillow, his hands reaching for your head. He grasped your hair gently, guiding your head up and down his cock. "Fuuuuck y/n, feels so good" he moans "K-keep going"

Jay - ⋆⁺₊⋆

(439 words)

You had brought up the topic a few weeks ago when you and Jay were watching a movie. "Have you ever thought about it?" you asked him, waiting for his reply.

"Mmm... sometimes" he had replied honestly, eyes still on the movie. "Would you like to try it?" he questioned nonchalantly. "yeah, actually" you replied, looking up at him. He was internally flowing with excitement, but he didn't show it.

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This was the day. He had been waiting because he didn't wanna seem too excited about the situation (even though he was). He woke up about 5 am something, so that he wouldn't be late for work if it led to something else.

He rolled you sleeping figure on your back, and admired your calm expression. Next, he leaned closer to your body, his lips hovering over the soft fabric of your pyjama.

His started from you lips, giving you a chaste peck, before sliding down to your collar bones and you breasts, leaving loving kisses everywhere his lips landed.

After ghosting over your tummy, his lips where now above your core, as he pecked you, over your shorts. He slid them off in one go, along with your panties, which were already sticky with your arousal.

His pointer and middle fingers ran across your slit, collecting your juices before inserting them with ease, making you let out a soft noise. He massaged your insides with the pads of his fingers, watching as you subconsciously arched your back off of the mattress.

He leaned his head down and his lips finally made contact with your bare clit. He kitten-licked your sensitive nub before licking a stripe up your slit. He hummed at your sweet taste, quickly wanting more.

He spread your legs wider, his hands parting your thighs as he left kisses there too, wanting to mark you up, so you'd know where his lips kissed when you were asleep.

After licking desperately at you core and taking note of your subtle movements, he finally decided to insert his tongue inside of you, just as you woke up, your thighs beginning to shake as you felt his wet muscle inside you.

"Fuck Jay, keep going" you moaned, reaching for his hair as you tugged on it. "So fucking good"

His tongue went back up to flick at your clit, sending you into absolute pleasure. You suddenly felt warm as your thighs shook one last time before cumming on his tongue.

"Fuck you taste so good" He mumbles hurriedly, before leaning back in to lick your release. "You taste even better in the morning" he adds, sucking your core dry.

Jake - ⋆⁺₊⋆

(732 words)

Once you mentioned it, ain't no going back. Bro could swear he felt his dick twitch at the thought of having sex while he was asleep or vice versa. It turned him on but he wouldn't admit it.

"I'll think about it" he mutters to you after you've asked him. You were clearly into it and told him that he can do whatever as long as its not weird (my guy Jake be freaky).

That night he couldn't even sleep. He kept thinking about it till he actually fell asleep, after rolling in bed for a whole hour of thinking. But he didn't sleep for long. He was too turned on by the idea.

It wasn't long before he popped a boner, dreaming about you. It was the middle of the night as well, and you were snuggled back into him, your ass inconveniently pressed up against his crotch. His horny ass couldn't wait any longer.

He placed a loving kiss on your shoulder, already guilty about the fact that he was going to ruin your sleep and wake you up in the middle of the night.

His hands quickly found your waist as he pushed you further onto his erection, grinding against you ass. He hissed in pleasure and sensitivity. It felt so good and he needed to be inside you as soon as possible.

He moves closer to you and whispers into your hair softly. "Y/n I need you" his warm breath tickles your ear, making you stir in your sleep. "It hurts so bad Y/n, please" he pleads desperately, hoping that you would hear him.

One particular hard movement of his hips startles you awake, suddenly panicking as you got awoken so sudden from a dream.

"Shh shh It's just me baby" he whispers comfortingly "I got you"

"J-Jake?" you ask into the silence, suddenly feeling his prominent erection pressing into your lower back, making you gasp.

"Feel that baby? I'm so hard for you, fuck" he breathes, grinding into you once again to emphasise. "I've thought about what you said.. and I really want to try it"

You hum sleepily, rolling onto your back to look at him better. "Only if you do all the work" you mumble, making him smile at you, before pressing his lips to yours in a longer kiss.

He props himself up, so that his hands are on each side of your head and his body is on yours. He swiftly take off his sleeping shorts and gives himself a few quick strokes before uncovering your lower half as well and guiding his tip to your entrance.

He pushes into your resting figure, making you suddenly grip on his forearms as he bottoms out. Your eyes are closed, still in your sleepy aura as you squeeze his forearms every time it stings a little.

"Shh, I got you y/n, trust me" he whispers, thrusting in you at a slower and gentler pace. He can feel you weakly clenching around him, enough to make his eyes roll back in pleasure. His horniness wants to fuck you quick and rough, but he holds back for you.

He trust slowly, but deeply, reaching all of the good spots inside you. "Fuck, you're so tight for me" he groans, as he feels his dick twitch inside of your tight walls.

You felt so warm wrapped around him, especially since you were still full of warmth from sleeping and being wrapped in the warm bed sheets.

As you lay there, almost passed out with sleep, he feels his high coming as he fucks you like you were his non-living flesh light. His dick twitches one last time before his cum squirts into you, painting your walls white.

He collapses on top of you, his face in the crook of your neck as he breathes heavily. You come back to your senses again as you feel his weight on top of you, as well as his cum spilling out of you.

"Thankyou y/n" he breathes into your neck, kissing your shoulder once he's calmed down. "Thankyou for letting me fuck you so late and I'm so sorry for waking you up" he rises his head and kisses your temple. "I needed that badly" he whispers one last time before getting off of you to clean you up.

perhaps sleepy sex wasn't the worst after all.

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Sunghoon remained quiet when you mentioned that you'd like to try somnophilia one day. It's not that he hated the idea, he just didn't want disturb your sleep or you disturb his. He was comfortable with the idea of you touching him while he sleeps, he just didn't want to wake up :(.

When you looked at him expectantly, he sighed. "Maybe we can give it a try" after all it was only going to happen once, unless he really liked it.

He'd be lying if he said he didn't think about it that night. He was already planning it out in his head, even when you kissed him goodnight.

But little did he know, that you were quicker than he was.

He had planned to make a move any day that he felt extra needy throughout the week. He planned to go a whole week without masturbating and save it for a fine night in the weekend.

But your horny self had woken up that exact night that you two had talked about it, feeling hot and bother, slick coating your panties.

You looked at his sleeping figure, admiring his side profile and the way his chest rose and fell peacefully. You ran a finger down the valley of his abs and soon landed on his crotch, feeling him up from his sleeping pants.

His eyebrows furrowed, making you bite your lip at his cute action. Soon enough he started to get harder, you doing him a favour and sliding down his pants to his thighs along with his underwear, freeing his previously confined length.

Now that his pants weren't in the way, your hand glided up and down his cock, smearing the precum that spilled from his tip. You stroked quicker, making him stir in his sleep from the rough movements. But he didn't wake up just yet.

You suddenly felt his cock twitch in your hand and with a low grunt, his cum was squirting out of his tip, landing covering your hand and even reaching his stomach.

The sudden orgasm woke made him blink his eyes open and he feels the white liquid on his lower tummy. He looks at you and groans, leaning his head back on the pillow.

"Fuckkk" he curses "I made a mess" he adds, sighing.

"You giggle at him "You're such a deep-sleeper Hoon!"

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I've started and deleted this sentence several times now and don't really know how to begin. So let's just go for it and say seriously WHAT THE FUCK has been the last 6 months!? My mind is a clusterfuck rn. I love L and N but they are seriously debilitating. Like I've been see-sawing between casual nonchalance about everything saying "haha this is great ride, what's next in store?" to just confused exasperation and emotional fatigue. I don't even know these people, and yet I am so fucking invested. This has never happened to me. They are like a drug. Seriously, whatever they are selling, I will buy 10 of everything, pump it into my veins. Why is my kink now seeing them get married, have kids and L be a stay-at-home daddy while N rules the fucking world?! N, alone, has me questioning my sexuality. Then I remember L is there, and I go oh yeah him too. Them is my sexuality. It's so messy. Anyway, now to the point of this. I had some flashbacks while watching L's Loewe Vogue video today. Watching his groomer give him a lovely face and head massage instantly transported me to Ireland with the infamous forehead stroke. Honestly, imo, the biggest turning point of the whole tour. So much happened before this time, but I really do think this moment was critical. I will outline why.

Obviously, Ireland was a massive deal for N. The excitement of getting back home and meeting family and friends, the amazing reception, it was special. She talked ad nauseam about her mum meeting L and honestly all I could think was when has anyone been excited/nervous about their parents meeting just a friend? You feel that certain way because you're wanting approval, you're wanting them to feel the same way you do about that person and welcome them into the family, as it were. I've never felt that way with friends, but I had done with my boyfriend (now husband). But maybe that's just me? L didn't seem as caught up in it, like almost trying to downplay a lot of her ott excitement. I also noticed that they were less touchy feely overall compared to earlier on in the trip, which was so unhinged honestly, I didn't know what to do with myself. But then came the moment. I don't think enough people have broken this moment down. So the interviewer asks the question, that's been asked oh so many times, "was it easier or harder to do the intimacy scenes with a friend?" And N looks at L and thinks to herself, he has a hair out of place on his forehead, I'm going to reach out and stroke his forehead right in the middle of this god damn interview. Not once, but a few times, like her little hand was built to stroke that man's face. Now, tbf, she does ask permission but also tbf her hand is already at his face before he can answer a whispered, guttural, "mhmm". He leans in, we loose L for a bit there, then he comes back saying "ok" like you probably got that hair now, think we should stop now. And her going into 'mother' mode telling him to turn his head, good boy. And his little worried face when it's over. And them talking about how N just can't stop picking hairs off people on set. Mmm ok. If they were in Regency outfits, I would be expecting a mirror scene next up. But you might say to me, well shit like this has happened countless times, it's just another thing. Well, I say no, this time was different. They both knew they had crossed a line, publicly, her initiation, his reaction. Because they were strange as hell at the London premiere. He avoided her gaze. She visibly stopped herself from touching him. One occasion, I saw her reach out to his arm or back, and she looked behind him (I think where their teams were?), and immediately pulled her arm back. The first moment she was asked about people shipping Lukola she had a pre-prepared speech ready to go to explain the head stroke. It was forced. A lot of what she said seemed so rehearsed, and although, I'm certain N does think a lot about what she is going to say in interviews, usually she is very natural about it and let's it flow. That lady was stressed and making a point that L is just a 'bud'. The lady doth protest to much, methinks. She's seen everything we've typed about her and L's behaviour during the tour, so why start over-explaining and defending behaviour now? She was STRESSED. That was the overt, obvious, stop yourself type of behaviour, and yet we still saw SOME of that unconscious stuff seep through, like him searching for her hand, her looking up at him like a God, her stroking his thumb with hers while holding hands (seriously, why was that SO intimate to me?). Point being, you can't fake that stuff, the repression and release. The unconscious behaviour. They knew something was rumbling. Or at least, N did. My opinion is that they have not acted on those rumblings, because if they had, it would be OVER. Electric. Power surge. Goodnight. Pack your bags and goodbye. We might not even exist anymore, tbh. But I shall wait over here and keep eating all the crumbs I can get. (I am sooo sorry about the length of whatever this is, thank you much the same, it was so nice to vent).

OKay but like I kinda fuckin love you anon...

I had the biggest smile on my face reading this.

There is so much to unpack here. We will have to chat sometime.

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18. "aw, it hurts? too bad. you're gonna keep taking it until i’m satisfied." btw- can you add this prompt to the Patrick catching the reader fingering herself request, if you dont mind,

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Every morning you loved to watch your husband work out; the way his buff muscles flexed awakened something primal in your gut and you couldn't help but bite your lips from the strong excitement.

That morning, you subtly snuck into his living room and found him doing stomach crunches, watching small drops of sweat outlining his solid body. You gasped but didn't dare to move as you stood in the doorway to his bedroom, feeling the tight knot forming in your lower abdomen.

Damn it, there was no way you could resist the carnal desire this man evoking.

After a while you were sprawled on his big bed, your legs spread wide as you played with your suddenly oversensitive bud, while another hand worked on your engorged nipple, rolling it and pinching it slightly. Fuck, you only watched him for a few minutes and that was enough to get you so turned on. Panting, you threw your head back on the pillows — the faster the strokes became, the harder it was for you to keep quiet, not to mention when you pushed two fingers into your wet pussy.

You were sure that your heavy breathing would soon be heard in every room of his apartment, but you didn't care as your orgasm was about to wash over you like huge tidal waves.

"Why am I not surprised that a slut like you can't even wait until I've finished my workout?"

Patrick's raspy voice bounced off the walls of the room and as you leaned up on your elbows you saw him standing across the bed with his hands clasped over his chest.

Panting, he brushed away his sweaty curls and groaned: "Don't stop now, kitten."

"Patrick…" Was all you could manage to mutter, your fingers still buried deep inside your blushing slit.

You couldn't help but open your legs even wider so that he could see you fingering yourself with a slick, nasty sound. Closing your eyes, you didn't notice him climbing onto the bed beside you as you sank into the ocean of pleasure, but it still wasn't enough. And Bateman knew it, so he groped your tits through your short top, squeezing them one by one before grabbing your hand and making you pull your fingers out of your pussy.

"Mmm, w-what are you doing?" You whimpered from the feeling of emptiness.

"Let me show you how to do it right," he crooned into your ear, pulling you closer to his heated, huge frame. "If it were my fingers, you would have cum several times by now."

"That's very arrogant of you to say that and -"

Patrick didn't let you finish your statement as he shoved his thumb into your mouth while his skilful fingers worked their way down to your soaked cleft. All you could do was squeal pitifully as Bateman finally reached your dripping entrance; at first, he only inserted one digit, but then he added two at once, forcing you to squirm in the sheets as he found your spongy G-spot too damn quickly.

"See?" He chuckled mockingly as he began to curl and twist his fingers in perfect rhythm. "Already clenching."

You didn't even want to argue with him that you were already aroused before he got here, all you could think about now was his thin fingers stimulating your most sensitive spot so deliciously that you thought you were going to bite his thumb until the blood ran out.

"Ahh…mhm!" Your miserable attempts to moan through his thumb only amused him and encouraged him to finger fuck you even faster, rougher and deeper.

"Awww, it hurts? Too bad, you're going to take it until I'm done with you!" Patrick growled loudly into your ear and slid his thumb further into your mouth, almost scratching your throat.

This wild cocktail of pleasure and pain made your head spin as if you had drunk a bottle of whisky. With a smug grin, Bateman kept pumping your throbbing pussy until he felt your inner muscles encasing his fingers so tightly that he let out a cheeky chuckle, but he never stopped fingering you:

"Awww, I like those cute little sounds you make when you cum," he murmured, holding you possessively in his strong arms as you trembled too uncontrollably. "You should be grateful that I haven't punished you for touching yourself without my permission, my bratty girl."

Patrick was mostly speaking to himself, as you couldn't even form a word at that moment, your inner channel still spasming vigorously around his fingers, and you didn't even notice what a wet mess you made around you, because you simply were not there.

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Wildness

Richter Belmont x f! reader (smut)

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“Richter, oh my god!” Dying in laughter with your stomach twisting. Richter annoyed his little sister Maria by acting very affectionate and flirty towards you. Tera hid her little laugh seeing her own daughter getting irritated by Richter. This led to Maria telling you both to get a room. 

Right after being scooped into his Richter’s room, he picked you up in the air and spun you around. Joyness slipping out through your laughter. He pinned you to his bed and tickled your neck with wet kisses. 

“Oh Richter!” your sweet, loving laughter causing your tummy to go ‘round. “Am I not allowed to shower my precious pretty lady with affection?” Richter asked with a grin, his hands holding down your wrist against the bed.  “Well…” You grabbed his collar flirtatiously and switched places with him, leading him to lying down on the bed instead of you. He gasped, feeling his heart pumping up in excitement, “I want you, Richter Belmont, to show how much you really love me by fucking me right here and right now.” 

That last part you said made his boner raised up. Richter stripped his clothes with a lend of hand from you. You excitedly took all your clothes off and crawled to his bulge, putting your mouth onto his juicy hard dick. Sucking it good and deep. 

“Ah fuck..” Richter groaned, grasping your hair as he watched you with such lust, his wild-beasty eyes flourishing. His cock was tasty as fuck, wet as hell.

Oh how you just fucking love the taste of it.

“(Y/n)...ah..” Richter growled, his lustful eyes preying on you, “I want you fucking inside of me now..” This was a demand for you to start bouncing on top of him and his juicy ass cock. You pulled away from sucking his sweet stick to having your wet pussy being pleasured by his cock. You let out a lot of moans from your lips as you began to bounce on Richter, his cock twisting your insides. Your whole body melted sensually into his pleasure, you moaned loud causing him to give you a good smack on the ass. His eyes are feasting on your breasts that are bouncing madly. 

Oh sweet heavens, it felt like a fucking, bloody paradise to you and Richter. 

Richter wanted to switch places so you laid your back down towards the bed as he crawled on you to kiss you passionately on the lips before putting his dick into your cult. You held his head tight, deepening the kiss and moaning through it. 

He crawled back a bit to insert his dick into your womanhood. As he slowly shoved it in, your whole sweating body trembled into his touch. “Ah, Richter! Mmm..” you yelped feverishly, feeling your insides being completely destroyed with such aggression by Richter’s almighty juicy cock. Your entire mind went to a total blur, lost as if you were in heaven being fucked by a Belmont. “Fuck, (Y/n), you feel so bloody good..” Richter grunted, his cock pushing deeper into your vagina. 

Your moans had gotten louder across the room, a wave of excitement flooding in. Richter loved how you make such heavenly sounds, they were music to his ears. You begged him to go rough on you and so he did, with very deep thrusts. Fucking you straight to heaven and calling you a naughty kitten for being such a little minx towards him. An exciting moan slipped from your lips when he called you a very bad girl. 

“You’re a bad girl, (Y/n). You’re a fucking tease, you know that?” Richter gave a good hard smack towards your ass as he thrusted in a fast motion, causing you to grasp the bed sheets with a gasp. 

Your body felt a warm liquid coming out slowly from your cult, “Richter! I’m about to cum!” you told him with that moany tone of yours. “Come on, baby! Fucking cum in front of me!” Richter went very fast with the thrusts, he slowed it down afterwards when you cummed, squirming out a nice splash of warm milk. Richter laid down next to you, the two of you took a breather after the lovemaking. He held you into his strong arms, kissing your face lovingly, “Fucking hell, I love you so much, (Y/n). You make me the happiest man alive on Earth.” 

You kissed him back, cupping his face, “I love you too, you goofball. We could go for another round..” You smirked mischievously. “After we clean ourselves up of course..” you saying that to your loverboy caused his heart to beat excitedly. 

‘Fuck, this lady drives me wild but I fucking love her for it!’ Richter spoke through his mind, talking to himself. He dragged her closer and kissed her wildly.

Oh boy, this is going to be a long ass fun night for you and your goofy loverboy…

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a/n - My, my...I never knew I would write another Richter Belmont smut which I'm still terrible writing at. I wasn't planning to write this, this idea of mine just popped out of the blue. Well, I hope you thirsty ass hoes enjoyed this ¬‿¬

UNTIL NEXT TIME 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

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★★★𝘼 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙗 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙩 (𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙩𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙮 4: 𝙆𝙣𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮)★★★

Character: Morticia Addams

Taglist: @lilfartbox1 @inlovewithgreta

Trigger warnings (DL, DI): Knives, Smut, dom/sub dynamics, praise, Top Morticia/Bottom reader

Genre: Smut

A/n: Sorry this was so short!!

Word count: 0.8k

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Your eyes fill with excitement and lust as you glance over the shiny silver metal that twirled itself perfectly through your wife's slender and perfectly manicured hands.

The way this woman treated you was just so majestic, the way her raven hair would move with each graceful movement her body decided to make, the way her eyes sparkled with delight whenever it rained or whenever you gifted her a collection of beautiful stems for her to put in a vase in her kitchen.

But god was your sex hotter than you could ever imagine it being, you loved being under her control, she wasnt really a mean woman when dominant, as she truly did love you as much as she loved blood and darkness. But that also had to do with your relationship as dominant and submissive, you were a good girl for her, refusing to be bad and annoying Morticia. Morticia often just liked to have you service her in the bedroom along with taking control of your orgasms, and you had honestly never been more happy in a relationship.

That's why whenever Wendsday and Pugsley were out of the house, you couldnt help yourself but to just want her inside of you.

"Mistress...p-please...touch me..." You whispered with a pleasing tone, to which your wife wuickly slammed herself into you, her tounge sliding inside of your mouth as her way of overpowering you,

"C'mon mi buena niña...you can beg louder than that, be good and dont keep quiet for me~" Morticia smirked, sliding her knife up and down your body before slapping the flat side straight against your core, making you whimper loudly as to please the ravenette who was currently holding your body tightly with one hand with her other tracing your figure with her blade.

"Mi Reina~ Please don't be cruel~! You can feel how wet I am...!" You moaned, head tilting back as your legs trembled, your wrists pulling tightly against the black fluffy handcuffs that chained you up against the wall.

"Oh don't worry, no need to beg mi niña," The raven haired woman cooed, smiling as she licked her lips, "You're going to have such a good orgasm tonight...or as many as I want you to have..." She chuckled, pulling at your leash as you choked out another lewd sound from your throat.

Another soft cry left your lips, you knew she'd give you what you wanted, but you also loved to beg for her to touch you.

"Mmm...please...! Need you, need you so much," You begged, eyes holding a pleading nature as you began to slightly grind against the knife, to which Morticia quickly pulled it away and held it up to your neck.

"I thought I said there was no need to beg?" She asked, tilting her head as she continued to give you a loving yet sadistic gaze.

"You're right Mistress, I'm sorry," You quickly stuttered out, legs trembling from the aching heat that was built up in your sex.

Morticia smirked, and in just one careful move of her wrist, she sliced off your bralette and thong you had been wearing, leaving you completely exposed to your spouse.

"Bueana Nina..." She muttered with a hint of passion in her voice as she began to leave hickeys across your collarbone, moving her knife to slap once again against your aching cunt. "Now look at Mistress while she's fucking you,"

You obeyed quickly, staring directly into Morticia's eyes as she began to pump her fingers inside of you, shoving her knifes handle into her mouth so that it didnt fall while she fucked you.

Lewd moans left your body as Morticia grabbed her knife once again, using it to collect the juices that were falling from your core.

"Mi Reina~! It feels so good~!" You whimpered as you felt your orgasm approching you,

The ravenette only smirked in response, pumping her fingers endlessly in and out of your hole.

"C'mon baby, come for me," She smirked as you came undone in her arms.

The older woman looked at you with lovefilled eyes as she uncuffed your hands from the wall and applied some lotion to your wrists, holding the knife up to your mouth so that you could lick off all the cum you had spilled onto the blade.

You nodded silenly as your tounge slided up and down on the flat side of the blade before Mortica discarded it onto the floor, holding you in her arms as she hummed a soft lullaby for you to fall asleep to.

"I love you mi amor..." She smiled as she ran her fingers through your hair, continuing to hum a spanish lullaby that she always sung to you after you had made love with each other.

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Your Leander fic converted me!! I love your writing!! I crave Leander x f!mc spice 😩 would you be open to them celebrating getting a home together and doing it on every surface to ‘christen’ the space? 👀

Thanks for the Request 💕 and welcome to the Leander Train 😁💖 I love how people are falling for him, and I love writing about him.

Leander Prewett x F!MC 🔥🔞 NSFW 🌶

The house was small, a little tired around the edges, and the windows needed cleaning, but MC couldn't stop the huge smile that was spread across her face. She leant her head against Leander's shoulder, his arm wrapped around her, as they gazed at their first home together. It was perfect.

MC hummed in delight as she squeezed herself against him, loving him more than ever, and looked down as he held up the little metal hoop. Two keys dangled from it. One for each of them.

After six months of living with his parents whilst they saved every precious coin, the joy of seeing those keys was almost overwhelming. Their own home, just for them.

"Shall we go inside our house?" He asked. She met his gaze, her heart pounding. She grabbed the front of his jumper and stood on tiptoe to press her mouth to his in a quick, excited kiss. He blushed, his eyes darting up and down the little street in case someone had seen them. "Is that a yes?" He chuckled.

MC nodded. "I can't wait to get you inside," she squealed. She tugged at him, hurrying him towards the door.

"Hey, wait, am I not supposed to carry you over the threshold?" He asked. "You know, tradition, romance...no?"

"No time for that, I've got a better idea," she grinned wickedly.

He laughed as she pulled on his arm, and he let her lead him, fumbling with the keys before pushing one into the lock.

MC was bouncing on the balls of her feet, hanging on to his arm. "Come on, Lee," she urged. "Open it."

He gave her a look, amused and confused. "What's the hurry?"

She grinned and pushed the door as the lock clicked. She hauled him inside and he laughed as she kicked the door closed behind them.

"What...?" He began to ask, but she kissed him, hungry and fierce as she dragged him across the floor away from the door.

None of their furniture was here yet, none of their belongings, but she didn't care. Once she had him near the far wall, she was shoving up his jumper, her hands greedily seeking out his skin underneath.

"MC!" He gasped. She giggled and popped the button on his trousers, her eyes dark and hungry as she looked up at him. "How about a little moving in celebration?"

She slid her hand inside his trousers, rubbing suggestively over his hardening cock, keeping her eyes firmly on his. He gasped again, his face relaxing with pleasure as she teased him. Months of sneaking about his parents' house and keeping their moans quiet had MC fired up. The freedom was making her head spin.

"Fuck... ," he moaned. He pressed his forehead to hers. "You're crazy. My parents will be here soon to help us move our stuff in."

"Then we had better be quick," she whispered. She bit her lower lip, reaching around with her other hand to squeeze his bum. "I like it when you fuck me hard and fast."

"Bloody hell," he gasped. He grabbed her and spun them both, backing her up against the wall. His mouth claimed hers, his tongue swirling deeply, possessively. She moaned, arching upwards and pumped him faster with her hand.

"Quick," she panted. She rucked up her skirt and slipped her underwear down, and Leander lifted her easily, propping her up against the wall.

He met her gaze, his cheeks flushed in excitement as he stroked long fingers against her heat. Her mouth opened, and she groaned, her eyes fluttering closed. He began to tease and then slid a finger inside of her. "Mmm, yes," she breathed.

"Merlin, you're soaked," he muttered. "You're a naughty girl."

"Only for you," she said. She slid one hand around his neck, the other pushing his trousers free of what she wanted. "Now," she begged. "I need you, now."

He filled her so perfectly, his hips thrusting up into her, one arm taking her weight, the other braced up against the wall. The sounds of pleasure spilling from their lips filled the little house, and MC was determined for this to be just the start.

Leander was still flushed, and MC was just finishing fixing her hair when Leander's parents arrived outside the front door. The lovers exchanged a little smile before he went to open it.

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MC lifted a stack of plates out of a box and placed them on the kitchen counter. She couldn't wait to cook dinners and serve them up at their little table, just them two, in their own kitchen.

It had been a long afternoon of arranging furniture and unpacking boxes. Leander and his father had built the bed first at his mother's instruction.

"It's the best idea, because once you're done with all the unpacking, you will be far too tired to build it then," Mrs Prewett had said. "At least you'll have somewhere to lay your head at the end of the day."

Leander and MC had exchanged a look, a rather heated and private look, but his mother must have eyes in the back of her head. Leander had received a swift clout on the arm. "Eyes on your work, son," she had said. "Save that kind of business for when I'm well and truly on my way home."

MC had smothered her giggle, quickly focusing her attention on hanging her dresses in the wardrobe while Leander had flushed crimson, rubbing his arm with a scowl. Leander's father had flashed him a knowing smirk as he arranged the bed frame.

She grinned, remembering the exchange as she began to wipe down the plates, ready to put them in the cupboard. Leander came up behind her, his head bending to kiss her neck, his hands wandering over her waist and hips. "Mmm, hello," he said into her neck. "We're finally alone."

"Got something in mind, have you," she teased. She tilted her head, loving the soft kisses he was trailing up towards her ear. His hand slid up to cup her breast, teasing her through the fabric of her blouse.

"Fancy bending over?" He whispered into her ear. She shivered and bit her lip. She shifted her hips, pressing her arse into him and grinding suggestively. His groan sent sparks flying through her.

MC flung out her hands, scrambling for purchase, her skirt shoved up around her waist as Leander fucked her into the kitchen worktop. He was lifting her hips up, hitting her at a delicious angle, her hands braced against the wooden worktop as she cried out her pleasure.

"Fuck, I'm close," he moaned. His hand wound around her hair, tugging quite sharply as his hips slapped against her backside. She grit her teeth, gasping as he hit up against her, deep and hard.

MC deliberately clenched herself around him and was rewarded with a lovely groan from his mouth, and then he thrust in deep, throbbing with his release. She smiled, breathing hard as he pulled out, his seed spilling onto her inner thigh, hot and wet.

She turned, wrapping her arms around him and seeking out a long, slow kiss. She smiled against his mouth. "Two rooms down, two more to go," she giggled.

"You're keeping a record, are you?" He grinned.

"I want you to take me in every room," she said. She swiped her thumb over his lips, teasing them. "No more sneaking or being quiet. I need to scream your name as we make this house our own."

His eyes widened, scandalised and excited. "What about the neighbours?" He asked, blushing a little. "They might hear us."

She chuckled, pressing kisses along his jaw. "Let them," she taunted.

"MC!" He gasped. Then they both giggled, holding on to each other.

"It's that, or we make good use of a silencing charm," she said. "Either way, I'm determined to have my wicked way with you."

Leander beamed and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I must be the luckiest man alive right now. I love you, so much."

She cupped his face, staring up into his eyes. "Love you more."

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She had to admit it, his mother had been right. It was late, and MC stared at the neatly made bed, the soft pillows looking rather inviting after a long day setting up home.

Leander came out of the bathroom, hair still damp, a towel about his waist. "Bathroom is free," he said. He pressed a kiss to her cheek and opened a drawer to find his pyjamas.

MC eyed the toned muscle in his back and arms from all the work he had done on the family farm over the summer. She was tired and ached a bit, but heat stirred in her belly, especially as a drop of water slid down from his neck and trickled over his shoulder blade.

She moved closer to him, plucking his pyjamas from his hands and dropping them back into his drawer. "You won't be needing those," she said suggestively.

He met her gaze. "Is that so?"

She bit her lip, fingers trailing up over his damp skin to caress his shoulder and along his collar bone. "Wait for me, I'll be quick in the bathroom," she whispered.

"What in Merlin's name has got into you, MC," he chuckled. He grabbed her, pulling her in close to press a kiss to her lips. "Not that I am complaining, mind you."

"I'm just happy," she said. "I finally have you all to myself, and I am making the most of it."

He kissed her again, slower this time, and then again, her hands snaking up around his neck, her fingers sliding into his damp hair. She groaned and forced herself back from him. "Stop, I need to shower," she said reluctantly. "I promise I will be right back."

Climbing into bed with him, snuggling up under the new sheets, feeling the naked warmth of him pressed up against her, MC savoured every touch, every kiss.

They moved slower this time, re-exploring every curve, every inch of skin. The low candle light flickered on the nightstand as she stared into his eyes, their soft pants and moans filling the room as they made love. Leander took his time with her, ensuring she met her blissful release after the quick romps earlier that day.

Exhausted, but happy, they fell asleep in each other's arms. Neither of them waking until the sun rose the next morning.

They spent the day taking a trip into the local village, walking hand in hand, greeting the new neighbours they may or may not disturb with their antics. They shopped for food supplies before returning to finish off setting up their home.

MC cooked their first meal in their new kitchen, almost burning it after a few distracting kissing sessions, but they enjoyed dinner at their little table before they relaxed in front of the fire for the evening.

At bed time, MC slipped into the bathroom whilst Leander was in the shower. She tweaked back the curtain and playfully pinched his bum, giggling as he yelped in surprise.

"What are you up to?" He asked, giving her a look.

She pulled the curtain back a little more to show him she was naked. His eyes darkened. "Fuck," he whispered. He grabbed her hand. "Get in here," he urged.

Giggling, she stepped in and pressed herself against him, the warm water making her shiver pleasantly as it trickled over her head. She kissed him. "Last room in the house," she said.

"And then what?" He asked. He kissed her nose, her cheek, her jaw.

She smiled and smoothed her hands up his chest. "Then we start all over again," she replied.

"Now, that sounds like an excellent idea," he said.

His mouth claimed hers, and she welcomed the kiss, eager to continue celebrating their first proper home together.

[scummy-writes]

Isaac's Request

Rating: Explicit (minors dni)

Pairing: Isaac/Arthur/Mc

Word Count: 1060

Tags: Threesome, oral, anal, blood drinking, spanking

Notes: This is for Day One of Isaac Week! Surprisingly I am not following the prompts on day one...none of my wips fit... So have Isaac domming once more.

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Isaac’s touch was so gentle on your jaw as he guided your lips together, taking his time savoring your taste with each kiss he took. You shivered as your boyfriend's palm slid from your cheek to the back of your neck, fingers threading through your hair as his tongue pushed into your mouth. Slowly, his kisses turned languid, only breaking apart so he could let out a shuddering sigh, giving you the perfect chance to soak in the lust-addled expression on his face. 

His eyes traveled down your body, appreciating the love bites littered along your chest and stomach, before settling between your thighs.

Or, moreso the man between them. 

Arthur’s own body was marked in various places- hickeys along his neck and torso, even more around his abdomen, followed by pointed bites on his inner thighs… You and Isaac had lavished him with attention earlier, refusing to give him the kisses and touches where he craved it the most. It wasn’t until Isaac began lapping at the very base of Arthur’s cock, then suckling the skin there in combination with fondling his balls, that Arthur’s pride finally broke. His voice had been so horse when he begged for more, but now…

Now he was settled between the two of you- on his back with his head between your thighs, while Isaac steadily pumped his cock inside of him. Being in such a position allowed you to see exactly how both your ministrations affected Arthur; the way his cock was flushed completely, the steady leaking of precum, how it twitched at times or bobbed with Isaac’s harsher thrusts… 

You gasped as Arthur's tongue lapped at your excitement, unable to keep his groans quiet as he delivered a teasing kiss to your swollen clit. The three of you had been going at it for some time now per Isaac’s blushing request, but you weren’t sure how much more you could take of Arthur bringing you right towards the edge before pulling back and focusing on marking up the plush skin of your inner thighs.

Isaac must have came to the same conclusion, watching the way your body shivered when Arthur’s fangs dug into your skin- only briefly, just enough for pleasure to wash over you but not push you over. With bleary eyes you watched as Isaac moved his grip onto Arthur’s hips, holding him in place as he snapped his hips deeper into the man. Arthur’s cock twitched, a low groan rolling out.

“Isaac-” A sharp gasp and his nails dug into your skin as Isaac gripped his cock, beginning to pump it in time with his languid thrusts, “Fuck-”

"Mmm, I thought we agreed you couldn't cum until she does. Why are you teasing her so?"

“Don’t you think our bird sings sweeter afterwards?” Arthur tried keeping his voice carefree, but the shudder that rolled through him said enough.

“Should I follow your lead then?” As he spoke, Isaac began to pull out- only to chuckle when Arthur reached out for him. "No?"

“You’re both bloody teases.”

“Funny, I don’t recall teasing you yet, Arthur. But I’m happy to oblige.”

Isaac’s low chuckle at Arthur’s whine of protest had you excited for whatever he was planning next, watching as he stopped thrusting into Arthur, turning his full attention on you. It was clear what he wanted as he glanced at your neck, a bite wound from a few days back faintly lingering still.  

“May I?”

As soon as you agreed, Isaac reached out towards you, brushing your hair behind your shoulder before cradling the back of your head with his hand, kissing the spot he seemed to favor the most before-

“Ah!”

The bite sent shockwaves through you, making you muffle your cries with the back of your hand as Isaac pushed his fangs in deeper- until Isaac pulled your hand away, linking your fingers together and squeezing as he drank, making it clear he wanted to hear every noise you made.

Isaac's tongue lapped up your blood messily once he finally pulled his fangs out. You could feel a few droplets spill down your breasts, the sensation of the wet drops slowly trailing down your skin almost tickled with how sensitive you felt, and the sharp contrast of Arthur’s nails digging into your thighs only heightened this, adding to the waves of pleasure coursing through you. Your gasps and mewls seemed to spur on Arthur’s groans to escape freely now, unable to hold them at bay while Isaac’s cock began to rock into him once more.

Isaac’s own breath was ragged, and it made you slightly jealous of the pleasures he must be feeling- like the way Arthur was undoubtly tightening around his cock so deliciously that it made Isaac’s composure slip, as you could see the way his eyes fluttered shut and his brows knitted together when he pulled away from you, a mouthed curse slipping out.

Arthur's stomach dipped as he took in a deep breath, a soft whimper of Isaac's name spilling, and finally your boyfriend looked down at him, slowly running his tongue over his reddened lips before speaking.

"Mmh, that close already?”

“The smell of her is… I can’t wait any longer, Isaac…”

Isaac glances over at you, as if asking you what the next move would be. You trail your fingers along Arthur’s torso, delighted in the way he groans against your thigh.

“I can wait, Isaac. Arthur’s been through much more teasing than I have tonight.”

Isaac smiles before his hand is at your jaw again, guiding your lips together once more. His kiss to you is gentle, apologetic, but the one delivered to your neck is full of an unspoken promise; that he swears you're next.

He just has to take care of the incorrigible man in between the two of you first.

Arthur's flipped onto his stomach the moment you settle yourself on the bed, and you watch as he’s pulled onto his knees roughly enough to elicit a gasp that turns into a groan, Isaac pushing into him once more. When Arthur lets out a breathless laugh, there's a resounding smack, his cheeks immediately turning crimson when Isaac leans over him, a growl in his ear as he's spanked again.

Maybe… maybe you didn't mind being attended to last when your reward was seeing Arthur melting into the sheets.

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The writing on this one might sound odd, and that's because this was a wip from 2020 that I tried sprucing up to sound a bit better.

It's actually the first draft of Playful Punishments in a way... I saw a hot gif of a guy basically being a toy for two women, and wanted to put Arthur in his place, and then make Isaac....well. *gestures*

But it split off into it's own thing when trying to decide if I actually wanted to write this position, because it's hard as fuck for me to describe HAHA so I explored a different position, with Arthur still eating Mc out, and Playful Punishments came to be while this wip was covered in dust.

Anyway, it's old, is my point HAHA. I hope you guys were still able to enjoy!

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On Bended Knee

A/N: The Rumbelle discord said we needed more shop blow jobs, so here I am to help. 

Summary: Belle surprises Gold at the shop on their anniversary. A prequel to To Have and to Hold.

Read it on AO3

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Alasdair Gold was the luckiest bastard in the world.

This was not due to any machinations of the universe. He had not been born beneath a lucky star. His mother had abandoned him before he could walk and his father had stuck around a scant few years longer. In fact, he’d been followed by pain and misfortune for most of miserable life. But right now, with Belle French’s mouth wrapped around his cock in the middle of the goddamn workday, none of that other stuff seemed to matter.

He was a lucky bastard, and he wasn’t about to question why his fates had changed so drastically.

“God, Belle,” he managed to gasp out, gripping the wooden counter before him with both hands. She’d snuck in a few minutes ago, a mischievous smile on her face and nothing but black silk beneath her trench coat and proceeded to blow his mind.

This wasn’t like him. He’d never engaged in things like this in his past relationships. But something about Belle made him want to be daring, to be brave, to be reckless, adjectives that had certainly never been used to describe Alasdair Gold.

Belle was hidden beneath the counter, but he was in full view of anyone who walked through the front door. There would be no hiding what was happening should someone come in. Belle had turned the sign to closed, but she hadn’t locked the door. The idea that anyone could stumble in from outside and catch them only added to the exquisite excitement of the moment.

Her head bobbed along the length of him, her hand wrapped around the base of his cock as she hollowed her cheeks and sucked.

“Fuck!” he groaned, pounding a fist against the counter, his other hand tangling in Belle’s hair.

Belle pulled off of him with a pop, grinning up at him.

“Enjoying yourself, darling?”

“Always,” he gritted out.

She blew along the length of him, sending a shiver down his spine and a whimper escaping his lips.

“I love seeing you like this,” she said, her hand pumping him lazily as she grinned up at him with smeared lipstick. It was an utterly erotic sight. “All desperate for me. Imagine if anyone else in town could see you now, the powerful Mr. Gold completely undone.”

He shook his head, a flare of panic in his belly belied by his cock swelling even more at the idea of anyone watching them.

“Mmm,” Belle hummed. “You like that don’t you?”

“I like everything you do,” he managed to grunt out.

Belle gave him one more little grin before taking him in her mouth again, taking him so deep he was butting against the back of her throat, her tongue painting intricate designs along his cock. He wasn’t going to last long and before he could even warn her, he came with a muffled shout, biting down on his hand to keep from alerting the whole street.

Belle didn’t complain, just sucked him down. She pressed a little kiss to his tender flesh before tucking him back into his pants and zipping him up. Then she looked up at him, her lipstick wrecked and a wicked smile on her face.

“Happy Anniversary,” she said.

“Marry me,” he returned.

That wiped the smile right off Belle’s face, her blue eyes widening and her delicious lips parting in a gasp.

“What?” she asked, quickly clamoring to her feet and steadying herself with her hands on his arms.

“Marry me,” Gold said again softly, reaching out to push a lock of hair behind her ear. “Be my wife.”

Belle shook her head and Gold’s heart hammered to a stop. Perhaps he wasn’t so lucky after all. Of course, it was silly to think she would ever say yes. Why would she? He was old, lame, ugly…

“Because of that?” she interrupted, motioning behind her to where she’d just been kneeled beneath his counter.

“No,” Gold snorted. “Because I love you and I want to marry you.”

“But you’re only asking me because your head’s all fuzzy from a blow job!” she exclaimed. “Oh, don’t do this now! You can only ask me something like that if you really mean it.”

“I do mean it,” Gold assured her, and then to drive home the point, he pulled a small blue velvet box from his jacket pocket.

Belle gasped again.

“I was going to ask you at our anniversary dinner tonight,” Gold said, popping open the box to reveal a brilliant diamond ring. “But no time like the present, eh?”

Belle clapped her hands over her mouth, looking up at him with those beautiful blue eyes of hers.

“You’re serious?” she managed.

“As the grave.”

“You’re really proposing!” she gasped yet again, tugging her coat closed over her lingerie. “And I’m in my underwear! What will we tell our children?”

Gold raised a skeptical eyebrow. “You’re worried our hypothetical children will ask what you were wearing when I proposed?”

“It might come up,” Belle insisted. “Oh God, they’ll know we have sex!”

Gold couldn’t help it, he laughed at her.

“They’re bound to figure it out eventually, given their existence.”  

And then Belle was laughing too, and kissing him, and squealing about the ring. But she still hadn’t answered his question.

“So,” he prompted, a nervous little butterfly fluttering around his stomach even still. “Will you marry me?”

“Yes, Alasdair, of course I’ll marry you!”

She flung her arms around his neck, kissing him again and he gripped on to her for dear life.

Yep. Luckiest bastard in the world.