#switch!male!reader

[sleep-0-deprived]

What would it be like if nerdy reader liked erotic books and liked to replicate scenes with yandere Bully?

Yandere bully x nerdy male reader reading erotic books~ ૮��� ྀི >⸝⸝⸝< ྀི꒱ა

Just imagining your sitting on a chair in the empty school library reading your books during study hall with your face indulged into the book occasionally peeking back over your shoulders making sure no one is behind you when you’re reading, “what’cha readin?” The voice makes your back go all stiff turning around and lo and behold your favorite obsessed bully right behind you with his grin obviously knowing what you were reading.

Just imagining you getting pulled out of the library dropping whatever piece of erotica was in your hands while he whispers something like “if ya don’t want me to tell the school what you like to read then you’ll suck me off just like that girl was doin in that pervy little book of yours?” He’d mumble pushing you on your knees making you suck at his cock through the fabric of his jeans just watching you all hard on the bathroom floor rutting your bulge into his shoes.

Just imagining you working up the courage after school to beg the Yandere to let you fuck him, you keep blurtin out how you’d “make him feel good” basically pouting like a puppy when the two of you are alone until he just gives a nod not thinking you’d fuck him any good, this man laying getting his back blown out was such a humbling experience to have such a nerdy guy on top of him holding his legs to his chest while you ramble on bout “gonna stuff you up s’much”

Just imagining you reading your erotic book getting in the middle of a smut scene sitting in his bedroom all hard practically jumping his pillows squirming when you read the book, until he walks back in that is “damn, didn’t know you were such a slut…” he’d lean against the doorframe mocking you until it happens, him ending up on top of you with you bent over in his bed while he makes you read page after page of smut, if you stop reading he stops thrusting leaving you on edge with a gruelingly slow pace.

Just imagining you laying on your back in a janitors closet after school hours while he eats your ass out messily drooling sucking on your s/c bud gripping the gloves of your asscheeks occasionally muttering out, “was that how they did it in your slutty little books” while his tongue delved deeper and deeper into your hole licking at your inner walls until they puff up with sensitivity just making you bite your bottom lip to keep quiet not wanting to be caught.

Just imagining you making it to a part of your book learning about a new act during sex, and ofcourse who’s better to try it on than your obsessed/very degrading man. You get a “huh??” Face out of him when you ask about fucking the gap between his muscular thighs but you don’t get denied?….here you were behind him groaning and heaving with your cock leaking precum all down his thighs, one hand on his hip the other on his cock while you lay your chin on the back of his shoulder “just a little longer please~” you’d beg him trying to cum while he just degrades the hell out of you not admitting his enjoyment.

[dorkszn]

“quit squirmin’, will ya?” mickey rasps in your ear. you swallow harshly as you grip the fabric of his sweatpants.

“you guys are attacking me,” you scoff, mickey’s lips press against the skin of your throat again. bite marks and bright red bruises litter across your skin.

“god, you’re so dramatic.” your red-head boyfriend sighs from the end of your bed. ian kisses against your abdomen, softly sucking more hickies into your skin while his fingers toy with the waistband of your shorts.

“am not.” you glare down at him.

“are too.” mickey grumbles, softly digging his fingertips into your skin. you slightly squirm at the touch, a sigh leaving you.

“i am no—“

“god, you talk so much.” ian interrupts, bringing his lips to yours. he pulls your words from your throat and into to him, leaving you with nothing but gentle breathes and whines.

meanwhile, mickey’s hands slide into your pants, playing with the fabric of your boxers that were growing tighter by the minute.

suddenly, the sound of your phone ringing broke you and ian apart. ��shit— sorry, one second.”

they don’t let you leave their trap so you just reach out and grab the phone. you flip the top part up and bring it to your ear. “hello?” you greet. your mother’s voice responds to you through the speaker.

“yeah, you know I’ll be there.” you reply as she talks. you feel mickey begin nipping at your neck and ian takes the waistband of your pajamas pants into his grip. a choked noise leaves you.

“sorry, I’m just… a little busy right now.” you speak out, your free hand reaching up to hold mickey’s hair to carefully push him off of you. but he doesn’t budge.

“yeah, ok, see you then, yeah, love you too, bye.” you say, quickly hanging up the phone.

“who was that?” the ginger questions, kissing your jawline.

“my mom, you assholes.” you scoff. ian pulls down your pants to completely reveal your underwear and growing erection.

“aww,” mickey hums and you can see his smug grin out the corner of your eye.

“shut the fuck up, milkovich,” ian snickers from his spot. “you too, gallagher.” you look over to him.

a smirk covers ian’s face. “why don’t you makes us, fisher?”

[cursedfallingmoon]

Once upon a Dream || Yan GB Sleeping Beauty x GN Reader

Characters: Rory

Summary: A cursed prince with no social know how

Warnings: Yandere themes, possessiveness

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Yan GB Sleeping Beauty who first met you when the King and Queen were celebrating his birth. A christening. You were very young, but you barely remember it in your current days. You do, however, remember the Dark Fairy Queen that had placed a curse onto this enchanting newborn as revenge against the King who had wronged her.

Yan GB Sleeping Beauty who ends up being kept away in a hidden cottage in the forest with the three good fairies as his protectors. All throughout his life, he grew up without knowing of his royal prestige. He found great comfort in the forest and the little critters within it. He did wander quite a lot when he had finished his chores.

Yan GB Sleeping Beauty who grows up beautifully and full of kindness for everyone and everything around him. He has an ethereal aura around him, and he handles everything with great care. It would make anyone who saw swoon. However, he has a lack of social interaction due to living deep in the woods and the only people around him are his caretakers.

Yan GB Sleeping Beauty who memorizes the forest from just exploring in his free time. He knows where the best berries, fruit, and wild vegetables are. Along with the best wild flowers grow. It was an average day when he found a scared, lost horse with a saddle on it. He approached the horse with a calm, steady hand in front of him. He placed the hand on the horse's face and tried his best to soothe it.

Yan GB Sleeping Beauty who follows the now calmed horse to a clear field of grass and wild flowers. There was also a clear view of the castle that was in the distance. His “aunties” had told him stories about the castle and the King. They also told him stories about the villages that surrounded the kingdom. He was so caught up in watching the castle, he didn't hear or notice the rustling behind him.

Yan GB Sleeping Beauty who becomes startled when he sees you running toward the horse. You looked soaked, and your clothes stuck to your skin in all the right places. He was flustered by not another human in the forest, but by the fact that you looked so enchanting. He remained silent as he watched you fuss over your horse. The care for your animal is very clear to him.

Yan GB Sleeping Beauty who is brought out of his trance when you walk up to him with your horse following you. You were so sweet when you thanked him for watching your horse as well as calming the horse down. You go on to explain you were bucked off your horse because they were spooked. Your voice when you spoke to him was so soft. His heart was fluttering. He wanted you to stay so he could hear your voice more and to befriend you.

Yan GB Sleeping Beauty who finds himself missing you over the next few days. Even when he's asleep he has dreams of you, as if he has met you some time before. There was so much longing in his heart. This is so different for him. He was acting so much out of character that even his “aunties” took notice. Rory would go out for long hours and not come home till the sun had set. What was he doing? They were worried that the Dark Fairy Queen would find him, but they couldn't share their concerns with him.

Yan GB Sleeping Beauty who becomes so excited when he sees a familiar horse. He runs up to you, his face all aglow from excitement. He starts to gush about missing you. He doesn't know how to converse with another person, but he's trying. He's all blushy in front of you. He helps you off your horse with a gentle hand. Even touching you is awkward. He keeps a hold of your hand and drags you through the forest. He talks so much about his knowledge of the forest he's lived in all his life in hopes that you would be impressed.

Yan GB Sleeping Beauty who ends up ranting to you about his interests. He shares things he remembers from his childhood, funny stories that involved his “aunties”. He didn't know when or how to stop. He just spilled everything to you. But to his joy, you were listening with a smile. He wanted so badly for his “aunties” to meet you. However, whenever he seemed to bring up this enchanting stranger in conversations, they would show so much hesitance. It didn't matter anyway. He was happy to just spend time with you.

Yan GB Sleeping Beauty who asks you a bunch of questions about the village and the castle of the kingdom. You tell him the stories of a prince that was cursed when you were younger. You don't remember the name of the prince, but you're glad to share it as best as you remember. You also tell him that you're not from this kingdom but a different one. You entertain him with stories about your kingdom and what it was like. He is so happy to listen.

Yan GB Sleeping Beauty who becomes very upset when you disappear for a couple of months. He feels completely betrayed that he's left alone just to wait for you to come back. Well, hope for you to come back. His “aunties” share with him that you were most likely visiting from another kingdom. He cries and begs for you to come back. He was acting as if you died. Those were very long weeks for everyone within the cabin.

Yan GB Sleeping Beauty who has his animal friends of the forest help him feel better while you're away. This usually entailed dancing with Rory and listening to his fantasies about you. He also had an increase of dreams about you. They were usually the same thing. You would come find him and whisk him away to your kingdom where the two of you lived together and had a family of your own. He acted very much like a love sick fool. Sometimes the Dark Fairy Queen's crow would take notice when he was watching over the boy.

Yan GB Sleeping Beauty who is so happy when you come back to him after a few more months of your absence. You apologizes profusely about leaving so suddenly without giving him a goodbye. Rory was so grateful that you cared about his feelings this much. He forgives you with a tight hug. What shocked him the most was that his "aunties" were right. You were just visiting. But what made his mind explode the most was that you were visiting the King and Queen. He hoped that the prince you had told him about didn't take you from him.

Yan GB Sleeping Beauty who clings to you even more now that you're back. He gives you updates that he thought you would find important. Little things that happened in his daily life. He shared his overwhelming longing for you to come back and the dreams he had of you. It bothered him so much that you couldn't see him everyday. Like when you did when you were visiting. That's when his eyes lit up when an idea popped into his head.

Yan GB Sleeping Beauty who decides that he'll go with you the next time you leave to go home. He declares it out loud for all to hear within the forest. He doesn't give you any chance to argue. He runs immediately after his declaration to share his decision with his “aunties”. He skips to his secret cottage, not taking any notice of the pair of eyes with wings that follow him.

Yan GB Sleeping Beauty who becomes utterly distraught when his “aunties” deny him to let him leave. They were very adamant about not letting him leave with a stranger. They never met you and they couldn't take any chances. He becomes so upset that he runs out the cabin and declares that he would run away with you. He runs through the forest to try to find you.

Yan GB Sleeping Beauty who finds you in a secluded lake alone. You looked just as enchanting as he did when you two first met. You were watching the ducks swim around. You must have tried to find him, but got lost along the way. However, his eyes scan over you and his face falls. You were surrounded by crows. There was one large crow that was much bigger than the rest perched on your shoulder.

Yan GB Sleeping Beauty who can't help but find the scene unsettling. When all the crows turn to look at him his back shivers. You follow the crows' gazes to see your blonde haired friend standing not too far away. He fights against the unnerving feeling and runs to you. The crows let out a deathly caw as they're scared away into the tree tops. He throws his arms around you, hugging you as tight as possible. He sobs against your chest.

Yan GB Sleeping Beauty who startles you with his change of moods. He was just so happy moments ago and ow he's this sobbing mess that has a deathly grip on your body. He was so cheery and was planning to leave with you, even if you didn't agree. He hiccups between his words as he tries his best to explain to you how his “aunties” don't want him to leave with you. However, he twists the story to make it seem like his “aunties” were the villains. This was all in hopes of you agreeing with him. You don't though, and he hates you for it.

Yan GB Sleeping Beauty who sees you leave the forest once more. He hates how you have to go partake in some royal's birthday when his is tomorrow. Why couldn't you have stayed for him? As he watches, his eyes never leave your figure. Tears well, and he slowly makes his way back to the cabin with his “aunties”. There they tell him that he's actually a prince. The fairies tell him of his true past and the curse that was placed upon him. The more he's told the more his trust breaks. By nighttime, he's in a carriage to the castle.

Yan GB Sleeping Beauty who is embraced with open arms by his actual royal parents. He's pushed into his birthday party with such suddenness. Frazzled, he tries to go about interacting with others, but there are voices in the back of his head. Voices that lead him through the castle, ending up in a secluded room where one spinning wheel stands. He reaches for the spindle, pricking his finger on its sharpness. There his eternal slumber commences. When he is found by father, he shrieks and brings him back to his royal chambers. The three good fairies make everyone within the castle fall asleep alongside their prince before they rush out to go find you.

Yan GB Sleeping Beauty who is asleep all the while you fight for him. He's awake just from your touch on his hand. The amount of love he holds for you is immense. He doesn't care how long he was asleep. You're here, and you're the one who saved him. Everyone else has awoken, and they go through with the party in honor of the prince. Rory tells everyone there that you saved him. All the guests go about singing your praises.

Yan GB Sleeping Beauty who is finally happy. Back at home with his actual family, and he can be with the love of his life without worry. The transition from being in a cottage to being a prince has been hard. He doesn't understand how the nobles interactions go, but he has you to help guide him. While looking for you, however, he saw you in the royal garden in an all too familiar scene. You with crows all around you, and one large crow perched on your forearm.

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Property of @cursedfallingmoon! Do not repost or translate without my explicit permission! Reblogs are welcome!

[bobbeshwar]

The day that we as fanfic writers understand that just because he is burly, mean/intimidating, doesn’t mean he is a gigadom; and just because he’s shy/soft spoken or has anxiety, doesn’t mean he is a sub, is the day we can elevate as a collective.

[redr0sewrites]

So bc u requested Adam and/or Lute stuff I'd like to request Adam x male!reader? Like literally anything that comes to your mind, idc if it's sfw or nsfw I just crave it °^° (also if you're not comfy with writing male reader that's totally cool too, in that case just ignore this)

I HAVW NO QUALMS AB WRITING MALE READER NONNIE DW!!!! ♥️

🥀Cw: fluff, smut, male!reader, overall adam's usual shenanigans

🥀minors dni with the nsfw portion

sfw:

you can NOT look me in the eyes and tell me adam does not have some form of internalized homophobia, and the minute he starts catching feelings for you i genuinely think he'd have a mini crisis

because of his major fuckboy personality he has a LOT of experience with flirting with women, but literally no experience with flirting with men

adam is still pretty confident however, and would probably approach you first.

i think he'd have to be friends with you to catch feelings for you in the first place, so he's probably around you pretty often

adam is very subconsciously flirty with you, but in a much more genuine way without his usual bravado. he doesn't even realize how soft he acts around you, but others can tell by the way his eyes always follow you and how he seems to orbit around you, or the way he'll purposefully stand as close as possible when he's talking to you. theres also the fact that he's literally always touching you, whether it be an arm around your shoulders or a hand resting on your back, he just needs to be close to you. you attract him like a moth to a flame, even when he's in a crowded room all adam is focused on is getting your attention. even his casual hookups stop as he literally focuses all his time on winning you over, even he doesn't realize how much he likes you (everyone else can tell. theres a betting pool in heaven on when you both will get together and who will confess first, etc)

adam definitely acts like a BUFFOON around you, deep down he doesn't think someone like you would want to be with him and overcompensates by bragging constantly about all the woman he's liked in a slightly pathetic attempt to flirt with you and literally CONSTANTLY trying to get your attention. think of his usual flaunting attitude and then turn up the dial by 100%. he wants to be on your mind 24/7 the same way your on his mind all the time

meanwhile ur lowkey heartbroken, bc you think adam is straight and yet you can't get rid of your stupid ass crush on his stupid face!!!! it's honestly especially irritating because he'll flirt with you and call you so many petnames and nicknames and will always be touching you, so you think you have a chance, then all of a sudden he's talking about some girl he banged and you just feel a bit led on

its very amusing for lute to watch the both of you dance around eachother and your feelings, when you both so clearly like eachother but are too scared to do anything about it

honestly i think you'd both end up confessing to eachother in the middle of an argument, maybe your pissed at adam for bragging about the "super hot girl he banged last night" (she isn't real and he spent the entire night thinking about you) and he's pissed off that your getting mad at him instead of being impressed or falling in love with him

definitely one of those dramatic "because i LOVE you, okay?!" confessions i am cringe but i am free and adam just kinda stares at you for a hot minute

adam would literally be like "wait... YOU like ME???? i thought you HATED me????? IM the one who likes YOU!" in usual adam fashion, and you would literally be like -_-"YOU LIKED ME THIS WHOLE TIME??? WHY DIDNT U SAY ANYTHING????" his dumbass would literally be like "I WAS TRYING TO??????" and all of this useless dialogue would literally just end in the two of you admitting your true feelings (much to lute's amusement who was recording the entire thing bc she NEEDS to win that bet)

once you both are officially together? prepare for adam to be the clingiest mf alive (in a cute way tho). he waited so long to be with you and literally became solely devoted to you for a WHILE before winning you over and it's probably been a hot minute since he's genuinely dated someone. sure, he's had hookups, but real, soulful relationships aren't common with him.

adam is ridiculously loyal to you, definitely one of those people who will be like "i have a bf 🙄" when someone random texts them, even if that person wasn't even interested in them romantically

LOVESSS flaunting you!! adam will bring you to every event he attends, he loves bragging about you and showing you off to all of heaven

if anyone ever gave you any shit about your relationship adam would literally drop kick them, he's very defensive about your guys' relationship and wants everyone to know that he loves you.

adam doesn't know shit about labels or sexuality so you probably have to teach him some things, i honestly think he'd be pansexual or just queer/unlabeled (i am totallyyy nooot projecting)

nsfw:

adam has been alive a long time and thought he tried everything sex related under the sun, but being with a guy opened a whole new world of possibilities

adam had explored with anal a bit before, but never with a partner. only in the late hours of the night when jerking off just wasn't enough, and he found himself with a strange temptation, his hands creeping lower and lower until he finally began to thrust his fingers in and out of his aching hole, tears welling in his eyes from a mix of humiliation and pure pleasure. yet, when he admitted to having tried fingering himself before, he also admitted something else- he had never managed to make himself cum, and had always gotten too embarrassed to push himself over the edge

he is a switch FIGHT ME. the first time your both intimate, adam absolutely talks so much shit about topping yet starts whining the second he begins fucking your tight cavern. this leads to you taking control and fucking him senseless, and adam is shocked at how much he enjoys it

he takes dick like a champ, he's a bratty sub at first but once you praise or degrade him, he's melting like putty in your hands

adam is sooo loud, he's a shameless moaner and everyone within a mile radius can hear his screams

you have to teach him how to give head, and he is surprisingly a very fast learner. adam lowkey gets off on how humbling it is to be below you, and he's also the type to get off on his partner's pleasure.

adam definitely has some sort of breeding kink, and when he's fucked dumb and so, so needy, he'll beg you to cum inside, whining about fucking a baby into him and babbling pure nonsense

even though it is quite literally impossible for either of you to get pregnant, he loves that kind of dirty talk. adam will pretend to be embarrassed about it but the thought of you breeding him or him breeding you is genuinely such a turn on for him

yall literally never use a condom im sorry 💀

adam would enjoy topping as well, i def think he enjoys fucking you and he loves fucking you senseless with pleasure

the first time he tops adam goes slow, he wants to learn more than anything and becomes incredibly skilled at reaching that sweet spot inside of you

adam is the first man, the original dick, and he definitely knows how to use it. he's such a fast learner when it comes to sex-related things, and memorizes everything about you and your body. he wants to know what makes you tick, and everything that pleases you or turns you on

adam is a pretty big guy and he can easily maneuver you into any position you want, he really likes hitting it from the back and loves fucking you from behind. he'd definitely pull your hair, forcing your head back so he could whisper absolute filth in your ear

i really really enjoyed writing this urgrhrgregregeh i love me some adam- im an afab person but im genderqueer/unlabeled and sometimes feel more masculine or more feminine, snd this was very fun to write bc i usually don't get requests for male reader or more masculine reader so yea i really really enjoyed this!!! also happy easter to anyone else who celebrates lmao i can't believe yall r getting smut from me on easter 💀

[amurotoorudesu]

how to kiss someone

kudo shinichi x male reader

suggestive theme, kissing, bottom male reader, switch male reader, top shinichi kudo, switch shinichi kudo, curse, making out, reader is a fboy

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"w-what...?" the (e/c) eyed boy with glasses looked at his best friend with confused face.

"teach me how to kiss someone." said the black haired boy with dense look and flat tone.

(m/n) shook his head, positioning his glasses, wondering what demon possessed shinichi that he randomly asked this question.

or rather a request?

he didnt know either. (m/n) looked at shinichi again with frowned eyebrow.

"why do you want to learn that?" he can see the blue eyed boy's cheek slightly turning red and quickly averted his gaze to look at other things.

"do you... perhaps want to kiss ran?"

shinichi quickly turn his head around and look at (m/n) with blushed but annoyed face.

"i-i just... i dont want to disappoint my future lover!"

"by not be able to be a good kisser?"

"w-well... i-i mean... you definitely a good one, remembering you often kissed plenty of girls and guys."

and (m/n) nodded without hesitation.

"but are you seriously want to learn this so you could kiss ran?"

(m/n) observed the blue eyed boy's reaction and chuckle.

"pfft— as if you have the guts to kiss her"

"j-just shut up and teach me!" 

(m/n) rolled his eyes and told shinichi to get on his bed after talking on the side of the bed.

shinichi was getting nervous, because after they changed position, (m/n) keep on looking at his eyes and not his mouth, considering the (h/c) haired boy habits about looking at the others mouth and listening to them.

"okay, so first one, you seduce the person." 

(m/n) slowly lean into shinichi, putting his right hand onto shinichi's cheek, carresing it as he kept on getting closer.

"but since you can already seduce ran, maybe we can skip this part, yeah~?" the glasses boy grinning, making shinichi's face turned red and heart beating fast.

"second, you can tease the person by giving them little pecks"

before (m/n) lean and show shinichi how to do it, he pulled his glasses with one hand, letting the detective to see his rare face without glasses.

the detective was mesmerized, looking at the white pale skin and those tired eyes without the glasses, the slightly flushed face and those plump lips.

fuck... 

"loving what you see~?" 

realized he went spacing out while looking at (m/n) with lovestruck face, he just huffs and looked back at the glasses with challenging gaze.

"just teach me already"

(m/n) smirking and he lean onto shinichi, his lips met with shinichi, giving him little pecks and closing his eyes.

on the other hand, shinichi feels like hes slowly flying through the cloud nine, the feeling of (m/n)'s lips on his, and how the (e/c) eyed teased him by only give him short kisses making him eager.

he want to kiss (m/n) so much

"dont forget to close your eyes and breath through your nose"

(m/n) cut their kiss, panting while he get close to shinichi.

both of them didnt realize they were already so close, (m/n) sitting on shinichi's lap and their hand on eachother waist.

"third, once you and the person get comfortable, just make out, tongue and biting is really fun on this part"

they both lean onto each other, hitting those lips while (m/n) insert his tongue and shinichi give (m/n) small bite on his bottom lips.

sounds echoes through the room, they should be grateful because there was no one at (m/n)'s house because they're kinda being loud, whining and whimpering.

the makeout lasts for about two minutes, after they done, (m/n) put his head on shinichi's shoulder, hiding his red face on the crook of the detective's neck.

"that was fun" said the (h/c) haired boy.

"how's my performance?"

"good, you might need to have another practice though."

shinichi kissed the glasses boy on his pale neck, making (m/n) shiver.

and right when (m/n) was gonna get out of shinichi's lap, the black haired boy picked him up and threw him on the bed, caging (m/n) with his arm from running away.

now it's shinichi's turn to smirk, looking at (m/n) like the (e/c) eyed boy is his prey.

"you said i need more practice, right? mind if you're the test subject now~?"

and (m/n)? he looks at shinichi with kind of terrified but excited eyes.

i leave the rest of them to your mind.

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a/n : omg my first debut fanfic 😦😦 written in rush lmao, maybe the explanation wont be 100% true cz im a virgin both on the lips and ass, i accidentally fell asleep when i write this so forgive me, also english is not my first language

[st4ytiny]

Mirror sex with wooyoung? Him being really chatty and lowkey a brat as he teases the reader to look into the mirror?

I can't get that picture of wooyoung out of my damn mind.

Mentions of manhandling, bratty Wooyoung, Switch Wooyoung / swtich reader, teasing, cursing, hairpulling, choking, feral Wooyoung, bruising/marking, limit pushing, mirror sex, PWOP, tiny mention of his lip bleeding?

No gender or bodyparts specified either.

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Brat Wooyoung who pushes all your buttons and won't ever shut up unless you gag him. He's a fucking freak. No matter who you are, he will tease you by saying shit like "Oh (Name)? Can't you even dom me properly?" or "Do I really have to do it myself?". Except he does know that he cannot do it himself because last time that happened, he started sobbing halfway and begged you to do it instead. (That was probably the only time he ever gave up his bratty act without you doing anything)

Brat Wooyoung who loves it when you tell him to fuck you himself. This man growels. He is the biggest switch ever so he won't say no to a challange. Everytime he fucks you, it starts off with you on your back, usually in missionary. He LOVES manhandling, bending and stretching you into all kinds of positions. He has the audacity to act like a dom until you draw the line, wrapping a hand around his throat and he backs down immediately.

Brat Wooyoung who doesn't give one fuck about the curses and complaints falling from your lips. He knows you know your safeword and that you aren't afraid to use it.

Brat Wooyoung who has you on all fours then pressing your chest into the mattress. Fucking into you harder and pulling your hair, forcing your head up to make eye-contact with yourself in the mirror. He's biting his own lip so hard, it's almost bleeding before his eyes roll back into his skull. Lewd moans and words spilling from his mouth. He loosens his grip on your hair, focusing on your hips, making sure to reach all the delicious spots in you.

"Oh (Name)〜 Come on pretty, look into the mirror for me. Look how good you look all tangled up with me"

His annoyingly sexy voice whispers into your ear as his lips place open-mouthed kisses behind your ear. You curse while moans contionue falling from your lips. Wooyoung knows exactly how to tease and rile you up. It feels so good it almost hurts. He roughly pulls your hair back, making you have eye-contact with your reflection and you bite your lip in response. Your eyes dart up to Wooyoung's fucked out expression. His jaw is clenched, eyes dazy, brows furrowed and he has a hand gripping your hip so hard its about to bruise. Your eyes trail down the marks he has left on you.

Songs I listened to while writing

BTBT - B.I 〜 GIVEN-TAKEN - ENHYPEN 〜 DRUNK-DAZED - ENHYPEN 〜 CRIMINAL - TAEMIN 〜 LOVE KILLA - MONSTA X

[2kiran]

HIROMI HIGURUMA 香菸 ── `` switch h.h. gn reader.

just saying but HIGURUMA’s the type of guy to use you as stress relief. it doesn’t matter who’s topping, you’re still the one who’s going to take it. the pace depends on him, but one thing is for sure; he’s going to continue until neither of you can cum anymore.

HIGURUMA is definitely into face riding. grind on his nose, or maybe he’ll do it on yours. man’s a groaner but if you manage to tease him, play with his tip or clit, he’d let out a soft whimper.

he occasionally whines. if he’s really worn out, his hips would stutter until they finally give out. his grip on your shoulders or waist would soften, face hidden into the crook of your neck as his sensitive cock throbs with barely any cum coming out. ):

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[sleep-0-deprived]

Bottom Yandere slasher x final boy male reader head cannons~! ૮ ོ≧ ⩊ ≦ ོ𑁬

blowjobs, knife play, degrading, large bottom, small top ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

You were out and about camping on a little trip with your friends when he first had seen you, staring and blinking over at you like a frog. Something inside his cold body came back to life like a zombie breathing air once again. He had to have you and he would have you no matter what he had to do or who he had to clear. Taking you in the middle of the night after dealing with your friends, he’d have you dragged back to his cabin and just stare at your sleeping form for hours.

He’d blink over at you blushing under his mask obsessing over your every muscle and your short frame, you woke up screaming shouting any sort of insult just trying to escape only to fail each time with him frowning and locking you back up in his bedroom. “I’m not your fucking pet you big idiot! You can’t keep me!” You’d shout at him angrily but he’d only tilt his head as though he didn’t understand what you were speaking to him but he did understand you were upset by the tone you were using.

The slasher would keep you for months, he’d feed you and cling to you leaving you never alone because he was by your side each and every hour of the day. His arms held you in a bone crushingly tight spooning position in bed leaving you conflicted on how you could fall for a man like him? Maybe you were in live or maybe it was all the stressful hormones combined with the built up Stockholm syndrome that had you all over him by the end of the second month.

The first time you had sex with him was during your most recent escape, you found his knife, you tried to attack him from behind but with his tall stature you failed only having him on top of you pinning you to the ground. not before you shoved the knife against him threatening him going feral in anger. The hard feeling beneath you is what brought your mind to a clearer thinking. He was hard, how could he possibly be hard in a situation like this? You just tried to kill him and make your escape “are you seriously fucking hard right now? You’re a horny gain arent’cha!” You’d mock him feeling a smile creeping on your face.

Not even thirty minutes later you’re completely stripped holding him up on top of you with your hand shakily holding the knife to his thigh only grunting when he lifts himself up and down on your cock “o-oh shit, wasn’t expecting this” the slasher is even more infatuated with you at this point, the size of your cock had him intimidated at first when he seen a proud seven and a half— eight inches when hard cock looking at him for the first time since this was his first sexual encounter, shockingly sex wasn’t common for a crazed serial killer.

After that moment on the kitchen floor of his cabin this man’s silent and cold demeanor shifts into more, you fucked him into being domestic, wanting to make you happy trying to get you to want to willingly stay with him even if it means he had to please you. His face in your balls with his knife thrown to the ground while he attempts to give you a blow job “c’mon you can take a little more right, you’re a big man so shove it a little down that throat” you couldn’t help but be cruel to him with your hand gripping the rubber backing of his mask and forcing his face down on your crotch reminding him that while he kidnapped you, he lacked all his control when you were in the mix.

When you finally come around to the slasher, you’re grueling with him in sex, your arms would wrap around his body jerking your hips harshly between his thighs fucking him like a manic and pulling his mask back making him groan feeling more exposed and vulnerable before you, “are all serial killers preening sluts?” You couldn’t help but just egg him, not when you felt his walls gripping you back every time you spoke them making you a mess burying your face into his chest heaving and moaning on top of him fucking him like you need it.

[astrolynnworld]

under the table 2

pairing: bf! matt sturniolo x reader

summary: after a finished date with a horny matthew. he takes you back to your spot with a new goal

warnings: smut! switch matt, language, daddy kink, lots of oral, lots of pet names, praise, breeding.

a/n: this isn’t the story i ran the poll for, i just thought i would finish this series before i get to that story

word count: 1,201

after dinner, matt pays the bill and guides me out the restaurant.

“get in the car.” matt speaks while holding the door open for me

i quickly obey. matt then closes the car door and walks back to the drivers side.

“you drive me so crazy. you don’t even understand” he says while getting comfortable in the drivers seat

he turns on the car and starts the drive to my house since his brothers were probably home.

the car ride is filled with a comfortable silence while the weeknd plays in the background

that is until we are stopped at a railroad, waiting for the train to pass.

“fuck can this train go by any faster” the boy says anxiously as he craves to get back to my house

“you know we don’t HAVE to wait til we get home right?” i say while gently rubbing on his chest

he looks at me with his gentle glare trying to hint at a “if you want too, we could” vibe

i take this and start palming him through his pants. he adjusts his body in an angle for me to get better access

the railway gates start to rise as the train has finished passing. but this doesn’t stop me from touching the horny boy

“y/n i need to focus now, just wait til we get back to your place” matt speaks in a whisper

“would you really want that.. or would you rather me do this“ i say as i pull out his cock and start jerking it with my bare hands

“y/n..” he tries to speak

i lower my mouth onto the head of his cock and start circling the tip with my tongue

“fuck y/n- you’re gonna distract me” he says as he tries to keep his focus on the road

this doesn’t stop me. i continue to bob my head up his down on his cock at a pace that i knew would tease him the most.

“y- y/n” he begs

i now notice that he’s pulling into my street. i pull of and tuck him back into his pants.

he doesn’t say a word to me. he just turns into my driveway as if he’s in a rush.

he climbs out the car and comes around to my side of the car, to which he grabs me out and puts me on his shoulders.

“matt!! what are you doing!” i ask the hasty boy

he doesn’t say nothing, just grabs the house keys out my back pocket and guys me inside the house.

he lifts me all the way upstairs to my bedroom and tosses me on the bed

“strip.” says a firm matthew

i take off my shirt and pants.

“everything.” matthew says

leading me to further take off my bra and underwear

“good girl.”

“now get on your knees in front of me” he continues

i do as im told.

“take off my pants.” matt states

i slide matthew out of his tight jeans that compress the bulge sitting behind his pants.

he slides down his boxers, allowing his hard cock to spring up from the sudden freedom

“do i have permission to use your throat baby?” he asks

i simply nod my hand looking up at him with puppy dog eyes.

“i need words princess” he responds to my acknowledgement

“yes daddy” i reply

and with that. he grabs my head and forces his cock inside my tight throat

“fuck your mouth is so warm” he praises

he uses my head like a fleshlight and continues to pound into my mouth.

i close my eyes tight as i try to fight back tears from the choking and gagging that comes of his dick forcing itself in my mouth.

“you’re doing so good for me princess. fuck” he expresses while resuming to fuck my throat

“i can’t. i don’t think im gonna last.”

he further pounds into my throat with a few more thrusts until i feel his cum slide down my throat.

“are you okay baby?” he checks in as he pulls out and bends down to my face

i nod my head as i catch my breath.

“i’m gonna make it up to you princess. get on the bed.” he voices

i climb on the bed and lay on my back.

matt climbs on top of me and kisses my ears and neck all the way down to my princess part.

“you’re so wet baby. fuck i need to taste you” he says before flatten his tongue on my vagina

he continues to lick and slurp up any juices that were produced from my hole.

“you taste so fucking good sweetheart” he says from in between my legs

“don’t stop baby please” i whine as the cold air replaces his heat

he puts his tongue back on my vagina and continues to lick and slurp. i grab his head and push him further into me.

he continues faster and i’m left with no choice but to arch back into his head, i lose grip of his head as i feel my orgasm approaching.

he stops.

“fuck i need to feel you cum around my cock” matthew says while getting up from his position to slide his dick in me

“matthew. please don’t go soft on me. i can take it” i beg

“you’re gonna regret saying that angel”

he slides is cock in without giving me time to adjust. he just starts pounding into me like an animal.

“ugh matt. fuck- fuck fuck fuck” i scream out not being able to control my volume

“whats my name?” he says in a demanding tone

“daddy” i blurt out in a whimper

“say it again”

“fuc- daddy. you feel so good daddy” i repeat

“and who do you belong too?” he says while picking up the pace

i can’t even think right now. my brain is going fuzzy from the feeling of him in my guts.

“who do you belong too?” he repeats while putting his and on my throat and squeezing gently

“you. daddy.” i say out loud in a choked whimper

“say it again.” he continues

“you daddy. only you, i belong to you” i whine

“fuck you look so hot under me like this”

i feel the knot in my stomach growing as i close my eyes to focus on the sensation

“are you gonna cum for me baby?”

“yes daddy. can i cum for you please?” i ask while arching my back as the knot in my stomach starts to untie

“of course you can baby. cum for daddy. cum for daddy like the good girl you are” he says while continuing to deepen in me at a rapid rate

“fuck daddy oh my goddd.” i say as i let out my orgasm

he starts to slow down but not stop as he lets me ride out my high.

“you’re so fucking sexy y/n” he says

i don’t respond as i continue to let my mind fog up.

“here let me go run you a nice bath sweetheart” he says as he pulls out

i nod my head in acknowledgement as he laughs at the sight of his brain dead twinkie.

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a/n: thank you guys for reading 😝 let me know your thoughts

[cursedfallingmoon]

Bring Honor to Us All || Yan GB Mulan x GN Reader

Characters: Ping

Summary: An awkward boy who goes to war for and with you

Warnings: Yandere themes, possessiveness

A/n: I finally finished it oml!!!

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Yan GB Mulan who so badly wants to be seen as a man. He dresses like one, and he tries his best to act like one. His family doesn't seem to notice it. Well, anyone other than his grandmother. She seems to understand. And then there's you. His best friend. Who he's known since you two were infants. You make him feel like the man he truly he is.

Yan GB Mulan who is upset that he has to go through the match making process. Not only does he have to dress so feminine, he has to act like the perfect bride. Ping couldn’t bring himself to even think of that. He had a plan to marry you, no matter what. He dreaded the days leading up to it. However, he still worked hard to remember “The Final Admonition”. Ping's fear of disappointing his family drove him. He tries so hard to keep it together as he’s dressed. His only solace was you being there. In moments where he’s alone, Ping clings to you and begs for comfort. All your words are of reassurance. You constantly remind him that even if he looks like this, like a woman, you see him no different. That even in such attire, he isn’t any less of a man. He has to leave you reluctantly with his mother. Before he leaves, his grandmother gives him a lucky cricket.

Yan GB Mulan who messes up majorly with the scary matchmaker because the lucky cricket got free from the cage. He ran out of the building in tears. He didn’t mean to mess up. He tried so hard. He was panicked that his father would think less of him. That you would think less of him. Once Ping had made it back home, he broke down in tears. He wandered around his family’s estate as he rummaged around his thoughts. He ended up in the ancestral temple. In the reflection of one of the plaques, Ping wiped off the makeup. He finally saw himself. He sat under a cherry blossom tree, where his father had joined him. His father tried his best to bring some comfort to him.

Yan GB Mulan who is ripped from his sadness from the sounds of horses. A declaration was being made that seemed to rouse all the villagers. The emperor’s advisor was giving a call to war. Ping was watching from behind the large stone wall. He witnessed his father being handed a scroll. His stomach dropped. He wasn’t going to let this happen. Ping jumped off the wall and ran into the crowd. He gave his piece of mind to the advisor and shared his concerns to his father. They weren’t received well. The royal advisor simply sneered at Ping. The royal advisor couldn’t understand the audacity of Ping. After the advisor had left, Ping’s mind wandered to you. His only solace. Like always. He ran his way to you and shared his worries. You were always there to listen. It was then that he learned that some of your family got the same message.

Yan GB Mulan who decided that night to take his father’s place in the war. He uses this as a chance to cut his hair and bind his chest. In the reflection of his father’s sword, he finally saw himself. At least who he was meant to be. He feels like himself. In the rain, he rides off to the camps with his father’s sword in his hands and with his horse. What he didn’t realize was that you were watching him ride through the night. It didn’t take much mental work to figure out what Ping was up to. You followed him through the night on foot and with the help of kind cart riders.

Yan GB Mulan who tried to hype himself up to join the other soldiers. He was also working on asking his voice. He was startled out of his skin when a booming voice took over the secluded area. The area seemed to be lit up with a torch. Ping was thusly introduced to Mushu, his family guardian. Or so Mushu claimed. Ping thought Mushu was a lizard at first. Mushu offered Ping help which he took. Once Mushu helped hype Ping up, he was ready. As he was walking through the campsite, and Mushu offered some not so sound advice, Ping caused a huge mess in the campground. Not only that, but the other soldiers were pissed at him.

Yan GB Mulan who’s anxiety flared up even more as the general confronts him. The question he wasn’t prepared for. The general had asked his name. He was fumbling. Mushu starts to rapid fire names. Each one he mumbled made the General even more upset. Ping. He’ll go with Ping. Ping is shocked when the General points someone out to him. The General was gesturing to you. You were sitting so perfectly in the chaos. You weren’t meant to be here. Not only that but you were being used as a god example. Why did he feel so betrayed?

Yan GB Mulan who was incredibly embarrassed that he causes the rest of the soldiers to clean up. He kept his head down, but bumped into you. You tumbled down, which triggered his quick reaction. He brought his hand down and quickly helped you up. Ping was cautious about the amount of time he was holding your hand. Or how long he was staring at you. You gave hm your name, and he tried to act like he didn’t know you. He wanted to ask you a million questions. But he bit his tongue.

Yan GB Mulan who got a late start the next day. He was awoken by Mushu with a hearty warrior breakfast. Atleast, that's what Mushu called it. When Ping was told the troops already left, he bolted out of the tent. He scrambled to put his shoes on. As he ran, the first thought in his head is you. His pace quickened. Once he made it, he lined up next to you. Two other men were next to him. Ling and Yao.

Yan GB Mulan who stood at attention next to you as the General greets all of you. Ping became anxious. His hands itched to hold yours. He was pulled out of his thoughts when everyone took a step back, other than Yao. You and Ping watched as the General shot an arrow to the top of a wooden pillar. The General instructed Yao to climb the pillar to retrieve the arrow. The catch was, everyone needed to wear golden weights.

Yan GB Mulan who watched all the other soldiers fail to retrieve the arrow. He fails too, but his focus was on you. He felt so much wrry when you had to climb the poll. Ping bit his knuckles while you made it more than half way up. The moment you start falling, he ran to catch you. He doesn’t care about the stareson him. He only cares about the stares on you. He wants to shield you from them. He also hates that you’re the best soldier. Ping doesn’t understand it. He resents you for it. He wants you back home. He wants to be the one protecting you.

Yan GB Mulan who tried his best to perfect all the training practices but with no success. Ping fell everytime and caused the other soldiers to slow down. He felt like a burden. This was not what he wanted. Luckily, he had you to help him up everytime. Mushu watches from afar with Cri-kee. The dragon can’t help but joke about the heart eyes the boy had whenever he looked at you. His failures, however, make it to the General.

Yan GB Mulan who is met with the General one night. The General had Ping's horse. This wasn't a good sign. He was told to leave. Ping couldn't leave. He needed to prove himself. Not as a man, but to show that he's capable of being independent. Mot importantly, he doesn't want to leave you. So he found the weights, and climbed up the wooden pillar. He made it as the sun rose. He was greeted with cheers. Your cheering was the clearest to his ears.

Yan GB Mulan who snuck awat one night to bathe. Mushu was talking over him, which he grew used to. Ping had a towel wrapped around him to hide what he was. More specifically, what he didn’t want to be. It was stupid, but he’d rather be safe than sorry. Once in the lake, he had Mushu stand watch. Three men, Chien Po, Yao, and Ling, came running by and jumped into the lake. Mushu followed, and before any got to close to Ping, Mushu bit one of them. You made it into the lake last. It was just you and Ping alone. He kept his distance. His face was a bright red. How could he handle being naked in a lake with you? It was torture.

Yan GB Mulan who was now marching into battle with all the other soldiers. And you. He became anxious when Ling started to talk about women. More specifically, women that the soldiers were into. He gets asked about his type. What was he supposed to say? You? No! That would give him away! And it wasn’t something he was ready to confess to you. When he was going to confess to you, it would be beautiful. Not marching into death. Ping took to long to answer to you’re asked about your ideal partner. He wanted to push everyone away from you. He can’t handle your answer. What if you say something that he isn’t?

Yan GB Mulan who is relieved you don't get a chance to answer the question. The interruption, however, was saddening. The troops walked into a burned down village. There were no remnants of life left. Ping’s face fell. He reached out to grab your hand. He didn’t want you to see such a thing. As the troup walked treacherously through, Ping found a child’s doll. He touched it gently. The doll seemed well loved. He noticed your hand wasn’t holding his anymore, so he looked over at you. You were in tears. You didn’t make a sound, but the tears flowed down your face. Ping wanted to protect you from the sight. It hurt him even more to see you like this. Before the troops had to continue up the snowy mountain, Ping had placed the child’s doll onto the floor. He propped it up on the sword the General had placed for his dead father.

Yan GB Mulan who was attacked by the huns. Everyone scrambled to run away in the deep snow. They weren’t prepared for the ambush. In his quick thinking, Ping grabbed Mushu and shoved the General away from the firework. He aimed it at the top of the snow mountain, not at the Huns. Ping used Mushu as a lighter and the firework fizzled before it shot up into the sky. There was a silent anxious pause. A rumble then took over. An avalanche! Ping shot up and started to run before the snow had toppled him over. In his escape, Ping searches for you frantically. He catches a glimpse of you about to fall off the cliff. He was not going to let that happen. Chien Po, Yao, and Ling quickly follow to help you both up.

Yan GB Mulan who lifted you in his arms. He’s so grateful to the gods and his ancestors that you were okay. That you were alive. He nearly forgot the pain in his abdomen. When you brought it up, he panicked. The General had called for a doctor as the rest waited anxiously. You couldn’t handle the suspense. You wanted to make sure Ping was okay. That he was going to survive. Once the doctor was finished, they informed the General of who Ping really was. What he really was. It broke Ping’s heart as he heard all his friends leave him behind. All because of something he couldn’t control being. Of what body parts he had. All for a body that wasn’t his. Mushu, Cri-Kee, and his horse were all that was left. The only ones who didn’t abandon him. At least, that’s what he thought.

Yan GB Mulan who left the tent to go back home. He wasn’t watching where he was walking. His foot had ended up hitting something. He looked down and saw that you had stayed. You stayed. He nudged you gently to awake you. When you were conscious, you jumped up and tackled Ping into a hug. You told him that you knew of his true identity the whole time. In fact, you had followed him here to make sure he would be okay. He teared up at the sentiment. You really were his. Ping took this chance to introduce you to Mushu too.

Yan GB Mulan who rushes after the troop that had left him. You were riding with him on the back of his horse. You held onto Mushu and Cri-Kee. You four managed to make it. The parade going on made it difficult to gain the attention of the surrounding people. It was so frustrating when everyone ignored Ping. They even ignored you. Ping quickly hopped off his horse. He tried to prevent you from following, but you practically threw yourself off his horse. He sighed, however, he grabbed your hand and led you through the crowd. He made sure no one touched you as you two rushed to try and find the General. The two of you tried to get someone to listen.

Yan GB Mulan who ends up getting help from you, Chien Po, Yao, and Ling. He dresses the four of you up in women’s clothing and traditional makeup as disguises. He paused when he saw you. You looked so beautiful. Granted, you looked amazing in anything you wore. The love sick gaze he held was short-lived. Yao had punched his arm to get his attention back to the task at hand. The five of you set out, and succeeded to get inside the castle. The General had joined in too. Ping, you, and the other three men had fought off the hun soldiers, allowing the General to go after the emperor. Once all the huns were knocked out, you five ran down the hall to where the emperor had been taken. Ping distracted Shan Yu so Chien Po could take the emperor away.

Yan GB Mulan who is urged to cut the rope to prevent Shan Yu to follow after the emperor. He also pulls you away to keep you safe. You were not going to be one of Shan Yu’s victims. Not when you’ve gotten this far. While he has you against his chest, Ping shows Shan Yu who he really is. Or, well, who Shan Yu thinks he is. When Shan Yu became violent, you were quick to react. You pulled Ping behind you as you started to run. As you run, you tell Mushu and Cri-Kee to go to the fireworks. As they rush off, you and Ping end up on the roof. When the dragon gives you the signal, you have Ping duck. Mushu had the fireworks aimed at Shan Yu. Ping took the commotion as a distraction. He grabbed you once more to pull you off the roof. He uses himself to cushion your landing. It was finally over. Ping had saved China.

Yan GB Mulan who was awarded with the sword, the jian, for his honor. He had also been titled an honorary prince. He was truly recognized as a man. A man with true honor. As even more recognition from the emperor, Ping was also given a medallion with a dragon carved on it. He couldn't help the tight hug that followed. The both of you cried in so much joy as you held onto each other. He was finally able to go home. And he had gained the confidence to face his father.

Yan GB Mulan who brings his father the medallion that resembled his honor. Ping presented the jian to his father as well. He took this chance to finally explain to his father who he truly was. What he was. Ping was appalled that his father's response was to hug him. He embraced it. Ping wanted to cry. When he felt you hugging him from behind, the dam broke. He was so happy. Ping was finally home. He was finally him.

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Property of @secretcoralgarden! Do not repost or translate without my explicit permission! Reblogs are welcome!

[simplyafountainpen]

Dancing With Death

{𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼}: Doll!M!Reader x The Undertaker

{𝓓𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷}: It was a slow day in the shop, and the Undertaker was growing bored. Now, what better way to cheer up then playing with his favorite doll?~

{𝓣𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓼}: Switch!Mainly Bottom!Reader, Switch!Mainly Top!Undertaker, size queen, medical play (needles), spit used as lube, unhealthy power dynamics, pain play (by technicality), casket fucking, goofy sex, Reader gets a new penis;then gets fucked with the old one, Mute!Reader

The Undertaker glided through the halls of the funeral home. His hair flowed even more freely with the removal of his hat, which sat on your head.

He tidied up - in his own special way anyway - and moved coffins around as you sat wordlessly on an old, rickety gurney. Small dust clouds were swept up as he danced through the halls, you watching in what little curiosity you could muster up. He had been proud, you remembered, when you smiled for the first time, no matter how small it may have been. You've been slowly gaining emotions back as the years passed by Adrian's side. He hummed as he swept, though he was really just pushing dust into other corners.

Your hand snaked up to the stiches that lined both side of your jaw, sewed to a point that it only left the middle of your mouth able to open. Apparently, when you were brought back - your memory was always so hazy - your jaw just refused to stay attached to your head, so stitching the two was Adrian's next best option. Your feeling in that area was naturally lacking, but you made due, if just to see that delighted grin the white-haired reaper would gain. You were ripped from your thoughts when hands wrapped around your waist and ticked the various other stiches on your body, a head resting on your shoulder.

"What has you so lost in thought, love?" He giggled, and you laid your head atop his. You booped his nose and he gasped dramatically, draping himself over you even more than he was. "You were thinking of me?! Oh you lovely you!!" He started peppering your face in kisses, kissing your cheeks, your forehead, your nose, and finally your lips. You turned, your waist and pelvic bones groaning at the movement.

Your body turned a full one-hundred and eighty degrees to meet him, legs still facing forward. Hands and arms encircled his shoulders, your head leaning into his chest. Your skin screamed in protest of the awkward position, but the pain was so dull with your dead nerves you barely cared to recognize it. Cleaning had been completely forgotten in Adrian's mind by now, instead he clambered up onto the gurney with you, lifting you - and allowing your body to flex back into a regular position - and placing you in his lap. Reaching over he grabbed a broom he had been using earlier in the day and used it as a makeshift oar to move the wheeled bed across the floor. The two of you flew across the Funeral Parlor until you crashed against a wall, Adrian laughing gleefully all the while whist you clung to him.

He recovered quite quickly, and pushed a shelf to the side, revealing a small staircase upwards. You had just barely began to dust yourself off when he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. As soon as he entered the small staired corridor he gripped a small handle with his free hand, pulling the shelf back in it's place and allowing you both upstairs - the living quarters - with nothing to be bothered about as far as you cared.

Soon you were both in the lofty space above all the body filled coffins, now surrounded by half-finished, empty ones. You barely breathed as Adrian took you to your shared bedroom and laid you gently on the black sheets of a two-person casket, your body going boneless as soon as you felt the comforting coolness touch your equally cold body.

"Hehe, now now my love, I did still have a couple things I had to do today buuuuttttt, I figure I can do them tomorrow. I mean, with you sitting there so cute how could anyone get anything done??" Adrian asked with a smile, taking the hat of his that you still wore and placing it on a nightstand.

"In fact, you're so cute I might just-" "UNDERTAKER?!" Adrian paused, smile still on his lips but strained. You recognized that scream. It was the blue boy's scream, though you couldn't quite recall his name at the moment. You had heard your fair share of conversations between him and Adrian as you pretended to be a corpse in one of the many coffins downstairs.

"I forgot to close the shop and blow out the candles... ah well. At the very least this should be entertaining. Sorry love, I've actually got pressing business to attend to it seems, most likely about that young lad who came in a couple days ago." Ah yes, the little boy. He looked like he was strait from a portrait with how sickly and pale he was, how thin and skinny he was, and how thick those bags under his eyes were. It shocked you a little when you lifted up the hat Adrian had put onto his head to find the top of his head and skull missing, what little was left of the brain nothing more then a sickly red and grey soup. The hat was quickly placed back on what was left of his head.

You shook the image from your head, the picture fading into black in your mind, you had seen much worse while with Adrian anyway. You looked at him and nodded in understanding, leaning up and giving him a quick peck on the cheek. He blushed, giggling even more, before skipping off with a wave, opening a small hatch that would allow him to "appear" in a coffin downstairs.

Though, before he went down the shoot, he turned and blew you a kiss, mouthing something to you before flying down into the darkness below, door snapping back into the wall after him. It took a few moments to decipher what he had mouthed but when you did, you grabbed a pillow and shoved your face into it, feet kicking into the air.

'I'll make it up later, my Lily.’

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Adrian crept into the large bedroom, the sun long gone from the sky and the moon hanging lazily behind clouds. Your paled skin almost glowed in the light, chest unmoving, a sign of rest. He chuckled, thinking of all the ways he could wake you and make good on his promise from earlier. He waltzed over to a dresser, pulling out the bottom drawer, and began to make selections for the night. His eyes practically lit up the room when he pulled his hair back as he began to disrobe.

Satin wrap and mourning lockets resided on a table, and clothes - minus his undergarments - rested folded on a desk chair. As he stood stagnate for a moment, you shifted, upper body lifting with no help from your arms. When fully sat you, your head flopped forward. After a minute, you seemingly jolted awake, eyes flying wide and meeting his which watched with intrest.

"Rigor mortis again, my love?" he questioned, leaving some things on the desk while holding his hands behind his back. You nodded stiffly, twisting and turning to loosen your stiffened joints. Once something loudly popped in your spine, you sighed in relief. Adrian began walking over, still holding his hands behind his back. You raised your eyes in question, and Adrian chuckled.

"Are you wondering what's back here, love?~" He was teasing you, so you chuffed, raising your arms and grabbing at him. He laughed out loud that time, clambering into the casket and resting in your lap. Your arms quickly found purchase around his waist, hands groping at the feeling of his pelvic bone. The feeling was obviously tickling the pale, scarred man above you, because the laughter quickly turned into him belting out in joy, his hands slapping at the coffin floor. He snickered, snorting into your hair as he leaned down, one hand coming from his back and rubbing your scalp, and you leaned into the touch.

His hand trailed down to the small of your back, feeling the mourning clothes your family had gave him to bury you in, the smooth cotton under his fingers of the long dress coat you wore. You pressed your face into his jugular, inhaling and sighing. His hand came up and traced your collarbone. He dropped whatever he was holding to bring both hands to your coat in order to begin undressing you. Whatever it was, it was cold against the frozen skin of your legs. It felt textured, long in shape and bulbous at the head.

Whatever it was, you were more than ready to see it.

Adrian took all your upper layers off as you stared off into the distance, lost in your thoughts. You were limp as he raised your arms to remove you coat, vest and shirt, forehead rested on his shoulder as you slowly blinked. His hands glided across your paled skin, tracing stiches.

His hands trailed downward from your chest and to your stomach, rubbing the skin for a moment, humming, then dragging his hands down to your waist, resting his palms on the rim of your pants, digging his thumbs between the pants and your skin. You hummed, shimming your hips to make it easier for the man to remove your pants and underwear. He inched back till he was at your ankles, yanking both slacks and underwear off, then gently pulling your socks off.

You sighed, Adrian giggled, and he scooted right up back onto your lap, limp dick resting on one of his thighs. One hand came to touch your face, thumbing your cheek as you leaned in like a cat, almost purring like one too. His other hand went behind him, grabbing whatever it was he wanted to show you.

“My love, do you remember a certain conversation we had?” Your eyes met his, shocked a little at being able to see the glowing green light they emitted. After a instant though, you shook your head.

“Figured as much. For such a pretty face nothing much goes on up here.~” He jokingly lamented, knocking on your head rather harshly, making you grunt at the dull, non-existent pain. “Well, dear, it was about your… well how should I put this… your anatomy?” He questioned, though that was more to himself than anything. You tilted your head.

“As I’m sure you’re more than aware of, you are stitched together at the limbs. You have noticed, yes?” You nodded, hand subconsciously coming to feel the stitches on your face. “Then on that subject, I’m sure you’re aware that I had to take some… artistic liberties when recreating your penis?” You nodded again, hand on your face running down to your cock, which had more stitches than the Frankenstein, really.

“And as much as I do love the texture those 'artistic liberties' give me in bed, I’ve grown a bit bored, and we can’t be having that now can we, dear?” You rapidly shook your head no, muscles and bones creaking and groaning at the rate you shook your head.

“Glad we’re on the same page. Then, I hope you won’t hate this gift I have for you?~” You stared at him, eyes flitting down to the hand behind his back, still nuzzling - to the best of your ability - the hand on your cheek. Adrian smiled one of the widest grins you’d ever seen on him, and whipped his hand around to the front.

What met your eyes was one of the longest, girthiest and heftiest cock you’d ever seen in your life- or well… rebirth anyway. If the blood that was in your veins still pumped through your body, it would've run cold at the sight of the damned thing. One of your hands reached out to run a finger against it, the feeling of the thing being so life-like that you would mistake it for real cock. Knowing Adrian... it probably was. It, at bare minimum, was seven inches in length and five inches in girth. You licked what little skin of your lips your tongue could reach, eyes looking into Adrian's as his smile widened even more. He began to laugh at what you assumed was you expression, probably being the closest to shock your face could morph it into.

"Huge, isn't it?" He joked, tossing it from one hand to another, the weight the thing making loud slapping noises as he 'played' with it. You eyes followed it, almost hypnotized, but you shook your head and looked up to meet his eyes blinking in confusion. He still stared, his tongue now peaking from between his lips, and gazed into your eyes.

"Ah yes, I'm sure you're wondering: "How will we switch them out Adrian??", well my dear, I anticipated this would happen at some point and soooo-" He dropped the monster of a cock from his hand, standing and jumping out from the casket, rushing back over to the desk and picked up what looked to be a small medical bag. Within seconds he was back in the casket, taking out a small pair of suture scissors and a small scalpel. He placed the scissors down on a small tray he also removed from the bag before he began teasing the blade down your body, starting from infraumbilical and trailing down to your pelvis, teasing the sharp blade around the base of your dick, pressing on the suture's keeping your sex attached to your body. For a moment you felt a pinch, and finally some of the stiches broke, minimal amounts of blood pearling from the points where Adrian purposefully pressed a bit harder, the view causing you to chub.

Adrian tutted, grabbing what was still attached and squeezing, your breath hitching. He took the scissors from their resting place, replacing them with the scalpel, and snipped away at what little was left, an odd feeling clinging to your body as the flaps of skin at the base of your dick rested on your body, no longer attached. Adrian looked up, one hand still on your cock, and began chuckling again.

"... I made you like a little mix-and-match doll!" Without warning he tugged, and immediately you noted that a little more then just the just the skin would've had to have been sewn together in order for the dick to work. You groaned, feeling your urethral tube be split at your base. Your erectile tissue evidently was giving issue as Adrian grunted, picking the scalpel back up and make quick but precise cuts to the structure, making fast work of it.

And finally, you were free. You stared as open mouthed as you could be at the sight of your bare pelvis, making quick glances at the penis Adrian held in his hands smirking. Barely any blood pooled from the wound, what was left was drooping from your body. You kept your eyes on the stump, running a gentle hand over it, shivering at the extreme jolt of pleasure that ran though your, stronger than anything you had felt as of late. Adrian gripped your wrist before you could touch the pieces again.

"Now now my love, give me a moment and this will become much, much more pleasurable." You nodded, what little breathing you were preforming slowing when you thought of the new weight you'd be carrying around. Perhaps you may need a new pair of pants...

You snapped out of your thoughts, eyes focusing back on Adrian as he leaned close to your pelvis, old penis long discarded... somewhere you couldn't see. He was hard at work, lining up nerves and the new urethral tube to your own, erectile tissues already dealt with. All you could think about was how nimble Adrian's hands were, making quick work of all access skin and pulling out a medical grade needle and thread, the scissors making a reappearance as he tied knots. Whatever the hell he made the beast out of must have been fresh, because soon enough you were feeling each press of the needle into you skin. You couldn't help but pant, drool slipping from your sewed lips, whines rolling from the back of your throat.

Adrian laughed as he watched you eyes roll to the back of your head, an arm quickly wrapping around your midsection when you fell back onto your elbows. He made sure you hips would stay propped up as he continued to work, fingers ghosting now sensitive flesh. Your chest rose and fell harshly as he continued to work, a sudden weight pulling your hips down. It was silent for a moment, Adrien not laughing or speaking, only shallow breathing.

Everything was still, nothing but the crickets outside singing. Adrien sat up, his grin wide and full of glee. The reaper leaned close, pulling you back up by the shoulder. He leveled himself with your ear, hot breath puffing making it twitch.

"All done.~" He whispered, and abruptly his hand found it's way to the base, squeezing again. You whined, head falling even further back as Adrian made his way onto your lap, one hand now moving to your hair while the other stayed on your new dick. He licked his lips, bringing up his hand and spitting on it, wrapping it back around your cock and slowly stroking it, gently caressing the tip with his thumb, then he stuck his tongue out and giggled at you. You huffed like a dog, groaning and humming as he languidly stroked up and down. He began to palm your dick, pressing it between his hand and your stomach, stopping to pinch at the skin lightly. He yanked you by your hair to face him, eye to eye. Finally he smashed his lips on yours, cold lips meeting his wet lips in a harsh embrace. His teeth grinded on your lips, then forcing them as far as they could go and shoving his tongue in. Though only the tip of his tongue could fit, he groaned loudly, speeding up his palming and adding pressure. Your arms gripped Adrien's shoulders, nails digging into his shoulder blades.

He readjusted his grip, holding you dick again and rapidly stroking, precum running like faucet out your tip. Finally your 'kiss' broke, a long line of drool keeping you both connected. He smirked, laughing as he licked the line up, trailing up your cheek leaving a wet trail. Your eyes focused on his hand on your dick, watching it like it called you, breath short. You felt a knot in your belly begin to tighten, cock twitching and balls tightening. Adrien seemed to take notice and brought you closer and closer, before pulling away at literally the last second, leaving you a whining, whimpering mess. You let go of him and fall back onto a pillow, arms crossing above your head. Your now teary eyes stared into his as he cackled, slapping a hand to his forehead and and throwing his head back, kicking his legs into the air.

You picked yourself up, pouting and crossed your legs, turning away from him. His laughter died down into snickers when he saw you. He crawled forward and pressed his head into your chest, pressing himself into you and wrapping arms around your waist. You crossed your arms and looked away, shaking your head as he prodded his face into one of you pecks.

"Oh come ooonnn love, it was just a bit of fuuuunnn!" He dramatically sighed. You still looked away, not bothering to give him any kind of attention. He shifted himself onto your lap, your cock now between his ass cheeks. He began to grind down, what spit he globbed onto it earlier working as lube. You bit the inside of your cheek as his hands made their way around your neck.

"Lovely pllleeaassee look at mmee!" He was whining now, humping at your dick and rubbing his face up and down your chest. Your resolve was cracking but you sucked it up and continued to ignore him to the best of your abilities. It seemed Adrian had enough because one of his hands gripped your chin and forced you to face him.

"Now now my lily," you shivered, "Is this anyway to act towards the man who blessed you with such a beast like this?~" He clenched ass around your girth, bouncing faster to emphasize his point. You groaned, uncrossing your arms and gripping his waist. He laughed as you gave in, pressing your face into his hair.

"Good boy good boy! Such a good lovely you are!~ Now for your reward!" He suddenly gripped at your shoulders again, raising himself off your dick. Before you could whine in any way, he shushed you. He reached back with one hand and spread his cheeks, revealing his winking hole to the cold air of the room. You watched him shiver and then smile widely, then slam himself down onto your cock, not even taking the time to prep himself.

You immediately grabbed his hips to try and lift him back up to assess damage and scold him, but he tightened around you, sucking the monster dick all the way in one move. You froze, mind going fully blank at the feel of his hot insides fully encompassing your newfound girth. After a moment of recollecting yourself, you looked at him, both with lust and worry, and all he did was coo at you.

"Aw, is my darling worried for me?" You sniffed, nodding, and he only cooed louder, squeezing your cock and petting your head. You shivered and leaned into his touch. Tears fell and Adrian stopped his cooing and coddling to truly took at you.

"Are you... genuinely worried love?" You nodded, sniffling to the best of your current capabilities. Adrian's grin uncharacteristically dropped. For once he wasn't giggling or snickering or laughing. You gripped his hips a bit tighter. "Dear, look at me."

Your teary gaze met his concerned eyes and he did something you never thought you'd see him do: frown.

"I've been through much, much worse love." He murmured, and you nodded. "This is nothing to me, Love." You nodded again. "I want you to understand that I am perfectly fine with a bit of pain, alright?" You nodded again, rubbing his hips and pressing your face into his neck. You both sat there in silence, just breathing and existing in each others holds, your hands on his hips and around your neck.

You heard Adrian sigh, and felt his lips on your neck, gently suckling on the stitched up skin, paying close attention to make sure no stiches got caught in his teeth. You in turn hummed, continuing to rub circles into his waist.

He started to grind your cock deeper into his depths, your breathing shuttering at his movements, the circles you were drawing becoming shaky. Adrian smiled into your skin, gently rubbing your upper back while still laying soft kisses to your neck. You finally gripped his waist, grinding your cock into him, making him let out a loud moan that would turn into a laugh. He finally picked himself up and slammed himself back onto your cock, both of you groaning in pleasure. He moved up and down as he continued to press kisses, moving up your neck, to your chin, then your cheeks and then your lips.

He would bounce a couple times, then grind down and squeeze his walls around you. He did this over and over again, enjoying every time you’d whine when he’d stop for a moment. You gripped his waist, nails nearly piercing his skin, and raised him till only your tip was in his ass, then slammed him down, Adrien’s nails instead piercing your skin and drawing red lines on your back. You continued to bounce him, grunting as you used him like a toy. Adrian’s voice had became high pitched, almost girlish moans leaving his lips.

You held him down for a moment, slamming him into the back of the coffin. He grunted, and you quickly resumed pounding into his wet heat. Your hands left his hips and grabbed his thighs, pulling one onto your shoulder for more leverage as you kept pushing into him. The sound of skin on skin echoed through the room with Adrian’s moans right behind, the sent of sex filling your nose. Your hips met his with force, shifting him on his back, his hands falling and landing beside his head. You folded yourself forward, pushing your face into his chest as you continued to thrust. Adrian was screaming at this point, hair a wild mess beneath him and eyes crossed to the back of his head.

You harshly sucked in a breath when Adrian suddenly thrusted up to meet you halfway. You looked up at him too see him completely flushed and panting. You slowed down, watching as one of his arms picked up and trailed down your spine, and eventually rested on your ass. You raised an eyebrow at his action, then fell forward into his chest when a finger entered your ass. Immediately you jerked into him, which in turn made him push the finger deeper inside you.

You dropped his legs, wrapping arms around his midsection and whined loudly, humping into his warmth while he added another finger, constantly switching from thrusting them and stretching them out. Your eyesight was getting bleary from the sheer amount of tears pouring down your face. Adrian was moaning and laughing at the situation, adjusting you upwards on him so you were face to face.

"S-such a cute dolllll I have huh? So c-cute and PLIant for meeee hehe!!~” His tone was the slightest bit mocking as he stretched out your hole, adding a third finger which made you whine. He quickly matched your pace with his long fingers, poking your prostate head on, his other hand coming down to slap your pert ass. He laughed wildly at your noises, now more bouncing you up and down then you had been.

He suddenly gained strength, enough to sit up at an angle and force you to stop, ripping his fingers from your hole and pushing you over to land on your back, cock still inside him all the while. Adrian reached behind him, sweating and panting as he cackled and picked himself up to slam back down on you.

The feeling of finality raced across your mind and you seized up, joints locking and hands flying to his chest, tearing down causing him to bleed. He giggled, tutted once more, reached behind him, and suddenly slammed something deep with you. You jerked up, pushing yourself fully within his ass and cried, nails digging deeper into his flesh.

Rigid and bumpy the object was, fleshy and cold to match you, it nailed your prostate head on. You looked at Adrian incredulously and all he did was smile, rear the thing back till only the tip was encased inside you, and pushed it fully back inside. Again you slammed into him, his head rearing back and hair flowing wildly. He set a quick pace, one not hard to follow, and it wasn’t long until you gave in and gave one final pump, then came inside him.

Adrian all but screamed to the heavens when you released; but, he didn’t stop his relentless attacks on your ass, still fucking you with whatever he was fucking you with. He kept bouncing even as you silently pleaded for him to stop, hands moving to his biceps to stay steady as overstimulation started to settle in your bones. A creamy white ring made its home beneath his ass as your cum was pushed out by even more release when you came again, shoving at Adrian’s chest to get him off you.

“O-OH!! Not yet m-my love I’m al-ALMOST!! ThERE!!~~” With that, Adrian slammed himself down the hardest he had all evening, pushing his new found toy to the hilt up your ass, the both of you cumming at the same time, his seed landing all across your torso and chest.

He fell forward, lying on top of you, both of you breathing harshly. Adrian giggled, licked up some of his own cum, and kissed you, tonguing it past your lips. It was salty, with just a touch of sweetness, you hummed and swallowed as he fell back onto your chest. The two of you lied there, basking in the afterglow and simply existing for a short while, before finally you realized something.

Poking Adrian on his shoulder, he glanced up and you motioned to you butt - ignoring that fact you were both still connected via your flaccid cock up his tight ass - and gestured for him to remove whatever was still inside there. Evidently this was hilarious to Adrian because he quickly slammed as hand on you chest and burst out into gut wrenching laughter, his whole body shaking, which made you groan because - again - you both were still connected by the hips.

“Oh, oh dear you are not going to like this… b-but that new ‘toy’ I added in the, ahem, passion of the moment- if I may say - was… it was - hehe… it was uhm… Well how about I just show you?~” After choking on his own laughter, the hand that still held whatever-it-was ripped it out without warning, but before you could even make any kind of sound, it was presented before you.

… Your old cock.

Adrian had fucked you… with your own, old cock.

Evidently the look on your face was amazing because Adrian burst into tears, throwing the poor thing across the room to hold himself as he laughed. You stared at him in disbelief, but quickly let it go, hugging him to your body and turning to lay on your side. He snickered into your chest as you closed your eyes, allowing the moon to shine over your sweaty bodies.

Your pressed a kiss to his head as he continued to now silently laugh in your grip. Opening one eye, you looked at him softly. Even if he was a kook, he was your kook.

… A kook that fucked you in the ass with your own cock, but your kook nevertheless. And that’s exactly how you wanted it to be.

{𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓼}: I adore the Undertaker. What I wouldn't give to be one of his Dolls...

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Jolly Christmas Eve

North X male reader

⚠️Switch North, switch male user, reader is submissive all the way through ⚠️

🚨 Minors and girls do not interact 🚨

North starts as top, bottom north starts past "They both take time to recover"

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Ah yes. Christmas. Snow and gifts.

But for y/n? It's a boring night. Busy day but a boring night.

Durning the day y/n helps out around the factory. He gives the elves and yetis some snacks and helps them pack and label.

It's halfway through the night now and y/n is walking around the factory. He'd go outside but even after all these years he still didn't get used to the cold.

He stares out of the window at the beautiful white scenery outside the factory. That's why he doesn't notice a large man sneaking up from behind him.

Y/n doesn't have enough time to react to the sudden reflection of North in the window before he's picked up by the waist. He yelps in surprise while his ears are filled with deep cheerful laughter.

The smaller man can't fight his laugh. North turns him around and wraps his arms around the smaller man's hips. "Hey, snowflake." He said with his smooth Russian/American accent.

Y/n giggles. "North!" He beams and wraps his arms around the larger man. "Successful ride?" He asks. He does want to know about how well his husband is at his life reason but on the other hand, he could care less because all he wants right now is to fuck the bearded man.

"mhm," the bearded man grinned and picked his husband up to carry him to their room. Y/n giggles and holds on.

The elves and yeti look at each other. They all start to wonder where their earplugs have gone. Because they're all gonna need them.

Their bedroom door is locked shut as they hungrily make out and trail their bodies.

The larger man muttered under his breath as he lifted his husband up.

The smaller man chuckles and holds onto those large shoulders he loves so much. North takes them to the giant bed and lays down. "I want you to ride me."

Y/n bites his lip and slowly starts to strip. He wants to give his Santa a good show.

North is not one to complain. So he leans back and enjoys the show. His tented pants get tighter and tighter with each second..

The smaller man knows he's doing a good job. He can feel it. Eventually, they both get impatient and rip the remaining clothes off.

North reaches for the lube almost instantly and squirts some onto his hand. He reaches behind the smaller man and gently preps him.

Y/n doesn't need much prepping cause he already prepped himself earlier, but he won't interrupt his husband because he knows North enjoys fingering him. So, instead, he pushes back against the fingers.

He starts to bounce. North chuckles as he holds his hand steady so y/n does all that work.

Considering how big the bearded man's fingers are it doesn't take long before y/n is more than well prepared. North lubes up his girthy dick and lines up.

The smaller man lets out a high-pitched moan as he sinks, wanting all of it in.

"oh yeah just like that. You're taking me so fucking well." The Russian man groans as he thrusts up to meet the smaller man's moves.

Y/n giggles and starts to wiggle his hips instead. He wants to tease. North Huff's and keeps thrusting up to get at least something until the smaller man tires of the teasing.

It's not long before the bigger man noticed that y/n is not giving up.

With a loud huff he rolls them over and pins the smaller man's arms above his head. "You want to play? Fine." North starts to thrust with only the tip which makes y/n gasp in realisation he won't get to cum tonight.

"You wanted the first place on the naughty list? You'll have it. And Jack won't be happy." North grumbles as he focuses on not losing it and tries his best at thrusting with just his tip.

Y/n pouts and tries to meet his moves as he slowly starts regretting his decisions.

"North!" Y/n gasps and thrusts up. He desperately wants to cum so he can switch. They're both a switch so they both agreed once they both cum they can change positions. But considering the smaller man's mess up? He might not get what he wants.

"Please, please, please, please." The smaller man begs. North only lets out a laugh and angles his hips to hit that right spot that makes his husband squirm.

The smaller man grips the sheets with such force he'd be lucky if they didn't tear. His eyes shut tight and his mouth was gaping. He's so close to cumming. So close.

"You're close huh," North said with a smirk. Y/n can only whimper, shed some tears, and desperately nod.

"Beg." That word rumbles through North's throat and tingles through Y/n's body. His mouth parts and his voice comes out before he can stop it. "Please please please please please."

He pleads with desperation. His knuckles slowly turn as white as North's beard from how much he grips the sheets. North lets out a low laugh and presses Featherlight kisses onto his husband's neck. "You can cum."

Y/n's arms immediately shoot up to grip those snow-white hairs and tug on them harshly as his body shakes with a long-needed orgasm.

North hisses in pain but can't help but cum right then and there.

They both take time to recover.

Y/n is slowly caressing North's long hair while north quietly hums.

"My turn?" Y/n asks, to which North only nods and sits up. The smaller man tries his best to push up but North puts a hand to his chest. "Let me."

And with that y/n just lays back as he watches North prep himself.

The bigger man grunts. He's always been sensitive but using his bigger fingers always makes him lose his mind. But because his fingers are bigger he doesn't have to prep for long.

He carefully towers over his husband and lines up. "Ready?"

Y/n nods desperately in response. "Please."

North slowly sinks onto y/n's throbbing cock. They both simultaneously moan. "North it's been so long. Fuck you feel so good." The smaller man moans as he tries his best not to thrust up into his husband.

North nods in agreement. He takes some time to get used to being filled again before he starts to use his old knees to lift himself up and drop back down.

If someone were to walk in, they would only see North, considering how he's covering most of his body. Y/n's hands are comically small as they hold onto North's thighs with desperation.

"Fuck." The bigger man groans as he bounces with fervor.

The smaller man whines and throws his head back. "Fuck fuck fuck" they both chant.

North grabs his husband's wrists and pins them against the pillows. Y/n whines. He hates not being able to touch North. "No no no no" he whined and fought back against North's wrists. "Please." He begged.

North let out his classic warming laugh and stopped bouncing so he could only roll his hips. "You sound so beautiful when you beg snowflakes."

Y/n whines and thrusts up. He wants more. He needs more. "North please." He groans in frustration. "I need-" he cries out.

North has lifted his hips and dropped down. He smirks knowing what he's doing to his poor husband. "Need what snowflake? Hm?" He teased.

"cum. I need to cum. Fill you up. Please." Y/n whines as he ruts up into North. The bigger man moans and throws his head back. "Then make yourself cum." He ordered.

And so Y/N did. He planted his feet as best as he could and used as much force as he could to thrust up into the heavier body that was pinning him down. "Yes, yes, yes." He pants. His eyes are closed, and his mouth is agape.

"Oh you sweet thing." North groans and throws his head back. "You're doing so well for me. So so well."

"Fuck north I- I- fuck!" Y/n cries out and spills into north without control. "Thank you thank you thank you thank you" he rambles to North as he lays there spent. His body shaking from the intensity of his orgasm.

North doesn't look any better. He too is shaking and cumming uncontrollably. His large member twitches and spurts against y/n's belly. North drops his head and looks at his husband.

Y/n also looks up. All he sees is North's eyes because his beard and mustache cover his lips. But he can see a bit of spin in it so all he can imagine is that his mouth is agape and those pink plump lips so wet.

But what he doesn't have to imagine is those eyes. Those beautiful blue eyes. Well, now they're mostly black because North's pupils are blown wide from the Intense passion they just went through.

His eyes are still filled with so much passion but y/n can see those bits of love he only sees when North's looking at him.

They both weakly smile. North gets up and gets something to clean them up with. Once they're both clean North lies down and pulls his husband closer.

"That was amazing." He said with a shit-eating grin. Y/n only nods in response. The bigger man looks down and chuckles when he sees his husband already fast asleep. "Goodnight snowflake." He murmured before he kissed y/n's forehead and went to sleep too.

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Switch! Giyuu X Switch! Male Reader Nsfw Headcanons

Warnings: daddy and praise kinks

Giyuu isn't afraid to admit that he is a switch, and neither are you, because both of you are switches

You two would always thrust inside each other whenever you have free time

Although you are a switch, you mostly show traits of a dom, while Giyuu tends to show most traits of a submissive, but you are nice enough to make him be a dom once in a while

Giyuu loves it when you praise him for being a good cum dump, and he would moan in response while calling you daddy

Whenever you get pounded by Giyuu, you would always taunt him by saying that he isn't thrusting inside you correctly. But he'll make you eat your words by thrusting inside you very fast

You guys can't get enough of thrusting inside each other, and you would always claim that you are the most dominant in the relationship, but Giyuu would claim that you are the most submissive. At least you don't moan so loud while calling him daddy though, right?

[st4ytiny]

Switch Eren who is an absolute simp for reader, being super loud when he’s fucking into her

Who would even write about ere-

I LOVE YOU ANON😍😍‼️

Switch!! Eren who is an absolute fucking simp for reader, absolutely whipped. I cannot stress this enough. Absolutely WHIPPED. Like u see that speech about mikasa in the last rp? he is one obsessed babe. He would go absolutely feral just thinking about you. I just know he was biting the bars of his enclosure so hard😍

Switch!! Eren who tries subtly hinting to you that he’s whipped for u. Even Levi is invested at this point. I just know he’s the type to almost pull out his hair when you walk away, biting his fist from screaming and everything. (Might accidentally transform once or twice when he just got the powers)

Switch!! Eren who at the same time as he’s whipped, just wants to keep you so safe. Someone spoke badly about u? Man’s FIGHTING and he’s got them on the floor or something like ‘say it again. Fucking say it again’

Now onto season four Eren😍

Switch!! Eren who pulls you aside when you have important shit to do just to kiss you, feel you up before you leave him so fucking hot and bothered. He’s running laps. Might even kick his legs and giggle and twirl his long hair while talking to armin. (“Didn’t think you’d say something THAT pathetic”)

Switch!! Eren who finally manages to get a hold of you while you’re doing some rapports with Hanji and he just rips you from your work as he pulls you almost by the hair to his room. Throws you inside and absolutely munches. This man is such a munch I know it. Like I’m talking he has that pussy DRIPPING down his chin and he doesn’t care and just fucking leaves. If he had a beard it would be red like ginger. Omfg cannot get enough of it

Switch!! Eren who is finally done eating you out and you jump at the opportunity to get on top of him(lol if you have the strength after all that) and wrap a hand around his throat as you feel that grumble of his moans get caught. Man might even whimper as you choke him.

Switch!! Eren who is so easily fucked dumb as you ride him. He’s just nodding and agreeing to everything you say. He’s whipped. Then you switch positions and man has this pace like LAWD. And he’s loud, so loud. Not just the bed slamming but the whimpering. Man after all that he’s probably gonna be moved to that basement like in season 1 of the new hq. Captain Levi couldn’t look him in the eye for a few weeks after that.

Switch!! Eren who finally comes back to his thoughts and he smirk, biting his lip and slaps your ass so hard, yapping about how you’re all his when in reality you have him wrapped around your fingers.

Switch!! Eren who cums inside you, when he’s done you’re gonna pull your doe eyes “more please” and man is GONE. Rutting against you like an inexperienced virgin.

But when all comes crashing down he’s a good lover afterwards. Definitely clean you both up and help you to the bathroom.

“Stop watching me pee, Eren”

“You’re so pretty with those hickeys, and that bed head. You’re so gorgeous I’m gonna implode- you-“

“Shhh you’re so loud”

Then there’s a harsh slam against the bathroom door and a stern shut-the-fuck-up-it’s-4am from Levi

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AN: Bros the definition of 😍 love eren though. Thanks for putting the thought in my head👩‍🍳 ALSO MY FIRST ASK IN SO LONGGGGGG THANKS ANON😍

[shortkingvince]

Solomon's Lovely Apprentice

Part 2

Minors DNI

@lets-da-da-da-dance SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG, I lost motivation and so it was a big struggle, but hopefully it's still enjoyable

Pt. 1

Note: This was originally meant to be longer and with penetrative sex, but my motivation died and so I couldn't figure out how to write it. Sorry if it isn't as good as my other works and feels rushed, I just didn't want to leave people hanging for any longer, especially with the announcement of Obey Me's storyline ending

NSFW under the cut!!

Excitement bubbled up in Solomon’s throat as he reread your message…how many times now? Fuck, it was driving him insane. A part of him wished you'd just teleport over to him, but he knew that even if you had fully mastered teleportation by now you'd still make him wait. He fucking loved it, even if it frustrated both him and his leaking cock that was begging for your attention. He kept glancing at the door, wondering when you were going to show up. He was beginning to grow impatient, letting his head fall back on the pillow with a slightly dramatic sigh as if he'd die if you didn't arrive in the next 5 seconds.

Once Solomon heard your voice behind the door with a knock he quickly got up, almost a little too quickly seeing how he nearly stumbled. He wasted no time in opening the door and dragging you in, quickly closing it behind him. Despite his messy appearance and desperation gnawing at him from the inside, he still overall kept his composure as he looked at you, a teasing smile on his face. “So all it took was a little bit of begging over text for you to finally decide to come and fuck me? And here I thought it would take my lovely apprentice so much more to bre–” he was cut off as you pinned him against the wall, taking him by surprise for only a few moments. He rubbed his thighs together as he smirked, a teasing glint in his eyes at your actions.

“You say this as if you weren't all desperate for me this whole time. I've seen moments of frustration in your eyes whenever the brothers interrupt any alone time we can get, not to mention how you've been purposefully bending over any chance you get around me as if you expect me to take you right then and there. I bet you'd like that though, wouldn't you?” Solomon had to suppress a shiver from your words, excitement clear in his eyes.

“Mm…I'm not so sure what you mean. I've done no such thing,” he responded as if he didn't literally just text you about how he knows you've noticed his signs. Not to mention the way he was trying to subtly grind against you, having not a care in the world for how he's making an increasing mess on your pants.

He let out a groan as you grabbed his hair and pulled, clear desperation in his eyes shining far more obviously as you felt him twitch against you. “You really are such a whore, hm? I bet you want nothing more than to have my cum deep inside you, isn't that right?” Solomon nodded feverishly, still keeping a smug look on his face. He bit his lip to hold back a groan as you pressed your leg against his grinding hips, the sudden pressure and relief taking him by surprise.

“Use your words and I might give you what you want,” you told him, looking him in the eyes as he continued to hump your leg without shame. The response was almost immediate, the sorcerer eagerly lapping up your attention. “Mmf..yes, fill me deep inside until all I can think about is your cock, ah..I need more of you.” His desperation was clear, the sorcerer seeing no need to hide it from you. After all, he knew you'd help him, and he knows that you aren't genuinely making fun of him whenever you tease him. His heart felt safe with you, and that in itself was terrifying, but he wouldn't have it any other way.

“Good boy, hold still.” The sorcerer almost didn't catch what you called him for a moment, but his body reacted immediately from the praise, his cock giving a reactive twitch from your words as a soft groan left his mouth. He struggled to still his hips, panting slightly as he watched you with a look of anticipation. His eyes followed your hands as they started to take your shirt off, causing Solomon to be unable to tear his eyes away. As soon as you discarded your shirt you pressed against him, pinning him to the wall once more, but this time much closer.

Solomon let out a moan, a cocky grin on his face as he felt your hard cock press against his. He was clearly trying to rile you up, but how could he not? You were being so mean for not just bending him over the nearest surface and ravaging him already, it's only fair for him to be smug. That very look faltered for a moment in surprise as your hand had traveled lower to his inner thigh. He bit his lip, a curious look on his face as you were so close to where he wanted you to touch him. On the inside he was already desperate, his cock aching for your hands, that feeling that he just knows will absolutely ruin him. Yet, his pride stayed. He wasn’t quite there enough to start seriously begging.

You started to grind against the sorcerer, causing him to let out a shaky gasp, nearly losing his composure as he felt your clothed cock drag against his exposed one, thankful that your pants were a more soft material instead of rough, but at the same time it wasn’t helping his situation. God, he could feel the warmth of your cock through your pants as it grinded against him, making him feel lightheaded as he threw his head back and groaned from the feeling. It was good, but it wasn’t enough, he needed to feel you. At that, his hands started to wander over your exposed skin. His smug look returned at the small sighs of pleasure as he looked back at you, about to tease you for the reaction when he got interrupted by you pushing away from him for a moment.

“You must’ve been real desperate huh? The composed and witty sorcerer getting so worked up over his apprentice that he spills his own cum onto his shirt? I didn’t take you for someone so desperate,” you said, emphasizing the last part with a tug of his hair. He let out a gasp from the sudden tug, biting his lip to keep some ounce of composure as he tried to grind against you again, chasing the pleasure. The moment you gave a small tug on his shirt he threw it off, discarding it to who knows where in the room. It didn’t slip his attention that he was the only one naked in the room, but before he could say anything he was met with your lips against his again. Your hands roamed his chest, making him shudder and lean into it. Fuck, you were going to drive him insane.

You finally let your hand drift downwards, barely grazing Solomon’s aching cock. Just that slight touch had him buck his hips into your hand, trying so hard to get the friction he needed again. You cooed at him, causing him to shoot you a playful glare. “Mng…you’re definitely taking your sweet time for someone who said they’d drain every last drop into me...you’re just being cruel at this point, dear apprentice . I’m starting to think you won’t be able to handle m–mNGH!” The sound that left his mouth when you suddenly wrapped your hand around his cock was…unexpected, to say the least. He was shocked you had even managed to catch him off guard like that, he could’ve sworn he was paying attention, but he could feel his thoughts threatening to melt away as you stroked him. He arched his back, panting as breathy moans slipped out, your hands feeling even nicer than he had imagined. “Ah, so all it takes is a few strokes to get the greatest sorcerer to shut up, how cute,” you teased him, your touch now circling around the tip of his cock. He had a hard time trying to think of what to respond with, all he could think about was the fact his cock was getting attention again. He couldn’t tell if he wanted to buck into or away from your touch as you were circling his tip, the sensitivity of it all driving him crazy.

He was close to breaking, you could tell. He was practically squirming, his breathing becoming more labored as he started to be unable to hold back his moans. Once you stopped teasing his tip and went back to stroking him properly, you let your other hand wander down. He let out a gasp as you circled his hole, teasing it. You let out a chuckle when you took notice of the fact he had already fingered himself, your thoughts running wild at the thought of him desperately slamming his fingers inside of himself while imagining them as your cock instead. When you looked back at his face, he had a look of desperation. “Ffuck….I’m close, I’m close, stop–I–mngh..okay, okay, you’ve w-won, I need you, I need you to fuck me, need to cum from your cock!” You decided to take mercy on the poor guy, taking your hands away despite his cock protesting. You gave Solomon a moment to catch his breath, giving a few light kisses to his jawline and neck.

He couldn’t help but feel a certain warmth in his heart while you gently touched him as he caught his breath. It was small actions, but it was just yet another reminder that you actually did love him, and he was still getting used to that. He gave a nod soon after catching his breath, signaling that he was ready to continue. “Are you sure? We don’t have to rush.” You wanted clarification, just in case. You cared about the sorcerer, even if he was a smug bastard at times. Looking you straight in the eyes, he pulled you closer to him. "MC, I've never been more sure in my life. Are you gonna fuck me, or were you just talking big earlier?"

Not much else had to be said as you practically all but practically threw him onto the bed. Solomon knew this was going to be good, as well as something he'd think about often. If you aren't too careful, he may just ask you for this sort of favor far more often...Though, you wouldn't really complain, would you? You're his lovely apprentice after all. The lovely apprentice that was about to make him forget his own name as the only name he could think of was yours.